Senior Brother Jiang Huai suddenly found the waiting period to be agonizing.
He waited in the courtyard for the time it takes two or three sticks of incense to burn, and Wen Wanwan finally emerged from the backyard bathhouse. She was wearing a white Daoist robe that completely concealed her body, revealing only a sliver of her snow-white ankle. The robe was very loose, hiding her prominent figure, but her face remained cold and stunningly beautiful, like a moonlit fairy.
She walked to Senior Brother Jiang Huai and stood obediently before him, carrying a Black Iron Sword. “Then… I’ll start practicing my sword.”
“Mm-hmm.” Jiang Huai sat there, watching her intently as she once again attempted to perform Mist Slash.
Wen Wanwan was surprised to discover that after opening those two acupoints, using Mist Slash seemed much easier. The spiritual Qi in the air rippled slightly. She tried many times, executing what she believed to be her best sword strike.
Perhaps to Senior Brother Jiang Huai, it still appeared clumsy, like a child’s. But when she turned to him, his eyes were full of praise. “Very good! In just a day or two, you’re already showing promise. Practice for a while longer, and you’ll gradually find your own Sword Intent. Cultivating the sword isn’t something to rush; practicing slowly is fine.”
Jiang Huai always liked to break down cultivation into a game-like mode. Cool sword moves were skills, and cultivation level was the mana bar. A high mana bar was useless without skills, and a cool skill was equally so without enough mana. Both complemented each other.
“How did my acupoints…”
“That’s a secret. You can’t tell anyone else.” Jiang Huai said seriously this time. Wen Wanwan nodded, then was about to make an oath. Jiang Huai quickly stopped her. “It’s not necessary. I trust you. It’s fine.”
A cultivator’s acupoints weren’t fixed from the start of cultivation. Many cultivators accidentally opened acupoints during their practice, which was common and wouldn’t attract suspicion.
Even if it were exposed, Jiang Huai still had Chu Xianning backing him.
“You’ve practiced your sword well. Keep up the good work.”
Wen Wanwan nodded.
“But don’t overexert yourself,” Jiang Huai added. Wen Wanwan still nodded obediently. Jiang Huai beckoned to her. “Come and rest for a bit?”
Wen Wanwan sat down opposite him. The two of them sat by the tea table and chatted quietly.
Wen Wanwan hesitated for a long time before daring to ask Jiang Huai about his relationship with Luo Qingyu. Jiang Huai then told Wen Wanwan about Luo Qingyu’s past and the aftermath of Luo Yueguan coming to break off the engagement. Wen Wanwan listened intently, nodding softly.
“Then, if Senior Brother Jiang Huai’s cultivation level recovers in the future… will you marry Luo Qingyu?”
“Probably.” Jiang Huai’s gaze wavered. After a moment, he chuckled. “No one can predict the future. It’s best to live in the present. I don’t know what the future holds.”
Wen Wanwan softly acknowledged him and picked up the teapot to pour tea for Jiang Huai. Just as Jiang Huai picked up his teacup and took a sip, he suddenly felt the white and tender little feet under the table brush against him.
“Hmm?” Jiang Huai blinked at Wen Wanwan.
Wen Wanwan’s eyes darted away, and she whispered, “Senior Brother Jiang Huai… would you like to… give me a massage?”
“Since you’ve asked, I’ll reluctantly give you one.”
As Jiang Huai spoke, the girl’s legs quietly lifted under the table, and her white and tender little feet rested on his legs. Jiang Huai lowered his head, marveling at how long her legs were. His fingertips gently grasped the girl’s soft, white, snow-white feet. The girl’s feet, having just bathed, were clean and spotless. Gradually, her white and tender feet began to appear delicate pink under his touch.
Jiang Huai knew he was finished for this life. His weakness had been thoroughly captured.
Wen Wanwan sat there obediently, as if nothing had happened, but the blush on her cheeks was impossible to hide. After a while, Jiang Huai finally withdrew his hand, satisfied. “Okay, I’m done.”
Wen Wanwan’s eyes immediately became a little resentful.
The two continued to chat in the courtyard until the pot of tea was finally finished. Jiang Huai stood up. “Then I’ll head back now?”
“Mhm.” Wen Wanwan also stood up and walked Jiang Huai to the courtyard entrance. Just as they were parting, Wen Wanwan suddenly took a step forward and hugged Jiang Huai from behind.
Previously, the Daoist robe had concealed the girl’s figure. Now, holding her tightly, her soft chest pressed against him. Jiang Huai’s body suddenly stiffened. He heard Wen Wanwan whisper, “Senior Brother Jiang Huai… please don’t be angry…”
“If you wanted to hug me, why didn’t you just say so?” Jiang Huai gently held her hands, then released them, turned around, and gently embraced Wen Wanwan.
Wen Wanwan was warm. Jiang Huai held her gently, and the lobes of Wen Wanwan’s ears began to burn again. Jiang Huai’s fingertips lightly touched her slender waist. After a moment, he suddenly thought of something. “So… can you try not to test Senior Brother Jiang Huai so much in the future, okay?”
Wen Wanwan became flustered for a moment. After a few seconds, she could only obediently hum a response, though it carried a hint of grievance. Jiang Huai reached out and “slapped” her soft, snow-white buttocks.
Hmm? She was soft, but also a bit more resilient.
“A little punishment.”
After the slap, Jiang Huai regretted it. He had acted on a sudden impulse and was now making excuses. Wen Wanwan felt her body go weak, as if she could no longer stand. She slightly tiptoed, and her delicate pink lips approached Jiang Huai’s. “The punishment is over… Senior Brother Jiang Huai won’t be angry anymore?”
“No, don’t worry about whether I’ll be angry. Just be happy yourself.”
“Then…” Wen Wanwan’s words trailed off. Jiang Huai sensed her breath near his ear. “What?”
“It’s nothing.”
Wen Wanwan muttered softly in her heart.
If only… she could be punished a few more times in the future.
Jiang Huai, of course, couldn’t hear her thoughts. He only knew that Wen Wanwan clung to him as if she couldn’t let go. After a while, she finally released him, saying softly, “Senior Brother Jiang Huai, take care.”
“Mhm, sleep well.”
Jiang Huai let out a long sigh and turned to leave.
***
Returning to the courtyard.
Jiang Huai went to Luo Qingyu’s room first. He gently pushed open the door. Luo Qingyu was sitting on the bed. The Firefly Stones in the room were still lit. She was playing with the sculpture in her hand. Jiang Huai came to her side. “Lift your skirt.”
Luo Qingyu heard him, obediently put down the sculpture, turned over, and lay on the bed, presenting her perky snow buttocks. She reached out to lift her skirt hem, but the next second, Jiang Huai reached out and lightly bonked her forehead. “Who told you to stick your butt out?”
“Oh…” Luo Qingyu obediently lay down on the bed and lifted her skirt. Her legs, revealed by the skirt, were smooth and fair, without a hint of redness. Only then did Jiang Huai heave a sigh of relief. “Good girl. Alright, lie down obediently. I’ll tell you today’s story.”
Luo Qingyu obediently turned onto her side, reaching out to cover herself with the quilt. Her eyes blinked, watching Jiang Huai as she quietly listened to the story.
***
Jiang Huai walked out of the courtyard.
Chu Xianning was sitting in the pavilion again, though Jiang Huai didn’t know when she had gotten there. Jiang Huai came and sat opposite her. Chu Xianning glanced indifferently at the teapot, and Jiang Huai, understanding, obediently began to make tea for her.
Jiang Huai took out a chessboard, trying to find some sense of presence on another board. Unfortunately, Chu Xianning once again defeated him soundly. Her horse had been taken by Chu Xianning right from the opening. How unfair.
“You seem very busy recently,” Chu Xianning’s tone was casual.
“Ah? Really?”
“Why haven’t I seen you teaching others swordplay before?”
“Are you back to badmouthing me? Didn’t I used to go to various mountain gates to teach other junior sisters swordplay?”
“But you don’t seem like the kind of person who has the patience to teach someone swordplay individually.”
“Um, because Wen Wanwan is very beautiful, she’s eighty percent as beautiful as Master.”
Wen Wanwan’s figure was as tall and slender as Chu Xianning’s, and her demeanor was even more cold and aloof. However, Master’s coldness was constant, while Wen Wanwan’s coldness was her protective shell.
With her looks and figure, and no one to rely on in the Sect, if she weren’t somewhat aloof and independent, she would inevitably be coveted.
Clearly, Jiang Huai’s answer had inadvertently struck a nerve with Chu Xianning. She glanced at Jiang Huai from the corner of her eye, revealing a hint of displeasure. Jiang Huai seemed completely oblivious and continued, “But truthfully, she’s gentler than Master and a bit cuter, more likable.”
“It seems you… like her a lot.” Chu Xianning’s voice was flat.
“Well, it’s not the kind of liking Master is thinking of,” Jiang Huai calmly excused himself. “I previously proposed an inner sect reform to the Sect. Wen Wanwan, due to having to take care of her sister, had to spend a lot of Spirit Stones to maintain her sister’s health. As a result, her cultivation level was low, and she was at risk of being expelled from the inner sect. I indirectly harmed her and her sister, so I want to compensate them.”
“Oh, so that’s the kind of compensation.” Chu Xianning appeared enlightened.
“Wait… what does Master mean?”
“You smell of a woman’s perfume.”
“Are you a dog?” Jiang Huai quipped back instinctively.
Chu Xianning never showed any signs of anger, but the next second, her white and tender feet under the table firmly stepped on his toes. Jiang Huai winced in pain. “I was wrong, I was wrong! It hurts, it hurts!”
Chu Xianning lifted her leg and glanced at him indifferently. Jiang Huai grumbled with dissatisfaction, “Stepping on toes is something a child would do!”
“Fine,” Chu Xianning said, and a long, jade-colored whip appeared in her hand.
The next moment, Jiang Huai jumped up from his chair and turned to run. But how could he outrun Chu Xianning’s whip? The next second, Chu Xianning’s whip flew out and tightly wrapped around him, binding him securely to the chair. Chu Xianning crossed her legs from beneath her skirt, her toes slightly pointed, and looked at him indifferently. “The seventh level of the Immaculate Golden Body… shouldn’t kill you, right?”
She seemed to be muttering to herself, but cold sweat dripped from Jiang Huai’s forehead. “I’ll die, I’ll really die, Master.”
Chu Xianning looked at him indifferently and finally retracted the whip binding Jiang Huai.
“Next time you spew nonsense, it won’t be as simple as stepping on you.”
Jiang Huai really wanted to suggest she step on his chest instead; he wouldn’t mind, he could take it. Heh heh, his icy Master, dressed in a skirt, pinning him to the ground, her white and tender feet viciously stepping on his chest while her cheeks flushed red and she called him a bastard, and he could look up at the glimpse of her snow-white thighs under her skirt, heh heh.
Chu Xianning’s brows furrowed slightly.
Why did she always feel like Jiang Huai’s expression was so lewd?
