Chapter 709 - 709 709 Two Disciples Serving Their Master

709: Chapter 709: Two Disciples Serving Their Master 709: Chapter 709: Two Disciples Serving Their Master Song Ci was solely focused on having some fun and naturally agreed without hesitation.

The group of five made their way to the underground second floor.

At that moment, Li Ruonan wasn’t present, and Ye Fei didn’t use any special privileges.

He simply swiped his card to book a private room and discreetly led the four women in, following the waiter.

Although the establishment offered certain services, it wasn’t uncommon for guests to bring their companions.

Therefore, the waiter wasn’t particularly surprised, though he couldn’t help but envy Ye Fei’s good fortune.

Any one of the four women with him far surpassed the most beautiful hostess they had on offer.

Once inside the private room, Song Ci, the ever-curious one, found everything fascinating.

In truth, she had seen everything in the room before, but the novelty of the environment piqued her interest.

The other three women, however, remained composed.

Li Liya continued to cling tightly to Ye Fei’s arm, while Song Xuan and Jia Jingwen sat together, chatting softly.

Although Ye Fei hadn’t explicitly introduced them, they had each surmised the other’s relationship with their man and thus made an effort to get along, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

After examining everything in the room and even singing a rather off-key song on the karaoke machine, Song Ci finally lost interest and sat down beside Ye Fei.

Mimicking Li Liya, she grabbed his free arm and asked, “Master, when are you going to teach Li Liya the inner cultivation techniques?” Despite Li Liya being nineteen—two years older than Song Ci—Song Ci insisted on calling her “little sister” as her senior disciple, and Li Liya didn’t object, so the title stuck.

Ye Fei smiled and replied, “Now that Li Liya’s inner demons have been resolved, I’ll teach her when we get back.” “Why not let me teach her?” Song Ci said excitedly.

“I can’t let her call me ‘senior sister’ for nothing, can I?” Ye Fei shook his head.

“No, the technique you’ve learned is only suitable for those with a Chinese physique.

Li Liya can’t practice it.

I’ll teach her a different one.” Song Ci’s eyes lit up with even more excitement.

“Is it the Xuan Yin Art?

I want to learn it too, Master.

You can’t play favorites.” Ye Fei was surprised that Ye Yunqi had even mentioned the Xuan Yin Art to Song Ci.

It seemed she had already considered Song Ci as a potential disciple.

However, Ye Fei, being new to the role of a master, wasn’t ready for that yet.

He shook his head again.

“No, the Xuan Yin Art isn’t suitable for you.

I’ll teach Li Liya a different technique.” “Why?” Song Ci asked, unwilling to accept this.

“Are our talents really that inferior?” “It’s not about talent,” Ye Fei explained.

“Your talent is excellent.

But the Xuan Yin Art is different from ordinary techniques.

Practicing it alone not only diminishes its power but also causes significant personal turmoil.” “What kind of turmoil?” Song Ci pressed, eager to learn more powerful techniques after experiencing the benefits of internal cultivation.

“Well…” Ye Fei hesitated, feeling awkward discussing this with his female disciple, especially in front of his other women.

Song Xuan and Jia Jingwen, who had been chatting while keeping an eye on their beloved, overheard the conversation.

Being perceptive, they quickly understood Ye Fei’s hesitation.

Exchanging a glance, they both stood up and said, “Ye Fei, we’ll step out for a bit.

You two continue talking.” Ye Fei thought it was a good idea, especially since Jia Jingwen was with them, so they wouldn’t be at any risk.

He nodded and turned to Li Liya.

“Li Liya, why don’t you go out and have some fun too?” “No,” Li Liya shook her head firmly.

“Li Liya stays with Master!” Ye Fei had no choice but to let Song Xuan and Jia Jingwen leave first.

Then he turned to Song Ci and said, “It’s like the troubles your mother faces.” “My mother’s troubles?” Song Ci was momentarily puzzled but quickly understood.

She knew her mother’s physical constitution made her desires particularly strong and how much she had endured over the years.

“So, practicing the Xuan Yin Art would make me feel like that?” “Exactly,” Ye Fei nodded.

“Only by practicing it alongside my Xuan Yang Art can you eliminate those side effects.

That’s why only my women can practice the Xuan Yin Art.” “Master, you’re so heartless.

I’ve already helped you with that.

Am I not as good as your women?” Song Ci’s eyes filled with resentment as she pouted.

Ye Fei sighed.

“It’s not what you think.

These two techniques require dual cultivation.

Do you understand what that means?” “Oh, is that all?” Song Ci said nonchalantly.

“Then let’s just do dual cultivation.” “What?!” Ye Fei was stunned.

After a long pause, he said, “We’re master and disciple!” “Master, don’t be so old-fashioned.

It’s a different era now.

Besides… I can just stay unmarried and follow you forever.” As she spoke, the little girl reached for Ye Fei’s belt.

Ye Fei was startled and quickly pushed her hand away.

“Stop messing around.

Li Liya is still here.” “So what?

Let her join us.” Song Ci turned to Li Liya, enticing her like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

“Li Liya, don’t you want to make Master feel good?” Li Liya nodded vigorously.

“Li Liya likes Master feeling good.” “See?” Song Ci giggled and, before Ye Fei could protest again, unzipped his pants.

… Just then, Ye Fei heard a commotion outside.

The voice was familiar—it was Song Xuan.

This snapped him out of his heated state, and he quickly stopped Song Ci.

“Something’s happening outside.

Let’s go check it out.” With that, Ye Fei pulled away from Song Ci, who had already made some progress.

A look of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Her disappointment wasn’t just about the interrupted pleasure; part of it was losing the chance to legitimately learn the Xuan Yin Art, but more so, it was losing the opportunity to become one with Ye Fei.

Wanting to bring Ye Fei and her mother together, Song Ci suppressed her feelings for him, content to remain his disciple for life.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be his woman.

She didn’t care about titles—she was willing to sacrifice that for her mother’s sake—but she feared Ye Fei might.

Today, she had finally managed to get him flustered with Li Liya’s help, only for the moment to be ruined by the noise outside.

How could she not be disappointed?

However, having some foundation in internal cultivation, Song Ci also heard her aunt’s voice outside.

Unaware of Jia Jingwen’s extraordinary strength, she worried Song Xuan might be in trouble.

Despite her disappointment, she quickly composed herself, straightened her clothes, and followed Ye Fei out.

Li Liya, who had been resting, also trailed behind.

Opening the door, Ye Fei saw Song Xuan and Jia Jingwen surrounded by five or six men in their twenties.

Jia Jingwen’s face was filled with anger as if she wanted to take action, but Song Xuan held her back.

The leader of the group was a rather scrawny man, but his arrogance was unmistakable.

As Ye Fei stepped out, he heard the man shouting, “If apologies worked, what would we need the police for?

Neither of you is leaving today.

If you make me happy, I’ll make it worth your while!” Song Xuan’s face turned pale with anger.

“Yi Jifeng, don’t push your luck!

It’s just a stepped-on foot.

Jingwen already apologized.

What more do you want?” “Oh, Miss Song Xuan, such a commanding presence!

I’m so scared!” the scrawny man sneered, then his expression turned cold.

“Do you think the Song family is still what it used to be?

Stop flaunting that useless status!” Song Xuan was furious but hesitated to call for Ye Fei, fearing it might cause him trouble.

She could only tightly grip Jia Jingwen, who was equally enraged.