Chapter 60

Zheng Gongming looked at Zheng Yueting, who was kneeling before him, feeling both heartache and helplessness.

"Yeting, have you really thought this through?" he asked again, "In the Golden Saber Sect, you are a beloved little princess. Once you join another sect, there will be no parents or senior disciples to pamper you. Everything will depend on your own efforts."

"Father, I have made up my mind. If I continue to live a carefree life in the Golden Saber Sect, it will indeed be comfortable, but the cultivation techniques and skills here are not suitable for women and cannot help me understand the true path of cultivation," Zheng Yueting said firmly, "Palace Master Lin is not only a woman but also a powerful Tianlun expert. I want to join the Floating Flower Palace and cultivate high-level techniques under her guidance."

"What can a woman achieve no matter how powerful she becomes? In the end, you will still have to marry and take care of your husband and children," Zheng Gongming said, cherishing his daughter. Even though Qingfeng Mountain is not far, he was reluctant to let her leave his side easily.

"Father, after this incident, I have come to a clear understanding," Zheng Yueting raised her head, her beautiful eyes shining with determination, "Even if you have no ambition for power, trouble will still come when it should. Only by having powerful strength can one deal with potential disasters. I am only seventeen, still young, and should strive to become stronger. Marriage can wait for a couple of years."

Zheng Gongming knew that although his daughter was usually obedient, she was very decisive when it came to important matters. Once she made up her mind, it was hard to change. Seeing her determination, he sighed and said, "Fine, it's also your brother's fault for not being ambitious. If he had even a fraction of Xiaozhong's ability, he wouldn't have put such a heavy burden on you."

"Father, my brother is still young. Please don't blame him," Zheng Yueting advised, "Zhongwen is an exception. There are probably very few people in the entire Dagan Empire who can match him, so it's not fair to compare."

Hearing Zheng Yueting's high praise for Zhongwen, Zheng Gongming felt a stir in his heart and looked at his daughter, who was as beautiful as a flower.

Could it be...

He thought of the intimate scene between Zhongwen and Leng Wushuang that day, shook his head, and pushed the thought away. "The Floating Flower Palace has done a great favor for our Golden Saber Sect. Since you are determined to go and become a disciple, you must not be impolite. Go to the storage room and take some spirit crystals to prepare a proper gift for your master."

"Father, I understand," Zheng Yueting smiled, "Qingfeng Mountain is not far, and I will often come back to visit you, Mother, my brother, and all the senior disciples."

"Go talk to your mother. Once you leave the sect, she will have one less person to talk to," Zheng Gongming looked at his daughter's flower-like smile, feeling a lump in his throat, as if he were sending off his daughter for marriage...

***

Leng Wushuang lay on the bed like a kitten, her arms pillowing her face, while Zhongwen inserted golden needles into her back.

"Your injuries are almost fully healed," Zhongwen said after a while, removing the needles, "I will help you unblock your meridians. Pay attention to your cultivation over the next few days. In a week, you will be as lively as ever."

As he spoke, he used the One Yang Finger technique, pressing down her smooth, jade-like back.

Feeling the warm currents flowing from her back, Leng Wushuang felt as if she were in her mother's embrace, warm and comfortable, and couldn't help but let out a soft murmur.

Feeling the smooth, silk-like skin of Leng Wushuang and hearing her soft, delicate voice, Zhongwen felt his blood rush to his head, almost losing control.

He always felt that Leng Wushuang's skin had become even smoother and finer since she started cultivating the "Tai Su Xuan Yin Gong," living up to its reputation as a beauty technique.

Chanting "Amitabha" three times to suppress his inappropriate thoughts, Zhongwen played the role of a doctor seriously.

After unblocking her meridians, Zhongwen pulled the blanket over her and gently stroked her black hair, "You must not come to the kitchen for the next two days. Your only task is to rest well."

"Okay," Leng Wushuang turned over under the blanket, her big, watery eyes gazing at him, looking incredibly cute and charming.

Looking at her snow-white shoulders exposed from the blanket, Zhongwen felt his heart's fire, which he had just suppressed, flare up again. He quickly took a step back, about to find an excuse to escape the room, when he suddenly remembered something and took out a thin book from his pocket, handing it to Leng Wushuang.

"Wushuang, this is something I found on the black-clothed assassin. See what it is," Zhongwen said. He could recognize fewer than fifty characters in the entire book, so he couldn't read it.

"This... this is!" Leng Wushuang was excited and couldn't help but sit up, "The Concealment Technique of the Ten Thousand Gold Tower!"

She was completely naked, and although she held the blanket with her left hand to cover her chest, it still exposed a lot.

I can't take it anymore, I'm going to explode!

Zhongwen felt that this girl was completely not treating him like a man, challenging his rationality.

He covered his nose and said in a muffled voice, "You already know the Concealment Technique of the Ten Thousand Gold Tower, don't you?"

"That's different," Leng Wushuang shook her head, "What I learned is just the lowest-level ordinary concealment technique. This book records the gold-level concealment technique that the Ten Thousand Gold Tower is proud of, which only the top assassins can cultivate. Even Feng doesn't know it."

This girl, who has cultivated my star-level technique and diamond-level spirit skill, is so excited about a trashy gold-level spirit skill, it's like holding a watermelon and envying the sesame seeds...

Zhongwen silently complained.

Leng Wushuang, of course, didn't know what he was thinking. She excitedly flipped through the book, and when she used both hands, the blanket, which had been supported by her left hand, inevitably slipped, exposing a pair of bouncing, large, white breasts.

"Ah!" Zhongwen couldn't hold back any longer, and his nose started bleeding.

"Zhongwen, what's wrong?" Leng Wushuang turned her head, seeing Zhongwen's embarrassed state, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

Zhongwen, covering his nose, extended his right hand shakily and pointed at Leng Wushuang's chest.

"Ah!" Leng Wushuang looked down, realized she was exposed, and let out a cry, quickly dropping the book and using both hands to pull the blanket in front of her.

However, this half-covered, half-exposed, shy posture was even more alluring, accelerating Zhongwen's blood circulation.

I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die from blood loss.

Zhongwen felt his head getting dizzy.

Seeing that he was bleeding uncontrollably, Leng Wushuang was also panicked. She quickly wrapped herself in the blanket, got up, and pulled Zhongwen to the bed, lying down. She took out a white handkerchief from somewhere and handed it to him.

Zhongwen, lying on his back, took the handkerchief and plugged his nose, feeling a faint fragrance, similar to Leng Wushuang's scent. After a while, his nose stopped bleeding, and his heart calmed down, but he couldn't help but complain, "Wushuang, don't you know how beautiful you are? I'm a normal man, and you're just playing with fire."

Hearing this, Leng Wushuang felt both shy and happy. Her beautiful eyes sparkled, and her cheeks turned red like a ripe apple, making Zhongwen's heart race, and he couldn't resist wanting to take a bite.

The two of them looked into each other's eyes, filled with affection, and the room was filled with a romantic atmosphere.

Zhongwen's young body, having cultivated the "One Qi Longevity Technique," a diamond-level health technique, was full of vitality. In such an intimate atmosphere, how could he resist? He suddenly lunged forward, pinning the shy girl to the bed, kissing her rosy lips fiercely, and his hands became increasingly bold.

Leng Wushuang seemed to be startled by Zhongwen's rough actions, feeling her whole body heat up, but she didn't resist at all. Instead, she blushed and submitted herself, looking obedient.

Tasting the sweetness and fragrance in Leng Wushuang's mouth and feeling her plump, soft body, Zhongwen's body began to react in a shameful way. Suddenly, he remembered that the girl under him was still recovering from her injuries, and he felt a pang of sympathy, quickly sitting up and reflecting on his actions.

"I'm sorry, you haven't fully recovered, and I..." he said, feeling ashamed and uneasy.

"I'm willing," Leng Wushuang gently held Zhongwen's hand, her eyes filled with tender affection.

"Wushuang, are you sure I'm a man worth entrusting your life to?" Zhongwen was still hesitant, "I might be a playboy and fall in love with other women."

"Since the day I met Feng, and you said those words to me, I knew I could never leave you," Leng Wushuang extended her white, smooth arms, wrapped around Zhongwen's neck, and whispered in his ear, "As long as I can be by your side, I am content. A man as outstanding as you, if I wanted to monopolize, even the heavens wouldn't allow it."

"Wushuang, I, Zhongwen, swear to the heavens that I will never betray you."

With the girl confessing to this extent, if he hesitated any longer, he wouldn't be a man. Zhongwen finally couldn't hold back, wrapping his arms around Leng Wushuang's soft, delicate body, his hands caressing her smooth back, feeling the endless softness in front of him, and his lips fiercely pressed against her delicate, cherry lips.

"Mmm..."

Leng Wushuang was kissed until she felt weak all over, with no strength left, and let herself be pushed back onto the bed.

The spirit crystal lamp hanging from the ceiling had been extinguished at some point.

A moment of spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the night was filled with the dance of fish and dragons...