Chapter 330: Chapter 177: Master Imparts Teachings, Educates, and Resolves Doubts (6000 words)
"Junior Brother, I’m going to seclude myself for cultivation first."
As she walked up the steps of Taichu Peak, Mu Qingyue said.
"Cultivation?" Lu Jin’an glanced at her: "What are you cultivating for this time?"
Mu Qingyue did not answer, but said, "You can come find me anytime, or I can come find you."
"Alright."
"Oh, right." Before leaving, Mu Qingyue turned back to ’look’ at him: "Save up."
"Hmm... I’ll try my best."
"It’s a must." Mu Qingyue’s voice turned a bit colder: "Otherwise, I’ll get angry."
Lu Jin’an pondered a bit and asked: "Can you control Master?"
Mu Qingyue said indifferently: "Mother prefers you being a ’rebellious disciple’."
Lu Jin’an smiled: "I understand."
After saying that, he walked into Taichu Hall and came face-to-face with Xia Ming.
"Greetings to the Saint Heir." Xia Ming quickly bowed.
Lu Jin’an patted her head: "Where’s Master?"
"Resting at Yanyu Pavilion." Xia Ming giggled: "She and Chunyu went to Lan Domain to handle some affairs and only came back this morning."
"Lan Domain?"
Lu Jin’an looked at Xia Ming in surprise. As the Saint Heir of the Wandao Sect, he naturally knew what kind of place the Lan Domain was.
Nowadays, it was the dwelling place of the half-demon bloodline, a region still resented by most of the Human Clan due to the previous war at the Two Realms Pass.
After the curtain fell on the war at the Two Realms Pass, the then-leaders of the half-demons took their own lives to apologize, earning peace for their bloodline.
But these half-demon bloodlines, labeled as ’Sin Blood,’ were also placed under the care of Zheng Dongliu and others in the Lan Domain, with attempts made to find a way for them to not be controlled by the Demon Clan anymore.
After all, although half-demons are of mixed blood, those who grow up among them possess the bravery of demon beasts and the intelligence of the Human Clan, making them an invaluable combat force."
It’s a pity that half-demons are more resented in the Demon Clan and their growth is extremely challenging, otherwise, they could also become a branch of the Hundred Clans.
Xia Ming shook her head: "I don’t know about that. The Deputy Sect Master only said when returning, ’my good disciple should thank his Master well.’"
"Alright." Lu Jin’an withdrew his right hand: "Go have fun."
"Saint Heir, what are we having for dinner?"
"I’ll prepare it, as for what it’ll be, we’ll see then."
"Okay～" Xia Ming ran off happily: "I’m going to play with those little foxes～"
Lu Jin’an once again set off and shortly arrived at Yanyu Pavilion, not far from Qingyi Palace.
Seeing him approach, Dong Han gave a bow and left silently.
Lu Jin’an also tread softly as he walked into the spacious pavilion.
In his line of sight, the Master lay quietly on the Beauty Couch, wearing her usual purple bathrobe. Her thick, slightly damp black hair spread out loosely on both sides, faintly revealing two white ears.
A few stray strands of hair draped teasingly over her closed eyes, pinched by her enticing red lips into the corner of her mouth.
A pair of fair hands painted with red rouge were folded on her stomach, and the sleeves snug against her body inadvertently accentuated her chest, giving her graceful figure a healthy fullness.
Her bathrobe revealed her sensuous, well-shaped legs, with slender feet also painted with red rouge, exuding a mature, alluring charm.
The gentle breeze wafted through Pei Wanyu’s hair, and Lu Jin’an caught a whiff of her unique, refreshing fragrance, tickling his heart.
His gaze drifted over his Master’s peaceful sleeping face a few more times, before involuntarily resting on her slightly ajar bathrobe neckline.
The sunlight cast deep shadows enticing enough to make one’s mouth water, and because she was lying flat, her proud bust seemed like ripples on a water surface, spreading outward, even shading a bit of her arm.
Her figure was exceptionally well-proportioned, and perhaps because of her slender waist, it made the neckline area particularly prominent.
Lu Jin’an couldn’t help but squint, as if trying to see more clearly.
He knew all too well how wonderful it was to sleep with one’s head on a watermelon, having done so more than once or twice.
Lu Jin’an moved again and sat cross-legged beside the Beauty Couch, taking a close look at his Master’s chest as it gently rose and fell with her breath.
’It must be heavy, huh?’
This thought popped into his mind, and amusement flickered in his eyes.
Of course it’s heavy. He remembers his Master sometimes asking him to help massage her aching shoulders.
Come to think of it, even though his Master is powerful enough to intimidate even those in the Divine Concealing Realm, she often likes to lower her Spiritual Power frequency to the minimum, making her seem like an ordinary person when in Taichu Hall.
That’s why, despite being very strong, she sometimes complains about the burdensome weight on her chest.
But for him as her disciple, what she considers a burden is, to him, a treasure he cherishes dearly.
Lu Jin’an reached out to brush aside the hair his Master had pinched into her mouth, and just sat cross-legged on the ground watching Pei Wanyu sleep.
Having bathed not long ago, her face had a rosy glow, giving her an even more vivid and vibrant look.
He glanced at the delicious wine and cup on the nearby table, amusement again flickering in his eyes.
’Eat well, drink well, bathe well, sleep well... Master doesn’t seem at all like someone devoted to cultivation.’
Lu Jin’an placed his hands on his knees, contemplating that he too, probably influenced by his Master, liked to eat even when fasting, and loved to sleep...
More importantly, he learned his Master’s method of compressing Spiritual Power.
This technique was certainly helpful in mastering Spiritual Power and could significantly conceal one’s aura, making it hard to be detected easily.
Thinking this, Lu Jin’an reached out and gently poked Pei Wanyu’s cheek, receiving no response.
Lu Jin’an’s gaze again lingered on his Master’s chest, thinking only someone as tall as her could bear such fullness; if she were shorter, even the ribcage below wouldn’t be visible.