First Intimate Contact (1)

Qu Ping'er's surprised expression pleased him. Liu Zhengguang said with a bit of smugness, "My grandfather obtained it by chance when he wiped out a small Demonic Path sect some time ago. Different levels of pill recipes are protected by different levels of restrictions. It's laughable that the small Demonic Path sect, unable to break the restrictions, just left it aside for so many years. Heh! My grandfather has already opened the first layer of restrictions, and some of the pill recipes inside are indeed extraordinary."

Qu Ping'er frowned and asked, "This is sect spoils of war, and such an important treasure. It should belong to the sect. Why would the Sect Master give it to you?" Her question actually stemmed from suspicion that the Liu grandfather and grandson duo intended to claim the treasure for themselves.

"Of course, it must be handed over. Who would dare to swallow it whole? Even if they did, how could anyone gather the medicinal ingredients for the pill recipes with their own ability? However, my grandfather said that whoever hands this over to the sect will receive immense credit. And my grandfather is already the Sect Master of Qingguang Sect, so, well..." Liu Zhengguang smiled meaningfully. He looked at Qu Ping'er and said slowly, "So my grandfather said this item rightfully belongs to me to hand over to the sect, and thus, this immense credit naturally falls upon me. The purpose of this trip is precisely to find a good reason to submit the item to the sect. Otherwise, I wouldn't even leave the Qingguang Sect's mountain gate, and handing over this item would only arouse suspicion."

Qu Ping'er was slightly shocked. Firstly, she found it hard to believe that the dignified Sect Master of Qingguang Sect would do such a thing. Secondly, if he revealed such a secret to her, wouldn't that force her to submit to him?

Yue Qianchou, outside the door, pricked up his ears. Anything that the Liu grandfather and grandson put so much effort into must be no ordinary treasure. He never expected to overhear this secret by chance. Yue Qianchou held his breath, not daring to make a sound, and surveyed both ends of the corridor. Seeing that it was still quiet, he pressed his ear back to the door.

In fact, if it weren't for the inexplicable special effects of the golden bead, how could he, with his cultivation, have eavesdropped on Liu Zhengguang's conversation? He would have been discovered long ago.

"Although this credit is great, I don't want to enjoy it alone. As long as Junior Sister agrees to be my cultivation partner, I am willing to share half of the credit with you. When I submit it, I will inform the sect that we discovered this treasure together. Junior Sister, what do you think?" Liu Zhengguang proposed what he thought was a very tempting offer.

Qu Ping'er was in a difficult position. Ever since she saw Yue Qianchou downstairs, she had given up the idea of dual cultivation with Liu Zhengguang. But now that Liu Zhengguang had told her everything, she feared she had no choice but to agree, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Junior Sister! Can my honesty not move you?" Liu Zhengguang saw her still hesitating and his tone became somewhat displeased, already laced with threats.

Qu Ping'er naturally understood. She bit her lip and smiled, "Senior Brother, such great credit suddenly falling upon me has made my head a bit muddled. Could you give me some peace and quiet? I will give you my answer tomorrow."

"Alright! Then I won't disturb Junior Sister's rest." Liu Zhengguang stood up and replied readily. Qu Ping'er stood up and said, "Farewell, Senior Brother."

Liu Zhengguang grunted. His gaze swept over her beautiful face and full chest, then glanced at the bed in the room. In his mind, he could already imagine his Junior Sister moaning under him tomorrow. He didn't think his Junior Sister could refuse the temptation he offered. He walked out with a smile.

As soon as Liu Zhengguang closed the door to his own room, the door to the room next to Qu Ping'er's quietly opened.

Qu Ping'er sighed and was about to close her door when Yue Qianchou stood before her with a grin. Qu Ping'er's bright eyes suddenly sparkled with brilliance. Before she could react, Yue Qianchou had already squeezed in sideways. During the process, he caught a faint, subtle fragrance and couldn't help but inhale deeply. Based on his experience from his previous life, Qu Ping'er was still an intact virgin.

"Martial Uncle Yue!" After Qu Ping'er closed the door and bolted it, she suppressed her surprise and saluted him.

Yue Qianchou waved his hand and said with a smile, "No need for formalities. We haven't seen each other for a long time." After speaking, he sat down as if he were at home.

"Mmm! Since we parted at the Qingguang Sect's Spirit Stone mine, I haven't seen Martial Uncle for a year," Qu Ping'er said softly, also sitting down opposite him.

"Haha, if we are fated, we will meet. See, aren't we meeting now?" Yue Qianchou said with a hearty laugh.

"I heard back then that Martial Uncle was killed by the Demonic Path at the Spirit Stone mine. The entire Qingguang Sect thought you were really dead. I never expected to meet you here. By the way! Since Martial Uncle is fine, why didn't you return to Qingguang Sect?" Qu Ping'er naturally had questions to ask. As she spoke, she switched to a clean cup, poured tea, and placed it opposite him.

"Fortunately, I was blessed with great fortune. Otherwise, I really wouldn't have been able to see you." Shaking his head and sighing, Yue Qianchou unceremoniously picked up the teacup and drank it down in one gulp, saying, "Return to Qingguang Sect? Hmph! If I had really returned to Qingguang Sect back then, I'm afraid even my bones would be gone by now. Do you think the Sect Master and Wu Baoru and the other Elders would let me go? Rather than lose my life, it's better to be a free and unfettered rogue cultivator outside."

Qu Ping'er thought that what he said was not unreasonable. If she had stayed in Qingguang Sect, she probably wouldn't have had a good outcome. After refilling his tea, she slowly asked, "Has Martial Uncle been living outside for the past year or so? Have you been well?"

"So-so, I've managed to get by."

Qu Ping'er hummed and looked at Yue Qianchou. She didn't quite believe it. How many rogue cultivators in the Cultivation World, if they didn't have high cultivation or the protection of a sect, could live well? He was still the same, bearing all his hardships alone. She just didn't know when they would meet again after this parting. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but ask, "Is Martial Uncle really never returning to Qingguang Sect?"

"Not returning. Uh..." Yue Qianchou suddenly asked, "You won't tell Qingguang Sect that I'm still alive, will you?"

Qu Ping'er paused, feeling as if her heart had been pierced by a needle. She then bit her lip tightly, and after a long while, slowly said, "Does Qu Ping'er seem so untrustworthy in Martial Uncle's eyes?"

Damn it! I've provoked this girl. That's not right! Why does it feel a bit strange? Could it be that this girl has fallen for me?

Thinking that her judgment was correct, she was overjoyed and made her calculations in secret. She dared not say anything more to provoke Qu Ping'er and quickly changed the subject, "Since I have left Qingguang Sect, you shouldn't call me Martial Uncle anymore. Call me by my name from now on, and let's be friends! By the way, can I call you Ping'er from now on?" After saying this, he downed the tea in front of him.

Ping'er! What an intimate address.

With just that sentence, the melancholy on Qu Ping'er's face vanished without a trace. Her eyes gazed at Yue Qianchou tenderly, and she nodded in affirmation. She then stood up, holding the teapot, and refilled his cup.

Yue Qianchou was now one hundred percent certain that Qu Ping'er indeed had feelings for him. He raised his hand to touch his nose, a smile flashing across his face. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her hand as she was pouring tea. He could clearly feel her palm stiffen, but she didn't pull it back, letting him hold it.

What does he want? Qu Ping'er's face flushed crimson, her heart pounding uncontrollably, and she no longer dared to look at him directly.