Early morning.
As the morning mist began to rise, Jiang Huai stood outside the door and gently knocked on Chu Xianning’s room. He asked in a soft voice, “I’m going to Qingxuan Sect.”
“Oh.”
Chu Xianning, inside the room, responded indifferently, and then there was no further reply. After Jiang Huai finished speaking, he turned and left the courtyard. He went to meet Wen Wanwan first, and then they went together to the main hall of Tian Xuan Sect.
This Moon Wave Continent Grand Competition was essentially a competition between the two sects. Tian Xuan Sect and Qingxuan Sect had a close relationship, with Qingxuan always ranking first and Tian Xuan second in Moon Wave Continent.
This was mainly because Qingxuan Sect had a deeper foundation. Tian Xuan Sect Master Li Qiushan had cultivated for a thousand years, but ultimately, due to his talent limitations, his cultivation only reached the fifth layer of Mahayana. Qingxuan Sect Master Luo Yueguan, on the other hand, was only six hundred years old yet had already reached the fifth layer of Mahayana. Furthermore, Qingxuan Sect’s Vice Sect Master was at the fourth layer of Mahayana, and they possessed a medicinal garden blessed land as their foundation, making other sects envious.
This trip was personally led by Li Qiushan with two people, and several sect elders would accompany them. They would also discuss specific matters of cooperation between the two sects. Tian Xuan Sect had a vein mine and was skilled in sword forging, while Qingxuan Sect excelled in alchemy. There were frequent interactions between the two sects.
After boarding the Spirit Boat, Li Qiushan let Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan choose new rooms. After Wen Wanwan picked one, Jiang Huai didn’t choose another. Both of them disliked being in crowded places, so they retreated to their rooms to play chess.
The twilight was vast, and the Spirit Boat arrived at Qingxuan Sect.
Wen Wanwan rode her sword, bringing Jiang Huai down to the ground. Luo Qingyu was already waiting under the magnolia tree in front of the courtyard. The young girl was wearing a moon-white palace dress, with light gauze on her shoulders subtly revealing her soft, fragrant skin. Upon seeing Jiang Huai, she leaned in and nestled into his embrace.
Jiang Huai gently embraced her soft body and patted her back. But Luo Qingyu would not be satisfied with just that. She slightly tiptoed, raised her fair, clean face, and closed her eyes. Jiang Huai lowered his head and gently kissed her delicate pink lips, then was tightly embraced by the young girl’s hands. A simple kiss turned into a lingering deep kiss, only ending when Luo Qingyu was almost out of breath. She reluctantly lowered her tiptoes, gently licked her lips with her tongue, and held Jiang Huai’s hand, “Jiiang Xiaohu (Brother Jiang), come in quickly.”
Wen Wanwan and Jiang Huai entered the courtyard together. Luo Yueguan was already sitting under the flower tree in the courtyard, watching the sunset.
It had been almost two months since Jiang Huai had last seen Luo Yueguan. He felt a slight pang of longing upon his arrival. At this moment, Luo Yueguan was wearing a purple palace dress. The style of the hem was clearly suited for summer. A shawl on her shoulders was hazy, revealing her pink, fragrant shoulders. The dress in front of her chest was slightly bulging, seemingly struggling to contain the curve of her bosom. The skirt reached her ankles, and her legs were crossed, her two fair, tender little feet resting together. Seeing Jiang Huai walk in, her eyes only glanced at him indifferently before calmly looking away.
“Hmm, Auntie Luo’s gaze is a bit cold.”
“You’re here?” Luo Yueguan spoke indifferently, then her gaze shifted to the chair beside her. Jiang Huai understood in a moment and sat down beside her. Looking into her eyes, he saw a slight hint of exhaustion and asked softly, “Auntie Luo, you haven’t been sleeping well recently?”
“The summer heat is too intense, and my fire element is too strong. The Ice Soul Profound Body dislikes it, so I become irritable and find it hard to sleep.”
“Should I concoct some calming medicine for Auntie Luo?”
“Someone in the sect has already concocted it, and the effect is quite good, but I’m too lazy to drink it.”
“Why?”
“It’s too bitter.”
Jiang Huai was dumbfounded for a moment, “Can I see the prescription? I’ll make you a sweet soup.”
“Oh.” Luo Yueguan simply agreed indifferently, tossed him a piece of paper, and then turned her gaze to the distant sunset. A moment later, she suddenly thought of something and said, “Your opponent this time is the Vice Sect Master’s son, Ye Wanqiu. He is at the first layer of Spirit Transformation.”
Jiang Huai pondered for a moment, “Are you saying I should hold back?”
“If you can beat him to death, then beat him to death. His mother disgusted me not too long ago.”
Jiang Huai was momentarily speechless with amusement, “How did she disgust you?”
“She publicly challenged my authority during a sect meeting and questioned my decisions. Speaking of which, it’s partly your fault. Originally, the spot to enter the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm for Bai Li should have gone to her child. But because of my decision, that spot was given to Bai Li. She’s been holding a grudge and wants to oppose me at every turn.”
“Oh…” Jiang Huai nodded.
So, Luo Yueguan sometimes acted like a child. The grudges between elders naturally wouldn’t extend to the younger generation. Jiang Huai couldn’t seriously intend to beat that fellow cultivator named Ye Wanqiu to death during tomorrow’s battle; that would be too much of a bully.
Even though he currently had five High-level Experience Scrolls on him, it might be a bit strenuous if he faced someone at the tenth layer of Spirit Transformation. However, dealing with someone at the first layer of Spirit Transformation would be effortless even without the Experience Scrolls.
Jiang Huai’s gaze shifted to Luo Yueguan’s profile. Luo Yueguan was intently watching the sunset, her eyes calm. Her pupils were light blue, very beautiful. Her cheeks, however, possessed the refined elegance of a classical beauty. It was just that her eyes always held a hint of charm, as if she were smiling but not smiling.
Jiang Huai always felt that Luo Yueguan didn’t have much enthusiasm for him, but then he thought again, wasn’t it normal not to have too much enthusiasm? Otherwise, what should it be like? Should this mischievous, bad woman have been beaming with joy the moment he entered, saying, “Come here quickly, let Auntie Luo hug you”?
Perhaps Luo Yueguan had been too childish in the past, causing Jiang Huai to have peculiar illusions. He suddenly wondered how much her favorability towards him had dropped in the two months he hadn’t seen her.
He still had two chances to check Luo Yueguan’s favorability. Out of curiosity, he used one here and quickly received the feedback.
[Qingxuan Sect Master Luo Yueguan’s current favorability: 73.]
Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment.
Although he didn’t really believe that a person’s affection for another could be measured by numbers, it was slightly beyond his expectations that Luo Yueguan’s favorability towards him had dropped from 87 to 73 in just two months. But then he thought, wasn’t this exactly what he had hoped for? Why did he feel a bit disappointed?
As expected, he was a masochist.
There were only the four of them in the courtyard at this moment. Qingxuan Sect naturally had elders responsible for receiving Li Qiushan, so Luo Yueguan didn’t need to worry about these matters. She simply leaned back on the lounge chair, her eyes squinted, watching the distant sun gradually set. This was what she had done most often in the past few hundred years: watching the light gradually dim, watching the darkness gradually engulf her, as if her heart also became serene along with it.
Luo Qingyu and Wen Wanwan were whispering a lot of secrets to each other. Jiang Huai also leaned back in his chair, quietly watching the sunset. The competition would only begin tomorrow, and the night was still long. Luo Qingyu arranged a room for Wen Wanwan, who lit a lamp in her room and began to read.
She wasn’t reading any proper books, but A Mumu’s debut work. She had glanced at it with Wen Fufu before, but unwilling to examine it closely due to blushing and a racing heart. Now, these books had become a treasure trove for controlling Jiiang Xiaohu. Many of the seductive knowledge learned from the books were eventually used on Jiang Huai. When the imagined scenes appeared before him, Jiang Huai would always feel his head swimming.
Jiang Huai, on the other hand, was dragged by Luo Qingyu to the bathhouse. The water in the bathhouse rippled. The young girl’s skin was porcelain white. The two of them frolicked and tussled in the bathhouse, covered in bubbles. Luo Qingyu could no longer wait until they reached the room. She stood on one leg in the water, lifting her slender, snow-white leg out of the water, her ankle resting on his shoulder. Her tender white hand had already begun to guide Jiiang Xiaohu to where he should go.
Luo Qingyu tightly hugged Jiang Huai’s neck and whispered in his ear, “Qingyu has already spoken with Sister Wanwan. Tonight… Brother Jiang Huai is all mine.”
The night was dim.
Luo Yueguan, soaking in the bathhouse, always felt a strange scent in the water. She didn’t need to think much to know that Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu had probably done something bad in the bathhouse earlier. Her sense of smell was incredibly keen. Sitting by the edge of the bath, she activated the formation beneath the bathhouse and replaced all the water before finally lifting her slender feet into the water to soak.
Luo Yueguan’s state of mind had been very peaceful recently. The marriage between Luo Qingyu and Jiang Huai was considered settled. Qingyu had already given herself to that little bastard. Although he was a bit of a philanderer, he ultimately knew how to be responsible. From now on, she no longer had to worry about Qingyu’s future.
For the past two months, Luo Qingyu had been with her in the courtyard. The mother-daughter relationship had become exceptionally close, no longer maintaining the pretense of politeness as before. This, for her, was perhaps a source of great comfort.
She had also gained the friendship of Bai Jin. Although she was from another race, she was a Ninth Realm Immortal Venerable. Although there were still a hundred Ninth Realm Immortal Venerables in this world, there were not many willing to intervene in worldly affairs. Bai Jin had promised her that she could do anything for her, but she no longer felt the need to do anything.
Her Ice Soul Profound Body had been completely healed, and even all her acupoints had been opened, becoming the enviable Heavenly Evolution Divine Acupoints. Her inner demon had also become much more docile recently. Apart from occasionally triggering her by making her dream of past scenes, it could no longer even chatter in her ear all day long.
“Are you dead?” Luo Yueguan suddenly muttered to herself.
“If you aren’t dead, how can I die?” The voice of her inner demon immediately responded in her ear. Luo Yueguan suddenly couldn’t help but chuckle.
In the past, she and her inner demon were always arguing, fighting for control of the body. But recently, her inner demon seemed to have become weaker and weaker, lacking the strength to even argue with her. She, on the other hand, felt unaccustomed to it for some reason.
After calling out to her inner demon, it seemed to want to say more, but with a thought from Luo Yueguan, it immediately fell silent. She suddenly burst into laughter alone, splashing her white legs in the bathhouse, her fingertips playfully trailing on her legs, finally touching her delicate, moist crevices.
Unlike Chu Xianning, who was perpetually unsatisfied due to her physique and needed to deliberately suppress it, she particularly enjoyed pleasuring herself to exhaustion in solitude. When the emptiness after pleasure surged, she would fall into a deep sleep for a long time.
Luo Yueguan’s body trembled slightly. She lowered her head, panting heavily. She squinted slightly, the water rippling. In her reflection in the water, there was a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth.
The ripples were instantly disturbed by the wind. She got out of the bathhouse.
Her fingertips were still not as good as her precious jade stones.
