Jiang Huai had three days of rest.
He was already the champion of the Winners’ Group in the Five Regions Grand Competition. Now, he just had to wait for one more person to emerge from the Losers’ Group. If he could defeat that person once more, he would obtain a leaf from the Life Divine Tree.
During these three days, he went to the competition stage every day to watch the matches. Gradually, the rankings became clear. Su Qingyi and Bai Li did not achieve very good rankings, but they did not seem too disappointed. Perhaps it was because they had known Jiang Huai for too long and had been influenced by his laid-back attitude towards winning and losing.
Ji Qingxuan ranked third. Because Ji Huan had already lost to her once, and the Eighth Level of Mahayana Ji Huan was still recovering from his injuries in bed, Ji Qingxuan naturally received a bye. Her final match was against a Rogue Cultivator from the Northern Region named Lin Qing.
Ji Qingxuan did not underestimate her opponent, but she lost.
She did not lose due to Daoist magic or cultivation level. She simply lost to sword techniques. Lin Qing’s sword techniques filled her with a sense of frustration. No matter how she changed her moves or used her lifelong skills, she could not last more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under Lin Qing’s attacks.
Thus, Lin Qing became the opponent Jiang Huai had to face again the day after tomorrow. Jiang Huai had been watching his sword techniques intently from below the stage. Gradually, he sensed something was amiss. Lin Qing’s sword techniques today were even more refined and unpredictable than on that day, making him feel a rare sense of unease.
Losing was not fun. Jiang Huai had never believed that shouting and unleashing one’s inner universe could destroy everything. Therefore, to ensure victory, he sought out Jun Anshui and Ji Qingxuan at night.
Tonight, he refined another small mouthful of Dragon Heart and, relying on the Spiritual Qi accumulated in his body from the previous period, accelerated the refinement process with the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation secret technique. In just one night, his cultivation level advanced from the perfection of the Seventh Level of Body Integration to the perfection of the Ninth Level of Body Integration, just one step away from Mahayana.
It was not just Jun Anshui and Ji Qingxuan who helped him cultivate tonight. During the day for the past two days, in Bai Jin’s courtyard, Bai Jin had casually mentioned his cultivation level, asking if it needed to be further improved to ensure his victory in the Five Regions Grand Competition finals. Knowing Bai Jin completely now, Jiang Huai didn’t even wait for her to say anything more. In front of Bai Li, he picked her up and took her directly to the room, throwing her onto the soft big bed.
“Little Huai is such a bad boy,” Bai Jin said, her eyes particularly playful as she lazily tucked a pillow under her slender waist.
Her waist was exceptionally slender and tender. Jiang Huai particularly enjoyed pinching her slender waist when he teased her, watching her lower abdomen rise and fall. It was so alluring.
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When he woke up the next morning, Ji Qingxuan and Jun Anshui were sound asleep. Last night, Jiang Huai had not held back, going all out. Even the legendary stamina queen Jun Anshui and Ji Qingxuan found their fingers too weak to lift before sleep, becoming incredibly obedient. Jiang Huai carefully climbed out of bed, preparing to go to the kitchen to make them some small desserts. However, as soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he suddenly noticed a woman in a dark ink palace dress sitting lazily by the stone table under the locust tree in the courtyard. The moment he opened the door, her gaze fell upon him.
The instant he saw her, Jiang Huai felt a strange sense of peace.
“Sister has arrived?” Jiang Huai sat down in front of Jiang Zhi. Today, Jiang Zhi wore a dignified and elegant dark ink palace dress, with black high heels under the hem. Her fair and smooth foot soles were exposed. Her eyes gazed calmly at Jiang Huai, as if she was already accustomed to the deliberate flattery he put on.
The next moment, Jiang Zhi raised her leg, placing her slender calf naturally on his lap, waiting for his leg-rubbing service. Jiang Huai did not show the slightest hint of reluctance. He carefully removed her black high heels, exposing her white and tender little feet to the air. It had rained last night, and the air was still slightly humid. Jiang Huai’s fingertips touched her skin, which felt slightly cool.
“Has your cultivation stabilized smoothly?” Jiang Huai asked softly.
“Very smoothly,” Jiang Zhi answered calmly, but her tone did not convey much joy. Whether it was because she was used to it or because she found invincibility lonely, she gazed deeply at Jiang Huai’s profile.
“Then why doesn’t your face seem very happy?”
Jiang Zhi continued to gaze at his profile, but remained silent.
Her innate Sacred Wedding Dress Body’s mission was to offer most of her cultivation to Jiang Huai when he could bear it, enabling him to break through ten realms overnight. No matter how profound her cultivation was now, it was all a prelude to him. What was there to be happy about?
So she said nothing, just narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of Jiang Huai’s fingertips, like a lazy cat. After a while, she retracted her leg and lay back down on the rattan lounge chair.
The sky was still overcast. Jiang Huai saw that she seemed a little sleepy, so he did not disturb her further. He went to the kitchen to make his small desserts and took them to Jun Anshui and Ji Qingxuan’s room. However, the two Dragon Ladies refused to get up. He had no choice but to feed them spoonful by spoonful.
After feeding the two little Dragon Ladies, they went back to sleep. Jiang Huai then walked out of the room and said softly, “This is Ji Qingxuan’s courtyard. Sister, why don’t you rest in my room?”
Jiang Zhi stood up and silently followed Jiang Huai, walking back to the room with him. Then, Jiang Zhi, ignoring everything around her, removed her clothes on the bed. Jiang Huai was slightly stunned at first, but Jiang Zhi did not blush at all. All her clothes were shed, and then she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, seemingly intending to sleep again. Jiang Huai did not disturb her and sat by the side, continuing to study Lin Qing’s Azure Water Green Vine Divine Art.
By the time Jiang Zhi woke up, it was already afternoon. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Jiang Huai, who was diligently cultivating beside her. She said plainly, “I’ve been meditating for so long these past few days, my body has become stiff. Come and give me a massage.”
Jiang Huai hesitated for just a moment before obediently coming to the bedside. Jiang Zhi threw out a porcelain bottle containing high-quality Spirit Flower dew. The bedding had already been pushed aside. She lay there, her snow-white and full breasts undulating slightly with her breathing. Her snow-white legs were pressed tightly together, but when he massaged her legs, they would inevitably have to be separated.
Fortunately, Jiang Huai had already been drained last night.
At this moment, he did not have many strange desires. While diligently massaging Jiang Zhi’s body, he looked at her face. In his memory, Jiang Zhi either had a playful and lazy expression, with a hint of weariness from fulfilled desires, or she was always slightly frowning, appearing a bit unhappy.
This was the latter. Jiang Huai gently asked, “Is there anything that has made Sister unhappy recently?”
“No,” Jiang Zhi replied faintly, not even opening her eyes. It wasn’t until Jiang Huai’s fingertips touched the soft flesh on the inner side of her thigh that her body trembled slightly. At this moment, her snow-white skin was covered in a blush, and under the glow of the flower dew, it shone with an alluring beauty, like a blooming violet. Seeing that she did not seem to want to talk much, Jiang Huai did not disturb her further, diligently massaging her. He only spoke a little more when asking her to turn over.
After about half an hour, the entire body massage was completed. The bedding was re-covered over Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi slowly opened her eyes and looked at him calmly, asking, “Is there anything bothering you recently?”
When she said this, it was as if Jiang Huai could make another wish.
So Jiang Huai recounted everything he had received some time ago about the leader of the Rebirth Church to Jiang Zhi. Jiang Zhi calmly agreed, “I will have the elders of Ziyun Pavilion go and clear them out.”
“Thank you, Elder Sister Jiang Zhi.”
Jiang Zhi responded faintly, seeming to lack the energy to even speak. She stopped opening her eyes and instead looked at the ceiling. Her eyes were beautiful, with pupils like gem-like light purple, but now they seemed slightly vacant, like a dusty gem, having lost their former brilliance.
Jiang Huai sat by the bedside, wanting to speak but hesitating several times.
He wanted to ask Jiang Zhi why she was unhappy, but he knew very well that even if he asked the answer, he probably couldn’t help. It would only serve to remind Jiang Zhi of her troubles again. Jiang Zhi had granted him many wishes, but it seemed he could indeed do nothing.
As he wrestled with his thoughts, Jiang Zhi sensed his hesitation and calmly said, “What do you want to say?”
“I always feel like Sister seems very down, but I don’t know how to care for you?” Jiang Huai murmured softly. Jiang Zhi looked up, her light purple eyes fell on his cheek. After a long while, she softly said, “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me.”
Her eyes looked blankly at the ceiling, and she said faintly, “I just suddenly feel very bored.”
Now her cultivation was Ninth Realm, Eighth Level, Unrivaled in the world. The moment everything was within her grasp, the world would appear different. She had no intention of transmitting this emptiness to Jiang Huai, so she calmly sat up a bit, leaning against the head of the bed. Her quilt also slipped off her body, her snow-white and full breasts trembling. Jiang Huai had just kneaded them meticulously not long ago, filling his fingertips with softness and smoothness.
“Do something that will make me happy?” Jiang Zhi slightly tilted her head up, her eyes suddenly becoming alluring and playful again. Jiang Huai hesitated, but for a moment, he couldn’t think of anything to do.
Seeing his bewildered look, Jiang Zhi suddenly thought of something and beckoned him with her finger, “I see you looking like you’ve overindulged last night, and you don’t look like you can do anything bad. Come, come into my arms.”
Jiang Huai obediently got onto the bed and came to Jiang Zhi’s side. But Jiang Zhi reached out, her slender fingers lightly tapping his forehead.
“I want to see you be a little more brutal to me.”
Her tone carried a sense of self-abandonment, as if she were degrading herself. Jiang Huai looked into her eyes and leaned in, “No.”
“You don’t like it?”
“It’s not that, it just doesn’t feel right… Can I kiss Sister?”
“As you like.” Jiang Zhi tilted her neck high, then lowered her head. Jiang Huai leaned closer to her. Almost instinctively, her body stiffened slightly, a kind of awkwardness she couldn’t explain.
Over the years, she had always kept others at a distance, only gradually coming into contact with Jiang Huai recently.
Gradually, Jiang Zhi became dissatisfied with simple kisses and began to crave and anticipate Jiang Huai kissing her more intensely. Jiang Huai, always adaptable and unfazed by flattery or disgrace, soon had Jiang Zhi completely submissive.
His cheek rested against Jiang Zhi’s smooth, snow-white lower abdomen. Jiang Zhi reached out and gently stroked his head, then suddenly called out softly, “Jiang Huai.”
“Hmm?”
“If it’s you, it doesn’t seem so bad.”
“What?”
“You’ll know in the future.”
“Another riddle person!” Jiang Huai looked up at her discontentedly but was obscured by her full breasts. He resentfully leaned closer and gently poked her with his fingertip.
