**60 Wen Fufu**
“No need to teach her those strange things; I just wanted to play a proper game with her.”
“I understand; the little boy has a thin skin and cares about his reputation,” Luo Yueguan chuckled, unable to straighten her waist from laughing. Jiang Huai cast a faint glance her way. “You understand the Bull Demon King.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing, just a verbal tic,” Jiang Huai shook his head. “You should be heading back now, right?”
“I haven’t even warmed my butt in your courtyard, and you’re already trying to chase me away?”
“I just feel that the longer you stay here, the higher the chance my Master will expel me from the sect.”
“Isn’t that just perfect? After she expels you, you can come to my Qingxuan Sect as the Saint Son, and I can play with you and Qingyu in the courtyard every day. That sounds so fun—just think about it!”
“So, you see me as a toy, huh?”
“Otherwise… do you think I should fall in love with you?” Luo Yueguan looked at him playfully, and Jiang Huai thought seriously for a moment before replying, “Not really.”
Luo Yueguan laughed even more joyfully. “I’m not like your Master; I have only two standards for a Dao Companion.”
“What are those?” Jiang Huai asked, intrigued.
“First, he must be stronger than me. I’m at the Eighth Realm, so he should at least be at the Ninth Realm, right?”
“That doesn’t leave many options, which is why you’ve been single for so long. And the second one?”
“He shouldn’t want to sleep with me.” Luo Yueguan blinked at Jiang Huai. “To be my Dao Companion, he must promise never to touch me in this lifetime.”
Jiang Huai was curious for a moment. “Why?”
“Guess.”
He pondered seriously, and suddenly, he understood Luo Yueguan’s mindset.
She despised men because, in her eyes, they only regarded women as playthings—subordinates. Therefore, she hoped for a man with no desire for her body, someone who loved her soul more than her physical form… But that was ultimately a self-imposed trap, a case of putting the cart before the horse.
Luo Yueguan might not understand it, but she had her own stubbornness. Jiang Huai thought for a moment and said, “Then I can only wish you find someone suitable in your lifetime.”
“That’s unnecessary. I’ve been alone for many years, and it’s not so bad.”
Luo Yueguan played with her hair, resting her chin on her hand. “Isn’t your Master mad? Aren’t you going to comfort her?”
“My Master wouldn’t be angry just because she lost a game of chess.”
“You can lie to me, but don’t deceive yourself. Your Master is not the carefree type. Her thoughts are intricate and awkward; often, small matters can bother her for a long time. But she never shows it. I’ve known her for so many years and understand her temperament well. She’s definitely furious right now—not only did her disciple cook food that another woman loves, but he also helped that woman beat her. She might even be cursing you in her room right now.”
Jiang Huai fell silent for a moment. “Well, there’s nothing I can do.”
“That’s right! Clearly, your Master is stubborn and arrogant. Why should you have to keep comforting her?” Luo Yueguan reached out to ruffle Jiang Huai’s hair. “You’re teachable.”
Jiang Huai smacked her hand away in annoyance. “You should head back too.”
“Alas, Auntie Luo treats you so well, yet you don’t appreciate it. You just want to chase her away—such a wolf-hearted, dog-spirited thing.” Luo Yueguan stood up, her eyes feigning a touch of sorrow. She pulled out the Fire Luo from her Storage Ring and placed it on the table. “You take this first. You won’t refuse it this time, right?”
“If Sect Master can help me find the remaining two medicinal materials, that would be great.”
“I’ll gather all the power of Qingxuan Sect to help you find them, but those two are temporarily unavailable. One of them is with Auntie Luo; do you want to take it now?”
Luo Yueguan changed her expression so quickly, going from feigned sorrow to seductive allure. Jiang Huai couldn’t handle it and took a step back. “Enough, just go.”
“Alright, alright. I know you’re eager for me to leave so you can hurry back and teach Qingyu how to serve a little bastard like you. Auntie Luo is leaving now.” Luo Yueguan summoned her Spirit Sword, lightly stepping on it, and in an instant, she transformed into a streak of light, disappearing from Jiang Huai’s sight.
Jiang Huai let out a small sigh of relief.
Was it still too late to go kneel and apologize to his Master?
…………………………
Of course, Jiang Huai didn’t knock on Chu Xianning’s door.
From his understanding of her, if he were to knock at this moment, she would likely not respond or simply say she needed to rest, leaving him with no chance of getting in. His Master never showed her anger and usually sulked in silence.
So, Jiang Huai could only avoid the storm for now. He left the courtyard and walked toward Wen Wanwan’s yard.
Earlier, he had given her a hundred Spirit Stones, having agreed to split the prize if he became the champion.
When Jiang Huai arrived at Wen Wanwan’s courtyard in the evening, he gently knocked on the door. It took a while before it finally opened. Inside, Wen Wanwan was wearing a snow-white bathrobe, and her hair was still slightly damp. Upon seeing Jiang Huai, her eyes lit up for a moment, but she immediately lowered her head. Glancing at the exposed skin at the neckline of her bathrobe, she looked at him reproachfully. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai, why do you always show up when Wanwan is bathing?”
For a moment, Jiang Huai didn’t know how to explain himself. Seeing his awkwardness, Wen Wanwan couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai, take a seat for a bit. I’m helping my sister bathe in the backyard; it won’t take long.”
“Sure.”
Jiang Huai sat down in Wen Wanwan’s courtyard. After some time, both Wen Wanwan and Wen Fufu emerged from the backyard, each clad in snow-white bathrobes. The sheer fabric clung to them, clearly outlining their soft chest and slender waists. Some water stains adorned their robes, and in certain places, the undulating skin beneath was almost visible.
“Can Senior Brother Jiang Huai tell us apart?” Wen Wanwan laughed lightly.
“I can. Wanwan has a tiny mole on her clavicle,” Jiang Huai replied instinctively. The next second, Wen Wanwan paused, lowering her head to finger her collar, exposing the mole. Her cheeks flushed instantly. “I usually don’t notice it; Senior Brother Jiang Huai… you’re quite observant.”
Jiang Huai’s face turned red. “I just have a good memory.”
The two sisters sat down beside Jiang Huai. It wasn’t the first time Jiang Huai met Wen Fufu; he had seen her before when Wen Wanwan came to him to repay her debt and even offered her candy.
Wen Fufu and Wen Wanwan looked almost identical; apart from that mole, Jiang Huai could only tell them apart by their eyes. Wen Wanwan’s had a consistent coldness, while Wen Fufu’s were much softer and carried a hint of shyness.
“Hello, Senior Brother Jiang Huai,” Wen Fufu greeted cautiously, sitting beside Wen Wanwan. Jiang Huai turned his attention to her. “How have you been lately?”
“Still the same, lying in bed all day… Where have you been lately? I haven’t heard my sister mention you came by,” she replied.
“I’ve been a bit busy, just returned from Qingxuan Sect this morning,” Jiang Huai answered gently. “I’ll visit the pharmacy later to check on how they’ve been collecting the medicinal materials. If all goes well, they should be close to complete. After that, I’ll refine the medicine for you as quickly as I can.”
“Thank you, Senior Brother Jiang Huai.”
“Not a big deal,” Jiang Huai shook his head and turned to Wen Wanwan, who was arranging a stack of Spirit Stone tickets on the table. Each one was worth a hundred, totaling fifteen.
“These are all from the Spirit Stones you gave me last time,” she explained.
Jiang Huai took out seven tickets from the stack and pushed them towards Wen Wanwan. Just as she was about to refuse, he put on a serious face. “This was our agreement. If you refuse, wouldn’t that make me a liar?”
“Your talent in cultivation isn’t lacking; what you lack is resources. Work hard so you can better protect your sister in the future.”
“That… isn’t how much I need.”
“You could buy some protective talismans or, at the very least, a few pretty dresses. Always wearing plain white robes, while they look good, is just too simple.”
Wen Wanwan’s cheeks turned slightly red, and after a moment, she murmured quietly, “Wearing robes helps avoid many troubles.”
“Who would dare cause you trouble? Let them come find me,” Jiang Huai winked at her.
Wen Wanwan’s expression was still a bit shy. After a while, she finally mustered up her courage to look into Jiang Huai’s eyes. “Senior Brother Jiang Huai… do you want to see me in pretty dresses?”
Uh-oh.
Jiang Huai suddenly felt this was a trap question.
“Uh….” Jiang Huai’s gaze wavered, but when he noticed Wen Wanwan’s anticipatory expression starting to dim, he quickly answered, “Of course! Who wouldn’t want to see a beautiful fairy in a flowing dress?”
“Then… when you have time, can you accompany me to buy some?”
“Of course! Just pick a time,” he replied. Wen Wanwan then carefully tucked away the Spirit Stone tickets and whispered, “I owe Senior Brother Jiang Huai so much now.”
Jiang Huai was momentarily at a loss for words, but Wen Fufu suddenly laughed from the side, “Then sister can give herself to Senior Brother Jiang Huai!”
“Don’t say such things,” Wen Wanwan scolded, pinching Wen Fufu’s cheek. Wen Fufu looked at her with a hint of grievance, while Wen Wanwan was blushing and flustered, seemingly wanting to find a hole to hide in.
It took a while, but Wen Fufu finally freed herself from Wen Wanwan’s grasp, puffing her cheeks. She turned her gaze back to Jiang Huai, her earlier timidity replaced with a glimmer of cunning in her eyes. “Does Senior Brother Jiang Huai think my sister is pretty?”
“Huh?” Jiang Huai paused, then nodded slightly. “Yes, she’s beautiful. You’re quite lovely too.”
“I heard my sister say that Senior Brother Jiang Huai spent quite a lot of Spirit Stones refining medicine for me. But both my sister and I are so poor now. If we can’t pay it back in the future, should I offer my sister to you?”
Jiang Huai couldn’t help but chuckle, “Are you really selling your sister like that?”
“My sister dotes on me the most; she would definitely agree,” Wen Fufu chimed in innocently. “If Senior Brother Jiang Huai thinks one sister isn’t enough, then how about you take Fufu too?” Her fingers lightly gripped the hem of her skirt, and while she appeared lively, no one could tell how much courage it took to say that.
For your sister’s happiness, be brave, Fufu.
