"What are you talking about? When have I ever lied to you?" Mu Qiuniang absolutely refused to admit it.
She definitely wouldn’t say that her habit of playfully denying responsibility was sothing she had learned from Jiang Nuo.
"Just now! You lied to , saying I had eye gunk. Your husband is so handso—how could I possibly have sothing like eye gunk?" Jiang Nuo complained bitterly.
"Everyone has it."
"But, wife, you don’t have it. I’ve never seen you with eye gunk in the corners of your eyes."
"That’s because I use the ’Clean Technique’ to get rid of it. You never have the chance to see it."
In fact, Mu Qiuniang wasn’t even sure if she had any herself. Either way, this little spell was incredibly convenient, and she could use it whether she needed it or not.
Besides, many of the things she carried inherently had such functions. Even without spells, she wouldn’t normally encounter anything that would ruin her image.
Unless her Magic Artifact was broken.
"You’re lying. My wife is a fairy descended from the heavens, so beautiful and lovely. How could she have sothing like that? If you don’t believe , let sll to check if you’re fragrant."
But when it ca to "slling," Jiang Nuo was hardly well-behaved. After two days apart, for soone like him, who couldn’t stand being away from his wife even for a single day, naturally he had been longing for her like crazy.
As he leaned in to sniff Mu Qiuniang’s neck, his hands wandered to her waist, untying her belt.
Mu Qiuniang didn’t refuse.
Seriously, why would she reject her husband’s desire to get intimate with her?
"Wife, you sll amazing, like the sweet fragrance of rose petals. That’s my absolute favorite..."
As he spoke, he placed kisses on her earlobe.
Mu Qiuniang was highly sensitive. Her body trembled, and she tried to move away.
But Jiang Nuo was having none of it. He firmly held her down, deliberately targeting all her sensitive spots.
That night was a whirlwind of passion, leaving Jiang Nuo deeply satisfied.
Of course, if there ever ca a day when he could make his wife too tired to get out of bed the next morning, then he’d be even happier.
However, seeing Mu Qiuniang already dressed neatly and preparing breakfast in the hotel kitchen, Jiang Nuo felt... This goal would be a long-term pursuit.
"Wife, when did you get up? Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?" He lazily leaned against the doorfra, asking.
"The first rays of Purple Energy when the sun rises are very beneficial for cultivation. I couldn’t let it go to waste," Mu Qiuniang replied while setting dishes on the table.
"I think you’ve ntioned this to before," Jiang Nuo said, recalling.
Mu Qiuniang shot him a glance: "I already told you long ago, but you’re too lazy. You’d rather stay in bed a little longer than get up. Actually, if you could absorb that Purple Energy yourself, your cultivation would also be much more effective."
Of course, what Mu Qiuniang didn’t say was that not everyone could absorb it.
Given Jiang Nuo’s incredibly poor luck, even if she had amassed good fortune for him afterward, it might not guarantee success.
Still, she genuinely hoped he would try harder.
Jiang Nuo rubbed his nose awkwardly. He knew he hadn’t been very disciplined—he’d promised Mu Qiuniang long ago that he would work hard on cultivation, but...
During breakfast, Jiang Nuo proactively told Mu Qiuniang that he wanted to challenge Zhan Jingshu and Murong, just to see how much he had truly learned.
"Wife, is that okay?"
Mu Qiuniang hesitated to discourage him: "Are you sure? Maybe you should think twice? If you lose to them, I’m worried you might feel bad."
"Losing to my wife’s disciples would indeed be a bit embarrassing. But wife, if I never confront it directly, it doesn’t an the problem disappears. And besides, who am I? I’m Mu Qiuniang’s husband. No matter how weak I am, I’m not soone who lacks the courage to admit defeat."
Mu Qiuniang nodded: "Alright, then."
Jiang Nuo had already prepared himself ntally for defeat, but when Murong heard that their master had arranged for him to duel their master’s husband, he was shocked.
He secretly asked Zhan Jingshu, "Senior Brother, our master always says Master Husband’s aptitude isn’t as good as ours. If I beat him, will master hold a grudge against later?"
Zhan Jingshu looked at him like he was an idiot.
"Senior Brother, why are you looking at like that?" Murong asked, confused.
"Do you think if you can’t even manage to beat Master Husband, what kind of punishnt you’d face from master?"
Murong shuddered: "Then I guess I shouldn’t deliberately lose to Master Husband. After all, if the punishnt is inevitable, I’d rather it be straightforward than master holding a grudge."
Zhan Jingshu wanted to roll his eyes: Is master that kind of person?
Maybe master suddenly arranging for them to spar with Master Husband was intended to show Master Husband the difference between him and them?
For instance, between him and Murong: although their entry tis were fairly close, his cultivation level was clearly more than one rank higher.
Especially after absorbing Innate Spiritual Energy, his cultivation speed had rocketed like a rocket. If he hadn’t intentionally slowed down, he might already be on the verge of fusion.
Master had said he was too young and lacked experience. Moving too fast might lead to a shaky foundation that could cause problems later.
Master had even entertained the idea of separating him from Murong and sending him back to the sect to undertake tasks.
But he was worried about Murong—if he left, no one would be there to keep an eye on his silly junior brother. So he had begged master to give him a little more ti.
Murong, mid-sentence, suddenly noticed his senior brother spacing out and looked up to see him lost in thought.
He was unhappy: "Senior Brother, what’s wrong with you lately? Why are you always so distracted? If sothing’s bothering you, speak up. I’m your brother; it’s not like I wouldn’t help you out. Are you looking down on or what?"
"There is sothing," Zhan Jingshu said seriously.
Murong was rely whining and had never imagined that his seemingly omnipotent senior brother would actually need his help with sothing.
When his senior brother suddenly said "there is sothing," it genuinely startled him.
"Wha—what is it, Senior Brother?"
He prepared himself to go all-out to help his senior brother. After all, his senior brother had always been there for him, even handling the matters concerning his sister. He couldn’t imagine anyone better than his senior brother.
"I might have to leave you for a while," Zhan Jingshu said solemnly.
Murong froze: "What? Leave ? Why?"
"Master said I’ve been progressing too quickly. She suggested I return to the sect and take on more tasks to build a solid foundation. That way, my future cultivation path will be smoother."
"That’s it?" Murong was baffled. "Senior Brother, that’s such a minor thing, and you’re making such a big deal of it? Don’t tell you’re so baby who can’t be weaned yet! It’s not like you’ll die if you leave . If you’ve got to go, go already! Master’s arrangent can’t be wrong, can it? Other people would love to have such a chance."
Zhan Jingshu was speechless: "..."
So his days of fretting had been for nothing? He’d been worrying that this guy might think master was being unfair and cause a fuss, and here he was eagerly wanting him gone?
Why did he feel so annoyed now?
"Senior Brother, haha, when you finally ascend to immortality one day, don’t forget your little junior brother!" Murong said and, completely lacking tact, leaned closer with a fawning expression, "No matter what, we once trained under the sa master. There’s a bond of brotherhood here. I’m not asking for a luxurious life together, but taking care of your junior brother is only natural, right?"
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