After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 81 - Descending the Mountain

Chapter 81: Descending the Mountain

It has been quite a while since Jiang Huai seriously massaged Chu Xianning. The last time he massaged her was just a simple shoulder rub. He remembered that when they were younger, he used to knead her shoulders and pound her legs, his face full of youthful innocence as he claimed to have learned massage techniques from ancient texts and wanted to relieve his master’s fatigue.

Back then, he could lightly and gently touch her feet and waist. If he dared to say such things now, he’d probably have his paws chopped off.

Jiang Huai’s fingertips rested on Chu Xianning’s shoulder. She looked calmly ahead while he stood behind her, lifting her jet-black hair with a hairpin. Her hair was silky and smooth. Jiang Huai slightly bowed his head, the fragrance from her hair becoming even more intense.

“Has master been sleeping poorly lately?”

“No.”

“Oh, I just feel like your energy seems a bit congested. That’s not good. Should I bring the Qingxue Youlan from Qingyu’s room to master’s room?”

“No need.”

“It’s good for sleep.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Alright, then I’ll see if I can find another spiritual flower for master when I go down the mountain.”

Some spiritual flowers have calming and mind-clearing effects, like the Qingxue Youlan in Luo Qingyu’s room. Jiang Huai’s fingertips moved from Chu Xianning’s shoulder to her arm, lifting her wrist and gently grasping her fingertips. Chu Xianning felt a bit awkward but didn’t speak, allowing him to continue massaging for a while before he finally withdrew his hand.

“Does master want a leg massage?”

“No,” Chu Xianning shook her head.

Jiang Huai felt a bit disappointed but let her hair down again. Then, on a sudden whim, he asked.

“What about a foot massage? It helps with sleep.”

“Do you want to be stepped on again?”

Chu Xianning glanced at him, a hint of embarrassed annoyance in her beautiful eyes. Jiang Huai shrank back and wisely kept quiet.

“With your cultivation completely gone, the minimum requirement for entering the ancient Dragon Burial is Core Formation, and the highest is late-stage Nascent Soul. Be very careful when exploring inside.” Chu Xianning couldn’t help but remind him again, feeling an inexplicable unease.

“Don’t worry, master. Besides, the friend who will explore the secret realm with me is at mid-stage Nascent Soul. We can look out for each other.” Jiang Huai reassured Chu Xianning softly.

She usually wasn’t this worried when he left the mountain. But recently, he had just had an incident on a sect mission. Jiang Huai clearly remembered the day Chu Xianning brought him back to the sect. When he returned, he couldn’t hold on any longer and fell into a deep sleep. Chu Xianning had to ask Granny Jiuyou for help, and later he heard that Chu Xianning had stayed by his side for three days and nights.

Chu Xianning seemed somewhat reassured. She said softly.

“It’s late. You should rest.”

“Okay, master should rest early too.”

…….

The next day.

When Jiang Huai woke up, the sound of rain was pattering outside. He got up early to make a steaming bowl of pork bone soup noodles. Chu Xianning opened her room door on time and joined him in the pavilion for noodles. Then she stood up.

“Where are you going? I’ll take you there.”

“To the Ziyun Inn at the foot of the mountain.”

“Alright.”

Chu Xianning raised her hand slightly, and her Su Xue sword appeared beneath her feet, enlarging several times over. Jiang Huai approached her from behind, his voice trembling slightly.

“Master, I’m afraid of heights… you know that.”

When Chu Xianning taught Jiang Huai sword flying as a child, he was also timid. He learned it, but he would choose a spirit boat over flying on a sword whenever possible. Chu Xianning didn’t turn around, simply saying.

“Then hold onto the hem of my robe.”

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Jiang Huai reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist.

It’s over!

He didn’t know where he got the courage from, perhaps because he had grown closer to Wen Wanwan recently, and his boldness had increased?

Chu Xianning’s body seemed to tremble slightly, but she said nothing and silently flew up on her sword.

Jiang Huai was somewhat stunned; he had expected to be hit.

The waist of Chu Xianning in his arms was soft, and he dared not hold too tightly, just gently gripping. From behind, Jiang Huai watched Chu Xianning’s neck. Her hair was tied up today, revealing a neck as graceful as a swan’s. He quietly watched her ears, realizing that human greed always seems to grow. He quickly pretended to be so scared that his legs trembled.

“Master… I’m still afraid…”

“Do you want to take a spirit boat?”

Chu Xianning glanced back at him, her eyes somewhat cold, clearly seeing through his little trick.

“It’s okay, I can endure.”

So Jiang Huai didn’t dare to get any closer and could only hold Chu Xianning’s slender waist gently. If he held her tightly like Luo Yueguan did when flying on a sword and accidentally rubbing against her, Chu Xianning would probably kill him.

With Chu Xianning’s eighth realm cultivation, flying to the Ziyun Inn at the foot of the mountain took only the time it takes to burn a stick of incense.

The Ziyun Inn is also a property of the Ziyun Pavilion. Cultivators who want to join the sect usually have to undergo a sect trial, which takes several days. Therefore, an inn was established not far from the foot of the mountain. The cultivation world is not dominated by a single sect; there are also many family cultivators who want to send their children to a sect and can afford the price of one spirit stone per night at the Ziyun Inn.

The sky was dark, and raindrops hurriedly flew past. Jiang Huai felt the warmth of Chu Xianning’s waist under his fingertips, and he suddenly wished time would slow down.

But it seemed like in the blink of an eye, Chu Xianning had already brought him above the Ziyun Inn.

“Go on,” Chu Xianning said indifferently.

Jiang Huai landed steadily, wrapped in her spiritual energy. He looked up at Chu Xianning in the sky and waved to her. She silently watched him for a moment, then her spirit sword turned into a streak of light and disappeared.

Jiang Huai also turned and went to the Ziyun Inn to check in. He and his friend had agreed to meet in the next couple of days, either today or tomorrow. When his friend arrived at the Ziyun Inn, she would naturally notify him with a transmission jade.

……

Tianxuan Sect, Guangxue Mountain.

Chu Xianning didn’t return to Guangxue Mountain until noon. Before returning to the mountain, she had gone to Qingxuan Sect to explain some matters, so she was delayed.

When she arrived at the courtyard, Wen Wanwan, dressed in a white Taoist robe, was standing quietly under the locust tree at the entrance. Chu Xianning approached her and looked at her with cold eyes.

“Follow me.”

Wen Wanwan obediently followed Chu Xianning into the courtyard. After a moment of silence, Chu Xianning said.

“Show me your Slashing the Mist.”

Wen Wanwan nodded obediently, took out her black iron sword, stood in place, gathered her spiritual energy, and earnestly swung out a Slashing the Mist. Chu Xianning glanced at it and knew roughly where her problem lay.

“The way you channel spiritual energy is incorrect. Watch me.”

Chu Xianning picked up a peach branch and began to seriously teach Wen Wanwan.

An hour later.

“That’s enough for today,” Chu Xianning said indifferently.

“Okay…” After Chu Xianning spoke, Wen Wanwan’s body immediately weakened. She had been exhausted during the past hour but didn’t know how to speak up, so she had been stubbornly enduring. Now she could finally rest, and she almost collapsed, falling to the ground.

Chu Xianning was taken aback. It was only then that she realized Wen Wanwan was drenched in sweat. She had been so engrossed in teaching that she hadn’t noticed.

Wen Wanwan’s talent for swordsmanship was indeed average, but she was earnestly learning and had a resilient spirit.

Chu Xianning approached her and extended her hand, and Wen Wanwan hesitated for a moment before reaching out obediently.

Chu Xianning helped her to the pavilion and said.

“If you can’t hold on, tell me. If you don’t say anything, I won’t know, and practicing swordsmanship will have the opposite effect.”

Wen Wanwan still obediently nodded and remembered silently.

“Wen Wanwan understands.”

Chu Xianning quietly brewed tea. After a while, she poured the tea into a cup in front of her and pushed it towards Wen Wanwan.

“Drink the tea.”

“Thank you, Fairy Chu.”

Chu Xianning sipped her tea quietly. After a brief silence, she asked casually.

“What is your relationship with my disobedient disciple?”

Wen Wanwan didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

Chu Xianning’s tone was even, revealing no emotion. After a moment, Wen Wanwan hurriedly replied.

“Senior Brother Jiang Huai treats me like a Junior Sister… He takes good care of me and is very kind to me.”

“You think too highly of him. I’ve never seen him treat other Junior Sisters that well before.”

When Chu Xianning had helped Wen Wanwan up earlier, she had used her spiritual energy to probe Wen Wanwan’s body. Wen Wanwan’s vital yin was still intact, so it seemed that the disobedient disciple hadn’t done anything bad to her.

Wen Wanwan’s cheeks turned slightly red, and she didn’t know what to say. But the next words from Chu Xianning made her almost instantly tense up.

“Do you know that his engagement has not truly been canceled? Once his cultivation is restored, it will be his marriage to Luo Qingyu.”

“I know,” Wen Wanwan answered submissively.

“You know, huh.” Chu Xianning’s tone remained indifferent.

Wen Wanwan’s eyelashes drooped slightly, “Wen Wanwan never hoped that Senior Brother Jiang Huai would give me anything, only… I just wanted an opportunity to repay Senior Brother Jiang Huai.”

“Why not hope?” Chu Xianning asked indifferently.

Wen Wanwan was taken aback, looked up at Chu Xianning, who still had a cold expression.

“I have always disliked restricting his cultivation. I found him a Dao companion because I thought it was about time for him to marry at his age. Who he wants to marry in the future is his business, and I can’t control it. If he wants to marry you in the future, then his engagement to Luo Qingyu will be canceled.”

Wen Wanwan hurriedly shook her head.

“Of course, of course not… Senior Brother Jiang Huai and Fairy Qingyu are so well-matched… Wen Wanwan doesn’t dare to hope that Senior Brother Jiang Huai would marry me…”

Chu Xianning’s eyes remained cold, but if Jiang Huai had been here, he would have been able to read the complex emotions in her eyes.

She couldn’t quite explain her thoughts. Initially, she didn’t want to agree to the disobedient disciple’s request to teach swordsmanship, but after some thought, she agreed.

Chu Xianning never liked dealing with complex matters, so she didn’t say much more. Since she had agreed, she would seriously teach Wen Wanwan. Both women sat in the pavilion, silently drinking tea.

When the tea was finished, Chu Xianning spoke softly, “You’ve sweated a lot earlier. Go to the bathhouse in the backyard to clean up and change your clothes before you return.”

Wen Wanwan looked down at her slightly damp clothes, as if suddenly understanding what Jiang Huai had said before—that Chu Xianning might appear cold but was actually very warm-hearted at heart.

“Thank you, Fairy Chu.”

Chu Xianning shook her head slightly.

“No need. I’m going to rest. Come find me at this time tomorrow to learn swordsmanship.”

Wen Wanwan nodded obediently.