As the night wind gradually picked up, autumn was drawing near, and the air was beginning to turn cold. If not for the spiritual energy protecting his body, a heavily injured Chu Feng standing in the night breeze would probably have died on the spot back in the past. By the next morning, the whole village would have been notified to prepare the funeral feast.
For a moment, Chu Feng could not help but sigh with emotion. He never expected that after transmigrating into the cultivation world, time would pass so quickly. In less than two short years, it almost felt as though he had grown up in this world from childhood.
Even the memories from before his transmigration had begun to grow blurry.
“You little brat, hey, little brat?!”
“Ah?!”
Liu Shijing’s voice jolted him out of his memories.
“You were spacing out just now. What were you thinking about?”
Chu Feng looked up at Liu Shijing. She was dressed in a green gown, and after eating the barbecue, her crimson lips carried a glossy sheen of oil. At the moment, she was staring at him with concern written all over her face.
“Nothing much. I just remembered a few things.”
A trace of loneliness flashed through his eyes, and Liu Shijing assumed he was thinking about his master.
“Just endure it a little longer. Once the Heaven-Mending Stone gradually fades from people’s attention, you’ll be able to return to your master’s side.”
At the mention of the Moonlight Sword Fairy, Liu Shijing’s heart also grew unsettled. Now that she and the brat had confirmed their relationship, the next time she met the other woman, she would be appearing as her disciple’s wife.
Chu Feng did not answer. He simply took a big bite of meat. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed Saintess Sister leaning closer to him.
“Saintess Sister, if you want more meat, you can just hand me the bowl.”
He thought she wanted another serving and was just about to slice more meat when Liu Xueyao spoke.
“Husband, don’t move.”
The moment her words fell, he saw Saintess Sister’s fair hand reach toward him. Then her fair and delicate fingertip lightly brushed across the corner of his lips. Looking closely, he saw that the originally pale fingertip was now stained with caramel-colored sauce.
“There, all done.”
“Th-Thank you, Saintess Sister.”
Chu Feng froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Saintess Sister to thoughtfully wipe it away for him.
Wait! Shouldn’t this kind of thing be done with a handkerchief? Why was she using her finger?!
The next instant, he understood why she had used her finger.
He watched as Liu Xueyao slightly parted her crimson lips and drew her fingertip into her mouth.
Ah……what the hell?!
Chu Feng was utterly stunned.
Even Liu Shijing was dumbfounded by her niece’s actions, a blush of embarrassment flashing across her cheeks. Honestly, Xueyao really was…
…Even she, as the aunt, felt utterly outmatched after seeing that.
“Husband, there’s no need to thank me.”
Liu Xueyao said it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Thanks to it being the first time the two women had ever eaten honey barbecue and with Chu Feng personally making it, they unknowingly ended up eating even more than Chu Feng himself.
This left Liu Shijing feeling rather embarrassed. Earlier she had been the one saying that eating too much would make them gain weight, yet in the end she had eaten even more than the brat.
Would the brat mind that she ate so much?
Liu Shijing secretly observed Chu Feng’s expression. After noticing that he did not care at all, she quietly let out a sigh of relief.
Wait, no! Why was she so concerned about the image she had in this brat’s heart?!
Being noticed by her was already this brat’s good fortune!
That’s right!
And so, another tsundere battle played out within Liu Shijing’s heart.
After returning to the room once they finished eating, Chu Feng told Liu Shijing about his thoughts.
After hearing him out, Liu Shijing looked somewhat surprised.
“You mean… the cultivation technique of the Myriad Saint Palace is the same as that old ghost?”
“It’s just a feeling. The sensation this strand of true qi is giving me inside my body right now feels exactly the same as when I was seriously injured before.”
Chu Feng did not dare make reckless assumptions. After all, this involved the number one righteous sect. If he accidentally slandered them, wouldn’t crushing a little weakling like him be effortless for them?
Liu Shijing’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. After thinking for a moment, she said, “Don’t mention this to outsiders for now. I’ll report the matter to the Holy Master personally.”
After speaking, she looked toward Xueyao, who was currently tidying the bedding in preparation for sleep, and asked, “What does Xueyao think?”
Liu Xueyao’s answer was much more direct.
“I believe in Husband.”
The books said that a qualified wife should quietly support all of her husband’s decisions from behind the scenes whenever possible.
Recently, she had been reading books such as “How to Be a Good Woman” and “How to Win Your Husband’s Heart”.
She had not found those books herself; they were specially prepared for her by her master, the Holy Master of Yaochi.
Zi Xiner was especially fond of reading. Whether medical texts, cultivation manuals, or miscellaneous books, she read all kinds. Back when she was teaching Chu Feng, she had read quite a few books on raising children as well.
After eating and drinking their fill, the night had grown late, and it was naturally time to wash up and sleep.
However, this time the sleeping arrangement had changed. In the past, Chu Feng always slept on the innermost side, but this time he was placed in the middle, with Liu Shijing and Liu Xueyao lying on either side of him.
The suggestion had been proposed by Liu Xueyao. It had to be said that she was straying farther and farther down the path of pushing her little aunt into her husband’s arms.
Liu Shijing also did not voice any objection, effectively tacitly approving her niece’s actions as she silently removed her outer robe and slipped beneath the thin blanket.
As for Chu Feng’s opinion…
Well, sorry, but whether he had one or not simply did not matter.
He suddenly felt somewhat pathetic. Wasn’t it always said that the man was the head of the household?! So why was it completely different in his case?!
Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!
***
Myriad Saint Palace.
Within a grand hall floating above the clouds, the atmosphere was filled with eerie gloom.
“You’re saying that an unknown rogue cultivator of the third rank killed a Holy Son candidate of my Myriad Saint Palace, is that correct, Kuhai?”
The shadowy figure lightly tapped the armrest of his chair, speaking in an indifferent tone.
Kuhai, standing below, no longer possessed the arrogance he had displayed at the Liu family. At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, his expression full of panic.
“Palace Master, spare my life! I originally intended to kill that brat, but people from Yaochi Holy Land interfered midway.”
After a long silence, the shadow slowly spoke.
“For so many years now, someone actually dares to kill a Holy Son candidate of my Myriad Saint Palace. It seems… if we don’t kill a few people to reestablish our authority, others will truly think my Myriad Saint Palace has no temper.”
The Myriad Saint Palace could be said to command influence over both the righteous and demonic factions alike. Once its name was spoken, even murderous demonic cultivators would have to think twice.
The shadow waved a hand, signaling for Venerable Kuhai to withdraw.
How could Kuhai dare say anything further? He immediately fled as fast as he could.
Then, from behind the shadowed screen, a young man walked out. Floating beside him was a phantom-like soul.
“You brat, didn’t I tell you before? We should avoid meeting as much as possible from now on. If others were to see us, what would they say about my Myriad Saint Palace? In recent years, quite a few forces have become dissatisfied with our title as the number one righteous sect.”
Hearing this, Nether Ghost smiled.
“Elder Brother, rest assured. I made sure no one saw me on the way here.”
The shadow’s gaze shifted toward Lin Ruo.
“So this is the direct disciple you accepted?”
Lin Ruo’s entire body trembled with excitement. This was the Palace Master of the Myriad Saint Palace himself!
“This junior Lin Ruo greets the Palace Master!”
Nether Ghost nodded in satisfaction.
“Yes, Elder Brother. What do you think?”
“His talent and cultivation are both quite good. It just so happens that there is currently an opening for a candidate Holy Son. If you had come a little earlier, perhaps I would have given the position to your disciple, brat.”
“Oh? There’s someone with even greater talent than my disciple?”
“Come out.”
As the shadow spoke, another young man stepped forward.
Unlike Lin Ruo, whose brows were filled with arrogance, this young man’s eyes carried the weariness of countless years.
The shadow said calmly, “Whichever of you two can bring me the head of the person who killed my Myriad Saint Palace’s candidate Holy Son this time will become the new candidate Holy Son.”
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