"Wuwu..."
Huo Wu made one final attempt to resist.
But it was more like playing hard to get.
Her long legs bent slightly.
Slender and delicate.
Yet they still held a hint of strength.
Her pert bottom brushed lightly against the grass.
Yu Xiaolong's palm slid slowly down her back.
At last, it came to rest on the curve of her pert bottom.
It felt wonderful.
Firm and springy.
Huo Wu's body trembled faintly.
At last, she gave up resisting.
Her hands stopped pushing him away.
Instead, they wrapped around Yu Xiaolong's neck.
After a long while.
Their lips parted.
A glistening thread stretched between them, then snapped.
Huo Wu gasped for breath.
Her chest heaved violently.
She looked at Yu Xiaolong, her expression complicated.
Her stubborn nature made her want to say something harsh.
But when the words reached her lips, they turned into:
"Y-you... when did you wake up?"
"While you were bandaging me."
Yu Xiaolong's voice was a little hoarse.
It held the distinctive magnetism of a mature man.
Huo Wu's face flushed even redder.
Did that mean...
He'd known about all her little tricks?
"I... I only did it because you looked so pitiful..."
"It wasn't because I liked you..."
Before she could finish.
Yu Xiaolong kissed her again.
This time, he was more domineering.
And more fervent.
Huo Wu was kissed until she was dizzy.
Her mind went blank.
She wanted to say, "Old man, let go of me."
But her body was honest.
She eagerly met his kiss.
"Very well-organized."
Yu Xiaolong murmured.
Huo Wu blinked.
She didn't understand.
But soon, she had no time to think about it.
Yu Xiaolong's hand had already slipped beneath her skirt.
A night of intimate entanglement had only just begun.
Under the moonlight.
By the lakeside.
Her red skirt lay scattered across the grass.
Like a rose in full bloom.
Huo Wu bit her lip.
She tried to keep herself from making a sound.
But...
"Mm..."
A soft moan slipped through her lips after all.
This old man...
So annoying...
What happened to that promised time to recover?
Why was he starting again...
The lake shimmered with ripples.
Reflecting the starry sky.
And the two figures entwined on the shore.
The night was still long.
The main hall of White Family Fortress.
A white-haired elder sat in a grand armchair, his brow furrowed so deeply it could crush a fly.
He glared at the girl in purple before him, his beard quivering with rage.
"You little rascal, you've crippled another boy from the Li Family in the east of the city!"
Bai Chenxiang folded her arms, chin tilted up.
Her purple twin ponytails swayed lightly with the movement.
"Father, they were just too useless."
The girl's voice was clear, her pride utterly matter-of-fact.
"This young lady is the greatest expert under heaven!"
She thrust out her chest, her curves evident beneath her purple outfit.
Her full, firm breasts were like ripe papayas.
The movement made them sway twice.
The elder helplessly tapped the armrest. "You're a girl..."
"Fighting and brawling all day long—what sort of behavior is that?"
"How will you ever get married?"
Bai Chenxiang snorted and turned away.
Her purple ponytail swept through an arc.
"Get married? Who's worthy of me?"
"I'm the greatest genius in the Bai Clan!"
As she spoke, her bottom tensed with the turn.
Its pert curve showed faintly beneath her purple skirt.
The maids lowered their heads, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Everyone knew the young miss's temper.
She was fiercely competitive and never admitted defeat.
The elder knew he couldn't talk her around.
His daughter had shown extraordinary talent from childhood.
When her Martial Soul awakened, purple light soared into the sky.
The whole of White Family Fortress had been shaken.
From then on, she'd decided she was Heaven's favored daughter.
Anyone who dared call themselves a genius in front of her.
Would be beaten until they knelt and begged for mercy.
The elder sighed, his tone softening.
"Little rascal, even a genius shouldn't be too arrogant."
"The Star Luo Empire is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers..."
Bai Chenxiang cut him off outright.
"Hidden dragons and crouching tigers?"
"That's only because they haven't met me!"
She turned and strode off, the hem of her purple outfit fluttering.
Her long legs were straight and strong.
As she walked, her waist swayed.
"When this young lady makes her move, everyone else had better step aside!"
By the time her words fell, she had already left the main hall.
The elder watched his daughter's retreating figure and shook his head with a sigh.
"This child's going to learn a hard lesson sooner or later..."
Bai Chenxiang walked along the covered corridor.
Her boots clicked crisply against the stone slabs.
A disdainful smile tugged at her lips.
She thought about what her father had just said.
"Girls shouldn't fight and brawl?"
"Why not?"
"Men can be competitive and combative, but women can't?"
She'd known since childhood that she was different from everyone else.
She awakened her Martial Soul at six and defeated a Soul Master at seven.
At ten, she had no equal among her generation in the Bai Clan.
Now, at fifteen, even the elders looked at her with new respect.
That strength made her confident.
And arrogant.
"In this world, I'm the only one who gets to trample others."
"No one gets to trample me!"
She habitually folded her arms.
The gesture made her full chest stand out even more.
The collar of her purple outfit gaped slightly.
A deep hollow was faintly visible.
When she reached the entrance to her courtyard.
Her maid, Zi'er, hurried over.
Zi'er was her personal maid, and they'd grown up together.
"Miss, you're back?"
Bai Chenxiang gave a soft hum and walked into the courtyard.
Wisteria grew there, and it was in full bloom.
Petals drifted down, settling on her twin ponytails.
"Father was nagging me about that stuff again."
"So annoying."
Zi'er covered her mouth with a laugh. "Master only wants what's best for you."
"You have been beating up quite a lot of people these past few days, Miss."
Bai Chenxiang shot her a glare.
"They were the ones who called themselves geniuses first!"
"Did they think they were worthy in front of me?"
Zi'er hurriedly nodded in agreement.
She didn't dare risk provoking her young miss.
She knew what her young miss was like.
She hated hearing that anyone was better than her.
Even when it was a genius from some rumor.
Her young miss would personally challenge them.
Until they submit.
Bai Chenxiang sat down on a stone stool in the courtyard.
She crossed one leg over the other.
The long lines of her legs tensed.
Her purple skirt slipped down, revealing her fair calves.
"What's been happening in the city lately?"
She asked casually, lifting her teacup.
Zi'er thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Miss, I heard a man named Dai Hong came to the city."
"His name has been ringing throughout all of Star Luo City lately."
Bai Chenxiang's hand stopped.
The teacup hung in midair.
She glanced sideways at Zi'er.
"Dai Hong? Who is he?"
Zi'er hurriedly replied, "This servant only heard about him."
"I heard he's highly skilled in martial arts and exceptionally gifted."
"Lots of people call him... a genius."
The moment those two words left her mouth,
Zi'er felt the air around them grow cold.
Bai Chenxiang set down her teacup.
The ceramic clinked against the stone table, ringing out crisply.
"A genius?"
The corner of her mouth curled into a dangerous smile.
Fighting spirit flared in her eyes.
"Another fool who doesn't know his place."
"He dares call himself a genius in Star Luo City?"
She rose to her feet.
Her purple outfit stretched taut.
Her curvy figure stood out beneath the sunlight.
Her pert backside was hugged by her skirt,
which outlined its perfect curve.
"I'd like to see just how capable he is."
Zi'er hurriedly tried to dissuade her. "Miss, you just beat up the Li Family's young master."
"Your father..."
Bai Chenxiang waved her off.
"Father's no concern."
"At worst, I'll get another scolding."
She rubbed her hands together, excitement flashing in her eyes.
"An expert? A genius?"
"Is he stronger than me?"
On the official road outside Star Luo City,
a young man walked along with a travel pack on his back.
His clothes were plain, made of coarse fabric.
But they were clean, and the stitches were fine.
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