Chapter 254: The Heavenly Dao Master Gets Pounded, Junior Sister Help Me Quickly, What Are You Doing! (4)
"Is that so? Doesn't seem like you're in much of a hurry. And yet you say you like her."
The Dao Master's gaze turned cold and scornful.
She hadn't asked for anything in return for saving him, but now he wanted benefits from her?
Such a selfish ingrate—impossible to raise properly!
She had planned to keep some things hidden, but this petty game had pushed her over the edge.
"I... I am in a hurry. Why wouldn't I be? What does this have to do with Xueyi?"
Tang Xuan looked confused.
He wasn't the one being targeted—so why should he be in a hurry?
Was the Dao Master implying she wouldn't support them unless he agreed?
"Something's happened to Xueyi. The longer we wait, the more dangerous it becomes."
"Didn't you say you liked my disciple? Seems it was all just talk."
"You're not in a hurry? Then you can watch your goddess moaning in someone else's bed."
The Dao Master's voice was icy.
Normally, she'd never say such things.
But now, she was completely fed up with this freeloader and wasn't holding back.
The atmosphere turned completely still.
"What?! Dao Master, didn't you just say everything was under control?!"
Tang Xuan froze, stunned.
The news hit him like a thunderbolt, frying his brain.
He clearly remembered her saying everything was going as planned.
Barely half an hour had passed—how had things gone so wrong?
"I did set up countermeasures. But that bastard had his own preparations."
"He has home-field advantage. My tricks won't hold out long."
The Dao Master explained coldly.
She absolutely refused to admit she had failed completely—her pride couldn't allow that.
Besides, this would achieve an even better effect.
They hadn't won yet, but they were still hanging in there.
That kind of princess needed a prince to come save her.
And this idiot would definitely take the bait.
"Dao Master, how could this happen? Can't you just teleport her back like before?!"
Tang Xuan completely panicked, his voice rising.
He'd dreamed of finishing this battle and running off with his goddess to travel the world and fight evil.
Now, that dream had crumbled before it even started.
"You think someone who's suffered once wouldn't prepare for it again? He's no fool."
"You can stay here and keep dreaming. My disciple doesn't need you."
"She's probably already been subdued by that scoundrel—completely at his mercy."
The Dao Master's voice was frigid.
She was deliberately provoking him, painting a vivid picture of what might be happening.
She knew how to manipulate emotions—especially with someone this simple-minded.
And sure enough—
Tang Xuan was completely shattered.
He easily accepted the Dao Master's failure—he'd failed countless times himself.
He hated that scoundrel bitterly, but deep down, he was also afraid of him.
A villain like that was hard to fight. It made sense.
"This wasn't what I wanted either. If your master could just—"
The Dao Master suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
"What about my master?"
Tang Xuan snapped out of it and asked urgently.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache.
He'd just met a whole new version of his goddess, had just started enjoying days where he could see her.
These few days in the Heavenly Dao Sect had given him joy he'd never known.
Even though they barely spoke, just seeing her was enough.
But now... was she leaving him again? Would he lose even that little bit?
His simping heart overflowed with sorrow.
"Forget it. What's the point of telling you? You can't do anything anyway."
"My disciple is on the edge. I have to do whatever I can—no matter how slim the chance."
"If your master's going to act at a critical moment, then let her act then."
The Dao Master's voice was calm, but it couldn't hide the disappointment.
She didn't push him anymore—but her words stung deeper than any demand.
She acted like she had nothing more to say, brushing past him.
But after just a few steps, the shaken Tang Xuan quickly blocked her path.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The Dao Master frowned, clearly annoyed.
Her irritation was genuine now—she was reaching her limit.
"Wait! Dao Master, I'll help! I'll go push my master right now. Just don't act rashly!"
Tang Xuan had gone full emergency mode, completely caught in her tempo.
Just imagining his dream goddess being defiled by that scoundrel made him want to storm over there.
But he didn't have the strength. All he could do was beg for help.
"Hurry."
The Dao Master coldly spat out the word.
She didn't even care about his earlier nonsense anymore.
Time was tight. She could keep the rest in mind for later.
After this, she had no desire to deal with him again—let alone speak to him.
Tang Xuan felt awkward, but this wasn't the time to care.
His dream goddess was suffering—everything else could wait.
He immediately activated a secret art to contact his master.
What he didn't know was that his spineless behavior had completely turned the Dao Master off.
If he ever found out, he'd probably be baffled—thinking he hadn't done anything wrong.
But in reality, he had stepped on every landmine there was.
Moments later, a celestial voice rang out.
"Disciple?"
Just one word, but it echoed with ethereal grace—like it came from the heavens.
Her appearance was unseen, but the voice alone evoked the image of a fairy untouched by the mortal world.
Her tone was puzzled—clearly unsure why her disciple was contacting her now.
"Master, please! Save my beloved! She's been taken by a scoundrel and thrown into hell!"
"That villain must be tormenting her night and day. The longer we wait, the worse it gets!"