Jiang Huai’s cooking was excellent.
Although his culinary skills were not as good as Ning Yuzhu’s in certain aspects, he possessed secret recipes that were entirely different from hers. Initially, when Fang Moye and Ning Yuzhu were on White Dew Mountain, Ning Yuzhu always cooked. Even the most delicious dishes could become tiresome after centuries. Now, eating the food prepared by Jiang Huai brought a novel taste.
After finishing her meal, she voluntarily cleared the bowls and chopsticks and took them to the kitchen. After cleaning them with spiritual energy, she put them back in the cabinet. Returning to the courtyard, she looked at Jiang Huai and asked, “What about today’s mission?”
“Although food and drink lead to lust,” Jiang Huai said, shaking his head helplessly, “it hasn’t been triggered.”
Fang Moye was gradually getting the hang of things. There was still more than a month before the Will of Destruction descended. If she could trigger some simple missions every day, she figured it would be enough time. She was no longer as anxious and didn’t ask further. Jiang Huai then stood up and said, “I’ll go fishing for a while. Senior Master can sleep first.”
Fang Moye nodded gently and did not follow.
Midnight.
Jiang Huai returned empty-handed. When he entered the room, Fang Moye was already curled up in the quilt. Despite Jiang Huai’s careful movements, she slowly opened her eyes, as if she hadn’t been asleep.
Jiang Huai then took off his outer clothes and carefully got into the quilt. Fang Moye slowly turned towards him and said, “You still have a mission to complete. Do you remember?”
Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, then glanced at his system’s to-do list. Indeed, there was one more, triggered the other night: to kiss Fang Moye until her eyes were moist, with a reward of five Divine Emperor Pearl Shards.
It seemed that completing missions daily had become a sort of obsessive habit for Fang Moye, like clocking in. If she didn’t gain anything today, she wouldn’t sleep soundly. Jiang Huai hesitated for a moment, then his body slipped into the quilt.
She was still wearing her bellyband. So Jiang Huai asked, “Does Senior Master want to take it off herself, or should I?”
“You do it.”
Jiang Huai then gently pulled apart the troublesome bellyband in front of her. It was very dark inside the quilt. He slowly fumbled his way closer. Fang Moye instinctively bent her legs slightly, her toes curling and her slender waist tensing, as if undergoing punishment.
Gradually, her body exuded a pleasant scent. Fortunately, Jiang Huai had anticipated this and held his breath beforehand.
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Jiang Huai was afraid to move at this moment.
Because one of Fang Moye’s snow-white, slender legs was draped over his waist, tightly entwined around him like a white python. Even though Jiang Huai tried several times to grasp her thigh and move her leg away, she would snuggle closer again.
His mission was completed. Fang Moye lowered her head slightly, her voice still mixed with a hint of crying and panting, “What about you?”
“Me…”
“I’m going out for a walk.” Jiang Huai directly lifted the quilt. The room was still dark. He felt it would be nice to get some fresh air outside. But as he sat up, a pair of white and tender little feet hooked around his waist.
“Sit in my arms,” her voice was cold.
Jiang Huai ignored her. He reached out and grabbed her ankle, trying to move her small foot away. The next moment, her voice softened again, “Sit in my arms.”
Jiang Huai stopped struggling. Fang Moye had already sat down on the bed, and Jiang Huai could only obediently enter her embrace, leaning his back against her body. She spread her legs, her snow-white, slender thighs gripping his waist, pushing his body further back. Jiang Huai’s back of the head rested on something soft. He raised his head and looked into Fang Moye’s eyes.
“Senior Master, there’s no need to go to such extremes…”
Just as he was about to argue with Fang Moye again, she suddenly lowered her head and kissed his lips, leaving him speechless.
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When Fang Moye woke up the next morning, Jiang Huai was no longer by her side.
She slowly sat up, her body still feeling inexplicably soft and weak. Everything that happened last night seemed particularly absurd. For some reason, the two of them had crossed the line. In their confusion, the compromise they reached was for her to turn her back to Jiang Huai, tightly clench her legs, and use the wetness between her thighs to hold him firmly, letting him rub as he pleased. This resulted in her buttocks being covered in filth. She was already somewhat of a neat freak, but Jiang Huai held her waist, preventing her from getting up to bathe. He simply panted softly against her back, saying he wanted to sleep.
So she gradually fell asleep. It wasn’t until she woke up now, feeling the sticky discomfort on her body, that she frantically grabbed a dress and put it on, heading to the bathhouse. Jiang Huai was already cooking in the kitchen.
When she emerged from the bathhouse, she was wearing a gorgeous, light purple dress. Her cheeks were already pure, but her eyes held a seductive allure. The light purple color was elegant and noble. Furthermore, she was wearing a pair of thin-heeled lace-up high heels, which further accentuated her tall and graceful figure.
During breakfast, Fang Moye scooped some porridge with a spoon. After drinking it, she put down the spoon and said slowly, “I’ve figured it out.”
“What has Senior Master figured out?” Jiang Huai appeared calm and peaceful at this moment, neither anxious nor annoyed. He only asked softly.
“I’ve figured out… why I was so easily drawn into lust by you and became lost in my emotions.”
“Why?”
“Because of obsession.”
“Obsession?”
“A thousand years ago, the Divine Emperor ordered me to serve you from then on. For these thousand years, I’ve been trying to avoid this. But the more I tried to escape, the more I thought of you, who never appeared. Now that you’ve truly appeared before me, I’ve started to feel uneasy, my Dao heart unstable. So much so that last night you wanted to linger… I didn’t even refuse…”
It made sense.
Jiang Zhi was like this, Ning Yuzhu was like this, and she was like this too. It was just that their inner thoughts were different. Yet, during this thousand years, Jiang Huai, whom they had never met, had become a special existence in their hearts because they constantly thought about him.
“Now that you’ve figured it out, what should be done?” Jiang Huai continued to ask softly.
But Fang Moye seemed to lower her eyes in frustration. “What else can be done? Once those missions are completed, I’ll send you back to White Dew Mountain quickly. The less entangled we are, the more stable my Dao heart will gradually become.”
“Makes sense.” Jiang Huai nodded. He tasted a soup dumpling he steamed himself, but he couldn’t help but wonder if this was a case of using someone and then discarding them.
With that thought, he suddenly didn’t know what to say. He said nothing more, simply lowered his head and ate his breakfast in silence. After breakfast, he began practicing his Heaven Mending Divine Art in the courtyard, with Fang Moye guiding him.
The sunlight was perfect today, casting its light on Fang Moye’s body. She was as beautiful as an immortal from a painting, hazy and dazzling. Her cheeks truly possessed a sacred aura, yet at night, once aroused, she became so alluring.
He cultivated the Heaven Mending Divine Art all day. At night, he made dinner. Today, he had triggered a mission once, which was simply to gently hold Fang Moye in his arms and bask in the sun together, with a reward of one Divine Emperor Pearl Shard.
Of course, Fang Moye had no reason to refuse such a simple mission. So, in the evening, she sat obediently in his embrace, allowing him to hold her waist. His embrace was warmer than she had imagined. Smelling the faint scent of him, she felt a slight daze, as if she were in a dream.
Fang Moye went to bathe, while Jiang Huai sat in the courtyard. Suddenly, a knocking sound echoed from outside the door.
Jiang Huai was stunned.
Fortunately, in an instant, he heard a calm voice from outside the door say, “It’s me.”
Jiang Huai immediately jumped up from the bamboo chair and went to the door. The door opened, revealing Ning Yuzhu in a black and white lace-trimmed long dress. Ning Yuzhu’s eyes were still as calm as ever, as if she had no interest in anything in the world. Jiang Huai’s eyes, however, lit up. “Why have you come, Senior Disciple Sister?”
“Jiang Zhi is in seclusion for cultivation, and White Dew Mountain is too boring. So I came here to find you. It’s also on Master’s orders to see how you’re doing,” Ning Yuzhu replied slowly. Jiang Huai, however, strode directly in front of Ning Yuzhu. “Can I have a hug, Senior Disciple Sister?”
Ning Yuzhu’s reply was still as calm as ever, “As you wish.”
Jiang Huai then immediately embraced her slender body. He hugged her a little too tightly, and Ning Yuzhu seemed unaccustomed to it, stiff as a wooden puppet. After a while, Jiang Huai finally let go.
In an instant, his ears were filled with constant “ding ding ding” sounds. Jiang Huai looked closely and saw that many, many missions related to Ning Yuzhu had appeared at this moment. And the rewards for the missions… were all Divine Emperor Pearl Shards.
In an instant, he was almost jumping with excitement.
“Senior Disciple Sister,” Jiang Huai said, his expression solemn, looking at her.
“What?” Ning Yuzhu raised her eyes slightly.
“To save everything in the Corrupted Domain, I need your help, Senior Disciple Sister.”
“Do what?” Ning Yuzhu asked, confused.
Jiang Huai took her hand and led her into the courtyard. He first sat obediently on a chair, then looked at Ning Yuzhu in front of him. “Please sit on me and kiss me, Senior Disciple Sister.”
Ning Yuzhu’s expression did not change too quickly. A hint of faint disgust appeared. She replied, “I thought you would have a little more restraint in Senior Disciple Sister’s courtyard, but I didn’t expect you to be like this.”
“If Senior Disciple Sister is unwilling, you can refuse.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Ning Yuzhu replied calmly as ever. She then slightly lifted her skirt hem. She was wearing white silk stockings underneath. At this moment, she naturally straddled him and slowly leaned closer, looking into his eyes. “How long do you want to kiss?”
“Hmm, ten breaths?”
“Ten breaths is too short,” Ning Yuzhu said plainly.
“Then sixty breaths?”
A faint smile seemed to curl at the corners of Ning Yuzhu’s lips. She lowered her head slightly, her delicate pink lips moving. “Three hundred breaths.”
Jiang Huai immediately wrapped his arms around Ning Yuzhu’s slender waist and kissed her petal-like clean lips. Her lips were sweet and soft, her delicate pink tongue slippery and warm. Jiang Huai could hear his heart beating thump-thump-thump.
After a while, Ning Yuzhu did not separate. Instead, after becoming more familiar with it, she began to greedily tease Jiang Huai. Jiang Huai stroked her soft hair. He unintentionally moved his gaze and suddenly noticed Fang Moye standing under the tree at some unknown time, her expression complex.
