Dao Sect Junior Uncle

"Sword Refining Art Experience Points +50."

"Sword Refining Art Experience Points +50."

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Every so often, Chu Huai Xu would gain Experience Points from the dual effects of the Water Blade and the Body Tempering Potion.

But his mind wasn't entirely on that.

--He was still a bit distracted, to say the least.

Han Shuangjiang was drenched through.

Her outer robe, inner garment, and even the innermost undergarments were all plastered against her snow-white skin.

The soaked undergarments had even wedged themselves into the cleft of her buttocks.

On top of that, the Water Blade was ruthless yet clever, cutting with just the right precision.

Her tattered clothes, washed by the current, occasionally exposed patches of skin.

Chu Huai Xu could tell her skin was ice-white.

If touched by clear water, it only grew paler.

The only flaw was that the water in the pool was a faint bluish-black—not deep in color, but far from clear.

His view was somewhat obstructed, and the submerged parts had a hazy quality.

But the hazier it was, the more it amplified even the slightest touches, stirring wild thoughts.

To be honest, during this time, Chu Huai Xu hadn't had many lustful thoughts about the stunning beauty before him.

He had just transmigrated, and he still felt a vague sense of detachment from the entire Xuanhuang Realm.

Sometimes he even treated it like a game, not a real world.

Plus, due to his profession, he had a mild aversion to women, so those thoughts were even less likely.

Yet, skin-to-skin contact truly had an inexplicable effect.

It was like a man who grew up with a beautiful woman as a childhood friend, seeing her as a buddy because they were raised together.

But once an unusual physical touch happened by accident, the friendship could easily sour!

You'd start thinking: Why didn't I notice her figure was this good before?

Why didn't I realize her skin was this fair before?

Why didn't I see how nice her lips were before?

--Physiology had its own terrifying power!

Perhaps that's why many people love to mention the term "physiological attraction."

And why Chu Huai Xu had bluntly told her not to move earlier, despite the awkwardness.

It was purely because men and women are different—some bodily reactions he simply couldn't hide.

Han Shuangjiang was soaking in the water, so even if something happened with this noble lady, it wouldn't matter much.

But Chu Huai Xu was different. Since they were barely touching, it was easy for things to bump.

If he got too stimulated and she noticed, that would be a true social death!

So he chose to speak up. If she didn't listen, it was her fault.

He was determined to keep his hands clean.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to brew, so much so that both of them almost forgot they were undergoing a senior's trial.

Han Shuangjiang could now dodge most of the Water Blades, and Chu Huai Xu wasn't afraid of the pain at all.

What's more, his wounds seemed to heal faster than hers, which was a bit strange.

Even stranger, despite the thick medicinal scent, he felt he could catch her faint fragrance.

Often, the more handsome the man and the more beautiful the woman, the more they feared the atmosphere heating up to that point!

Chu Huai Xu glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Now, he felt Han Shuangjiang perfectly fit the description of curvy and well-proportioned.

And she wasn't the delicate and refined type of beauty—she was more on the grand side.

When her face wasn't so cold, it took on a bright and beautiful quality.

If he looked down, he could see she had quite the assets. Those two plump, rounded mounds were half-submerged in the water, half-exposed, with a deep cleavage clearly visible.

Time ticked by, and the number of Water Blades increased every so often.

After hesitating for a long while, Han Shuangjiang broke the silence first: "Are you sure that as long as we endure the time, this round of the trial will end?"

"I'm sure." Chu Huai Xu said in a deep voice.

For some reason, his voice now seemed rougher than usual.

"Oh." She responded, then tried to tuck her plump, curvaceous buttocks further inward.

At this moment, both of them had their hands gripping the protrusions on the underwater stone wall.

Han Shuangjiang wasn't sure why Chu Huai Xu had decided that this trial was all about waiting out the clock.

But she still chose to trust him.

What she didn't know was that, in Chu Huai Xu's eyes, the senior who designed this trial was truly rotten to the core.

Most people didn't have a pain tolerance as absurd as his.

Faced with an "underwater flaying," if you couldn't find a way to break it, you'd naturally choose to swim back to shore first.

After all, you could think just as well on land—there was no reason the knives in the water would sharpen your mind.

And then, the moment you re-entered the water—hey! The countdown restarts!

If you didn't endure the full half-hour, you'd never find the solution!

"Old pervert, do you just love torturing people?" Chu Huai Xu couldn't understand the man's motives.

At that moment, Han Shuangjiang's cheeks burned slightly as she glanced at the arms Chu Huai Xu had wrapped around her.

His sleeves had been shredded by the Water Blades.

"Does he really feel no pain at all?" she wondered.

After hesitating a moment longer, she spoke again: "Are you sure you're okay?"

For some reason, Chu Huai Xu's reply came off as rather passive-aggressive: "I'm fine. I can endure it."

"Oh," she said again.

But inside, she thought: If he's enduring it, then it must be agonizing and painful, right?

For her, though, the prolonged silence between them was actually more uncomfortable.

And there was another thing—what if someone else came in?

Liu Chengqi and his group were still trapped outside.

But no one could be sure that someone wouldn't suddenly barge in.

If that happened, this rather... intimate scene underwater would be seen by outsiders.

That was something she absolutely couldn't accept.

So Han Shuangjiang was extremely tense right now.

Anyone in the know understood that when it came to matters between men and women, the more dangerous the situation, the more sensitive and thrilling it became.

This strange sensation left her flustered, her delicate body growing even warmer.

"How much longer?" Han Shuangjiang asked again, making conversation for the sake of it.

"About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense," Chu Huai Xu replied.

"How do you know?"

"Don't ask. Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand."

"How do you know I wouldn't understand if you don't tell me?" She turned her head, frowning in challenge.

But the movement, affected by buoyancy, made it hard for her to control herself, and she ended up brushing against Chu Huai Xu again.

Startled, Chu Huai Xu quickly arched his hips backward, silently warning his little brother not to raise its head.

Damn it, I'm here to snag a lucky break, not for my dick to go begging for alms!

Realizing she'd made another mistake, Han Shuangjiang quickly turned her head back, her body stiffening, her plump rear growing even more numb.

The two fell into silence again, barely able to exchange a few words.

Chu Huai Xu heard her trying to start conversations several times and saw right through her—an experienced companion knew she was just trying to ease the awkwardness and distract herself through talk.

If the silence dragged on, the physical sensations would become even more acute!

He did have one topic he'd been meaning to bring up but hadn't found the right moment.

Now, could he "take advantage of the situation"?

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you," he said suddenly.

Han Shuangjiang snapped out of her daze: "Ah, go ahead."

"Where did you meet that Storyteller?" Chu Huai Xu had unexpectedly joined the Dao Sect and needed more information.

"In Willow County," she answered without hiding it.

"What was your impression of him?" He continued probing.

"Hard to say. He felt like a lofty expert Playing in the mortal world," Han Shuangjiang replied.

"Why do you think that?" he pressed.

Han Shuangjiang, eager to keep talking, was now happy to share everything she knew.

"It's just that he seemed a bit flaky. Whenever there was a reflective surface, he couldn't help but take a look at himself," she answered tactfully.

Chu Huai Xu understood—he was basically insufferably vain.

It reminded him of his school days, when some image-conscious boys would fuss over their hair in the bathroom, and a few even kept a small mirror in their desk.

But he didn't feel like laughing now.

The reason was simple—he had already guessed who this person was.

"Someone who could make Li Chunsong personally descend the mountain to receive him, who loves playing in the mortal world, and is this vain..."

"Mostly because he's extremely vain!"

"This storyteller is very likely the junior uncle of Li Chunsong and the others."

A former Ninth Realm cultivator, a figure who once stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world!

Ever since Chu Huai Xu arrived at the Dao Sect, he had harbored a strong sense of insecurity.

After all, he knew full well that Li Chunsong, that dead gambling dog, had gotten it wrong.

By sheer accident, he had been brought up the mountain, swapping scripts with Xu Ziqing.

Paper can't wrap fire—sooner or later, this would all come to light.

Though Chu Huai Xu had already paved the way earlier and emphasized that he had never met any storyteller, these were just petty tricks.

Before a true Great Cultivator, all clever schemes were futile.

But what if, by sheer chance, what you picked up was a pearl buried in dust?

What if, after a good polish, it truly lived up to the poem: "Now the dust is gone, light shines forth, illuminating ten thousand blossoms across mountains and rivers"?

That dead gambling dog would only think he'd struck gold, gotten a bargain.

Well, since this little genius had come all this way, right?

Then why not just keep him in the Dao Sect!

Thus, Chu Huai Xu had always felt a sense of urgency in his cultivation, a sense of crisis.

Upon learning that the storyteller was that legendary figure, Chu Huai Xu's alarm bells rang instantly.

The reason was simple—this Dao Sect Junior Uncle had a heavy killing intent and was decisive in slaughter.

—This person proved Dao through killing.

He had already become a Great Cultivator at a young age.

The most famous label attached to the junior uncle was the Jiazi Demon Purge.

It wasn't that in some particular year of the Jiazi cycle, the junior uncle descended the mountain to slay demons.

Rather, he had spent an entire Jiazi cycle killing down the mountain.

—A full sixty years of slaughter.

At that thought, Chu Huai Xu couldn't help but shiver.

Han Shuangjiang frowned, her body stiffened, her jade-like legs tightened, and her full buttocks clenched, wondering if it was just her imagination:

"Did he just shudder?"

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