Chapter Four Hundred Eighty-Eight: The Training Speed of a Prodigy
The next morning, Young Master Sang was still up early for work.
Yu Xia got up a bit later, and while she was in front of the vanity doing her makeup, she suddenly heard a low, cat-like moan coming from the disheveled bed behind her.
“Hmm…”
“So tired.” Si Jingzhu’s voice was drowsy, like a sleepy little animal.
“It’s only normal that the young lady is not used to this after receiving the lord’s favor.”
Yu Xia chuckled lightly as she put on a hairpin. “I slept for half a day after experiencing love for the first time, too.”
“…I wasn’t asking about your feelings.”
Si Jingzhu was hugging a pillow, exposing half of her still dreamy face as she secretly stared at Yu Xia.
At that moment, Si Jingzhu began to understand one thing.
Why every woman of Young Master Sang had such a firm belief that “once you’ve experienced Young Master Sang, you’ll definitely become addicted.”
Addicted, indeed.
Fortunately, it wasn’t in vain after all the trouble.
Finally, she experienced it once.
“But—”
Just after changing clothes and preparing to do housework, Yu Xia was suddenly pulled back by Si Jingzhu.
“Last night, did Sang spend more time with you than with me?” She stared at Yu Xia, her gaze full of suspicion.
“Uh? Well…” Yu Xia got a bit nervous and whispered, “Maybe, maybe it’s because the lord is tender-hearted since it was your first time, so—”
“Cut it out, I don’t believe that.”
Si Jingzhu pouted. “You don’t need to explain; I already know. It’s definitely because your eye-catching pair of assets attracted all his attention.”
Yu Xia was at a loss, and suddenly, with a gasp, Si Jingzhu had yanked her arm and pushed her onto the bed.
“I’m so mad.”
Burying her head deeply in Yu Xia’s chest, Si Jingzhu grumbled angrily, “What did you eat while growing up? How can you be this big?”
Yu Xia awkwardly scratched her face. “I… just grew big naturally.”
Si Jingzhu: “?”
“Such a pain!”
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After lunch, Yan Rouwan stretched lazily in her office, preparing to head home.
As soon as she entered her home, she heard a confident and light tune humming through the air.
“Si Shimei?”
Yan Rouwan looked at Si Jingzhu playing with a cat in the garden, her joy almost written all over her face, and was a bit surprised:
“Why are you in such a good mood today? Willing to come out and play?”
“What?” Si Jingzhu feigned surprise. “How did you know Sang finally wanted me last night?”
Yan Rouwan: “…”
“Ah, it’s not like I put in that much effort.”
Si Jingzhu lightly jumped beside Yan Rouwan, covering her mouth with a giggle. “I can’t help it; that guy Sang is just so proud. He clearly has liked me for ages but insisted on keeping it in.”
“Sigh, but with how fervent his love for me is, how can he suppress it so easily? In the end, isn’t it still because he couldn’t resist my charming body and willingly let me toy with him?”
“Sorry, but now I can brag in front of Senior Sister Yan.”
Seeing her smugly showing off, Yan Rouwan couldn’t help but chuckle helplessly:
“Congratulations. Si Shimei finally got what she wanted.”
Seeing Yan Rouwan’s calm demeanor, Si Jingzhu couldn’t help but pout and silently crouch down to continue playing with the cat.
“Tch… Your reaction is so bland; there’s no joy in bragging at all.” She mumbled quietly.
“But Senior Sister Yan has been busy lately, right? You’ve been going out early and coming back late these days.”
“Can’t help it; the work for the Demon Cultivators is piling up.” Yan Rouwan gently picked up Jiao Jiao in her arms and said softly, “Plus, I’ve spent quite some time on cultivation recently; I’ve unconsciously been at home less.”
Upon hearing the word ‘cultivation,’ Si Jingzhu slightly raised her head to look at her.
But that single look suddenly made her heart skip a beat.
“Wait… your aura feels a bit off?”
She pointed at Yan Rouwan, her eyes wide and stuttering slightly. “What, what cultivation level are you at now?”
“Crossing Tribulation Nine Layers.”
“…No way?!”
Si Jingzhu jumped up, startling Xiao Hei, who promptly bolted.
“Crossing… Crossing Tribulation Nine Layers!? Isn’t that the peak of Crossing Tribulation?”
“Don’t joke with me! I don’t even know when you advanced to Crossing Tribulation, and you just leapfrogged to Nine Layers?”
“Well…” Yan Rouwan scratched her face a bit embarrassedly. “I actually don’t know either; maybe I’ve been in a better mindset lately, and I didn’t really run into any bottlenecks during cultivation.”
“And since the Sang family has Young Master Sang, the spiritual energy is rich and abundant, so my cultivation just inexplicably rose.”
Inexplicably rose… Si Jingzhu was momentarily speechless.
That sounded a bit fishy.
“Is that real…?” Si Jingzhu suspiciously circled around Yan Rouwan, examining her like a weirdo. “Did you cheat? I won’t be surprised if I see you advancing to the Great Ascension realm in a few days!”
“Uh… I don’t think so. The Great Ascension realm should be harder to reach.”
“Should be?” Si Jingzhu exaggeratedly opened her mouth wide.
But Yan Rouwan could only explain with “should be.”
She had never advanced to the Great Ascension realm herself; although this step had stumped countless cultivators throughout history, she had hardly felt any bottleneck during her cultivation journey so far.
She didn’t even know if she would get stuck later.
But she had a feeling that… even for the Great Ascension realm, perhaps it would come naturally.
“A monster. Definitely a monster.”
Si Jingzhu gasped and shook her head repeatedly, retreating. “I can’t take it. Why is everyone around me so freakishly strong?”
Her current mood resembled that of a girl excited to tell her best friend about her new relationship, only to find out her friend got into a prestigious university.
If she says she’s happy, she is happy. But if she says she’s not, she does feel a bit sour, and the joy of potentially being with Young Master Sang is diluted a lot.
“I’m done for. Now I’ve truly become the weakest in the Sang family.” A look of despair flashed across her face.
“But you’re the Original Immortal. Even if your cultivation isn’t high, that’s okay.”
Yan Rouwan patiently comforted her. “Cultivation doesn’t have to be everything in life. Just do what makes you happy.”
“But I’m still so concerned.” Si Jingzhu said gloomily, “Your speed of cultivation is so bizarre; isn’t it a bit too strange?”
Yan Rouwan blinked without speaking.
Actually, she felt a bit strange herself.
Ever since she had that peculiar dream about the Original Immortal Feather, her cultivation speed had been exaggeratedly fast.
And she still hadn’t found the chance to give that feather to Young Master Sang.
Young Master Sang hadn’t fulfilled his promise to chat with her about life in the Heavenly Punishment Department either.
It felt like they were both busy with their own things, neglecting everything else.
Even this carefully prepared gift had been repeatedly shelved.
…If there truly isn’t a suitable opportunity.
Then let’s wait until Little Ying’s child is born, and I’ll give it to him as a gift. Yan Rouwan thought to herself.
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