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When they returned to the inn, Meng Yingxing was carrying the Ting Tian Sword on his back, terrified that is, he was sneaking in like a thief. He was terrified the gaggle of aunties from this morning were still crammed into his tiny room.
He clung to the window frame like a proper roof-walking gentleman, cautiously peeking inside. Only after confirming the coast was clear did he flip into the room.
All the while, Xiu Qingcheng (who knew exactly why he was acting like this) was laughing so hard in his head she could barely breathe.
“I never thought my disciple would become an auntie-slayer! Listen, I have a brilliant plan: just walk up to any one of them and say, ‘Auntie, I don’t wanna work hard anymore~’ Act cute for one minute, and you’ll live in luxury for life! Why cultivate immortality? Why be a hero?!”
Xiu Qingcheng materialized inside the room and waggled her eyebrows at him, repeating the exact same sales pitch she’d just used on Meow-Meow.
Of course, the one who’d have to put on the act (and suffer afterward) would be Meng Yingxing, while the only one enjoying riches and honor would be her, Xiu Qingcheng.
If that actually happened, she would send him her most sincere blessings in the form of a bouquet woven from steel wool.
Endure! Riches! Await!
Meng Yingxing looked at her completely seriously.
“Master, I don’t want to work hard anymore.”
“You little—! That line is supposed to be said to you!”
Xiu Qingcheng smacked him on the head.
Then she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him onto the bed.
“Enough nonsense—strip!”
Meng Yingxing panicked. Master, why do I have to take my clothes off again?!
Although it wasn’t the first time undressing in front of her, this sudden command still caught him off guard.
“Don’t you want me to help refine your demonic power? If you keep dawdling, that power will shatter your spirit veins!”
Seeing him hesitate, Xiu Qingcheng simply straddled him, clamped his waist between her thighs, and yanked his robes open with both hands.
In the past she might have shown some restraint, but now they were so close, and Meng Yingxing always obeyed her, so she no longer held back in the slightest.
Having his clothes ripped open so boldly, Meng Yingxing’s face flushed crimson. He grabbed her hands.
His eyes were wide, nervous, staring up at the woman sitting on his chest.
Xiu Qingcheng’s black-to-crimson hair cascaded in soft clusters. Her gray eyes gleamed. Meng Yingxing’s gaze involuntarily locked onto her thin, glistening lips.
The memory of their mouth-to-mouth “treatment” began looping in his head on repeat.
He swallowed hard; his blush spread all the way to his neck.
“Master! I—I’ll do it myself!”
Xiu Qingcheng didn’t tease him further and rolled off gracefully.
The motion was so big that her opened legs, snow-white feet, and the flash of underwear were all perfectly visible for one heart-stopping instant.
“Disciple?”
When she turned back, Meng Yingxing had already passed out cold on the bed.
“What the—?! This master is completely clueless! How is a sixteen-year-old boy supposed to handle that?! He can’t handle it! What’s he supposed to handle it with?!”
Xiu Qingcheng, utterly oblivious, patted his cheeks, genuinely confused.
Why did her perfectly healthy disciple faint again?
It took a long time before Meng Yingxing finally came around. He obediently removed his clothes and, with Xiu Qingcheng’s help, absorbed the “foreign demonic power” she’d warned him about.
Since the power had always been his own, the refining process went extremely smoothly.
Xiu Qingcheng guided the demonic energy with her own spiritual power, leading it back into his meridians, converting it into pure spiritual power that merged perfectly with his body.
Thanks to the life-and-death battles of the past few days plus this newly refined energy, Meng Yingxing’s cultivation broke through once more, reaching the peak of Ruxing realm.
Now his cultivation level was finally on par with ordinary disciples his age who didn’t have exceptional talent.
Even Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t help clicking her tongue in wonder at his speed.
Carrying that strange constitution yet advancing so quickly, Meng Yingxing was a rare phoenix in the entire Jintian Nine Provinces!
The reason he used to cultivate so slowly was obviously just that he’d been missing one excellent master: her, Xiu Qingcheng!
“Master, I broke through again!”
Meng Yingxing knew she could see it, but he still couldn’t help sharing the good news.
“Not bad, not bad.”
Xiu Qingcheng sat cross-legged beside him, nodding as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“With a master as attentive as me, you’d have to try pretty hard to stay weak.”
“Keep working. You’re close to breaking into the Miaoxing realm. There’ll be a lightning tribulation then, so start preparing now.”
“Yes, Master.”
Meng Yingxing answered steadily, sat in lotus position, and began consolidating his new peak-Ruxing spiritual power.
Xiu Qingcheng couldn’t help sighing at how fast time flew.
When she first met him, he was just a little waste at peak Wangxing. A few months later, he was already on the verge of Miaoxing.
Ah… she really was… way too amazing!
Without her, how could Meng Yingxing have such a bright future?!
Praise be to Xiu Qingcheng!
Xiu-men forever!
The next morning, while Xiu Qingcheng was once again using her soft hand to— ahem —“check her disciple’s body,” there was another knock at the door.
This time the knock was gentle and rhythmic, completely unlike yesterday’s auntie punk-rock drum solo.
Meng Yingxing had learned his lesson; he dressed properly before opening the door.
Yet the moment he did, he froze again.
No aunties this time, but it wasn’t much better.
Standing outside was a whole flock of beautiful young ladies!
Girls of every color and charm, twittering like birds.
Although Xiu Qingcheng had once joked about arranging her disciple’s marriage, seeing so many girls crowding around him now made jealousy flare in her heart.
Damn it! When she was still a man, why didn’t she ever get this treatment?!
Meng Yingxing, you’re walking a dangerous path!
“Young Hero Meng…”
The moment the girls saw him, they lowered their heads shyly, curtsied, and spoke in mosquito-like voices:
“Our mothers told us to come pay our respects today… May we…?”
Before they could finish their chirping, Meng Yingxing mercilessly shut the door.
It wasn’t that he wanted to be rude; he simply couldn’t accept this kind of affection.
He’d thought yesterday’s aunties were joking about marrying off their daughters. Now he knew: auntie promises are more real than pearls!
Cold sweat soaked his back.
Only Xiu Qingcheng, after her brief bout of jealousy, was now gloating shamelessly.
“Disciple~ I did a quick divination, your peach blossoms this month are exploding!”
She even added sound effects: “BOOM!”
“Master, stop gloating. I’m not interested in any of them.”
After being teased by her all night and morning, a tiny rebellious spark ignited in Meng Yingxing’s heart.
“Compared to them… I like you far, far more, Master.”
Xiu Qingcheng’s laughter died instantly.
She couldn’t laugh anymore.
She began seriously considering whether those words were true or just payback.
One drop of cold sweat condensed on the Ting Tian Sword, then a second, then a third.
No one knew why a sword could sweat buckets like that.
“W-Well, disciple, uh… lovely weather today, haha…”
H-Her disciple had learned bad things!
Hearing her flustered attempt to change the subject, Meng Yingxing suddenly felt a lot better.
Maybe… occasionally making Master squirm wasn’t so bad?
Afterward, he reopened the door and politely but firmly sent every girl away.
Just when he thought the trouble was over for the day, a pink blur shot through the window.
The pink figure flicked open a razor-sharp iron fan and pressed it against Meng Yingxing’s chest faster than he could blink.
“So you’re the Meng Yingxing everyone’s been talking about lately?”
“Hmm… peak Ruxing, passable realm… but very handsome. How about becoming my cultivation partner?”
Only then did Meng Yingxing get a clear look at the newcomer.
A mature, bewitchingly beautiful woman in revealing pink robes, her chest practically spilling out, large seductive eyes fixed on him with undisguised greed.
That gaze made his skin crawl, as if he were prey already in her claws.
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