After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master
Chapter 213 - Come here

Chapter 213: Come here

“No, no more... go bully Fufu.”

“Fufu won’t let brother-in-law bully her.”

“I won’t bully Fufu, I’ll just bully Wanwan.” Jiang Huai said fiercely.

...

“No, no, no, you can’t bully sister anymore!” Wen Fufu looked at Jiang Huai with a pitiful gaze.

“You can’t bully anymore, sister is going to cry...”

“I-I’ll kiss it... won’t you stop bullying sister then?”

Wen Fufu tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

...

I’m going to die.

Jiang Huai Jr. lay on the soft big bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyes lifeless and his gaze blank.

At this moment, Wen Wanwan was already asleep beside him, while Wen Fufu was still awake, her eyes still deep, her fingertips drawing circles on his chest.

“Hmph, pretending to be reluctant, but actually, you’re thrilled inside, aren’t you?”

Wen Fufu pouted slightly, and Jiang Huai turned his face to look at her and nodded.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“My throat still feels uncomfortable.” Wen Fufu waved her little fist and hit his shoulder.

“Who told you to be so...”

“Sister taught me before.” Wen Fufu looked at him with embarrassment and anger,

“Fufu didn’t know... I won’t kiss it again, hmph, a perverted brother-in-law only deserves to be punished with feet.”

Jiang Huai leaned in and started to tickle Wen Fufu, who began to struggle on the bed, her dress scattering and revealing a glimpse of spring.

Until Wen Fufu also ran out of energy, she hugged Jiang Huai’s body, lifted her leg over him,

“Tonight, brother-in-law isn’t allowed to go anywhere, you can only sleep with us.”

“Alright, alright.”

Wen Fufu leaned in and gently bit Jiang Huai’s shoulder, then closed her eyes contentedly.

...

In the middle of the night.

When Jiang Huai woke up, both sisters were still in a deep sleep, one on each side, tightly binding him. Jiang Huai didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, his arms tightly bound by their warmth, so he closed his eyes and obediently fell back asleep.

When he woke up again, Wen Wanwan’s cheek was resting on his chest. Jiang Huai opened his eyes and looked into her eyes. Wen Wanwan looked at him obediently,

“Jiang Huai Senior Brother, are you awake?”

“I’m awake.”

“Then you should tell Wanwan what’s for breakfast this morning.”

Wen Wanwan quietly glanced at the still sleeping Wen Fufu and stealthily climbed onto Jiang Huai.

...

Back to the courtyard.

Tomorrow, Jiang Huai is set to leave for the Qingxuan Sect, departing alongside Wen Wanwan. There, he will compete with two individuals selected by the Qingxuan Sect, ultimately eliminating one. The remaining three will then head to the Qingmu Immortal Palace to participate in the Eastern Region Grand Competition.

The Qingmu Immortal Palace is the domain of Immortal Venerable Qingmu, a cultivator who has reached the pinnacle of the eighth realm and is just one step away from the ninth realm. He is a renowned figure throughout the Eastern Region.

Originally, the venue for the Eastern Region Grand Competition had not been decided. It was Immortal Venerable Qingmu who generously offered to host the competition at his Qingmu Immortal Palace. Given his good reputation over the past millennium, various powers agreed to this arrangement.

Jiang Huai had heard some rumors about Immortal Venerable Qingmu. He was a cultivator from the same generation as the previous master of Jiang Huai’s Ye Ning sword.

It was said that he once had the opportunity to break through to the ninth realm, but for some reason—whether he offended the heavenly dao or something else—his cultivation has been stuck at the peak of the eighth realm for three hundred years.

There are a few ninth realm true immortals in the Eastern Region, but those true immortals have long grown tired of power and vanity. Most have gone into seclusion, elusive as dragons, only likely to reappear in the event of a major crisis or opportunity in the Eastern Region.

Jiang Huai’s gaze shifts to the pavilion. He wonders if Chu Xianning will accompany him and Wen Wanwan to the Qingxuan Sect tomorrow.

At this moment, Chu Xianning is sitting in the pavilion, lost in thought. Her fairy master, dressed in a white gown untouched by dust, her skin as clear as ice and bones as pure as jade, bathed in the bright moonlight. Jiang Huai approaches her, sits down obediently, and asks softly,

“Tomorrow, Wanwan and I will go to the Qingxuan Sect to prepare for the Yuelan Continent competition. Will Master accompany me?”

Chu Xianning is silent for a moment, then suddenly remembers Luo Qingyu’s presence in the Guangxue Mountain courtyard these past days, feeling an inexplicable irritation.

“You go ahead, I won’t.”

“Alright,” Jiang Huai responds without disappointment, but hesitates for a moment before asking.

“Since Master hasn’t prepared for bed yet, would you like to have a drink?”

This is the third time Jiang Huai has asked Chu Xianning to drink with him, having been coldly rejected the previous two times. He expects her refusal, but wonders if he should stop asking if she declines again, to avoid annoying her.

Chu Xianning’s gaze shifts to him. Her elbow propped on the table, her delicate hand supporting her cheek, her eyes cool and deep. The courtyard is bathed in flowing moonlight, the air crisp and clear. With Jiang Huai leaving on a journey tomorrow, it seems harmless to have a drink.

Her previous refusals were due to an inexplicable panic. Normally, she could coldly handle her unruly disciple, but whenever she got drunk, his antics seemed to elicit a conflicting response from her.

She suddenly recalls the moment earlier in the day when Jiang Huai held her in his arms. She had thought he would take advantage of their bet to kiss her, and she had nowhere to escape, even mentally preparing herself for it. She thought she could pretend nothing happened, as if bitten by a dog, but Jiang Huai had merely hugged her gently.

What did that mean?

Perhaps the kiss he wanted, or even more excessive actions, had already been satisfied by Wen Wanwan. Maybe before returning to the courtyard, he had indulged in debauchery with Wen Wanwan, eliciting from her soft, seductive moans and plaintive, tender pleas.

If she could previously guess Jiang Huai’s thoughts, now Chu Xianning suddenly realizes she can’t see through him anymore. He’s no longer the naive child in her eyes. Or perhaps he never was, and it was her fantasy that he was as she imagined. Only when she began to face their relationship did she start to see through the veil.

“Drink,” Chu Xianning sighs softly.

She finally realizes that she has never been in control; all she can do is go with the flow and let nature take its course.

Jiang Huai seems to notice a hint of sorrow in Chu Xianning’s eyebrows and hesitantly offers.

“If Master is unwilling, we don’t have to drink.”

Chu Xianning’s lashes lift slightly, her eyes grow colder, and her tone rises slightly.

“Drink.”

So Jiang Huai obediently takes out the bottle of Chunqiu wine, sets up the glasses, and pours half a glass for each of them. The Chunqiu wine is extremely potent, and Jiang Huai is also worried about getting too drunk and speaking out of turn. But Chu Xianning, looking at her half-filled glass, picks up the bottle after Jiang Huai puts it down and fills both glasses to the brim.

Jiang Huai begins to feel uneasy.

“Do you not like drinking?” Chu Xianning puts down the bottle and snorts coldly,

“Today I’ll accompany you however much you want to drink. I won’t stop... and you can’t either.”

Jiang Huai can’t help but smile bitterly.

“Why does Master’s words sound like giving up hope?”

“Enough talk.”

Chu Xianning lifts her glass, her eyes coldly fixed on him. Jiang Huai has no choice but to raise his glass. He’s just taken a small sip when he realizes Chu Xianning hasn’t stopped. When she puts down her glass, it’s already empty.

Jiang Huai quickly finishes his glass too, but as he’s about to say something, Chu Xianning picks up the bottle again and fills his glass, her voice cold.

“Drink.”

At this point, Jiang Huai’s head is already spinning, the fiery liquor burning in his chest.

He looks at Chu Xianning, whose cheeks are already flushed, her cool eyes melting away. Clearly, she’s not faring much better. He cautiously asks.

“Is Master in a bad mood?”

“Enough talk.” Chu Xianning lifts her glass.

So Jiang Huai raises his glass again, inwardly complaining. This time, Chu Xianning doesn’t hesitate to drink, and after finishing, her eyelashes tremble, her skin taking on a faint peach blush.

Jiang Huai is beginning to regret getting so much wine from Li Qiushan. There must be at least four more glasses in the bottle, two for each of them. He feels like he’s going to fall apart if he drinks it all. Chu Xianning seems so frightening tonight. As Jiang Huai looks at her cheeks, the moonlight casts her face in a pristine light.

Chu Xianning reaches for the bottle, but Jiang Huai quickly grabs her wrist, looking up,

“Are we still drinking?”

“Do you not like it?”

“It’s not that I like drinking; I just like drinking with Master...”

“I’m right here. I’ll accompany you no matter how much you want to drink.”

“I...” Jiang Huai clenches his teeth.

This is a challenge.

This is Chu Xianning’s challenge!

Clearly, her tolerance isn’t that great either. Looking at her eyes, they’re already hazy with drunkenness. His head is spinning as he points at Chu Xianning’s lips.

Chu Xianning’s lips part, and without hesitation, she bites his finger. Jiang Huai winces in pain, wanting to pull back, but Chu Xianning is relentless. They lock eyes for several seconds like children stubbornly holding a grudge.

“Let’s not drink anymore...”

Jiang Huai has a terrible premonition that if they finish the wine tonight, something awful will happen.

In a daze, he suddenly realizes that he doesn’t like gambling, whether it’s about anything. In his cultivation journey, he always seeks stability, rarely taking any dangerous opportunities. It’s the same with his affection for Chu Xianning. He wants to wear her down slowly, hoping that one day she’ll be moved by his persistence and her defenses will melt away. But her defenses are like wild grass in spring; as soon as he pulls some up, new growth quickly appears.

What if he set a fire and burned everything on that land to the ground?

Chu Xianning finally lets go of his finger. She takes the bottle and pours the remaining wine into her glass, not offering any to Jiang Huai.

“Looking down on who?!” Jiang Huai stretches his neck.

Chu Xianning leans back slightly, her legs lazily crossed under her skirt, her toes lightly swaying. She lifts her glass, twirling it between her fingers, watching the ripples in the clear liquid.

She suddenly starts to laugh, beckoning Jiang Huai with her finger.

“Come here.”