After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master
Chapter 217 - Precious Gemstone

Chapter 217: Precious Gemstone

Early morning.

As the morning mist rose, Jiang Huai stood outside, gently knocking on Chu Xianning’s room door, softly saying,

“I’m off to Qingxuan Sect now.”

“Oh.”

Chu Xianning responded indifferently from inside the room, and then there was no further reply. After Jiang Huai finished his instructions, he turned and left the courtyard to meet with Wen Wanwan, and then they both headed to the grand hall of Tianxuan Sect.

This Yuelan Continent competition was essentially a contest between two sects, with Tianxuan Sect and Qingxuan Sect being closely related. In the rankings within Yuelan Continent, Qingxuan had always been first, followed by Tianxuan second.

This was mainly because Qingxuan Sect had a richer heritage. Tianxuan sect master Li Qiushan had cultivated for a thousand years, but due to his limited talent, his cultivation was only at the Mahayana fifth level. Meanwhile, Qingxuan sect master Luo Yueguan, at just six hundred years old, had already reached the Mahayana fifth level, and the Qingxuan Sect’s deputy sect master was at the Mahayana fourth level. They also had a medicinal garden as their foundation, which made other sects envious.

For this trip, Li Qiushan personally set out with a few other sect elders. They would also discuss some specific matters of cooperation between the two sects. Tianxuan Sect had a vein of ore excellent for sword forging, while Qingxuan Sect excelled in refining medicine, and there were often exchanges of interests between the two sects.

After boarding the spiritual boat, Li Qiushan let Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan pick out new rooms. After Wen Wanwan chose one, Jiang Huai didn’t pick another. Both of them didn’t like the bustle and instead retreated to their room to play Go.

...

Dusk fell, and the spiritual boat arrived at Qingxuan Sect.

Wen Wanwan flew down with Jiang Huai on her sword, and Luo Qingyu was already waiting under the magnolia tree in the courtyard. The young girl, dressed in a moon-white palace gown with a light gauze over her shoulders, revealing her fragrant soft skin, approached Jiang Huai and snuggled into his embrace.

Jiang Huai gently wrapped his arms around her delicate body and patted her back. But that was not enough for Luo Qingyu. She tiptoed, tilted her fair cheek upward, closed her eyes, and Jiang Huai bent down to kiss her rosy lips gently. The simple peck turned into a lingering deep kiss until Luo Qingyu was almost out of breath. Only then did she reluctantly lower her tiptoes, licked her lips lightly, and took Jiang Huai’s hand,

“Brother Jiang Huai, come inside quickly.”

Wen Wanwan and Jiang Huai entered the courtyard together, where Luo Yueguan sat under the flower tree, watching the sunset.

It had been nearly two months since Jiang Huai last saw Luo Yueguan, and he felt a slight longing. Luo Yueguan was wearing a purple palace gown, especially suitable for summer, with a translucent shawl over her shoulders, revealing her tender fragrant shoulders, and the front of her dress slightly bulging, as if struggling to contain the curves beneath. Her skirt fell to her ankles, her legs crossed, and her delicate little feet rested together.

When she saw Jiang Huai enter, she glanced at him indifferently and then turned her gaze away.

Hmm, Aunt Luo’s gaze seems a bit cold.

“Have you arrived?”

Luo Yueguan spoke indifferently, then her eyes moved to the chair beside her. Jiang Huai understood and sat down next to her, noticing her eyes seemed a bit weary, so he asked softly,

“Has Aunt Luo been resting poorly lately?”

“The summer heat is intense, and the fire energy is too strong. My Ice Soul Profound Body doesn’t like it, so it’s hard to sleep because of irritation.”

“Shall I prepare some calming medicine for Aunt Luo?”

“People from the sect have already prepared some, and it works well, but I’m too lazy to drink it.”

“Why?”

“It’s too bitter.”

Jiang Huai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

“Let me see the prescription, and I’ll make you a sweet soup.”

“Oh.”

Luo Yueguan simply agreed, handed him a piece of paper, and then looked towards the setting sun. After a moment, she seemed to remember something and said.

“Your opponent this time is the deputy sect master’s own son, Ye Wanqiu, at the Divine Transformation first level.”

Jiang Huai thought for a moment.

“Do you mean I should hold back a bit?”

“If you can beat him to death, do it. His mother just annoyed me recently.”

Jiang Huai was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

“How did she annoy you?”

“At a sect meeting, she challenged my face, questioned my decisions, and it’s all because of you. Originally, the spot to go to the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm was supposed to be her child’s, but because of my decision, that spot went to Bai Li. She’s been holding a grudge and trying to oppose me at every turn.”

“Oh...” Jiang Huai nodded.

So it seems Luo Yueguan can sometimes be childish, and the grudges between elders naturally shouldn’t fall on the younger generation. Jiang Huai couldn’t really plan to beat Ye Wanqiu, a fellow cultivator of his generation, to death in tomorrow’s competition; that would be too bullying.

Although he now has five advanced experience scrolls, he might struggle against someone at the Divine Transformation tenth level, but handling a first-level Divine Transformation would be effortless without the scrolls.

Jiang Huai’s gaze turned to Luo Yueguan’s profile. She was seriously watching the sunset, her eyes calm, a beautiful light blue color. Her cheeks were classically delicate and elegant, but her eyes always held a hint of allure, as if she were smiling but not quite.

Jiang Huai always felt that Luo Yueguan didn’t seem too enthusiastic about him, but then he thought, isn’t a lack of enthusiasm the normal reaction?

What else should it be?

Should this naughty bad woman have opened up with a smile the moment he walked in, telling him to come over and let Aunt Luo hug him?

Perhaps the Luo Yueguan of the past few months had been too childish, giving Jiang Huai strange illusions. He suddenly became curious about how much affection Luo Yueguan still had for him after not seeing her for two months.

He still had two chances to check Luo Yueguan’s affection level, and out of curiosity, he used one here and soon received feedback.

【Qingxuan sect master Luo Yueguan’s current affection level: 73.】

Jiang Huai was slightly stunned.

Although he didn’t really believe that a person’s affection for another could be measured with numbers, Luo Yueguan’s affection level for him dropping from 87 to 73 in just two months was somewhat unexpected.

But then he thought, isn’t this what he hoped for?

Why was there a slight sense of loss?

Indeed, he was a masochist.

At this moment, only the four of them were in the courtyard. Qingxuan Sect naturally had elders responsible for receiving Li Qiushan, so Luo Yueguan didn’t need to worry about these matters. She just quietly leaned on the recliner, squinting at the setting sun that was gradually falling.

Watching the light fade and darkness envelop her, as if her heart was also becoming tranquil, was something she had done most often over the past few centuries.

Luo Qingyu and Wen Wanwan whispered many secrets to each other on the side, while Jiang Huai also leaned back in the chair to watch the sunset quietly. The competition would not start until tomorrow, and the night was still long. Luo Qingyu arranged a room for Wen Wanwan, who lit a lamp in the room and started reading a book.

She wasn’t reading anything serious but Ah Mumu’s debut work. She had previously watched it with Wen Fufu, but she was too embarrassed to look closely. Now, these books had become a guide to handling Jiang Huai Jr., and the knowledge she learned from the books was ultimately used on Jiang Huai. When the imagined scenes materialized before her, Jiang Huai’s head would spin.

Meanwhile, Luo Qingyu dragged Jiang Huai to the bathhouse, where the water rippled, and the girl’s skin was porcelain white. They frolicked in the bath, covered in bubbles, and Luo Qingyu was unwilling to wait until they got to the room. Standing on one leg in the water, she lifted her other slender leg out of the water, resting her ankle on his shoulder, while her delicate hand began to guide Jiang Huai Jr. to where he should go.

Luo Qingyu hugged Jiang Huai’s neck tightly, whispering in his ear,

“Qingyu has already talked to Wanwan sister, tonight... Brother Jiang Huai is all mine.”

...

The night grew dark.

Luo Yueguan, soaking in the bath, felt that there was a strange scent in the water. She didn’t need to think too hard to know that Jiang Huai and Luo Qingyu must have done something naughty in the bath earlier. With her keen sense of smell, she sat by the bath, activated the array beneath it, and changed all the water before stepping in to soak.

Lately, Luo Yueguan’s mindset had been very peaceful. Luo Qingyu and Jiang Huai’s marriage was essentially settled, and Qingyu had already given herself to that little rascal. Although he was somewhat fickle, he knew how to take responsibility. From now on, she wouldn’t have to worry about Qingyu’s future.

Over the past two months, Luo Qingyu had been with her in the courtyard, and the relationship between mother and daughter had become especially close, no longer as superficially polite as before. This was perhaps a comforting matter for her.

She had also gained the friendship of Bai Jin, an alien race but also a Nine Realms Immortal Venerable. Although there were a hundred Nine Realms Immortal Venerables in the world, not many were willing to meddle in worldly affairs. Bai Jin promised she would do anything for her, but Luo Yueguan no longer had any desires.

Her Ice Soul Profound Body had been completely healed, and all her meridians had been opened, becoming the enviable Heavenly Evolution Divine Meridians. Her inner demon had become much quieter lately, only occasionally causing her to dream of past scenes to agitate her. On most days, it couldn’t even keep chattering in her ear.

“Are you dead?” Luo Yueguan suddenly spoke to herself.

“If you don’t die, how could I?”

The inner demon’s response echoed in her ears instantly, and Luo Yueguan couldn’t help but laugh.

In the past, she and the inner demon were always arguing, fighting for control of her body. But lately, the inner demon seemed to have become weaker and weaker, lacking even the strength to argue with her. She found herself oddly unaccustomed to this.

After calling out to the inner demon, it seemed to want to say more, but Luo Yueguan’s thoughts moved, and instantly the inner demon fell silent again. She suddenly laughed alone, swaying her fair legs in the bath, her fingertips playfully wandering over her legs, eventually reaching her tender secret place.

She wasn’t like Chu Xianning, who, due to her constitution, was often unsatisfied and had to deliberately suppress her desires. But she especially enjoyed pleasuring herself to exhaustion when alone. After the pleasure, when the emptiness surged, she would fall into a deep sleep.

Luo Yueguan’s body trembled slightly, she breathed heavily with her head bowed, her eyes slightly narrowed, and the ripples in the water reflected her image, with a trace of a sinister smile at the corner of her mouth.

The ripples were soon disturbed by the wind, and she rose from the bath.

Her fingertips were still not as satisfying as her precious gemstone.