Chapter 45: Is Chu Huaixu a Bit Misogynistic?
When it came to the word “Demon Queller,” Chu Huaixu’s first thought was Emperor Zhenwu.
Emperor Zhenwu, also known as Heavenly Venerable of Demon Quelling, Patriarch with Disheveled Hair, and other titles, was a renowned deity in Daoism.
Wudang Mountain was his dojo.
Under normal circumstances, someone who descended the mountain to slay demons and vanquish monsters was not worthy of the title “Demon Queller.”
This Junior Uncle of the Daoist Sect, who had achieved the realm of a great cultivator at the age of nineteen, made his first act after entering the Fifth Realm to descend the mountain and start killing!
He was a peerless killer who cultivated through slaughter!
For Chu Huaixu, the good news was that Jiazi Demon Queller had not yet completed a full Jiazi cycle; it had only been 43 years.
Slaying for a full Jiazi cycle was a goal he had set for himself.
The bad news was that everyone had their own definition of what constituted a demon.
This Junior Uncle undoubtedly had his own criteria.
In the past forty-odd years, he had even severed entire lineages of some unorthodox inheritances through his killing.
Faced with a person like that, Chu Huaixu dared not take any chances.
Therefore, his sense of urgency to level up began to intensify.
He didn’t know when this Junior Uncle would return to the Daoist Sect.
But before his return, he had to at least reach the First Realm, and strive to ascend that mountain.
The mountain where that sword was located!
A mountain filled with treasures.
With this thought, Chu Huaixu’s desire for more experience points grew even stronger.
Thus, he protected Han Shuangjiang even more intently, ensuring she wouldn’t be hit by any water blades.
—Please let me continue to enjoy the experience alone.
At that moment, Chu Huaixu was unaware that his involuntary shiver had caused Han Shuangjiang, a theoretical scholar, to start overthinking.
This was why they said theoretical scholars were inferior. If it were a practical scholar who had already been intimate, they would surely know that a shiver doesn’t just happen once.
“You, why are you trembling?” Han Shuangjiang’s face was flushed, tinged with a hint of shyness and indignation, and she couldn’t help but speak.
“Ah? Was I trembling just now?” Chu Huaixu truly hadn’t realized it.
Hearing the surprise in his voice, the great ice block fell into awkwardness again, realizing she had been overthinking.
Her body wasn’t dirty; it was her heart.
She even felt a bit self-reproachful.
“He’s blocking all the water blades for me, and the water blades are still increasing. It’s normal to tremble from the pain. How could I… how could I think in that direction!”
It had to be said that the foundational education from Hongxiu Zhao and the Joyous Sect had been deeply ingrained in her soul.
This made her feel a familiar sense of self-loathing, as it often did.
Even when she first met Chu Huaixu and inexplicably called him an Alchemy Furnace, after she realized it, she felt a deep disgust for herself.
The man pressed against her back saw her slightly lower her head, her expression dejected.
Having completed his questioning, he spoke again, “More than half the time has passed, and the water blades don’t seem to be increasing anymore; they’ve stabilized at this number.”
“That’s good,” Han Shuangjiang said softly.
After that, she asked the question again, “Can you truly endure it? Don’t force yourself.”
Chu Huaixu’s reply remained “green tea”: “It’s okay, I can still bear it.”
He could tell that Han Shuangjiang did not understand his pain threshold.
Or perhaps she overheard my cries of pain while practicing in the next room? So she didn’t expect that I had already ‘sublimated’ during this process?
Finally, like their previous conversations, the great ice block simply said, “Oh.”
Chu Huaixu was speechless. He lowered his head to look at her and said irritably, “Oh oh oh, is ‘oh’ all you can say?”
Han Shuangjiang remained silent.
As the conversation came to an abrupt halt again, the chain reaction was that their focus returned entirely to their bodies.
— *Is Chu Huaixu a Bit Misogynistic*.
He suddenly felt his knee bump against her calf.
Her jade-like legs were slender, and her leg muscles were well-proportioned and elastic.
For someone with wide hips, their thighs could never be as thin as bamboo sticks.
If they were, their legs would spread apart and wouldn’t be able to close. In the past, on Earth, during school days, she would have been gossiped about behind her back with all sorts of vulgar slander.
Han Shuangjiang had incredibly alluring hip and thigh curves, so the roots of her thighs were rounded, full, and tightly joined, with a certain plumpness.
However, her calves were well-proportioned, and her jade-like legs were incredibly long. Therefore, her full thighs did not add to the overall impression of thickness, but rather enhanced her appeal.
As a result, each touch of her leg muscles became even more captivating.
Realizing there was physical contact again, Han Shuangjiang tried to shrink away.
She gripped the protruding rocks on the stone wall with her hands and tilted her body forward.
Under the force of the water, her swelling chest once again touched the stone wall.
Her clothes had already been torn by the water blades, revealing a deep cleavage.
At this moment, as she was squeezed, her fair, tender flesh spread outwards, pressing even more tightly together.
However, the shape still retained its unique fullness, proving that while it looked soft, it actually had good elasticity.
Chu Huaixu felt as if the connection between his neck and face had stiffened; he couldn’t turn his head or look away.
He just kept staring into the “abyss.”
“It’s human nature.”
As time ticked by, every accidental physical contact between them was met with a silent attempt to move away.
But as the frequency increased and they remained silent, the ambiguous and enchanting atmosphere lingered.
Suddenly, they vaguely heard a noise and Liu Chengqi’s angry roar.
The sound came from behind them.
Chu Huaixu remained relatively calm, while Han Shuangjiang trembled violently from fright.
As a result, his chest pressed directly against her back.
Her full, shapely buttocks then brushed against him again.
This time, it felt like they got stuck in her butt crack for a moment, then jolted up and down.
This caused Han Shuangjiang’s thin undergarment, already stuck in her butt crack after getting wet, to become even more deeply lodged.
Both the man and the woman felt a jolt of electric current pass through their bodies.
They both stiffened, turning to stone, not daring to move.
Even more terrifying, he vaguely felt a sense of emptiness.
— *Is Chu Huaixu a Bit Misogynistic*.
Finally, it was the fearful Han Shuangjiang who spoke first.
“Won’t someone be coming in?”
This was what she feared the most.
Earlier, she had felt her body subtly warming, but now, her torn clothes felt slightly cool.
“Don’t worry, they won’t be able to get in for a while. Can’t you hear that powerless roar?” Chu Huaixu remained relatively calm, trying to be nonchalant.
He guessed that Liu Chengqi had good luck, miraculously escaping the maze ahead, and was now trapped in the illusion.
He figured the young man’s patience had run out, hence the commotion.
“It seems the soundproofing of this stone door is quite poor,” Chu Huaixu said softly.
Strangely, when the man and woman were so close together, speaking normally didn’t create any particular feeling, but speaking softly like a whisper made their ears tingle.
“Oh,” Han Shuangjiang replied, still feeling nervous.
If such an intimate scene were witnessed by others, she would want to die.
Why did this quarter-hour feel so long?
Finally, the system countdown before Chu Huaixu’s eyes reached zero.
The surging water blades completely dissipated, and the four holes stopped spewing tempering fluid.
“Alright, the trial is over. That transparent barrier should have disappeared by now,” he announced.
Upon hearing this, Han Shuangjiang immediately raised her hand and knocked. Indeed, it was gone.
Seeing this, she was eager to get away from this “place of trouble.”
However, Chu Huaixu spoke up, “You get ashore first, place your hand on the Spirit Disk, and open the stone door ahead.”
“There’s still some residual tempering spirit medicine here. I’ll absorb a little more, so as not to waste it,” he explained, stepping back.
“Okay,” Han Shuangjiang immediately got ashore.
“Splash!” Water droplets continued to fall from her, wetting the bluestone slabs on the shore.
Chu Huaixu looked up at her, taking in her entire water-drenched back.
From his angle, her jade-like legs appeared even more slender.
Her wet clothes had become slightly translucent and clung to her skin, revealing the outline of her legs.
The wet fabric clung to her perfectly curved hips and buttocks, so full and perky. A slit had opened at the waist-hip junction, revealing a patch of pure white.
It was positioned at an extreme angle, making it seem as if the very tip of her butt crack could be seen, or perhaps not.
The young girl was too beautiful; everything about her was perfectly balanced, as if she were a masterpiece created by an artist showing off.
More importantly, everything from their recent physical contact was still fresh in his memory.
However, the pool of water earlier had contained tempering fluid, making everything below the surface unclear.
Now, as she got ashore, it was hard not to let his mind wander, thinking whether the places he had touched might have been here, or perhaps there.
Was it her shoulder, her leg, her hip, her waist…
All these stray thoughts were uncontrollable!
They were growing, growing, growing!
— *Is Chu Huaixu a Bit Misogynistic*?
As Han Shuangjiang walked towards the Spirit Disk, her movement replaced static beauty with dynamic beauty.
After only a few steps, she took out a spare robe from her Storage Token and put it on.
She didn’t consider finding a place to change.
Even if Chu Huaixu turned his back to her, she couldn’t bring herself to be naked in front of a man.
Han Shuangjiang walked to the Spirit Disk and, as Chu Huaixu had instructed, placed her palm on it.
A mysterious power began to ripple forth, and the pointer on the Spirit Disk started to move, quickly advancing to the “ten” mark.
Nine Yin Constitution, Super-class Spiritual Embryo!
The young girl raised her beautiful eyes and looked at the stone door in front of her, holding her breath.
Chu Huaixu also looked at the stone door.
The door did not open.
