Chapter 48: The Cunning Yun Yi

Luo Qingyao lowered her gaze and discovered that her feet were actually standing upon a long sword. The blade was enveloped in a brilliant yet soft and ethereal glow, imparting an indescribably comfortable sensation.

Casting an astonished look at the sword beneath her feet, Luo Qingyao raised her head again to look at Yun Yi, her face brimming with surprise and excitement. "Master, is this the legendary sword flight of immortality?"

Hearing this, Yun Yi did not look back at her. With his gaze still intently fixed on the path ahead, he reached out to press down on her restive, excited form and issued a warning, "You had better behave yourself. If you fall, don't blame your master!"

Luo Qingyao froze at these words, looking at Yun Yi with a mixture of disbelief and amusement. "Fall? How is that possible? You are so powerful, Master. Would you really drop me while carrying me on a flying sword? Hehe, I know that even though you're angry with me, you surely wouldn't bear to drop me, right?"

Reaching the end of her sentence, Luo Qingyao reverted to her playful, acting-cute persona, boldly reaching out both arms to wrap them around Yun Yi's waist.

The moment Luo Qingyao embraced Yun Yi, their bodies lurched abruptly. The flying sword beneath their feet instantly began to sway erratically, bucking up and down, veering left and right as if intent on flinging them both off.

Stricken with terror, Luo Qingyao's face drained of all color. Abandoning all playfulness, she locked her arms tightly around Yun Yi's waist and froze in place. "Master, Master, what is happening? Ah, ah... no, please! I'm afraid of heights!"

Lowering his gaze, Yun Yi looked at Luo Qingyao clinging desperately to him. With her arms wrapped tightly around his waist and her head pressed against his chest, she looked as though she wished to melt her entire being into his and become one with him. A corner of his mouth curved upward, sketching a smile of a scheme successfully executed.

Consequently, the flying sword beneath Yun Yi's feet swayed even more violently. Now darting to the left, now plunging to the right, now spinning mid-air, every maneuver skirted the absolute edge of peril and terror, instilling in Luo Qingyao a profound illusion: had Yun Yi not been by her side, she would have long since plummeted and shattered into pieces.

Thus, Luo Qingyao hugged him even tighter. Consumed entirely by fear, she failed to even notice that Yun Yi's hand had somehow shifted from her back to the front, resting upon her tender warmth...

He even purposefully drew her tighter with his other arm, pressing his chest firmly against the soft warmth of hers, rubbing and brushing back and forth to savor that uniquely exquisite sensation.

Especially since Luo Qingyao was so terrified that her lips inadvertently brushed past his chin—that fleeting, refreshing coolness, carrying its distinctive moist chill, made Yun Yi feel as though he had ascended straight to paradise.

"Mas... Master..." Luo Qingyao's voice finally fractured beyond coherence, her small hands clutching desperately at Yun Yi's robes, her face a mask of utter panic.

Seeing this, Yun Yi hastily adjusted their speed and equilibrium. The flying sword steadied once more, and the two of them ceased their violent rocking.

Luo Qingyao let out a long, shuddering breath. That brush with death just moments ago was truly an agonizing experience, making her feel as though she might plunge and turn into mud at any second.

Raising her head, she readied a complaint against Yun Yi for frightening her so, but before she could utter a single syllable, Yun Yi looked at her with a face full of alarm, his tone carrying a trace of grievance as if he too had suffered a massive shock. "I told you already—if you don't stay still and behave, there is every chance we will fall. Do you believe me now?"