The Friendship of Gentlemen

Gao Xian had a problem: the memories left behind by the original owner were incomplete. He didn't remember many things or many people.

Since this woman looked familiar, the original owner must have known her.

He just didn't know what their relationship had been.

Looking at her, he couldn't shake the feeling that she wasn't entirely proper.

Ever since Zhu Qiniang had come looking for him last time, Gao Xian had known the original owner was no innocent.

The woman tried to push the door open with practiced ease, only to find it bolted from the inside.

She thought for a moment, then raised her hand and gently knocked. "A-Xian, it's me..."

There was an intimacy in her voice that made Gao Xian panic a little. He couldn't remember a thing.

Gao Xian didn't want to open the door, but a wooden door couldn't stop a cultivator. The woman looked full of vigor; she had to be at least in the middle stage of Qi Refining.

If she forced her way in, she'd be even harder to handle.

After weighing it over, Gao Xian still opened the door and let her in. He was just wondering how he should greet her when the woman suddenly threw herself into his arms.

Gao Xian jolted in fright. The Geng Metal Sword Talisman in his left hand nearly activated.

Luckily, he was always cautious. He knew how powerful the talisman was and didn't dare use it lightly.

The woman had no idea. She hugged Gao Xian warmly. "A-Xian, I've missed you so much. Did you miss me?"

Her soft body seemed to conceal a ball of fire. She was so hot that Gao Xian could barely catch his breath, and he naturally put an arm around her slender waist.

Even through her Daoist robe, Gao Xian could clearly feel her firm, smooth skin and her shapely curves.

Gao Xian practiced the Great Idol Spirit Method with Sister Lan every day, so he'd already gained some real experience.

In figure, looks, bearing, charm, and even technique, Sister Lan was a hundred, a thousand times better than this woman.

But this woman was a living, breathing person, and that felt completely different psychologically.

Besides, she was so fresh and new. At least, she was to Gao Xian.

Even someone who ate an imperial feast every day wouldn't turn down the occasional street snack.

In his previous life, Gao Xian had been an office drone with little experience with women, but he'd been an exceptionally horny sort.

As their breaths mingled and their auras intertwined, a memory suddenly flashed through Gao Xian's mind: the woman was called Qingping, a fifth-layer Qi Refining cultivator. She was the one he'd bought the Crimson Blood Pill from...

Qingping and the original owner had been nothing more than lovers.

Once Gao Xian remembered the details about Qingping, he immediately realized that this little minx was no good!

The reason was simple: the Crimson Blood Pill was extremely potent. The original owner had luckily broken through to the second layer after taking it, but his soul had then collapsed, and he'd died on the spot.

What kind of friend would give someone a pill like that?

Gao Xian reassured himself, I'll just play along and make sure I don't give myself away.

The morning light filtering through the window paper fell on Qingping, outlining her graceful curves. She seemed to glow all over.

Qingping was already fair-skinned, and the fine sheen of sweat covering her body was like a layer of transparent glaze, making her look even more radiant, full, and alive. She was a truly beautiful sight.

Gao Xian hadn't touched Qingping. Of course he was tempted, but when he thought of how dangerous she was, he felt a little afraid.

No matter how wonderful a woman might be, his life mattered more.

Qingping slowly came to her senses. She took Gao Xian's hand and said softly, "A-Xian, your big sister really wishes we could be together forever..."

Her voice was gentle, languid with contentment, and tinged with a coquettishness that was half delighted, half teasing.

Gao Xian was wary of Qingping, but hearing her say that still pleased him.

What man didn't like being praised by a woman? Maybe some didn't, but Gao Xian wasn't one of them.

Gao Xian didn't know what to say, so he could only give her a polite smile.

Qingping clung to Gao Xian's arm and leaned against him. Concern filled her face as she asked, "Good little brother, how did the Crimson Blood Pill work for you? Was its effect good?"

At the mention of the Crimson Blood Pill, Gao Xian immediately sobered up. The original owner had died because of that pill.

If this woman had really cared about the original owner, how could she have borne to give him such a potent pill?

Qingping was nestled in Gao Xian's arms and couldn't see his changing expression.

She was still immersed in the afterglow of her pleasure, and her senses were dulled.

"Good little brother, you're still young and have a strong foundation. You can use the Crimson Blood Pill to raise your cultivation as quickly as possible.

"Especially now that you're at the second layer, right at the crucial stage of strengthening your bones and renewing your blood. The Crimson Blood Pill is perfect for you.

"While I can still get my hands on them, you should buy a couple more to keep in reserve..."

Gao Xian sighed inwardly. He'd thought she was a casual lover, but she turned out to be a pill shill.

Buy a few more? One pill had nearly killed him! This woman really didn't care if people died.

He put on a troubled expression. "The Crimson Blood Pill is great, but I don't have any money. I still don't know how I'm going to cover the debt from buying medicine last time!"

Qingping turned around and wrapped her arms around Gao Xian's neck, her face full of concern. "You're an alchemist with a boundless future. Why stay cooped up in a little medicine shop? Come with your big sister. I'll find you a place to make pills. You'll have a much better future than staying at the shop."

Gao Xian panicked a little. This woman wasn't just a pill shill—she was a human trafficker too!

He hurriedly refused. "I can't do that. My master would beat me to death."

Qingping sighed and gently stroked Gao Xian's cheek. "You're a grown man now. You don't have to listen to your master all the time..."

Gao Xian shook his head. "Once a master, a father for life."

The master in his memories had been strict, even cold. But he was still more trustworthy than this woman.

Seeing how firm Gao Xian was, Qingping could only say, "There's no rush. Your big sister will always welcome you. Whenever you've made up your mind, come find me."

They weren't seeing eye to eye. Qingping briskly got dressed, and her attitude toward Gao Xian had clearly cooled.

"Do you still have any White Dew Pills? Give me some."

"No, I traded them all for Crimson Blood Pills."

Gao Xian shook his head. Even if he had any, he wouldn't give them to Qingping.

He could see it now: this woman wanted to take whatever she could, without the slightest bit of courtesy. He had no idea how the original owner had gotten involved with someone like her.

Qingping was clearly even more displeased. She suppressed her anger and said, "You need to make more White Dew Pills. I urgently need them."

Gao Xian was getting annoyed too. It wasn't like he owed her anything, and she hadn't even paid him for the massage!

Not to mention that the original owner had died, and Qingping had that death on her head. This woman still had the nerve to make demands. Did she really think he was some lovesick puppy?

He had Sister Lan by his side. Damn it, he wasn't going to fawn over anyone!

Qingping noticed Gao Xian's expression and realized she'd spoken too harshly.

She coyly tapped him on the chest with a finger. "You're a grown man. Have some magnanimity. Don't let your displeasure show the moment you're unhappy. I'm only doing this for your sake!"

As she spoke, Qingping took a yellowed booklet from her bosom and handed it to Gao Xian. "I found the spell you wanted."

She even made a point of adding, "This is a gift from your big sister!"

Gao Xian took the booklet, and a smile appeared on his face. "Thank you, Sister Ping."

Qingping couldn't help laughing a little. This man's expression really changed fast!

But that was good too. He had a childlike temperament, so he was easy to coax and fool.

Sigh, that face really is handsome. He's good with words and good in bed! I really can't bear to let him go.

Qingping affectionately stroked Gao Xian's face. "Practice hard. Your big sister will come see you again in a few days..."