Chapter 9 (2/2)

Half a day pa.s.sed, and he still hadn’t spoken.

The sun was setting in the west as if fighting with the stars in the sky.

Seated on the wine gourd, which measured more than 100 feet, surrounded by a mild immortal glow, and smelling the alcohol in the air, Li Changshou held up a bamboo slip and read quietly.

The others, including Yuwen Ling, who was seated right at the back, were already cultivating.

Jiu Jiu’s eyes were half-open. She lay down at the front of the wine gourd, allowing the wind to mess up her short hair. Indeed, she looked very different from most other immortals. However, one could also say that she looked full of character.

Li Changshou quietly appreciated the Dao technique recorded on the slip, imagining how the Dao technique would work. However, he never retracted his spiritual awareness. He remained on the lookout for any danger within 100 feet of himself.

This was because he had intentionally gone through cautious training before. For him, this was not much of a burden.

A wine gourd suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Li Changshou shook his head with a somber expression and said, “Thank you, Aunt-Master. Your disciple does not take kindly to wine.”

“Boring,” Jiu Jiu replied, rolling her eyes. She jumped up from the ‘stopper’ of the wine gourd and sat at the edges of the wine gourd’s mouth. Gently, she swung the cleanest part of her body—her slender legs.

She burped, and then asked seemingly subconsciously, “Changshou, your Master is going to ascend to immortality soon, right?”

“The tribulation should be about three to five years away,” replied Li Changshou while setting his book down on his legs. He turned his attention to Aunt-Master Jiu in front of him.

Jiu Jiu was actually one of the few people who would go to the Little Qiong Peak after Li Changshou joined the sect about 100 years ago.

“Ai.” Jiu Jiu sighed. She turned her back to Li Changshou and began to educate him in a deliberately aged tone.

“We got along quite well back then. Your Master is pitiful. His potential was not bad, but after he was injured, his Dao base suffered. Until now, he is having difficulty making up for it.

“Changshou, don’t despise your Master just because he hasn’t ascended to immortality yet. His understanding of the Immortal Du Sect’s Dao techniques is not worse than any 1,000-year-old immortal…”

“What are you talking about, Aunt-Master?” Li Changshou smiled slightly, causing his eyes to narrow as well. Extremely few people, apart from his Master and Junior Sister, had ever seen this expression on his face.

Li Changshou said, “My Master has always been giving his best to teach my Junior Sister and I. To me, Master is like my parent.”

“Speaking of which, what is up with your cultivation level? It’s been so many years, but you’re still at the Ninth Stage of Soul Formation. You can’t even break through the Void Return Realm?”

Jiu Jiu turned around to stare at the Little Qiong Peak. “When your Aunt-Master joined the sect, I heard people say that your Little Qiong Peak was filled with bad luck. It looks like that’s quite true.

“Show me your hand. I will see your potential. I remember your potential being quite good when you joined the sect, right? Don’t tell me that foolish Master of yours really messed you up!?”

Li Changshou immediately frowned. ‘Aunt-Master Jiu has good intentions, but…’

If she came into contact with Li Changshou’s body and inspected it, given her formidable skills as a Perfected Immortal, she would surely be able to tell Li Changshou’s true cultivation level despite his use of Dharma spells to hide it!

Jiu Jiu was already reaching out towards Li Changshou with her alcohol-scented right hand. He subconsciously rubbed his bottom and smiled shyly. “Aunt-Master, men, and women should not get too close. I’m afraid it’s inappropriate.”

“Men and women should not get too close? Who said that? I’ve never heard that!”

Jiu Jiu immediately cast Li Changshou a look of contempt. “The cultivators in my generation chase freedom. We want to live our lives freely. Why should you care about the customs and rules of the world?!

“Hurry, show me your hand!

“Has something gone wrong with your cultivation? I remember that your potential was quite good.”

“Aunt-Master, that’s inappropriate! Your disciple found out a few years ago that I will convulse all over whenever I come into contact with females!”

Li Changshou stood up suddenly and turned away. Two images emerged from his body as he quickly and smoothly appeared again behind Youqin Xuanya, smiling bitterly at Jiu Jiu.

Jiu Jiu blinked, suddenly realizing something.

‘The footwork that this fella used as he moved his body…’

“Dragon Swimming Across Clouds? That’s not bad, brat. You’ve learned such difficult footwork?” Jiu Jiu’s expression became strange. “Your Master said that you were only interested in escape techniques. You haven’t been spending the past hundred years on this, have you?!”

“Your disciple has always been working hard on cultivating. I have never been re— What!?”

He felt a soft touch.

Li Changshou looked down and saw fair, slender fingers gently stroking his inner thigh. A few black lines immediately appeared on his forehead.

He traced the slender fingers with his eyes, down to a smooth, fair arm, which resembled an exquisite statue made out of Mutton Fat white jade. He continued to trace the arm and saw a fiery-red shoulder strap, collar, and finally a slightly-tilted, slightly-curious, charming face.

Youqin Xuanya!

‘Found out a few years ago that I will convulse all over whenever I come into contact with females!’

The corners of Li Changshou’s mouth kept twitching wildly, but he made a decision a split second later.

This was one ruthless person. He had no regard for his outer-appearance now. His entire body began to tremble, and he gritted his teeth as he caused his own muscles to twist and turn. His face was contorted with pain, and his eyes rolled back as white foam began to form in his mouth.

‘D*mn it! Youqin Xuanya, aren’t you an ice mountain?! Wretch!’

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