I, Chu Feng, am starting to write a diary from today!
Of course, I don’t know how to write the characters used in the cultivation world, but I can just write in simple stick-figure style characters! And I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing it anyway. Even if they do, they won’t be able to understand what I’ve written.
Day One.
When I woke up, Master was gone. Sister Wan’er said she went back to the sect to handle some matters. I let out a sigh of relief. At least I don’t have to be on edge for now. Being stuck between Master and Sister Wan’er… why do I get this strange sense of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict?!
Day Two.
As usual, I went to Aunt Zi for training today. Since Master isn’t here, Sister Wan’er came with me instead. After training, I watched Sister Wan’er and Aunt Zi chatting with bright smiles, looking completely harmonious. Very good, very good. But why do I keep feeling like there’s something slightly terrifying hidden in Sister Wan’er’s smile?
Day Three.
I’m only one step away from reaching Third Rank. But both Aunt Zi and Sister Wan’er told me to slow down and consolidate my foundation. Advancing too quickly would make my base unstable. Come to think of it, that makes sense. In less than two years, I went from having zero cultivation to almost reaching Third Rank. From now on, please call me Chu “Heaven-Defying” Feng!
After finishing his diary, Chu Feng closed the notebook and put it into his storage pouch.
“Little brother, not done writing yet?”
Ji Yuhuang was lying on her side in a silk nightgown. Through the thin fabric, her fair skin was faintly visible, half-hidden and half-revealed, perfectly stirring a restless heart.
However, to the current Chu Feng, this held not the slightest bit of temptation, because…
At the bedside, Chu Feng took out the Qi-Blood Sugar Pills he had gotten from Aunt Zi. With an expression as if marching toward death, he swallowed them in big gulps.
Tonight! I must let Sister Wan’er have a taste of my spear skills and crush her sharp edge. The Dragon Knight….I’m determined to claim that title!
Clang, bang—
After a fierce and brutal battle on the battlefield, the gong was sounded to withdraw the troops.
I’m such a fool. Truly…
Chu Feng stared blankly at the ceiling, helpless tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.
“Little brother, why are you crying? Did big sister hurt you?!”
When Ji Yuhuang saw tears at the corner of her little husband’s eyes, her heart immediately trembled in panic. At the same time, she felt deep regret. These past few days, without Lu Xiyue around as an eyesore, she had indulged a little too much.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would definitely restrain herself!
Chu Feng turned over, burying his face into the warm softness of her chest, and muttered in a muffled voice, “No… Sister Wan’er, I’m just a little tired. Let’s sleep.”
Ji Yuhuang carefully pulled up the thin blanket and softly hummed a lullaby, as if coaxing a child to sleep.
Chu Feng finally understood why, when transporting goods through mountain terrain, people choose mules instead of horses. Because a young horse, in this kind of landscape, really can’t pull a heavy cart.
***
The next day, Chu Feng came to Aunt Zi for training as usual. But this time, a girl in red unexpectedly appeared there.
He subconsciously glanced at Sister Wan’er beside him, who was also dressed in red. However, the two carried completely different charms.
One was filled with youthful vitality, with a hint of fiery boldness.
The other was gentle and caring like an older sister. Unlike the tartness of an unripe fruit, she was like a fully ripened fruit, plump and sweet.
When Zi Yuejun saw Chu Feng, she glared at him angrily. But when she noticed Ji Yuhuang standing behind him, her small mouth fell open in shock. Heavens! Since when did the Yaochi Holy Land have a woman who could rival her mother in beauty?!
“Aunt Zi! Good morning!”
Chu Feng greeted politely.
“Hmph, what do you mean good morning? My mother and I have been waiting here for ages. It’s almost mid-morning already, and you’re only just strolling in. You sure can sleep.”
Zi Yuejun shot Chu Feng a sideways glance, sounding slightly displeased.
“Yuejun, don’t be rude.”
Zi Xiner lightly tapped her adopted daughter on the forehead. The latter immediately looked aggrieved, pouting as she rubbed her head.
Ji Yuhuang glanced at the girl in red with interest.
Just now, the girl had called Zi Xiner “Mother”. Interesting. If she remembered correctly from her previous life, the Holy Master of Yaochi Holy Land had always remained unmarried. So where did this daughter come from?
***
It’s because of this little pervert again. Mother even hit her personally.
At that thought, Zi Yuejun shot Chu Feng a vicious glare.
Noticing her gaze, Chu Feng naturally refused to show weakness and glared right back.
“Little one, try today’s medicinal meal.”
There was a trace of gentleness in Zi Xiner’s eyes.
Ever since he started training with Aunt Zi, especially after his master left, she had prepared medicinal cuisine for him every morning, saying it was to strengthen his physique and replenish his qi and blood.
At first, he had wanted to decline tactfully. He already felt embarrassed enough troubling Aunt Zi to arrange training for him. Adding medicinal meals on top of that….wouldn’t that be too much trouble for her?
But over the past few days, he had come to understand something from Sister Wan’er.
A man should eat more of this kind of thing.
In the past, he used to laugh at people who ordered oysters and chives first at a barbecue. Now, he fully understood and supported it.
After finishing the medicinal meal, Chu Feng felt the “primordial power” within his body begin to surge once more.
“Aunt Zi, I’m done eating. Are we starting training now?”
Chu Feng wiped his mouth and patted his stomach in satisfaction.
“Don’t be in such a hurry, little one. Today, Yuejun will take you to an arena.”
With a casual wave of her hand, Zi Xiner tore open space itself.
“An arena? Aunt Zi, don’t tell me you’re having me fight real opponents?”
These past few days, Chu Feng had been battling paper puppets personally folded by Aunt Zi. Every single time, he was utterly defeated and got beaten so badly that his mentality nearly collapsed.
“What? Scared?”
Zi Yuejun cast him a light glance.
“Scared? Of course I’m scared. I’m afraid someone might see my heroic bearing and fall in love with me on the spot…what would I do then?”
The moment he finished speaking, Chu Feng tilted his head and shot her a sidelong look; full version war-god mode activated.
He, Chu Feng, was a man who had defeated the protagonist!
Watching her little husband step into the spatial rift, Ji Yuhuang’s red lips curved upward.
Her little husband right now was brimming with the bold spirit of youth. In their previous life, when he had grown into a young man, his temperament had been as steady as an old monk in meditation.
The little husband of their past life had his advantages. He never gave his heart easily, and he wasn’t a flirt. A man like that was good.
The only problem was… he wasn’t flirtatious even toward her.
And that was very bad.
In this life, her little husband only needed a bit of teasing from her to turn red-faced and flustered…and adorably so. But there were downsides too. He couldn’t withstand temptation very well and could easily be devoured completely. Compared to their past life, it was a case of gains and losses.
“If I remember correctly, today should be the finals of the outer sect disciples’ tournament. Are you planning to have little brother win that Clear Mind Pill?”
Ji Yuhuang looked at Zi Xiner.
The Clear Mind Pill, once taken, keeps the soul clear and lucid. In the future, when breaking through to a higher realm and facing the inner demon tribulation, it would make things much easier.
“Of course. The little one has the outer sect disciple token I gave him. In this outer sect competition, the strongest among them is no match for him.”
With a flick of her finger, Zi Xiner conjured a massive light mirror before the two women, broadcasting the tournament live.
Over the past few days, she had seen how much the little one had improved under her training.
That was why she deliberately arranged this match. It wouldn’t do for him to spar only with paper puppets. He also needed real combat against living opponents.
When sparring with paper figures, over time you learn their attack patterns. But sparring with real people carries far more unpredictability, which is better preparation for traveling the cultivation world in the future.
After all, the enemies he would face one day wouldn’t be paper puppets….but scheming cultivators, each harboring their own ulterior motives.
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