Master, What Dao Do You Cultivate?-Chapter 37: Betraying Master and Ancestors

Seeing something was off with Yu Ye, Ji Qinglin was already on guard.
Still, he didn’t expect her to strike so cleanly—using Phantom Shadow Soul-Chasing Steps to appear right in front of him, aiming a knife-hand strike straight at his face.
Just how much does this little one hate me, anyway?
Ghostly images flashed past his eyes. Yu Ye’s knife-hand missed, but it smashed a gash into the living room doorframe. Ji Qinglin winced a little.
“Fight all you want, but can we not trash the house?”
Good thing he’d already mastered Phantom Shadow Soul-Chasing Steps, or he’d have walked away from that with a ruined face.
What the hell’s going on with this kid? Caught a virus or something? But stuff from Huai Min shouldn't have quality issues.
Ji Qinglin dodged into the living room, thinking hard about what the hell was wrong with Yu Ye—only to look down and see the cultivation technique storage device he'd bought, tossed on the couch and already opened.
“Tsk. Yu Ye, don’t tell me you loaded all of them into your body in one go?”
Even with her master’s voice calling from behind, Yu Ye showed no sign of waking up. She stepped forward with Wind Walker, her form growing faint and light as she attacked again.
“Water-Splitting Strike… you really think highly of your Master, huh.”
Because he hadn’t been able to install these techniques before, Ji Qinglin had at least studied their general mechanics for self-defense.
Water-Splitting Strike ended with a plum blossom step.
He knew the Wind Walker bit up front was just to close the distance—the real kill move came at the end. Ji Qinglin pulled out the Remote Control for the restraint device. He hesitated a second, then didn’t press it.
Instead, he raised his arms, waving them in front of him. Black and white light floated up to shield him.
Thud—
Yu Ye, clearly still not in her right mind, didn’t change moves. She launched her leg without hesitation—kicking him square in the chest, right on the Taiji symbol. But it felt like she’d just kicked into a puddle of water.
There was no traction at all. All the force she’d gathered dissipated instantly. Ji Qinglin took the chance to grab her outstretched leg and stepped back. Yu Ye, mid-air, lost all balance.
Smack—
He seized the moment—his other hand grabbed her upturned rear and, with both arms, pinned her down on the couch.
Obviously, that alone wasn’t enough to subdue her. But Ji Qinglin had mostly figured out what was wrong. As he held her down, he pulled a Neural Disruptor from the drawer.
Before Yu Ye’s Meridian-Sealing Strike could hit him, he pressed the device against her.
As the needle sank in, Yu Ye’s body went limp like a deflated balloon, soft and smooth under the thin fabric, falling right into Ji Qinglin’s arms.
He let out a long breath. Looks like his guess was right. He gently patted the unconscious Yu Ye on the back for the second time and grumbled,
“You're really bold. Loaded that many techniques in one go? Not afraid your meridians will burst?”
The body and meridians have to be able to handle the installed techniques—just like a computer's memory has to support the games you download, or nothing will run.
Installing cultivation techniques bit by bit lets your meridians gradually strengthen. But push too hard, and you’ll go beyond your body’s limits. Plenty of Qi Refiners have gone insane or become cyber-maniacs because of that.
The Neural Disruptor works like a painkiller. It can block the pain from meridian overload, but it only treats the symptom—not the root. The real problem was still there.
Ji Qinglin held Yu Ye close. The girl’s brows were tightly furrowed, silver teeth biting her lip. Clearly the pain was still lingering.
Sending her to a medical clinic and exporting the excess data from her meridians would fix it, but that was too far away. He’d just used Yin-Yang Polar Extremes Palm to dissolve Water-Splitting Strike for the first time and had gained new insight.
If he could dissolve external data, then maybe he could dissolve data already inside the meridians too?
With that thought, Ji Qinglin reached out and tugged open Yu Ye’s thin collar, revealing her pale neck and smooth, round shoulder. Her skin glowed like jade in the light.
Even though only half a shoulder was exposed, with her still unconscious and her loose shirt slipping off, she looked like some sultry fox spirit tempting men to sin.
Ji Qinglin shook himself, flipped her body around, and quickly took off her top, laying her down on her stomach on the couch—revealing a smooth, milky white back.
Such a pretty back—it’s a waste not to carve “I Love My Master” into it.
So
this
is why those Old Era martial arts dramas always stripped the girl before healing her—fun times.
Knowing Yu Ye was still in pain, Ji Qinglin didn’t waste time. He gathered two streams of data into his palms using the technique of Yin-Yang Polar Extremes Palm. With black and white light flowing, he gently massaged her smooth back.
Yu Ye hadn’t used any techniques, and with her current level, he couldn’t use Divine Perception to see the data streams in her meridians. But he could see data constantly dispersing around his hands, which meant the technique was working.
After massaging a while, he glanced down again. Her tightly knit brows had relaxed, her breathing had eased, her teeth loosened—and he could even see a bit of drool starting to drip out.
“Took in a disciple thinking I’d live the good life. Look how that turned out. Instead of serving me, now I’m massaging
you
. Honestly, I ought to smack you right now... ah, forget it. Nice back though.”
Ji Qinglin muttered boredly to himself. After around ten minutes, a soft moan finally came from below:
“Ah~”
“How’s that? Hands-on skills okay?”
“Mm? Mm.”
Yu Ye had just woken up. Her instinctive reply sounded relaxed and a little absentminded—until she realized something was wrong.
She heard her Master’s voice and tried to get up—only to discover her upper body was completely bare. She immediately flopped back down onto the couch.
Ji Qinglin handed her a piece of clothing. Yu Ye hurriedly grabbed it and covered her pale, delicate body.
“Master! What are you doing here?”
Ji Qinglin, exasperated, explained what had just happened. When he finished, he snorted:
“You’ve got
some
nerve asking what I’m doing here. Seriously? Phantom Shadow Soul-Chasing Steps
and
Water-Splitting Strike? If you wanted to betray your Master and leave the sect, you could’ve just said so. I’d have stepped aside. Why go through all this?”
Caw-caw!
Coal Boss flapped back into the room, squawking as if to say, “Scared the crap outta me!”
Yu Ye awkwardly scratched her head while sneaking guilty glances at Ji Qinglin. Her eyes were full of remorse.
Yu Ye: This is all your fault. You kept boasting that if we both installed everything, we could each train half and double our progress.
Mad Ye: Hey, how was I supposed to know your body was that weak? But seriously—you didn’t see it, your Master was kinda badass catching that move.
Yu Ye: You’re still talking?! That’s my second failed attempt to attack my Master!
“Your disciple only wanted to master those techniques quickly…”
“The good news is—you did. The bad news is—you lost your mind. What good does that do? Even A-rank meridians can’t handle this kind of abuse. Don’t worry about the Cultivation Tournament. Even if you just stand there doing nothing, I’ve got ways to get you into the top 16.”
Yu Ye could tell her Master cared more about her than any ranking. She nodded quietly, then obediently stepped forward to rub Ji Qinglin’s shoulders.
“Your disciple was wrong. I think I heard you complain earlier that I don’t take care of you. Let me pay it back with some bonus shoulder rubs, alright?”
“Alright, alright. Your meridians just recovered, don’t move around too much. Normally you don’t do squat, now you’re pretending to be sweet. You’re all sweaty—go shower first.”
Seeing her Master insist, Yu Ye had no choice but to give up. She put on her clothes, walked out of the living room, wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead, and happily entered the bathroom—leaving one exhausted guy to collapse alone on the couch.