Madam Zhang’s proactive seduction of Zhong Lin was sothing he had long anticipated, and her purpose was self-evident, naturally concerned about Zhong Lin’s mission to escort the three of them.
Her husband, considered their pillar, had suddenly fallen ill and died. Now only two weak won and a small child were left in their family. The previous betrayal by the steward had terrified her. Although Zhong Lin had promised to escort them for a stretch, she was still afraid that he might not be dedicated on the journey, so she resorted to this desperate asure, using her charms.
Although Zhong Lin understood Madam Zhang’s intentions, he did not refuse, as this would only reassure Madam Zhang further. Why, after all, reject the at that ca willingly?
This Madam Zhang, despite having two children, with her daughter Lin Shihua at the budding age of eighteen, was herself rely thirty-two, at the height of her charms, ripe and mature.
A single word could describe her.
Lush.
Perhaps due to exhaustion from the previous night, or perhaps out of shyness, not daring to face her daughter and Zhong Lin, Madam Zhang stayed hidden in the carriage all day, not willing to co out, even taking als inside.
This strange behavior made Lin Shihua incredibly happy, as she subtly expressed her affection for Zhong Lin during als, constantly serving him dishes.
Zhong Lin responded with smiles, accepting everything offered.
Within his body, True Qi circulated automatically, incessantly devouring the inner breath scattered throughout his ridians, strengthening himself.
With the full-level Five Elents Mixed Essence Skill, cultivation could continue in any position, though slower compared to active practice, it was steady and unceasing.
At this rate, in no more than half a month, all inner breath within would be fully converted into True Qi, allowing Zhong Lin to truly step into the realm of a First Grade Martial Artist.
In the evening, the convoy arrived at a county town, opting not to camp in the wild as the previous night but to find an inn to stay at.
After dinner, Zhong Lin returned to his room, and at the ti of Xu, around nine in the evening, while ditating in cultivation, Zhong Lin heard a noise at the door. Monts later, a sneaky figure appeared in the room.
"Young Master..."
The saccharine voice made one’s heart feel sweet; it was none other than Madam Zhang.
Compared to yesterday’s shyness, today’s eyes were filled with a fiery passion.
Without any hesitation, Zhong Lin lifted her onto the bed amid her startled cries, quickly stripping her down to a little lamb.
Soon, the room was filled with enchanting sounds.
An hour later, Zhong Lin paused his movents, turning his head to glance at the door outside.
"What’s the matter?"
"It’s nothing, continue."
In the middle of the night, Madam Zhang left Zhong Lin’s room limping, looking back at him laying in bed with a resentful gaze, as if regarding a beast of burden.
The next morning, Zhong Lin went downstairs for breakfast on ti, while Madam Zhang remained in her room, citing physical discomfort.
Lin An was eating heartily, but Lin Shihua, beside him, looked sowhat haggard, with panda-like dark circles under her eyes.
"Sister, what’s the matter? Didn’t you sleep well last night?" Lin An asked curiously.
"It’s nothing, just eat your bun!"
Lin Shihua placed a bun in Lin An’s bowl, speaking crossly.
Tap, tap, tap!
Zhong Lin stepped down from upstairs, naturally sitting at the table.
"Miss Lin, did you not sleep well last night? Don’t wander around at night; make sure to rest."
"See, see, I told you my sister didn’t sleep well last night, but she wouldn’t let say anything."
Lin An complained discontentedly.
Lin Shihua glared at her younger brother, then looked towards Zhong Lin, remaining silent for a long ti before speaking quietly, "Young Master Zhong, the won outside are dirty. If you really can’t resist, you can... you can..."
The voice grew quieter, her complexion increasingly red, finally bowing her head, repeatedly scuffing the floor with her toe.
Even she didn’t know why she would say such things, as this wasn’t sothing a maiden should say before marriage.
Zhong Lin raised an eyebrow in a teasing manner, "Can do what?"
"I’m not talking to you anymore."
Lin Shihua’s face reddened like blood, stomping her foot, and ran back to her room in embarrassnt.
"Zhong Big Brother, what’s wrong with sister?" Lin An looked bewildered.
Zhong Lin patted his head, smiling, "It’s nothing. Finish your breakfast, and soon we’ll be on our way."
"Okay!"
After breakfast, the convoy resud their journey.
Zhong Lin rode at the forefront of the convoy, multitasking as he continuously circulated True Qi to devour the inner breath.
By noon, the convoy reached a dense forest, and Zhong Lin suddenly raised his right hand, commanding a halt.
With eyes like lightning, he scanned the forest on both sides, announcing in a booming voice, "Friends, the forest is full of mosquitoes and ants. Be wary of bites. Why not co out for a eting?"
Just as the words fell, accompanied by a whooshing sound, hundreds of ragged bandits erged swiftly from the forest.
The guards of the convoy hurriedly gathered various supply carts to form a circle, enclosing the carriage with Madam Zhang’s family tightly in the center.
"Mother."
Lin An seed to recall the events of recent days, his face pale, trembling within Madam Zhang’s embrace.
Lin Shihua also fearfully clung to Madam Zhang’s arm, her heart racing.
"It’s okay, it’s okay. With Young Master here, we will be fine."
Though Madam Zhang’s voice trembled slightly, it was unclear whether she was comforting her children or herself, placing all hope in Zhong Lin.
"Hey! This tree was planted by , this road was opened by . If you want to pass through here, leave behind so toll money."
A burly man with broad shoulders and a large ghost-headed saber jumped out from the forest, standing in the middle of the road, shouting loudly.
"Pretty boy, don’t bla for not giving you a chance. I only rob people, not money. Be sensible and leave all these supplies behind and scram, or I’ll let my blade cut through you until your gallbladder bursts."
Zhong Lin gave the burly man a quick glance, his brow furrowing.
They hadn’t traveled far from the county town when they encountered bandits. In the past, bandits only appeared in areas far from towns; things were truly growing more chaotic.
Grabbing the Black Rosewood Bow with his left hand from the horse’s back, his right hand drew an arrow from the quiver, smoothly nocking it onto the bow.
Whoosh!
With a clear whistle, the arrow cut through the air, skimming over the leader’s scalp and burying itself heavily in a boulder behind him.
The arrow embedded itself deep into the rock, leaving only half of its fletching vibrating on the outside.
The leader felt a chill on his scalp, and in the next mont, a lock of hair floated down from above.
"Scram!"
Zhong Lin snorted coldly.
The leader instinctively touched his scalp, discovering that where there should have been dense hair, it was now smooth. A cold sweat imdiately oozed from his forehead, his expression terrified as he looked at Zhong Lin on horseback, his knees weakening with the urge to kneel.
"You dare to imitate others and rob the road even with no Martial Arts Cultivation? Who gave you the guts?"
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