Dao Companion Crippled, Coveters Move

Chapter 437 423: Helplessly Watching His Dao Companion Enter the Room with Pei Yuhang...

Pang Xiaoming angrily pounded on the door in front of him, roaring:

"Pei Yuhang! You wife-stealing bastard!"

"Got the guts to steal my wife, but too scared to face me?! You—"

Before Pang Xiaoming could finish, the door was suddenly flung open, and he found himself unexpectedly facing a pair of beautiful, ice-cold eyes.

"Huang Wanshi" stood in the doorway, staring at him with a look of utter disgust.

"Wanshi, you..."

SLAP—!!

A resounding slap struck him hard across the face.

Pang Xiaoming's cheek burned with a searing pain. His short body spun uncontrollably in the air three times before crashing heavily to the ground.

A clear handprint was already swelling high on his right cheek, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Pang Xiaoming's shocked expression gradually shifted to one of grievance. His lips trembled, like a puppy abandoned by its master.

"Wanshi... you, how could you help another man hit me?" he called out hoarsely, his voice choked with disbelief.

"Huang Wanshi" narrowed her eyes at Pang Xiaoming. In the memories of the woman who had already been burned to ash, she had seen this man and knew he was Huang Wanshi's Dao Companion.

She also knew that the man before her was incredibly weak. Though he and Huang Wanshi were called Dao Companions, they were more like a master and a servant.

'In that case, this will be easy. Having been at the Holy Daughter's side, I've learned a thing or two. I know exactly how to act like a "master"... and how to train a "dog."'

SLAP—!!

Facing the aggrieved Pang Xiaoming, "Huang Wanshi" struck him again with the back of her hand.

This time, Pang Xiaoming was sent flying again. He spun another three times in the air, and after landing, his left cheek was also swollen high.

After two slaps, Pang Xiaoming finally behaved. He clutched his swollen cheeks, his eyes darting about as he retracted his head like a frightened turtle.

"I don't recall giving you permission to board this ship."

"Huang Wanshi" narrowed her alluring, almond-shaped eyes. Her red lips curved into a dangerous smile. "How did you sneak on?"

She was the one who had been caught in the act, yet now "Huang Wanshi" was brazenly interrogating Pang Xiaoming.

"Mmph... I snuck on... because I was so worried you'd be tricked by a bad man..." Pang Xiaoming explained with difficulty, his speech muffled by his swollen cheeks.

He had clearly come to "catch an adulterer," but now, it was as if he were kneeling before "Huang Wanshi," begging for forgiveness.

The rage and courage he had painstakingly mustered vanished without a trace the moment he met "Huang Wanshi's" eyes.

After decades of being tamed as a cuckold husband, he had been "spiritually castrated."

He could no longer be called a whole man.

Just then, Pei Yuhang walked out of the room. Pang Xiaoming looked up and saw his handsome face, and his eyes burned with the hatred one feels upon meeting a bitter enemy.

This was the handsome man who had taken his Dao Companion!

"Hm?"

Seeing this cuckold husband dare to glare at Pei Yuhang, "Huang Wanshi" snorted coldly, her sharp gaze sweeping over him like a blade.

'How dare you glare at my... at the Holy Daughter's man!'

Under the pressure of that cold gaze, Pang Xiaoming trembled. The fire in his eyes was instantly extinguished as if doused by a bucket of cold water. He lowered his head, his shoulders slumped limply, and his entire body seemed to shrink another size.

For some reason, his Dao Companion tonight seemed far more terrifying than usual.

He didn't dare to defy her gaze at all.

He had a feeling that if he angered her, something truly terrible would happen to him.

Pei Yuhang looked at Pang Xiaoming, who was hunched over like a large turtle, his back seemingly bent by the weight of his life. He couldn't help but send a psychic message to the "Huang Wanshi" beside him:

[Jiu, don't you think you're going a little too far with him...]

Upon hearing this, "Huang Wanshi's" red lips curled into a mocking arc. With a flirtatious roll of her eyes, she gave Pei Yuhang a look that was full of charm.

[Too far? If you hadn't stopped me, I would have ripped his head off the moment he first knocked. I already killed Huang Wanshi, so what does it matter if this nobody dies along with her?]

[You so-called Righteous Cultivators have too many rules. You refuse to take the easy way and always have to do things the roundabout way.]

Pei Yuhang didn't argue with Jiu about the principles of their Xuanyuan Dao Sect. He turned to Pang Xiaoming and spoke calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Pang Xiaoming, is it?"

"Elder Huang and I were in the room, but we were not doing anything immoral. You've misunderstood."

Hearing this, a faint light suddenly flickered in Pang Xiaoming's eyes, like a drowning man grasping at a final straw.

He didn't want to accept the terrible outcome that his Dao Companion had truly betrayed him.

If there was any other possibility, he was of course willing to believe it!

'After all, I didn't personally see my Dao Companion and this peerlessly handsome, white-robed young master actually... piled on top of each other...'

'As long as I didn't see it!'

'Then even if Wanshi came to Pei Sword Immortal's room in the middle of the night, cheating on me couldn't be the only possibility, right?'

'Maybe... they were playing chess?'

He looked up at "Huang Wanshi," hoping for some comfort, but she just gave him a cold look and said:

"I came to see Palace Master Pei to discuss important Sect matters. You rushing up here and making a scene not only ruined the mood for myself and Palace Master Pei, but you also delayed our discussion of Sect business!"

Hearing this, Pang Xiaoming's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed. He let out a long sigh, a foolish, relieved smile spreading across his face.

He believed his Dao Companion's words.

'I was the one who came and disturbed their discussion of important Sect matters!'

"S-Sorry, Pei Sword Immortal... I was being rash."

Pang Xiaoming bowed his head to Pei Yuhang in apology, his face still swollen. He nodded repeatedly, his puffy cheeks jiggling with the movement.

"It's fine..."

Seeing that Pei Yuhang had forgiven him, he then turned to look expectantly at "Huang Wanshi."

"Wanshi, it's getting late, we should..."

"Get lost."

"Huang Wanshi" shot him an icy glare, as if looking at a filthy ant.

"You're staying in the cook's quarters, aren't you? Since you snuck aboard, you can just stay there for the next month or so. Don't even think about coming near me!"

Pang Xiaoming froze as if struck by lightning, the color instantly draining from his face.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He could only watch helplessly as his Dao Companion turned to face Pei Yuhang, her harsh, icy expression melting into the gentleness of a spring stream.

"Also~"

"Huang Wanshi" said, taking Pei Yuhang's hand with a sweet smile. Out of Pang Xiaoming's line of sight, she playfully traced the palm of Pei Yuhang's hand with her fingertip.

"Who said Palace Master Pei and I were done talking?"

"Because you disturbed our important business, Palace Master Pei and I will have to talk much later in the room. We might not even be finished until tomorrow morning.

We have to talk it out all night, in great detail~"

"You should go on back now."

Pang Xiaoming watched his Dao Companion take Pei Yuhang's hand and prepare to enter the room and close the door. He mustered his courage and tried to reason with her:

"Wanshi... this isn't appropriate. Both you and Pei Sword Immortal are married. If word of this gets out..."

"What if it gets out?"

"Huang Wanshi's" gaze stabbed at Pang Xiaoming like a knife, her voice colder than the wind and rain.

"My conscience is clear, I have nothing to hide. Why would I be afraid of a little gossip?! Or are you saying... you disagree?!"

"No... of course not..."

"Then get lost."

SLAM—

The door was slammed shut.