First Night

A few days later, the results of the competition were announced, and five Nascent Soul Realm and ten Core Formation stage disciples were selected. Yue Qianchou, having achieved his wish, was naturally among them.

Furong knew Yue Qianchou was leaving tomorrow, so she spent the whole day in Yue Qianchou's private courtyard at the Alchemy Pavilion. With their separation imminent, they couldn't help but whisper sweet nothings to each other.

The stone table in the courtyard was laden with food, which someone had naturally brought. Furong sat to one side, looking unhappy, and muttered, "What am I going to do without you? I should have gone to participate in the competition too."

Knowing that she didn't want to be separated from him, Yue Qianchou smiled without saying a word, thinking to himself, "If you want to participate in the competition, your father would never agree to it. In this damn sect, people from the same sect fight each other and die without even blinking, as normal as eating."

Sigh! This girl! After her face healed, she's noticeably more cheerful and talkative than before. It's a pity she's still a bit introverted, but that's alright, she's so pretty. If she were too extroverted, she'd definitely cheat on me. That's how it is with beautiful girls! If you don't bother them, plenty of others will bother you.

"Qianchou, you're the most resourceful! Think of a way to take me out with you!" Furong smiled radiantly, stood up, picked up the wine pot, poured wine for Yue Qianchou, and flattered him.

Yue Qianchou had been nagging her for ages, and he was really starting to get a headache. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly stared at Furong's chest and let out a soft "Eh!"

"What's wrong?" Furong noticed his strange look and then looked at her chest, but didn't find anything unusual. It was clear that Furong was already used to his behavior.

Yue Qianchou shook his head solemnly and said, "Something's not right! It seems to be much bigger than last time. What's going on?"

"Really?" Furong looked at her chest suspiciously, then suddenly caught Yue Qianchou smirking. She immediately realized he was teasing her again, her pretty face flushed, and she splashed the wine in her glass at him.

Yue Qianchou dodged to the side, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, chuckling, "Look at you, a young lady like you, how can you lay hands on a man in broad daylight? Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

Furong herself didn't know what was wrong, but every time he pulled her into his arms, she felt all her strength drain away. She struggled weakly and said, "Who told you to always bully me?"

"Nonsense, why would I bully you? I said it's big, and it is. You don't believe me? I'll take you inside for a checkup right now." Yue Qianchou suddenly picked her up and carried her into the room, causing Furong to scream again.

"Gah gah! Shout! Shout! I live here all by myself, no one will know even if you shout yourself hoarse."

Not long after, the sounds of the two playfully fighting came from the room again. The two lay on the bed, their clothes disheveled. Yue Qianchou's fingers had already felt the wetness in a warm spot, and he wanted to explore further, but the beauty beside him cried out "No!" and was immediately clamped down by her elastic thighs.

Yue Qianchou let out a mournful groan, pulling the wicked hand away. He cursed under his breath, "Damn it! This life of being able to see and touch but not eat is too torturous! I'll endure it! Endure it! Endure it!"

The two were languidly half-embracing when Furong suddenly asked, "When are you coming back?"

Yue Qianchou replied listlessly, "I don't know either. He probably won't be back for a while!"

The two fell silent again. Suddenly, Yue Qianchou's soft hand lifted up and grasped his hand, pressing it tremblingly against her full breasts. Yue Qianchou was startled, then turned his head and said with a wry smile, "My dear sister! I've already endured so much, please stop seducing me."

Furong let out an almost inaudible whisper and said, "I'll give it to you."

"What did you say?" Yue Qianchou sat up abruptly, his eyes scanning the alluring body back and forth. He said very solemnly, "I'm very innocent and easily believe what others say. Please don't say anything carelessly! There are gods watching over you. Repeat what you just said. I didn't hear you clearly!"

Furong blushed deeply and dared not repeat herself. She turned away gracefully, remaining silent. Yue Qianchou chuckled and leaned close to her ear, asking, "Aren't you afraid anymore?"

Furong gave a soft "hmm".

"Gah gah!" Yue Qianchou laughed wildly, looking up at the sky. "My God! Long live Chairman Mao!" Then, like a starving man, he pounced on the food...

The spring night is fleeting, the sun rises high, and the Furong blossoms tell tales of spring's beauty. A night of radiant spring light, known only to the two people in the room.

Yue Qianchou gazed at Furong's smooth, fair body with a sigh. In his past life, he had roamed among flowers, picking countless blossoms and possessing rich experience. Yet, in this life, until yesterday, he was still a virgin. This essence of an era had unexpectedly benefited Furong; it was no small feat!

While she was fast asleep, Yue Qianchou tiptoed out of bed and quickly dressed. As soon as he turned around, he saw those large, shy eyes looking at him, and he couldn't help but awkwardly laugh, "You're awake?" He hated the sorrow of parting and had originally intended to sneak away.

"Are you leaving? I'll see you off." Furong picked up a piece of clothing to cover her chest and prop herself up, but suddenly frowned, bit her lip, and stubbornly got out of bed to put on her clothes.

Yue Qianchou glanced at the blood-stained bed, then at Furong's strange gait, and thought to himself, "Oh no, Furong's first time was yesterday, and I was a bit too indulgent." He couldn't help but smile wryly, "How are you going to see me off like this? Aren't you afraid people will notice?"

"No, I..." After walking a few steps, he realized something was wrong and couldn't finish his sentence. Yue Qianchou went to her and gently whispered in her ear, "Listen to me, don't see me off. I just want to tell you that I will always be thinking of you. Just stay in Myriad Fragrance Garden and wait for me to come back. You need to work hard in your cultivation, understand?"

"Hmm!" Furong nodded aggrievedly. Yue Qianchou gently pushed her away, opened the door, and flew straight to the Penglai Pavilion on his sword. He could vaguely hear a sobbing sound...

In front of the Penglai Pavilion, five Nascent Soul Realm disciples and ten Core Formation stage disciples, led by Elder Quan of the Cultivation Pavilion, were ready to depart. Many people were watching. Yue Qianchou saw his master Guan Wei Wu, waving goodbye to him from the crowd, and couldn't help but feel moved. This forgetful master actually remembered he was leaving today; it was truly rare. So, he happily ran over, bowed, and said, "Disciple is leaving now. Please take care, Master!"

"I know, I know." Guan Wei Wu scratched his head and suddenly said in a voice transmission, "Quan Deming, who is leading the team, is my junior brother. I have already told him. If you have any trouble, just ask him. He will help you."

Yue Qianchou thanked him and returned to his group. Suddenly, a voice transmitted to his ear again. "Hmph! Furong didn't return all night last night. Did she spend the night at your place?"

"Damn it!" It was Fei's father-in-law's voice. Yue Qianchou looked around and spotted Fei Denan glaring angrily in the crowd. He was stunned. He had already slept with Fei's daughter. What else could he say? Yue Qianchou bowed respectfully to him.

After speaking with the sect leader, Elder Quan Deming returned to the front of the group, glanced at everyone, and shouted in a deep voice, "Let's go!" He then took the lead and flew away on his sword. "Whoosh, whoosh..." Fifteen flying swords shot out, and fifteen figures swiftly followed through the air. Countless people below looked on with envy!

The wind whistled past Yue Qianchou's ears. He slowed down slightly, glanced back in the direction of the Alchemy Pavilion, wondering if the woman was still crying in her room. A wave of guilt washed over him. He exhaled, then turned sharply, his sword transforming into a streak of light as he rapidly chased after the group ahead...

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