Chapter 352: 352: Treasure Pavilion
Then, they appeared on the first floor.
Gong Leitian said weakly, "Forget it, there are also spiritual artifacts on the first floor anyway."
"But the spiritual artifacts on the first floor aren’t as good as those on the fifth floor."
As soon as the elder-relative finished speaking, a group of spiritual artifacts surrounded him with dissatisfaction, exuding a murderous aura: How are we not good?
The elder-relative quickly said, "I spoke wrong, don’t be angry!"
Unfortunately, these spiritual artifacts seemed unwilling to let him go and directly charged at him.
The elder-relative shouted for help, carrying Gong Leitian and ran.
This time, Gong Leitian was miserable; already being jostled in the stomach, and with the elder-relative running, he was simply suffering a lot. After several turns, the elder-relative turned into a large door, shut the door, and finally blocked the frenzy of spiritual artifacts outside.
By this time, Gong Leitian had been hit until he was a little dizzy.
"Elder-relative, you’re really incredible!" Daring to provoke even spiritual artifacts, don’t you know the Treasure Pavilion lacks anything but spiritual artifacts?
The elder-relative placed him on the ground, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead: "Whenever I talk to you, I forget. These old guys really have quite a temper. Hundreds of years and still like this."
"Elder-relative, you’re only in your hundreds." Don’t sound like you’ve lived for hundreds of years. Gong Leitian was contemptuous.
"Hehe... I haven’t lived for hundreds of years, but when I took over from my predecessor, he told me never to speak ill of spiritual artifacts in the Treasure Pavilion, otherwise, they’d chase you. Only by escaping into the adjacent Book Collection Pavilion can you escape their pursuit."
"Then why did you still say it knowing that?"
"Didn’t I just say, I got carried away talking with you and forgot, ah, this child, so young, why is your memory so bad? What will happen when you reach my age in the future?" The elder-relative looked worried.
Gong Leitian wanted to say, "Elder-relative, don’t overthink it, when I’m your age, my memory definitely won’t be this bad."
"Do you still want to see your grandmaster’s portrait?"
The previously exhausted Gong Leitian suddenly became excited: "Where is it?"
"There, isn’t it hanging right there."
Following the elder-relative’s finger, Gong Leitian finally saw his long-yearned grandmaster. In a piece of white void, a few strokes of light ink outlined some perilous rocks, on the side of which sat a figure of a woman, her hands gently plucking, the ethereal sound of the harp unceasing.
Looking up, clouds wreathe the mountain tops, wind moves clouds move, clouds move wind moves, cranes dance, spirit orioles softly chirp, white smoke curls, what a fairyland scene.
One can overlook all the mountains on a peak.
Her small hands, chubby and flawless, with a few shallow dimples on the back, make one want to pinch them.
Fingertips sharp, like pearls tinted with rouge, especially the nails, a flesh pink, tender enough to squeeze water out.
Snow-white wrist emerges from the thin sleeves, slender and graceful lines, without any decoration, yet making one feel no accessory could match those hands.
A white dress more white than snow, skirts flutter, with black hair accompanying, lingering in the wind indefinitely.
She seems to be looking at you, yet seems not to be, her gaze clear and free of dust, as if nothing can pique her interest except the harp in her hands.
A flicker of her fingertips, and celestial music wraps around the ears, lingering for three days without ceasing.
At least, after Gong Leitian returned, he saw her day and night for three consecutive days.
She sat on the mountain peak playing the harp, and he listened, enraptured, yet whenever he wanted to get closer to her, he realized he somehow couldn’t get close.
If he never got closer, maybe it would be fine, but one night, Gong Leitian actually had an erotic dream?! Moreover, the heroine of the dream was his grandmaster.
He was shocked. His first wet dream in life, was it with his grandmaster?!
In his dream, the grandmaster became particularly passionate, not only taking off his clothes voluntarily but also kissing his forehead, then softly covering his whole body, her hands fell between his legs...
He dares to swear, it was a kind of ultimate enjoyment, a fascination he simply couldn’t forget, and this memory stayed for decades, causing him later to have no interest no matter what kind of Cultivation girl he encountered.
But as long as the night is quiet, the figure of his grandmaster flashes in his mind, a particular part immediately responds. Just like last time, in the bathroom, he was merely reminiscing about the master’s hands he saw during the day, and then couldn’t help himself...
If it wasn’t for the grandmaster doing something to him, breaking his fantasies, who knows what would have happened. Perhaps the grandmaster knew, in fact, he had fantasized more than once.
Later, the reason he left the Hidden Immortal Sect, wanting to roam the Mortal World, he used the excuse of his lack of cultivation talent, as if it would be better to adventure in the mortal world. In fact, he had a more hidden desire in his heart, that was—to meet his grandmaster.
Isn’t it said the grandmaster has always been in the mortal world? As long as his position climbed high enough, could he not find her?
Indeed, he found her. But when he found her, there was already someone beside the grandmaster, someone who seemed very ordinary and unremarkable in his eyes.
Yet it was this ordinary person who won the grandmaster’s favor!
When he first knew, it wasn’t that he wasn’t angry, or that he didn’t feel that man was unworthy of the grandmaster. But what can be done?
That was the grandmaster’s own choice!
Gong Leitian became more complex in thought, the smoke rings coming out of his mouth also became more complex, from mushroom clouds to Ferris wheels, to a vague human face so complicated that Mu Mingyu couldn’t discern what he was thinking.
Clearly, he had just been talking, and suddenly he fell into contemplation as if pondering over some significant issue. But even in this absent-minded state, Gong Leitian’s whole body was proclaiming one thing—if attacked, there would be ferocious retaliation.
Gong Leitian was like a graceful black panther hiding in the darkness, ready to attack prey anytime, anywhere. Occasionally, if this panther lay on the ground to rest, it was not a good time to attack either, as it could jump up anytime and give you a deadly counterattack.
Did the great aunt once warn him: Do not stay too close to little Gong!
At the time, he was puzzled. What was there to be cautious about someone like Gong Leitian who was so cautious? Wasn’t he the disciple of the great aunt?
However, as time passed, the more he got to know Gong Leitian, the more he understood the "foresight" of the great aunt.
"Actually, have you ever thought why, even if the great aunt knew, she pretended not to know anything?" Mu Mingyu said.
"I know, I haven’t crossed the boundary line in my grandmaster’s heart." Gong Leitian chuckled slightly, looking at the distressed Mu Mingyu, and said, "You worry too much. Regarding this matter, both my grandmaster and I are aware!"
Mu Mingyu was helpless: "How can there be a sum with such matters?"
"Even if my grandmaster and I have no blood relation, she’s still my elder, and I maintain my junior etiquette, doing what I should, isn’t that enough?"
"You... haven’t planned to say it out loud?" Mu Mingyu was surprised.
"Nonsense! Can such a matter be said out loud? Not even a slight leak is allowed. Otherwise, why do you think I’ve hidden it for so many years, what exactly for?"