The Xiao Clan's Finest Long Legs!

Yun Congxin remembered that the book's descriptions of Xiao Yu had always consisted of a single line.

[Full, slender, sexy thighs]

Ah, he had been young back then, and every beauty in the story had legs like Camille's, so Yun Congxin had never realized just how outrageously beautiful the legs of this woman—whose legs were emphasized every time she appeared—actually were.

Back then, he had thought them nothing out of the ordinary.

Now that he saw her in person, Yun Congxin was utterly dazzled.

First of all, Xiao Yu was already tall. At around a hundred and eighty centimeters, her height could easily support a pair of outrageously long, lovely legs, so although they were dazzlingly stunning, they also looked perfectly natural in proportion to the rest of her body.

Second, Xiao Yu's beautiful legs were not only long, but straight. That did not mean they were a pair of shriveled chopstick legs; rather, their muscles were firm and their curves smooth. Clearly, the lovely woman before him had maintained excellent habits since childhood to nurture such stunning legs.

If those first two qualities were beauties that could still be reproduced, that others could barely imitate through careful maintenance and stretching, then such perfect curves had to be the essence of a heavenly gift, an unrepeatable miracle!

These beautiful legs were neither thick like wineglasses nor scrawny like slender bamboo. They were long, straight, and so fair they reflected the light. Even Yun Congxin, who had seen countless photo-editing warriors stretch legs with digital wizardry and crank their filters to the maximum, had never seen a beauty with such stunning legs.

What a shame... Have the people of the Dou Qi Continent had their brains clogged with too much Dou Qi? Not one of them has invented high heels! Yun Congxin thought like an utter creep.

He shook his head, shaking away the thoughts that kept bubbling up in his mind and would never pass the censors, then wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and approached her.

His body might have been the aged, cured meat of that old ghost Yun Shan, who had lived for who knew how many years, but his soul was still Yun Congxin's youthful soul!

Yun Congxin gave himself a pep talk, then worked up the courage to strike up a conversation. "Young lady..."

It was late at night, and even the normally bustling Xiao Clan grounds had grown quiet. Only the lamps hanging beneath the eaves cast their dim light. The silence all around was unnerving, and Xiao Yu felt as though she could hear the candles burning inside their shades. Having gotten up to use the bathroom, she kept feeling that something was following her, and in her mounting panic, she wanted to hurry back to her room.

Just then, she heard Yun Congxin call softly to her.

Yun Congxin's voice was quiet, yet it echoed in Xiao Yu's ears like the whisper of a restless ghost.

Xiao Yu was so frightened that her knees nearly gave out, and she almost collapsed onto the ground.

"Who... mmph..."

She almost instinctively tried to scream, but Yun Congxin's quick hand clamped over her mouth.

"Don't shout, don't shout. I'm Xiao Yan's friend. I mean you no harm. Calm down first, all right?" Yun Congxin looked into Xiao Yu's terrified, beautiful eyes and spoke softly. "I'm going to let you go now. Don't cause a scene, okay..."

Seeing that the thing that had startled her was a living person, Xiao Yu's terror instantly turned to anger. She paid no attention whatsoever to Yun Congxin's gentle persuasion and drove a vicious uppercut straight into his abdomen.

Her fist, charged with Dou Qi, slammed mercilessly into the hateful man's abdomen, only to feel as though it had struck a steel plate. Not only was he completely unharmed, but the impact left Xiao Yu's fist aching.

"Feeling better? If you are, could you stop lashing out and quietly listen to me?" To Yun Congxin, Xiao Yu's movements were as slow as a crawling tortoise, but he still took her full-force blow without resisting. It was not merely because an attack from a mere Dou Shi did not even qualify as a tickle; her pale, frightened face had also made him realize that he had scared her.

"...What do you want?" Although that single blow had made Xiao Yu realize that this mysterious man was powerful—far more powerful than even her grandfather—she still held her hands protectively in front of her chest and took a defensive stance.

Xiao Yu secretly resolved that if this man harbored any vile intentions, she would rather kill herself than let him succeed!

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm a disciple of the Misty Cloud Sect and a friend of Xiao Yan's. You can call me... Yun Shan." Yun Congxin had no idea that so much was going through Xiao Yu's mind. He merely hesitated for a moment before continuing, "It's complicated, and I can't explain it quickly. Could you take me to see the Xiao Clan's patriarch?"

"Ah... huh?"

Xiao Yu had never imagined things would develop in this direction. A little bewildered, she asked, "What could be so important that you have to discuss it now? It's the middle of the night. Uncle Xiao must have gone to bed long ago..."

Then she gave Yun Congxin another suspicious look and asked, "Are you really that little bastard Xiao Yan's friend?"

"Just lead the way first. Whatever questions you have can wait until tomorrow. This is urgent. I have to see whoever's in charge of the Xiao Clan right away," Yun Congxin urged.

Yun Congxin's attitude made Xiao Yu a little nervous. She said quietly, "Then follow me... What exactly happened? Did that little hooligan get into trouble?"

...Huh, that's not right. Why does her tone sound a little disdainful? Weren't Xiao Yu and Xiao Yan like brother and sister?

Yun Congxin was puzzled. He had completely forgotten that the young, reckless Xiao Yan of the early days had been a thoroughgoing little hooligan, and his relationship with Xiao Yu could only be described as chickens flying and dogs leaping in chaos. Only later, after disaster struck the Xiao Clan and the two cousins relied on each other at Jia Nan Academy, had they reconciled. Only then had their familial affection melted away their former grievances.

"He didn't exactly get into trouble. Xiao Yan really stole the spotlight this time... But he was far too conspicuous and attracted some trouble. That's precisely why the old sect master ordered me to come lend your Xiao Clan a hand."

"The old sect master?"

"Yes. You haven't heard yet, have you? Xiao Yan defeated the Misty Cloud Sect's young sect master, Nalan Yanran, and earned the old sect master's appreciation. The old sect master gave him a guest elder's jade pendant, with words he personally engraved on it. Bearing that token is as good as having the sect master himself present!"

"That impressive? But isn't that a good thing?"

"Yes, it was a good thing to begin with." Yun Congxin sighed. "It's embarrassing to admit, but the sect has been lax in its management these past years. Everyone knows how arrogant and overbearing the Misty Cloud Sect's disciples are. Right now, plenty of bastards want to trample the Xiao Clan to win a beauty's favor, and even more scheming scumbags are egging on the local snakes itching to make a move. They're all waiting to watch our Misty Cloud Sect make a fool of itself. Wolves are circling on every side..."

"Is it really that serious?" Xiao Yu asked worriedly.

"More serious than you imagine. That's why the old sect master sent me here to nip this disaster in the bud," Yun Congxin lied without batting an eyelid. "But with the Misty Cloud Sect backing you this time, these troubles might well turn out to be opportunities."

As they spoke, Xiao Yu led Yun Congxin to an elegant room deep within the grounds. A dog was kept by the door, a cat lay by the window, and a flower bed grew in the courtyard, giving the place a deeply homey air.

Xiao Zhan keeps a dog too... Hey, this dog's been raised well. Nice and fat, strong and sturdy! Yun Congxin muttered inwardly as he gestured for Xiao Yu to knock.

Yun Congxin concealed his hand inside his sleeve. Dou Qi silently swirled in his palm like a dancing sprite.

The breeze blew gently, masking every sound. Both the cat and the dog slept soundly, hearing nothing.