The Friendship of Gentlemen

Gao Xian had a problem: the memories left behind by the original owner were fragmented, and he couldn't recall many people or events.

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

He just didn't know what their relationship was.

Looking at her, he couldn't help but feel she wasn't exactly a proper sort.

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

The woman skillfully reached to push the door open, only to find it bolted from the inside.

She paused for a moment, then raised her hand to knock gently: "Axian, it's me..."

Her tone was filled with intimacy, which made Gao Xian panic inside the room; he couldn't remember a thing.

Gao Xian didn't want to open the door, but a wooden door couldn't stop a cultivator. This woman looked to have refined energy within her, at least at the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

If she forced her way in, it would be even harder to handle.

After weighing his options, Gao Xian opened the door and let her in. Just as he was wondering how to greet her, she threw herself into his arms.

Gao Xian jumped in fright, the Geng Metal Sword Talisman clutched in his left hand nearly activating.

Fortunately, he was always cautious and knew the power of the talisman, so he didn't dare trigger it lightly.

The woman was oblivious to this, hugging him warmly: "Axian, I missed you so much. Did you miss me?"

Her soft body felt like it contained a ball of fire, so hot that Gao Xian could barely breathe. He instinctively reached out to wrap his arms around her slender waist.

Even through his Daoist robe, Gao Xian could clearly feel her firm, smooth skin and her well-defined curves.

Gao Xian had been practicing the Great Idol Spirit Method with Sister Lan every day, so he already had some practical experience.

Regardless of figure, appearance, temperament, charm, or even technique, Sister Lan was a hundred, no, a thousand times better than this woman.

However, this woman was a living, breathing person, which made the psychological experience entirely different.

Moreover, she was so fresh. At least to Gao Xian, she was.

It was like someone who ate a grand banquet every day—they wouldn't refuse a street snack once in a while.

In his past life, Gao Xian was a corporate slave with no experience with women, but he was an incredibly repressed soul.

As their breaths mingled and their energies connected, a memory suddenly flashed in Gao Xian's mind: the woman's name was Qingping, a fifth-layer Qi Refining cultivator, and it was from her that he had bought the Crimson Blood Pill...

The relationship between Qingping and the original owner was a simple affair.

As Gao Xian recalled the details about Qingping, he immediately realized this little vixen was no good!

The reason was simple: the Crimson Blood Pill was extremely aggressive. Although the original owner had luckily broken through to the second layer of Qi Refining after taking it, his soul had shattered, and he had died on the spot.

What kind of good person would give their friend such a pill!

Gao Xian comforted himself internally, Just play along and don't give yourself away.

The morning light filtering through the window paper fell upon Qingping, outlining her graceful, undulating curves; she seemed to be glowing.

Qingping was naturally fair-skinned, and the fine beads of sweat on her body acted like a layer of transparent glaze, making her look even more supple, full, vibrant, and aesthetically pleasing.

Gao Xian didn't touch her. He was certainly tempted, but the thought of how dangerous this woman was made him fearful.

No matter how good a woman was, his own life was what mattered most.

Qingping slowly regained her senses. She grabbed Gao Xian's hand and said softly: "Axian, I really want to be with you forever..."

Her voice was soft and moist, filled with the laziness of post-satisfaction and a hint of coquettishness that was half-joy and half-tease.

Although Gao Xian was very wary of Qingping, hearing her say this still felt quite gratifying.

How many men didn't like being praised by a woman? Maybe some, but Gao Xian certainly wasn't one of them.

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

Qingping clung to Gao Xian's arm, snuggling close as she asked with a face full of concern: "My good brother, how is the Crimson Blood Pill working out? Is the medicinal effect alright?"

At the mention of the Crimson Blood Pill, Gao Xian instantly calmed down; the original owner had died because of this drug.

If this woman truly liked the original owner, she would never have been willing to give him such a ruthless pill.

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

She was still immersed in the lingering joy of their encounter, and her senses were somewhat dulled.

"My good brother, you are still young and have a solid foundation; you can use the Crimson Blood Pill to improve your cultivation as quickly as possible."

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

"While I can still buy them, you should buy two more to keep on hand..."

Gao Xian sighed inwardly. He thought she was a casual lover, but it turned out she was a drug pusher.

Buy more? One was already lethal! This woman truly didn't fear causing a death.

He put on a troubled face and said: "The Crimson Blood Pill is great, but I have no money. I still don't know how to cover the deficit from the last time I bought medicine!"

Qingping turned her head, wrapped her arms around Gao Xian's neck, and looked at him with a pained expression: "You are an alchemist with a boundless future; why stay in a small pharmacy? Come with me, I'll help you find a place to refine pills. It will definitely have more potential than staying at that shop."

Gao Xian panicked. This woman wasn't just a drug pusher—she was a human trafficker too!

He hurriedly refused, "That won't do, my master would beat me to death."

Qingping sighed, gently stroking Gao Xian's cheek, "You are a grown man now, you don't have to listen to your master all the time..."

Gao Xian shook his head, "A teacher for a day is a father for life."

Although the master in his memories was very strict, even cold-blooded, he was still far more reliable than this woman.

Seeing Gao Xian so resolute, Qingping could only say, "No rush, Sister is always here for you. Whenever you've made up your mind, come find me."

The conversation had hit a dead end; Qingping dressed herself efficiently, her attitude toward Gao Xian cooling noticeably.

"Do you have any more White Dew Pill left? Give me some."

"None left, all the White Dew Pill were traded for Crimson Blood Pill."

Gao Xian shook his head; even if he had them, he wouldn't take them out for Qingping.

He could see it now: this woman was a bottomless pit, taking everything she could get her hands on without a shred of courtesy. He had no idea how the original owner had even gotten involved with someone like her.

Qingping was clearly even more displeased. Suppressing her anger, she said, "You need to refine more White Dew Pill; I have an urgent need for them on my end."

Gao Xian felt a bit annoyed himself. I don't owe you anything, and I didn't even charge you for that massage!

Not to mention that the original owner had kicked the bucket, a life that should be laid squarely at Qingping's feet. This woman still had so many demands; did she really think he was some kind of sycophant?

He had Sister Lan by his side; damn it, he wouldn't fawn over anyone!

Qingping noticed Gao Xian's sour expression and realized her tone had been a bit too harsh.

She playfully poked Gao Xian's chest with her finger, "A big man should have some breadth of spirit; don't wear your displeasure on your face. Everything I do is for your own good!"

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

She added with emphasis, "This is a gift from Sister!"

Gao Xian took the booklet, a smile involuntarily appearing on his face, "Thank you, Sister Qingping."

Qingping found it somewhat amusing; this man changed his face fast!

But that was fine—childish personality, easy to coax and easy to fool.

Sigh, this face is truly handsome, and he's glib and knows how to play! I really am a bit reluctant to let him go.

Qingping stroked Gao Xian's face affectionately, "Cultivate well, Sister will come to see you again in a few days..."