What a pity that Dugu Luoxue encountered Jiang Shouzhong.
Back then, the woman was overly confident. During her first debate with Jiang Shouzhong, she refrained from leveraging the power of her Taoist School. As a result, she lost the argunt, leading to a crack in her Tao Heart.
The second ti, even though she attempted to use the Taoist School’s power, it was too late—instead, Jiang Shouzhong shattered her Tao Heart.
Now, Heart Demons have begun to grow within her.
One could only say that Jiang Shouzhong is her destined nesis.
However, Dugu Luoxue rarely made a move against ordinary people. This ti, though, she was irritable, and seeing the surging tides of desire in the hall full of people, she lashed out in anger.
This only deepened the confusion of the woman who was already in a period of emotional turmoil.
Why are people so obsessed with desire?
Could it be that her path of Abstinence is truly wrong? Does it violate the Heavenly Dao, go against the natural order?
Her thoughts drifted to her disciple.
At this very mont, he was still fooling around in the bath with two won. How could this disciple possibly inherit her path of Abstinence in the future?
The female master sighed.
How on earth can one teach a disciple to abstain from desire?
Dugu Luoxue entered the carriage, sat in a daze for quite so ti, then sighed helplessly, pulling out scissors and fabric.
Forget it, let first sew so clothes for my disciple.
...
Fearing he’d keep his master waiting for too long, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t dare dally too long with the two won. After a mont of intimate exchange with each of them, he quickly finished washing up and got dressed.
Arriving at Dugu Luoxue’s room, he found that the woman wasn’t there. Realizing she was likely waiting in the carriage, he imdiately brought the two won and left the inn.
Just as expected, she had been waiting in the carriage for so ti.
Seeing the serene woman inside the carriage, sewing clothes, the three of them felt sowhat embarrassed.
Qu Hongling and Yelü Miaomiao both blushed, as if exchanging tacit thoughts. Simultaneously, they each pinched a tender spot on Jiang Shouzhong’s waist, one on each side, viciously twisting.
Jiang Shouzhong winced in pain, his teeth bared.
He thought to himself, how is this my fault? You’re the ones who ca onto .
Clearing his throat, Jiang Shouzhong said, "Apologies, Master, I was a bit tired and accidentally fell asleep."
Dugu Luoxue didn’t call out his lie, setting aside the garnt in her hands. She stepped to the carriage drapes, picked up the reins, and said, "You all should rest—I’ll drive the carriage."
"No, no, I’ll handle it,"
Jiang Shouzhong replied hurriedly.
Yelü Miaomiao patted her chest, volunteering: "Senior Dugu, let drive the carriage. This is my specialty."
Qu Hongling smiled faintly and said, "No need to tire ourselves. Let the horse find its way on its own."
"Tch, this horse isn’t a demon beast. How could it walk by itself? Only if it were a long-trained steed of a master would it have such spiritual intelligence to obey commands, and even then, it’d need to know the roads."
Yelü Miaomiao gave a playful roll of her eyes, mocking her.
The two won, who had been enjoying themselves in the sa bath earlier, started bickering again as soon as they dressed.
Qu Hongling wrinkled her delicate nose but couldn’t be bothered to argue back, instead walking gracefully to the horse’s side.
Bending down, the young woman leaned close to the horse’s ear, covering her lips with jade-like fingers, whispering softly. Astonishingly, the horse seed to gain so intelligence; without needing reins to guide it, it began to trot forward of its own accord.
This magical scene left Jiang Shouzhong in awe.
Qu Hongling, being the ruler of the Demon Realm, naturally had an innate advantage in Beast Taming compared to Human Clan cultivators.
"This horse has traveled far and wide for years, mostly hauling goods, so it’s very familiar with the roads. A little hint was all it needed to start walking on its own; no driving necessary,"
Qu Hongling said as she patted the horse to stop, then looked smugly at Yelü Miaomiao. "So, Princess, are you convinced yet?"
Yelü Miaomiao retorted defiantly, "Why boast, little demon girl? When it cos to horseback riding, you’re definitely no match for ."
Qu Hongling arched her delicate eyebrows and sneered, "Being able to ride a horse is nothing special. I can ride tigers and lions from the mountains at will; even the Scorpions and Serpents raised by the Sky Demon Sect dare not throw off."
Unwilling to be outdone, Yelü Miaomiao blurted, "I can ride Jiang Mo better than you can."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
The man coughed violently.
Yelü Miaomiao suddenly rembered that Dugu Luoxue was still present. Her face flushed red, and she imdiately ducked into the carriage.
Qu Hongling pouted and muttered, "I can ride him too."
Jiang Shouzhong held his forehead.
When these two girls start competing, why can’t they carry themselves with more decorum?
He stole a glance at Dugu Luoxue, whose expression remained calm, her face showing no reaction.
"Master, shall we depart?" Jiang Shouzhong asked.
"Hmm,"
The woman returned the reins and entered the carriage, seating herself in a corner to continue sewing clothes.
The dim lighting in the carriage cast soft shadows; Dugu Luoxue’s graceful silhouette ford a refined ink-wash painting. Without elaborate embellishnts, she was already a peerless beauty.
Jiang Shouzhong bent down to enter the carriage and sat beside Yelü Miaomiao.
Seeing this, Qu Hongling also slid next to him, lifting the carriage curtain and speaking to the horse, "Go ahead, horse."
The clattering of hooves began to echo as they slowly left the small town.
The carriage was spacious enough that the four of them didn’t feel cramped sharing it.
Perhaps due to the earlier exertions—whether in the cave or the inn—none of them had rested properly, and Yelü Miaomiao quickly dozed off, eventually sprawling over the man’s chest to sleep.
Feeling similarly fatigued, Qu Hongling begrudgingly cursed her own hesitation and, unable to compete, grudgingly grabbed hold of the man’s arm, leaning her head against his shoulder to sleep.
Dugu Luoxue looked at her disciple, who seed to enjoy the best of both worlds, and subtly shook her head.
What man in the world could be so blessed?
Jiang Shouzhong wasn’t particularly tired. He shifted slightly in his position to ensure the two won could sleep more comfortably.
Looking over at Dugu Luoxue in the corner, Jiang Shouzhong suddenly smiled and said:
"Master, to be honest, there’s no need for you to personally escort anymore. Right now, my fist technique has improved greatly, and with both Hong’er and Miaomiao as expert escorts, there aren’t many people under the heavens who could harm ."
Dugu Luoxue tilted her head slightly. "Are you trying to drive off for disturbing your couple’s monts?"
"No, no, not at all..."
Jiang Shouzhong waved his hands hastily.
Scratching the back of his head, he grinned and said, "With you around, Master, I feel even safer. Besides, deep down...I truly enjoy being with you."
Dugu Luoxue’s heart trembled, and she accidentally pricked her fingertip with the needle.
She raised her head and stared intently at the young man, noticing the clarity and bewildernt in his eyes. The sharpness in her gaze began to fade, replaced by a flicker of hesitation.
"What’s wrong, Master?"
Jiang Shouzhong looked at her with concern.
For so reason, he felt that Dugu Luoxue was behaving increasingly strangely, as though she was intentionally distancing herself from him.
This gave him a sense of loss.
At first, Jiang Shouzhong had actually disliked her quite a bit.
She had forcibly taken him in as a disciple, indoctrinated him with Abstinence ideologies, and made him complete endless tasks, all of which bred so resentnt toward her.
But as ti passed, he gradually grew fond of the woman.
This fondness wasn’t the affection between man and woman but rather an indescribable feeling, sowhat akin to how he felt toward Ye back then, though even more restrained.
Whatever the case, she genuinely cared for him.
For this reason, Jiang Shouzhong had co to truly acknowledge her as his Master, fostering a sense of closeness.
"It’s nothing."
Dugu Luoxue shook her delicate head.
The woman placed her bleeding fingertip on her lips, sucking gently, and then resud sewing clothes.
Seeing that she wasn’t keen on conversation, Jiang Shouzhong tactfully closed his mouth.
Soon after, Dugu Luoxue said softly:
"Don’t underestimate this Jianghu. Those so-called expert rankings can only serve as a rudintary reference. In this world, there are many hidden masters, so concealed in the wild, so blending into everyday city life.
Take, for instance, the old master Mr. Fang, whom you t at Famous Sword Mountain. He was once a renowned Sword Saint. People believe Famous Sword Mountain is in decline, and thus assu he has fallen as well.
In truth, his cultivation has long placed him among the ten strongest under the heavens, yet his na never appears on those rankings.
Or consider the recent reergence of Kumu, who now exists in ghostly form, tethered to others to sustain his soul. Even so, he was once an unmatched expert of the Heavenly Human Realm in a bygone dynasty, and creator of the Lotus Ascension Vein.
If not for being injured by Demon Venerable, he might have ascended before Zhao Wuxiu."
At this point, a trace of worry crossed Dugu Luoxue’s expression.
"With the Heavenly Gate set to open, many reclusive experts will likely surface. Never think yourself absolutely safe. The path to Zhenxuan Mountain will not be an easy one."
Her warnings made Jiang Shouzhong’s expression turn solemn.
He nodded firmly, replying in a deep voice, "Understood, Master. Please continue to keep your disciple under your watchful protection."
Dugu Luoxue’s expression turned strange.
Why did that sound... so peculiar?
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