Chapter 44: The Daoist Sect’s Junior Uncle
“【《Sword Refining Art》experience +50.”】
“【《Sword Refining Art》experience +50.”】
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Every so often, Chu Huaixu would gain experience points due to the combined effects of the water blades and the body-tempering medicinal liquid.
However, his mind wasn’t entirely focused on that.
—He was somewhat distracted.
Han Shuangjiang was completely drenched.
Her outer robe, inner robe, and even her undergarments were all clinging tightly to her fair skin.
Once her undergarments were wet, they had even slipped into the crevice of her buttocks.
Coupled with the relentless water blades, which were skillfully wielded, they cut precisely.
The tattered clothes, under the onslaught of the water flow, would occasionally reveal patches of skin.
Chu Huaixu could tell that her skin was of the cold white variety.
When touched by water, it would appear even fairer.
The only imperfection was that the water in the pool was a faint greenish-black. Although not a deep color, it wasn’t clear either.
This obscured vision, and the submerged parts of her body took on a hazy quality.
Yet, the more hazy it was, the more it amplified minor touches, leading to impure thoughts.
To be honest, during this period, Chu Huaixu hadn’t had many thoughts of a romantic or sexual nature towards the beautiful woman before him.
He had only just transmigrated, and he still felt a vague sense of detachment from the entire Profound Yellow Realm.
He sometimes even treated it like a game, rather than a real world.
Moreover, due to his profession, he had a slight aversion to women, which further diminished any such thoughts.
However, skin-to-skin contact truly produced an inexplicable effect.
It was like how some people might grow up with a beautiful woman, and because they grew up together, they treated her as a buddy.
But once they accidentally had some unusual physical contact, their friendship might very well turn sour!
You might start thinking: ‘Why didn’t I notice her figure was so good before?’
‘Why didn’t I think her skin was so fair before?’
‘Why wasn’t her lip shape so attractive before?’
—Physiology possesses its own terrifying power!
Perhaps for this reason, many people liked to mention a term—physiologically attracted.
And the reason why Chu Huaixu hadn’t felt embarrassed earlier and directly told her not to move was purely because men and women are different; he couldn’t conceal certain bodily reactions.
Han Shuangjiang was soaking in the water. Even if this woman from a wealthy family were to somehow react, it wouldn’t matter.
But Chu Huaixu was different. Because they were pressed against each other, it was easy for him to get aroused.
If he were truly stimulated to that point and she noticed, that would be true social death!
Therefore, he chose to speak up and remind her. If you don’t listen, it’s your fault.
After all, his main strategy was to avoid trouble.
The ambiguous atmosphere continued to ferment, to the point where they both almost forgot they were undergoing a trial by their elders.
This was because Han Shuangjiang could now dodge most of the water blades, while Chu Huaixu simply wasn’t afraid of pain.
Moreover, his wound recovery speed seemed to be faster than hers, which was also a bit strange.
Even stranger was that despite the medicinal fragrance being so strong, he felt he could smell her personal scent.
Often, it was precisely the handsome men and beautiful women who were most afraid of the atmosphere reaching a certain point!
Chu Huaixu observed her with his peripheral vision. At this moment, he felt that Han Shuangjiang perfectly fit the description of being attractive and well-proportioned.
And she wasn’t the delicate beauty of a small family; hers was a more grand and stately kind of beauty.
Her face was no longer so cold, giving her a touch of radiance.
If one looked down, they would see that she was quite well-endowed. The two bulging curves were half submerged in the water and half exposed, perfectly revealing the cleavage.
Time trickled by, and the number of water blades increased periodically.
After much hesitation, Han Shuangjiang broke the silence first: “Are you sure that if we just endure the time, this round of trials will end?”
“I’m sure,” Chu Huaixu said in a deep voice.
For some reason, his voice seemed a bit rougher than usual.
“Oh,” she replied, and then tried her best to pull her voluptuous buttocks further inward.
At this moment, both of their hands were gripping the protrusions on the underwater stone wall.
Han Shuangjiang wasn’t sure why Chu Huaixu was so convinced that this round of trials was about enduring time.
But she still chose to believe him.
Unbeknownst to her, in Chu Huaixu’s eyes, the senior who designed this trial was truly wicked.
A person’s pain threshold wouldn’t normally be as exaggerated as his.
When faced with “torture by water blades,” if they couldn’t find a solution after struggling, they would definitely choose to swim back to shore first.
After all, one could think on land; there was no reason why being cut by blades in the water would lead to clearer thoughts.
In this way, when you re-enter the water, bam! The countdown restarts!
If you don’t endure for half an hour, you’ll never find the solution!
“Old pervert, do you enjoy tormenting people this much?” Chu Huaixu couldn’t understand the person’s intentions.
At this moment, Han Shuangjiang, her cheeks slightly flushed, glanced at Chu Huaixu’s arms surrounding her.
His sleeves were already in tatters from the water blades.
“Doesn’t he feel any pain at all?” she wondered.
After hesitating for a while longer, Han Shuangjiang spoke again: “Are you really okay?”
For some reason, Chu Huaixu replied rather coyly, “I’m fine, I can endure it.”
“Oh,” Han Shuangjiang said again.
But in her heart, she thought: Since he’s enduring, he must be suffering greatly, right?
However, for her, the prolonged silence between them at this moment made her feel even more uncomfortable.
There was also the possibility that someone else might enter.
Liu Chengqi’s group was still trapped outside.
But no one could be sure that someone wouldn’t suddenly barge in.
At that time, this rather sensual scene underwater would be witnessed by outsiders.
This was something she absolutely could not accept.
Therefore, Han Shuangjiang was very nervous at this moment.
Anyone who knows understands that with matters between men and women, the greater the danger, the more sensitive and stimulating it becomes.
This strange feeling made her somewhat flustered, and her body grew warmer.
“How much longer?” Han Shuangjiang asked again, making small talk.
“About the time it takes for one incense stick to burn,” Chu Huaixu replied.
“How do you know?”
“Don’t ask. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”
“How do you know I wouldn’t understand if you don’t tell me?” she twisted her head and asked with a frown.
As a result of her movement, affected by buoyancy, she couldn’t control herself and brushed against Chu Huaixu again.
This startled Chu Huaixu, who quickly wriggled his backside back and mentally warned his lower half to behave.
Damn it, I’m here to gain opportunities, not to have my crotch begging for alms!
Realizing she had made another mistake, Han Shuangjiang quickly turned her head back, her body stiffening slightly, and her voluptuous buttocks becoming even more sensitive.
The two fell into silence again; they could barely exchange a few words.
Chu Huaixu understood her repeated attempts to make conversation. As a seasoned companion, how could he not know she wanted to alleviate the awkwardness and distract herself by chatting?
If it remained silent, the physical reactions would become more detailed!
He did have a topic he’d been wanting to discuss with her but hadn’t found a suitable opportunity.
Perhaps now was the time to “take advantage of the situation”?
“I have a question I’ve been wanting to ask you,” he suddenly said.
Han Shuangjiang seemed to awaken from a dream: “Ah, ask away.”
“Where did you meet that storyteller?” Chu Huaixu unexpectedly joined the Daoist Sect and needed more information.
“In Willow County,” she replied without hiding anything.
“What impression did you have of him?” he continued to probe for angles.
“I can’t really say. He seemed like a master who was just playing in the mortal world,” Han Shuangjiang answered.
“Why do you think so?” he asked again.
Han Shuangjiang, who was already eager to chat, naturally told him everything she knew.
“I just felt he was a bit unreliable, because it seemed like he couldn’t resist checking his reflection whenever he saw a reflective surface,” she answered rather vaguely.
Chu Huaixu understood; in essence, he was incredibly vain.
It was like when he was in school, some guys who paid a lot of attention to their appearance loved to fuss with their hair in the restroom, and some would even buy a small mirror and keep it in their desks.
But he had no desire to laugh now.
The reason was simple: he had already guessed who this person was.
“Not only could he have Li Chunsong personally come down the mountain to pick someone up, but he also enjoyed playing in the mortal world, and was this vain…”
“Most importantly, he was extremely vain!”
“This storyteller is very likely the Junior Uncle of Li Chunsong and the others!”
A former cultivator of the Ninth Realm, a figure standing at the apex of the mortal world!
After arriving at the Daoist Sect, Chu Huaixu had a strong sense of insecurity.
After all, he knew full well that Li Chunsong, that incorrigible gambler, had made a mistake.
By chance, he had brought him up the mountain, causing him and Xu Ziqing to swap scripts.
Paper couldn’t keep fire contained; all of this would be discovered sooner or later.
Although Chu Huaixu had already laid the groundwork and emphasized that he had never met any storyteller,
These were all just minor tricks.
In the face of truly powerful cultivators, all cleverness was in vain.
However, what if, by chance, you picked up a pearl covered in dust?
What if, after polishing it, it could truly be as the poem said, “Now the dust is gone and light shines forth, illuminating the mountains and rivers in myriad forms”?
The damned gambler would only feel he had struck gold, had found a treasure.
Well, since this little genius was here, right?
Let him stay at our Daoist Sect then!
Therefore, Chu Huaixu had always felt a sense of urgency in cultivation and a sense of crisis.
Upon learning that the storyteller was that legendary figure, Chu Huaixu’s alarm bells immediately sounded.
The reason was simple: this Daoist Sect Junior Uncle had a heavy killing intent and was decisive in his actions.
—This person achieved enlightenment through slaughter.
When he was very young, he was already a great cultivator.
The most famous label associated with Junior Uncle was [Jiazi Demon Queller].
It didn’t mean that in a certain Jiazi year, Junior Uncle went down the mountain to vanquish demons and monsters.
Rather, he had killed for an entire Jiazi period below the mountain.
—He killed for a full sixty years.
Just the thought of it sent a shiver down Chu Huaixu’s spine.
Han Shuangjiang frowned, her body stiffened, her jade legs squeezed together, and her plump buttocks clamped down, suspecting it was a hallucination:
“Did he just shiver just now?”
