Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 170: Rest Assured, It's All Yours 【Part 2】

Feng Ya Immortal felt uneasy, though she rarely concerned herself with appearances. Yet, she couldn't help but ask, "Disciple, which part of me did you imitate?" Even as she spoke, she found the question somewhat unbelievable.

Ye Wenxin, feeling triumphant, continued just as Feng Ya Immortal began to doubt her own eyes. "Oh, I mimicked your figure, Master. Should we undress and compare?"

Of course, this was nonsense. Ye Wenxin hadn't copied any part of Feng Ya Immortal. Her face was a blend of features from various acquaintances—Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng's cheeks, Long Qingyue's eyes, Ling Jue's lips, Long Qing'er's nose. Ironically, there wasn't a trace of Feng Ya Immortal in it.

"..."

Despite Ye Wenxin's teasing, Feng Ya Immortal's expression remained unchanged. Finding it dull, Ye Wenxin curiously peeked inside Feng Ya Immortal's clothing.

"Master, you're not actually wearing my undergarment, are you?"

"..."

If the person before her weren't Feng Ya Immortal, any random woman would have likely been furious enough to strike Ye Wenxin. Even Feng Ya Immortal felt slightly provoked. Without the old grandmother's constant guidance, she might have drawn her Hanpo sword. Within a few seconds of stunned silence, Feng Ya Immortal calmly replied, "Would you like to see?"

Ye Wenxin paused, then happily dashed to Feng Ya Immortal's side. She imagined the thrill of tearing Feng Ya Immortal's clothes, of pinning her down...

Yet, at that moment, Feng Ya Immortal transformed into Ye Wenxin's likeness.

Seeing her own familiar face, Ye Wenxin lost all interest, especially in the idea of undressing herself—a decidedly unappealing prospect.

"Cultivators must avoid the pitfalls of passion," Feng Ya Immortal advised.

"But Master, I can't resist temptation. You're a great beauty, the world's finest," Ye Wenxin replied, feigning innocence. She didn't believe Feng Ya Immortal could withstand her antics.

Her earlier taunts were meant to provoke Feng Ya Immortal. But now, nothing seemed to ruffle her. Instead, Ye Wenxin found herself feeling increasingly flustered.

Yet her words were sincere. The world's most beautiful woman was the subject of countless fantasies. Even if this Feng Ya Immortal lacked social graces and would likely be uninteresting in bed, just the notion of an encounter with her would be worth boasting about for years.

"Endure," Feng Ya Immortal responded to Ye Wenxin's desire with a single word, eliciting an even more pitiful look from her disciple.

"For how long?"

"Until you can stand proudly by my side."

Feng Ya Immortal took a moment to contemplate before addressing the matter directly. The previous talk of dao companions had been the old grandmother's strategy to use Feng Ya Immortal's beauty to control the naive Ye Wenxin.

But Feng Ya Immortal wouldn't treat her words as mere placation. In making this promise, she acknowledged that they were both master and disciple, and would indeed be future dao companions.

"How long will that take?"

"The decision lies with you. The upcoming tournament and secret realm will provide opportunities."

Feng Ya Immortal patiently explained, noticing her own increasing verbosity and the subtle shifts in her mindset. She wondered if this was her emotional tribulation unfolding or if Ye Wenxin truly possessed some extraordinary quality that was changing her.

"Fine, but you'd better protect yourself. Don't let some 'chosen one' or unexpected 'Dragon Ao Tian' snatch you away," Ye Wenxin reluctantly agreed, but couldn't help warning Feng Ya Immortal. She realized that someone as famous and desirable as Feng Ya Immortal was likely the common target of all transmigrators.

"Rest assured, it's all yours."

Feng Ya Immortal stroked Ye Wenxin's head, finally glimpsing a hint of genuine affection in her disciple's eyes. Somehow, the words flowed naturally from her lips.

The atmosphere grew intimate, but because Feng Ya Immortal currently wore Ye Wenxin's face, Ye Wenxin herself couldn't fully immerse in the moment.

They sat down in the room, with Ye Wenxin listing basic names to prevent 'Ye Wenxin' from suddenly appearing aloof and arousing suspicion among acquaintances.

Being discovered for hiring a stand-in was one thing, but if people found out that stand-in was Feng Ya Immortal...

Well, even if she told ten people, eleven wouldn't believe her.

Ye Wenxin—no, 'Ye Meijing'—smiled wryly. She was just explaining about the chubby boy when the door opened.

Baili Mu walked in cheerfully, paused upon seeing 'Ye Meijing', then quickly put on a friendly smile.

"You must be Ye Wenxin's lover."

Without a hint of rejection or surprise at Ye Wenxin's lover being female, Baili Mu showed no confusion.

"I suppose so. I'm Ye Meijing, from the same village as Wenxin. But why aren't you surprised to see me?" Ye Meijing, now viewing 'Ye Wenxin' from an outsider's perspective, sought to understand Baili Mu's true thoughts.

"Wenxin had a lover before. Ah, I don't know if she told you about that," Baili Mu mischievously threw shade at Ye Wenxin, openly twisting the knife.

"Also, next time you visit, could you not knock me out? If you two need privacy, just tell me, and I'll stay with a friend." Baili Mu recalled this most frustrating incident. She couldn't shake the feeling that 'Ye Meijing' seemed more like Ye Wenxin.

As for Ye Wenxin, she sat primly as if embodying a different persona, like the most traditional young lady from a noble family.

"Wenxin, I didn't know you could be shy. Hehe, Meijing, I was just joking about the previous lover. But Wenxin is quite popular; you can't just hold onto her body," Baili Mu, unaware that Feng Ya Immortal was impersonating Ye Wenxin, tried to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"..."

Feng Ya Immortal remained silent, taking small bites of the bun Baili Mu had brought. She seemed unaccustomed to eating, as cultivators at the Yuan Ying stage typically abstained from mortal food.

Ye Wenxin, however, loved to eat. Seeing Feng Ya Immortal struggle, she naturally took the remaining buns and devoured them in a few bites.

Baili Mu was also munching on a bun. Observing 'Ye Meijing's' behavior and Ye Wenxin's sudden silence, she assumed 'Ye Wenxin' was feeling shy. She left the buns she had bought for herself, then quickly closed the door and departed.