After leaving Cold Mountain Academy, Xiao Mo and the others arrived at the academy’s outer gate.
Just as Xian Xichun had said, the cultivators sent by the Tushan clan were already waiting there.
“We pay our respects, Young Lady.”
The moment they saw Tushan Jingci, they all bowed together.
There were five cultivators from Tushan this time.
Two women and three men, all of ordinary fox-clan bloodline.
As for Tushan Jingci, who was a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, in their eyes she was no different from imperial nobility.
“I will have to trouble you all on the road ahead.”
Tushan Jingci looked at the five of them and gave a faint nod. Her expression no longer carried the playful liveliness she showed when she was with Xiao Mo. Instead, there was a grave, steady bearing about her.
“You are too courteous, Young Lady. Protecting you is our duty. This way, please,” the leading man said, turning slightly to the side.
Then, with a casual gesture, he summoned a leaf-shaped flying boat. The boat swelled as soon as it met the wind, rapidly expanding into a great vessel ten zhang long.
“Xiao Mo, let’s go.” Tushan Jingci did not pay the man any attention first. Instead, she turned her head and smiled faintly at Xiao Mo.
“Yes, Young Lady.”
Xiao Mo nodded and followed closely behind Tushan Jingci onto the boat.
When the three Tushan men saw this, all of them could not help frowning slightly.
The two women, on the other hand, had a trace of delight and heat flash through their eyes the moment they saw Xiao Mo.
In fact, in front of him, the sway of their waists became even more alluring.
After all, this man had the elegance of a Confucian scholar and the unrestrained grace of a Daoist. They truly did like that.
The formation activated, and the flying boat sailed steadily in Tushan’s direction.
“Young Lady, it will take us roughly three days to return to Tushan. During these three days, we will have to trouble you to rest well in the cabin.”
On the flying boat, the man named Huang Mingwei spoke respectfully to Tushan Jingci.
“That is fine. I do not mind.” Tushan Jingci turned to look at Xiao Mo, and her tone softened a little. “Then, Xiao Mo, you can stay beside me.”
“Well...”
A troubled look appeared on Huang Mingwei’s face. After choosing his words, he said, “Young Lady, according to Tushan’s rules, aside from your maid Yueshi, everyone else must keep watch on the deck. So no room has been prepared for your attendant.”
“...” Tushan Jingci’s brows drew together slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared in her expression. “What kind of rule is that?”
“It’s all right, Young Lady. I can keep watch on the deck.”
Seeing that Tushan Jingci was about to grow angry because of him, Xiao Mo advised her in a calm voice.
“Everyone else is not sleeping in the cabin either. Why should I be an exception?”
Tushan Jingci still wanted to say something, but when she saw Xiao Mo gently shake his head, she had no choice but to let the matter drop.
“Young Lady, let us go inside and rest first.” At that moment, Yueshi also stepped forward and said softly, “Once we arrive in Tushan in a few days, you will only be busier.”
“I know.” Tushan Jingci bit lightly at her pearly teeth and answered.
She walked up to Xiao Mo, lifted her delicate face, and looked at him with gentle eyes. Then she instructed him seriously, “If anything happens, tell me directly. Do not hide it or keep it to yourself. Understand?”
“I understand,” Xiao Mo replied. “Then, Young Lady, I will go out first.”
“Mm.” Tushan Jingci looked deeply at Xiao Mo, her gaze carrying a few traces of reluctance and concern.
“Young Lady, we will also take our leave for now.” Huang Mingwei and the others withdrew as well.
Once everyone had left, only Tushan Jingci and Yueshi remained in the cabin.
“Sister Yueshi, what do you think Tushan means by this?” Tushan Jingci’s brows were tightly furrowed, and her voice carried both confusion and displeasure.
“What else could it mean?”
Facing her own young lady, Yueshi had no need to speak in circles. She said bluntly, “Most likely, Tushan is deliberately warning you—Young Lady, you are Tushan’s Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, while Xiao Mo, like Huang Mingwei and the others, is nothing more than a servant. He is not even equal to this servant.”
...
On the deck, Xiao Mo sat down cross-legged. Watching the scenery on all sides sweep rapidly past him, he could not help feeling a little emotional.
Xiao Mo knew very well that his peaceful, leisurely life at Cold Mountain Academy had pletely ended from this moment onward.
No matter what happened next, none of it would be strange.
Without realizing it, Xiao Mo slowly closed his eyes and stilled his heart to nourish his mind and spirit.
Huang Mingwei of the fox clan came onto the deck. Looking at Xiao Mo’s meditating figure, a trace of malice quietly flashed through his eyes.
“Enough, enough. It is not as if he is some untouched maiden. If you stare at him like that, Brother Huang, could it be that you are interested in men?” A fox-clan woman named Xiangniang covered her mouth and laughed softly, her tone tinged with teasing.
“Or are you hoping to replace him, so Young Lady Jingci will look at you a few more times?”
Having his thoughts exposed in a single sentence, Huang Mingwei’s expression grew even darker.
“Do not say what should not be said. Young Lady Jingci carries the bloodline of a Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox. How could we have any improper thoughts? Likewise, that lowly human is even less worthy!”
“Hehehe... Yes, yes...” Xiangniang gave a few charming laughs, her eyes rippling. “But, no matter what his bloodline is, there is one thing about him you truly cannot pare with.”
“I cannot pare with him?” Huang Mingwei felt even more unfortable, his face sinking until it was as dark as night.
“You—are not as good-looking as he is,” Xiangniang said with a beaming smile.
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiangniang took the other fox-clan woman with her and walked gracefully toward Xiao Mo, their slender waists swaying.
“Pah! Shameless vixens. The moment they see a man with the slightest bit of beauty, they go into heat. No sense of shame!”
Huang Mingwei spat hard, his heart filled with resentment and unwillingness.
“Little Brother Xiao, is it? Sitting here alone must be so dull. How about Sister keeps you pany and chats with you?”
Xiangniang walked up beside Xiao Mo and slowly knelt down, her voice so soft it seemed it could drip water.
And as she spoke, she reached up and tugged lightly at her own collar.
Xiao Mo slowly opened his eyes and turned his head. What entered his sight was a snowy-white curve revealed beneath that thin collar.
Noticing Xiao Mo’s gaze, the corners of Xiangniang’s lips lifted slightly. She could not help straightening her body, making the high, soft swell of her breasts stand out even more.
At the same time, Xiangniang breathed out a light, fragrant sigh. The faint flush on her cheeks made her look as though she were drunk, ripe for the taking.
“I would not call it dull. Cultivation is quite interesting, so I will not trouble you, Sister.” Xiao Mo smiled faintly, then moved his gaze away and closed his eyes again.
“Tsk...”
Seeing Xiao Mo’s upright, gentlemanly manner, Xiangniang could not help clicking her tongue inwardly.
This little brother really did not understand romance.
But the more he was like this, the more interesting it became.
If he were that easy to obtain, that person would not have wasted so many words on her.
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