After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 104 - The art of managing expressions
Chapter 104: The art of managing expressions
On the spirit boat, clouds rolled by.
Jiang Huai was checking his gains from the Burial Dragon Valley secret realm. He first took out the Cold Jade Exquisite Flower, a heavenly-grade complete medicinal herb. The moment he took it out, its fragrance filled the entire spirit boat. Even Luo Yueguan, the sect master of Qingxuan Sect who had lived for hundreds of years, had rarely used truly heavenly-grade complete spiritual medicines.
Jiang Huai still had fifty percent of his soul power left. His physical injuries had just begun to recover, but that didn’t affect his ability to concoct medicines. He first laid out a bunch of spirit stones, took out a spirit gathering array disk, and drew out the spiritual energy from the stones, fixing it in a specific area in mid-air. Then, he used his soul to guide the spiritual energy, forming a pill array.
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“Can I borrow some fire?” Jiang Huai said to Luo Yueguan.
Luo Yueguan’s fingertips lifted slightly.
“I’m not good at concocting medicines. How big of a flame do you need?”
“No worries, just let the fire burn.”
A pale white flame flickered at her fingertips. It was an exotic fire subdued by Luo Yueguan. Although her spiritual energy was of the water attribute, this fire seed did not conflict with her spiritual energy.
The flame quickly ignited below the pill array, and Jiang Huai used her pill fire to refine two Cold Jade Exquisite Pills, one large and one small. The larger one was for Luo Qingyu to consume, which could nourish the body, moisten the soul, and significantly purify and enhance cultivation.
The smaller one, Jiang Huai casually handed to Luo Yueguan.
“Nourish your body, want to try?”
Luo Yueguan brought the pill to her lips and gently bit it, suddenly realizing what the small bottle of liquid that Jiang Huai had used to coat the pill during the concoction was.
It was a coating of blueberry-flavored sugar.
Luo Yueguan was somewhat amused and exasperated.
“The larger one is for Qingyu?” she asked.
“Yes, after eating it, Qingyu should be able to reach the complete mid-stage of Nascent Soul.”
Luo Qingyu’s cultivation wasn’t very high, not because of poor aptitude, but because she had always been consolidating her foundation. She didn’t need a very high cultivation for anything in particular. The path of cultivation Luo Yueguan had planned for her was to first build a very solid foundation, which would greatly benefit her future cultivation. Years ago, Luo Yueguan had suffered from being too eager for quick success in her youth, and after reaching the sixth realm, she spent a lot of time looking for spiritual medicines to make up for the deficiencies in her origin.
Jiang Huai then took out the Qingye Purple Sandalwood Flower, which was greatly beneficial to the soul. Generally speaking, if the soul’s power is sufficient, it can also greatly enhance one’s comprehension. He also refined two pills from it, and Luo Yueguan gave Jiang Huai a playful look.
“And who are these for?”
“For a junior sister in the sect.”
“Which junior sister?”
“You don’t know her.”
“Is it that junior sister named Wen Wanwan?”
“Did Qingyu tell you?”
“They say she’s very beautiful,” Luo Yueguan’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Jiang Huai casually said something flattering like ‘not as beautiful as you’ to appease her, and then took out the most important Dragon Blood Spirit Flower.
“Who is this spiritual medicine for?”
“For my master to treat old injuries,” Jiang Huai replied softly, refining the Dragon Blood Spirit Pill into a porcelain bottle of pills, a total of ten.
He intended for Chu Xianning to consume one pill daily, which would slowly nourish her body and heal about thirty percent of her old injuries.
Her body had too many old injuries, some of which were fundamental, which was why her cultivation had stalled at the early stage of the eighth realm.
Luo Yueguan watched him put away the spiritual medicine and then said playfully with a smile.
“Are you planning to just hand over the pills to your master like this?”
“What else?” Jiang Huai was startled.
“If I were you, I would first make myself look battered and bruised, then go to your master and hand her the pill.”
Jiang Huai understood Luo Yueguan’s meaning after a moment.
“Your master must be incredibly worried about you, and you know, once a woman starts worrying, her heart softens, and when her heart softens, her body follows suit.”
Luo Yueguan seemed to not mind at all giving him advice on how to woo Chu Xianning.
Jiang Huai shook his head.
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Such a fool.”
“What do you mean, fool? If my master saw me truly injured, she would feel very guilty.”
“That’s exactly what you want, her guilt.”
“No way, I just want my master to be happy.”
Jiang Huai muttered discontentedly, putting away the medicinal pills and then taking out some strange herbs. With Luo Yueguan’s spiritual fire, he concocted some special medicinal pills.
“What kind of pills are these?”
“Golden Scale Pills, they’re used for refining the Immaculate Golden Body at the tenth level.”
Jiang Huai finished making the pills and hesitated for a moment before putting them away.
“Hmm? Why not refine it now?”
“No, it’s too painful. I’ll refine it later.”
Of course, Luo Yueguan was unaware of the little scheme in Jiang Huai’s heart. He was thinking about how he could once again refine his Immaculate Golden Body in front of Chu Xianning.
Would he get to see his master’s fair feet again? Would she apply floral-scented lotion this time? The thought was tantalizing.
While Jiang Huai was concocting the medicine, Bai Li sat quietly to the side. She didn’t speak, just watched intently, her slender waist slightly tense, betraying a sense of indescribable restraint.
Jiang Huai spent a couple of hours refining the spiritual herbs he had collected in the secret realm. After finishing, he sat down next to Bai Li and refilled her teacup. Bai Li picked up the cup and took a gentle sip.
“I feel a bit sleepy,” Bai Li said, looking up at him.
“Then sleep,” Jiang Huai replied softly.
Bai Li stared at him intently for several seconds before nodding gently. Her long eyelashes drooped slightly as she stood up and went to the room Jiang Huai had arranged for her, closing the door behind her.
The spiritual boat wouldn’t reach Qingxuan Sect until late at night. Jiang Huai looked over at Luo Yueguan, who was sitting opposite him, resting her chin on her hands, looking at Jiang Huai.
“Tell me about this friend of yours?”
“We met in the secret realm and explored it together many times. We have a very good relationship, a matter of life and death.”
“Why not make her your spirit pet?”
“Friends are friends, who would want to turn their friends into spirit pets? That would be despicable.”
“But she’s a snake demon who might transform into a dragon.”
Luo Yueguan’s eyes were deep and meaningful, “Do you know what that means?”
“It means nothing compared to her being my good friend.” Jiang Huai shook his head.
“Don’t bring this up again.”
Seeing that Jiang Huai seemed to be getting annoyed, Luo Yueguan dropped the subject. She started talking about Luo Qingyu’s recent situation. Luo Qingyu had learned a lot of dances from her today and was looking forward to Jiang Huai’s brotherly visit to Qingxuan Sect every day, always sitting on the mountain peak, gazing in the direction of Tianxuan Sect.
In a few days, she would be going to the Immortal Spirit Secret Realm, so Jiang Huai planned to spend a few days with her in Qingxuan Sect. Having nothing more to chat about with Luo Yueguan, they both fell silent, gazing at the evening sky.
Jiang Huai inadvertently looked at Luo Yueguan’s profile. The evening glow cast a sacred light on her cheeks, making her look even more ethereal. She glanced back at him unintentionally, and Jiang Huai always felt there was a lonely emptiness in her eyes.
Could she be lonely? Jiang Huai suddenly became curious.
“I’ve taught Qingyu everything you asked for last time.”
“What?” Jiang Huai was taken aback.
The corner of Luo Yueguan’s mouth curled up, and her ankle lifted slightly under her purple dress, tapping lightly on his leg. Her eyes playfully scolded him.
“What do you think it is?”
“I told you not to teach those weird things…”
Jiang Huai looked helplessly at Luo Yueguan in front of him, but she was relentless. Her snow-white toes lightly traced his calf, lifting bit by bit. Luo Yueguan’s eyes playfully sized him up, quietly observing the changes in his expression. Jiang Huai extended his finger to stop her foot from climbing any higher.
“I thought you were all desire and no courage, but these days, sitting bored at Qingxuan Sect, I’ve thought for a long time and realized it’s not the case.”
Luo Yueguan’s eyes revealed a hint of triumph.
“You’re worried that after you take Qingyu’s body, you won’t have any more chances with your master, right?”
Luo Yueguan’s words pierced right through Jiang Huai’s thoughts.
He tried to argue, but he stammered and couldn’t speak, only managing to blurt out, “No!”
“Really? I remember when Chu Xianning came to see me a while ago, she specifically told me to postpone the wedding until your cultivation is restored. I haven’t told Qingyu about this yet. You’ll have to coax her yourself.”
“Alright.”
Jiang Huai was confident he could manage the coaxing, but Luo Yueguan scoffed.
“Men who eat what’s in the bowl while wanting what’s in the pot are the most despicable.”
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s right, I’m despicable.”
Jiang Huai didn’t want to argue with her, mainly because she was right, and he couldn’t refute it.
“Massage my feet,” Luo Yueguan’s toes poked at Jiang Huai’s palm.
“No.”
“Then next time I see you, I’ll tell your master that you and your good friend from down the mountain hugged and slept together, and your hand was kneading her butt.”
Jiang Huai’s eyes widened.
“That never happened, okay?!”
“It did, I saw it.”
“No, you’re making it up.”
“Massage me, and I won’t make things up.”
Luo Yueguan’s lips curved slightly.
Just as Jiang Huai was about to refuse, Luo Yueguan tilted her head.
“Didn’t I help you today? Doesn’t that count as you owing me a favor?”
“…Isn’t that a favor for my master?”
“Should I ask your master to repay it?”
“You win.”
Jiang Huai lifted his hand, gently grasped Luo Yueguan’s ankle, and placed her foot on his leg. His fingertips began by gently pinching her soft toes. Luo Yueguan’s eyes playfully watched him, trying to catch a glimpse of infatuation and greed in his eyes to satisfy some inexplicable wicked pleasure in her heart.
But Jiang Huai’s gaze was seriously overdone, as if he was really paying respectful homage to an elder, with meticulous movements and no room for criticism.
Ha, Jiang Huai Jr. had been filially pious to Chu Xianning for so many years, and he had mastered the art of managing his expressions long ago!
