Chu Huai Xu is a Bit Misogynistic?

The words "Demon Purge" immediately brought to Chu Huai Xu's mind the True Martial Emperor.

The True Martial Emperor, also known as the Demon Purging Heavenly Venerable and the Disheveled Ancestor, was a revered deity in Daoism.

Wudang Mountain was his sacred site.

Under normal circumstances, someone descending the mountain to slay demons and vanquish evil wouldn't be worthy of the term "Demon Purge."

But this Junior Uncle of the Dao Sect had achieved the realm of Great Cultivator at nineteen, and the first thing he did upon entering the Fifth Realm was to descend the mountain and start killing!

This was a peerless killer who proved Dao through killing!

For Chu Huai Xu, the good news was that the Jiazi Demon Purge hadn't yet reached a full sixty years—it had only been forty-three so far.

Killing for a full sixty years was a goal the man had set for himself.

The bad news was that everyone had their own definition of what a "demon" was.

And this Junior Uncle undoubtedly had his own set of standards.

Over those forty-plus years, he had wiped out entire lineages of heretical sects.

Facing someone like that, Chu Huai Xu didn't dare gamble.

Thus, his sense of urgency about leveling up grew even stronger.

He didn't know when this Junior Uncle would return to the Dao Sect.

But before he came back, Chu Huai Xu at least needed to reach the First Realm and strive to climb that mountain.

The mountain where that sword stood!

A mountain covered in treasures.

With that thought, Chu Huai Xu's desire for more Experience Points burned even fiercer.

So he guarded Han Shuangjiang even more tightly, making sure not a single Water Blade touched her.

—Please, let me keep monopolizing the experience.

At this moment, Chu Huai Xu had no idea that his involuntary shiver had set Han Shuangjiang, a theoretical type, off on wild thoughts.

Then again, what else could you expect from a theoretical type? If she were a seasoned practitioner who'd been through the real deal, she'd know a shiver never stops at just one.

"You, why are you trembling!" Han Shuangjiang's face was flushed red, tinged with shame and indignation, as she blurted out.

"Huh? I trembled just now?" Chu Huai Xu genuinely hadn't noticed.

Hearing the surprise in his voice, this Big Ice Block fell into embarrassment again, realizing she'd been letting her wild thoughts run wild.

Her body wasn't dirty—it was her heart.

She even felt a twinge of self-blame.

"He's blocking all the Water Blades for me, and they're still increasing. It's normal for him to shake from the pain. How could I... how could I think about that!"

There was no denying it—Red Sleeves Beckon and the Joyful Sect's foundational teachings had been branded into the depths of her soul.

This made her, as always, start to loathe herself a little.

Even back when she first met Chu Huai Xu and blurted out "Cultivation Cauldron" like a ghost possessed her, she'd felt deep disgust at herself after realizing it.

The man pressed against her back noticed her lowering her head, her expression forlorn.

Having already finished his fishing expedition, he spoke again: "Time's half over. The Water Blades don't seem to be increasing anymore—they're staying at this number."

"That's good," Han Shuangjiang said softly.

Then she asked the same question again: "Can you really hold on? Don't push yourself."

Chu Huai Xu's reply was just as green-tea as before: "It's fine. I can still take it."

He'd already figured it out—Han Shuangjiang had no idea what his pain threshold really was.

Or maybe she'd heard me screaming during training from next door? So she never realized I'd fully "transcended" in the process?

In the end, this Big Ice Block just said, like every other time: "Oh."

Chu Huai Xu was speechless. He looked down at her and said irritably, "Oh, oh, oh—is 'oh' the only word you know?"

Han Shuangjiang said nothing.

With the conversation cut off so abruptly again, the chain reaction was that both of them snapped their focus back to their bodies.

—"Chu Huai Xu is a bit misogynistic."

He suddenly felt his knee press against the back of her calf.

Her jade-like legs were long, the flesh of her thighs well-proportioned and springy.

For someone with wide hips and a broad pelvis, it was nearly impossible for their thighs to be as thin as bamboo poles.

If they were, their legs would be spread wide apart, unable to close. Back on Earth, in school days, that would've gotten you pointed fingers and all kinds of nasty gossip.

Han Shuangjiang had an irresistibly alluring hip-and-pelvis curve, so the roots of her thighs were round, full, and tightly sealed, with a certain plumpness.

But her calves were slender, and her jade legs were incredibly long, so the fullness at the top didn't make her legs look thick overall—it actually became a plus.

And so, every touch of her thigh flesh was all the more soul-stirring.

Realizing they were touching again, Han Shuangjiang instinctively shrank back.

She grabbed the protruding rocks on the stone wall and leaned forward.

Under the force of the water, her plump chest pressed against the stone wall once more.

Her clothes had already been torn by the Water Blade, revealing a deep cleavage.

Now, squeezed together, the soft white flesh spread outward, pressing even tighter inward.

Yet the shape still held its unique fullness, proving it looked soft but had decent elasticity.

Chu Huai Xu felt like the joint between his neck and face had frozen—he couldn't turn his head, couldn't look away.

He just stared into the "abyss."

--It was only human nature.

Time ticked by, and every accidental touch between them made them silently flinch away.

But with so many instances, and the silence between them, the ambiguous, intimate atmosphere lingered stubbornly.

Suddenly, they faintly heard a commotion and Liu Chengqi's angry roar.

The sound came from behind.

Chu Huai Xu stayed fairly calm, but Han Shuangjiang jolted in fright.

So much so that his chest pressed directly against her back.

Her plump, perky buttocks rubbed against him again.

This time, it even seemed to get caught in the cleft for a moment, bouncing up and down slightly.

It made Han Shuangjiang's thin, wet undergarment, already wedged in her cleft, sink in even deeper.

Both of them felt a numbing electric shock race through their bodies.

They stiffened, frozen like stone, not daring to move.

Worse still, he vaguely felt a sense of emptiness.

--"Chu Huai Xu is somewhat misogynistic."

In the end, it was the frightened Han Shuangjiang who spoke first.

"Could someone be coming in?"

That was her biggest fear.

Earlier, she'd felt her body heat up, but now, in those tattered spots, she sensed a chill.

"Relax, they won't get in anytime soon. Can't you tell that's just impotent rage?" Chu Huai Xu stayed calm, trying to keep his cool.

He guessed Liu Chengqi had been lucky enough to escape the maze earlier and was now stuck in the Illusionary realm.

Probably running out of patience, the young man was making all this noise.

"Looks like this Stone door has terrible soundproofing," Chu Huai Xu said softly.

Strangely enough, with a man and woman alone together so close, normal speech was fine, but this whisper-like tone made their ears tingle.

"Oh," Han Shuangjiang replied, still tense.

If anyone saw this sensual scene, she'd want to die.

Why did this quarter of an hour feel so endless?

Finally, the countdown in Chu Huai Xu's system hit zero.

The surging Water Blade dissipated completely, and the four holes stopped spewing Body Tempering Potion.

"Alright, the trial's over. That Transparent Barrier should be gone," he reminded her.

Han Shuangjiang immediately reached out and knocked—it was indeed gone.

Seeing this, she hurried to escape this "troubled spot."

But Chu Huai Xu spoke up: "Go ashore first, press your hand on the Spirit Disk, and open the Stone door ahead."

"There's still some leftover Body Tempering Potion here. I'll absorb it a bit longer—don't waste it," he explained, stepping back.

"Okay." Han Shuangjiang quickly climbed ashore.

"Splash!" Water droplets fell from her, soaking the green stone slabs on the bank.

Chu Huai Xu looked up at her, taking in the full view of her wet back.

From this angle, her jade-like legs seemed even longer.

Her soaked clothes turned slightly translucent, clinging to her skin, faintly outlining her legs.

The wet fabric hugged her perfectly curved hips and waist—so full, so perky. A tear at the waist-hip junction revealed a patch of snow-white skin.

It was positioned at a precarious spot, as if he could see the top of her cleft, yet not quite.

The girl was too beautiful—everything was just right, like the creator's masterpiece.

More than that, every touch from before was still fresh in his memory.

But just now, the pool had been filled with Body Tempering Potion, making everything beneath the water impossible to see clearly.

Now that she had stepped ashore, it was hard not to let the mind wander—to wonder if the places he had touched were here, or there.

The shoulder, the leg, the hip, the waist.

These wild thoughts simply couldn't be suppressed!

They grew, and grew, and grew!

—"Chu Huai Xu has a bit of misogyny"?

Han Shuangjiang walked toward the Spirit Disk, and as she moved, dynamic beauty replaced static beauty.

After only a few steps, she took a spare robe from her Storage Token and draped it over herself.

She didn't even think about finding a place to change clothes.

Even if Chu Huai Xu turned his back to her, she couldn't bear to be naked behind a man.

Han Shuangjiang arrived at the Spirit Disk and, as Chu Huai Xu had instructed, placed her palm on it.

A mysterious force began to ripple outward, and the needle on the Spirit Disk started to move, soon sliding all the way to the mark for the number ten.

Nine Yin Physique, Super Grade Spiritual Embryo!

The young girl lifted her beautiful eyes toward the stone door ahead, holding her breath.

Chu Huai Xu also looked at the stone door.

The door did not open.

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