Chapter 271: Punished in Place of Master? Bearing the Guilt for Her Disciple! The Clumsy Heavenly Dao Sect Leader (1)
"You're really being unfair, Sect Leader. You've brought me nothing but trouble."
"And you dragged me into this mess—seriously, you must really hate me."
"You're the one stirring up chaos using the lives of all beings as leverage. How could that not deserve punishment?"
Su Qing cracked a small whip, slicing through the air with sharp whooshing sounds.
This Sect Leader truly had a holy, untouchable fairy-like aura about her.
Especially now, when she stood silent, cold as ice.
But he? He just wanted to give her a good beating to vent.
This wasn't just about venting his anger—it was for the sake of all beings in the world!
If it weren't for her, would today's conflict have even happened?
She deserved it!
His righteous posture stunned the other two onlookers.
Why did he look more like a messenger of justice than a villain?
Smack!
The crisp sound echoed through the trees.
The Heavenly Dao Sect Leader felt a pain she had never known before and bit her lip.
Her already torn robe shredded even further under the punishment.
Looking down, her snowy-white skin now bore red marks.
The sight was sorrowfully beautiful, only adding to the intense atmosphere.
"If you apologize and admit your wrongdoing now, maybe I'll let you off."
Su Qing spoke in a serious tone.
"I did nothing wrong."
Her voice was calm.
Even though she was completely at a disadvantage, she still maintained her composure and stood firm in her beliefs.
She meant it—she didn't think she had done anything wrong.
In the game of kings and losers, her only mistake was not killing this brat early enough.
If she had struck him down herself back then, the world might already be in chaos by now!
"So damn stubborn. But I'm sure you've considered the consequences of that."
Su Qing was clearly annoyed and raised his hand again.
Smack, smack, smack!
The sounds echoed, each one heavy and solid.
This narcissistic zealot needed some correction!
"Stop, please stop! Master, if this continues, you'll really get hurt!"
Ye Xueyi couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed Su Qing's hand, pleading.
She knew her master was injured and feared the beatings might worsen it.
But in truth, her worry was completely unnecessary.
Even if she wasn't a body cultivator, the Sect Leader's physical toughness wasn't something to scoff at.
If this could injure her, she'd already be lying near death.
"Xueyi, what do you mean by this?"
Su Qing finally halted and questioned her.
His tone was harsh, but the look he shot over his shoulder at the Sect Leader was full of satisfaction.
That punishment was just for venting.
But cracking the Sect Leader's defenses would take far more than this.
She glanced at her disciple, a flicker of complexity in her eyes.
She hadn't expected her own disciple to come forward to protect her.
Of course, she didn't expect betrayal either. Su Qing surely had fallback plans, so turning her disciple wouldn't mean much.
As long as her disciple stayed safe, everything was worth it.
"Master, this is just how she is. Please stop questioning her."
"I know she was wrong. I'll take her punishment. Come at me instead."
Ye Xueyi's voice held a pleading tone.
"Disciple, don't. Even if he beats me to death, I'll never bow my head."
The Sect Leader's brow furrowed slightly as she spoke.
And she meant every word.
"Master, how can I just stand by while you suffer like this?"
"You want me to live with the guilt? I can't take it anymore!"
"And why do you keep bringing up death? Don't you care about your disciple? About our sect?"
Ye Xueyi looked at her master, her voice trembling.
This was no act—it was heartfelt emotion.
And no one could ignore that kind of emotion.
The Sect Leader opened her mouth, but no words came out.
She looked at her disciple's tear-filled eyes, throat tight.
If she refused, her disciple would be wracked with guilt.
"Master, please… give me a chance to take your punishment instead!"
Ye Xueyi took a deep breath, slowly knelt down, and gently grabbed Su Qing's clothes.
Her soft, half-earnest submission, kneeling and groveling, was done to perfection.
Honestly, doing this kind of thing in private would be no big deal.
But with someone watching, it was natural to feel shy.
Still, that touch of shyness only made her performance more convincing.
But this display didn't please the boy at all.
On the contrary, he looked visibly annoyed.
"Xueyi, begging on someone else's behalf in front of your Master? That's a major offense."
"Haven't I told you? No matter what, you should always think only of me."
Su Qing's voice was ice-cold, brooking no argument.
As he spoke, he reached out and arrogantly grabbed the divine girl's chin.
Then, his hand slid downward without a word.
That swan-like neck turned red beneath his grip.
But his hand didn't stop there—it continued its descent.
There was no mistaking what he intended.
Ye Xueyi's body stiffened.
Though she belonged to him entirely, moments like this still made her nervous.
Part of it was the wilderness setting—it had a strange, unsettling vibe.
But mostly, it was because her master was right there, watching everything up close.
The shame, the… sensation—it was far more intense than usual.