Wait, did Junior Sister just "say" about a beauty emerging from a bath?
Four words flashed through Xie Ji'an's mind, and his eyes slowly widened. My God, could the beauty emerging from the bath that Junior Sister just mentioned be Master?
Looking around the vast space, besides him and his junior sister who were secretly hiding for some unknown reason, there was only his master.
It's obvious that when the junior sister said "a beauty emerging from the bath," she was referring to her master.
These four words swirled in his mind like a fleeting dream, making him increasingly unable to resist looking at his master, who was dressed in a thin red gauze robe.
It was only then that he realized that, after following his master for so many years, this was the first time he had ever looked at his master so carefully and attentively.
The person, usually unpredictable and moody, now stood in the sunlight, her red dress gleaming in the golden light, even softening her usually cold and expressionless face.
Having shed his elaborate outer garments and heavy, luxurious adornments that kept strangers at bay, the tall man, now dressed only in a thin red gauze robe, had become much thinner, perhaps due to being soaked in hot water for too long; a faint blush lingered on his fair cheeks.
Her thin lips were as vibrant as cherries.
And upon closer inspection, she even appears to be half a head shorter than him.
Noticing this, Xie Ji'an smiled faintly, and when he glanced at Lou Xuanzhi's bare feet, he understood.
No wonder his master was so much shorter than him today; it turned out he wasn't wearing shoes and his hair was tied up.
"Since you've been waiting here for so long, why haven't you said a word at the last minute?" Lou Xuanzhi's indifferent face showed a slight displeasure.
The reason was that he saw a strange smile on the face of his cold and stern eldest disciple.
ill.
Lou Xuanzhi frowned slightly.
Qiyue, who was hiding, suddenly remembered the favor she had asked Xie Ji'an for. Seeing the displeased look on her cheap master's face, her heart jumped into her throat.
"Master, how can you treat your wife like this? What if she scares someone and ruins my job? I can't very well handle it myself, can I?"
[This won't do either. If he's so fierce with his own wife, how well can he treat me? Senior Brother, go for it! Don't be a coward, just sleep with him!]
July was screaming in her heart.
Lou Xuanzhi clenched his fist secretly in his long sleeves. What kind of person did this little guy think he was?
Having spent a lot of time with his junior sister, Xie Ji'an also came to understand some of her unspoken meanings.
Her face flushed instantly, from the base of her ears to the tips.
"Ahem~", he coughed lightly, and to stop his junior sister from continuing to imagine, he became serious: "The Immortal Sword Competition is approaching, and my junior brothers and sisters are all eager to go and train and compete to see the gap between themselves and their peers. I hope Master will grant our request."
"Okay." Lou Xuanzhi replied simply with one word. He really didn't want to stay outside any longer. If he stayed here any longer, he would start to doubt himself.
"It's rare that you think this way. I will take care of this matter. You may leave now."
Lou Xuanzhi rubbed his forehead and walked back as he spoke. Whether he was angry with Qiyue or stepped on her clothes, he slipped and fell forward.
July: [Holy crap!]
Le Luoxi, damn it! Master is going to fall!
A look of surprise flashed across Lou Xuanzhi's face, followed by shame, utter disgrace... an absolute disgrace! He, a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, had actually fallen!
He frantically tried to stabilize his body with his spiritual power, but a large hand suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned his head and saw Xie Ji'an's surprised and worried face.
"Let go!" he said in a low voice, his whole demeanor revealing his displeasure.
Xie Ji'an didn't let go: "It was my presumption, Master, please be careful."
With that, he gave it a hard tug, and Lou Xuanzhi's face darkened immediately: "What? Now you won't even listen to me anymore?"
As he spoke, he kicked away his expressionless eldest disciple, and instinctively, Xie Ji'an grabbed Lou Xuanzhi's ankle.
The delicate skin of her ankle was soft and supple to the touch, and Xie Ji'an suddenly understood what "feel" meant.
Qiyue's eyes widened, and the smile on her lips was even harder to suppress than AK's.
[Holy crap! Holy crap! I'm totally dumbfounded! This is so exciting! Is this something I can watch?]
Le Luoxi had a lewd smile on her face.
Lou Xuanzhi stopped in his tracks, raised his hand and struck Xie Ji'an with a palm strike. Xie Ji'an's pupils constricted, and he dodged to the side, his expression respectful and serious: "This disciple did not do it on purpose. This disciple just did not want Master to fall."
"Let go!" Lou Xuanzhi gritted his teeth.
Xie Ji'an said expressionlessly, "As long as Master doesn't make another move, this disciple will let go immediately."
Lou Xuanzhi's face darkened further: "Very well, now you've learned to bargain with me."
He was never afraid of threats, and he struck again with a palm, but his usually rigid eldest disciple was now slippery as a dog, dodging his attack.
He was so angry that he was speechless, completely forgetting that Qiyue was hiding nearby and peeking at him.
The spiritual energy formed a talisman that transformed into an arrow, heading straight for Xie Ji'an's hand that was gripping his ankle. Xie Ji'an's eyes darkened, and he shattered the arrow with a palm strike, a smirk playing on his lips.
Junior Sister said that before Xia Wanqing became a Nascent Soul cultivator, no one in the world could rival Master. Now it seems she's not so great after all.
July thought so too.
[Tsk tsk tsk, just as expected, every coin has two sides, and everything has its counter. Master is destined to be bedridden for life.]
Lou Xuanzhi was furious. You can misunderstand him, but you can't insult him!
Instantly, ten spirit swords appeared and surrounded Xie Ji'an.
Xie Ji'an finally let go of his master's foot and surrendered, kneeling down at Lou Xuanzhi's feet with a thud: "Disciple knows his mistake."
"Since you know you're wrong, then kneel here and reflect on your mistakes. You can get up when I'm satisfied." With that, Lou Xuanzhi turned and left.
But after taking a few more steps, there was a tearing sound, and he felt a chill all over his body.
The already thin clothes were torn in two, one half hanging on his body and the other half on the ground.
A fair back, a slender waist the size of a palm. Xie Ji'an raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the corner of his clothes below his knees where he was kneeling.
He silently moved away, a hint of smugness in his calm, dark eyes.
Qiyue and Le Luoxi quickly covered each other's eyes.
Silently recite it in your heart.
Do not look at what is improper. Do not look at what is improper. Do not look at what is improper.
They slipped away quickly.
Lou Xuanzhi, feeling a chill run down his spine, glanced coldly at the clothes on the ground before disappearing in a flash.
Xie Ji'an was left staring blankly at the torn half of his clothes on the ground. It was over. In the past, when his master was angry, he would always throw him into the forbidden area for ten days or half a month. This time, he would probably have to stay for half a year.
The forbidden area he mentioned was an ancient formation passed down by the Xunhui Sect. There were only two ways to get out: one was to pass through the ten life-and-death trials inside, and the other was to beg their master to release them.
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