"City Lord Xu, do you truly wish for Junior Sister Xu and Junior Brother He to beco Dao Companions?"
In Jian Yue’s room, she looked at Xu Jiangxing in surprise and asked.
Earlier, Xu Jiangxing suddenly ca to find her, actually to ask her to help matchmake Xu Caihe and He Zhiqiu.
Xu Jiangxing even said that as long as He Zhiqiu was willing, once the two recovered, they would marry in Zhenlian City, with both Masters Zheng Shengmo and Ye Xiyue present as witnesses.
After getting married, Zhenlian City would also fully support He Zhiqiu’s cultivation, offering Body Refining Spirit Pill and Body Cultivation Secret Technique without reservation!
Haha, what would Madam think if she knew that the master was stirring up trouble again?
After listening to Xu Jiangxing’s words, Jian Yue appeared calm but was internally delighted.
Oh, I just saw Madam darting out from the room, she must be going to look for the master!
Jian Yue had a thought and said to Xu Jiangxing, "City Lord Xu, becoming Dao Companions is not a trivial matter, how about you take Caihe to talk to Junior Brother He? If the two are truly mutually affectionate, I naturally won’t stop them."
Xu Jiangxing hesitated; after all, he was the City Lord of Zhenlian City, and He Zhiqiu was rely an Outer Sect disciple, Xu Caihe was already considered marrying down.
If he really took his daughter to actively seek him out, it would seem a bit humble.
But Xu Jiangxing rembered the shy and joyful look on his daughter’s face when she heard his words monts ago in her room.
She even urged him to quickly find that He Zhiqiu.
Upon careful thought, Caihe having gone through life and death, must have gained a clearer perspective on many things.
One must courageously pursue the one they love, or regrets would surely be left behind.
His daughter must be holding such thoughts, which is why she set aside her pride and asked him to propose to He Zhiqiu.
Xu Jiangxing almost caused harm to Xu Caihe, feeling guilty, he naturally wanted to fully help his daughter secure the man of her choice.
He promptly nodded, "Elder Ye is right, I will take Caihe to find Immortal Master He for a detailed discussion."
...
In the spacious guest room of the City Lord’s Mansion backyard.
Qin Gengyun lay on the bed, bare-chested, as a delicate-looking female dical Cultivator was applying ointnt to him.
The female dical Cultivator’s slender, white hands sparkled with light, as she sared, her small hand road over him.
"Ahem." Qin Gengyun coughed, sowhat awkwardly saying:
"Dear Daoist, my injuries aren’t severe, I can heal myself well enough."
"That’s unacceptable, your injuries are serious, they require proper treatnt."
The female dical Cultivator earnestly replied.
Qin Gengyun felt a bit helpless; while dical Cultivators treating him was fine, the point was this female dical Cultivator’s expression upon seeing his muscles was imdiately off, her gaze seeming like she wanted to devour him.
Now she’s using the excuse of applying dicine to directly touch him!
Qin Gengyun felt uneasy; firstly, because he simply wasn’t accustod to other won touching him like this, and secondly...
His wife was in the room right now!
Qiu Zhihe stood aside, coldly watching the female dical Cultivator’s hand wander over Qin Gengyun, even occasionally pinching his bulging, powerful muscles.
Instantly, a cold aura spread through the room.
"Achoo! Why is it so cold?" The female dical Cultivator sneezed, looked around in confusion, and seeing Qiu Zhihe standing nearby, said to her:
"Dear Immortal, I still need to treat Immortal Master He, could you please step outside?"
Qiu Zhihe stated indifferently, "He does not need a dical Cultivator."
"His injuries are severe, how could he not need..."
The female dical Cultivator suddenly felt as if her entire body was frozen, even her tongue was numb.
From the petite woman in front of her ca an overwhelming aura, more terrifying than an Ancient Demonic Beast!
"What the Immortal says is right, I bid you farewell."
The female dical Cultivator imdiately withdrew her hand, panic-stricken, and fled out of Qin Gengyun’s room.
Qiu Zhihe turned back, coldly looking at Qin Gengyun lying on the bed, "Feeling comfortable?"
Qin Gengyun puzzled, "Wife, what are you saying?"
Qiu Zhihe slowly extended her small hand, placing it on Qin Gengyun’s abdominal muscles, "Just now, that pretty female dical Cultivator was touching you like this too, was it comfortable?"
Qin Gengyun hurriedly shook his head, "Not comfortable!"
Qiu Zhihe sneered, "She touches and it’s comfortable, I touch and it’s uncomfortable?"
Qin Gengyun quickly changed his response, "Not comfortable!"
Qiu Zhihe’s gaze turned colder, "So it’s still uncomfortable when I touch?"
"..." Qin Gengyun was speechless, "Wife, I only have eyes for you, I didn’t even notice what that female dical Cultivator looked like earlier!"
"Then I’ll go and bring her back for you to look at properly?"
Qiu Zhihe turned as if to walk out.
"No, wife, wait!"
Qin Gengyun jumped up from the bed, grabbing onto Qiu Zhihe’s hand. Qiu Zhihe coldly said:
"My hand makes you uncomfortable, yet you won’t let go?"
"Wife, why are you being so unreasonable?"
"What did you say? Mmm mmm..."
Qiu Zhihe’s lips were sealed, her cold expression instantly lting, her face starting to heat up, small hand weakly pushing against Qin Gengyun’s chest.
"The door, it’s not closed."
With a wave of Qin Gengyun’s hand, the door slamd shut, and the Everlasting Lamp extinguished.
"Husband, no... you’re not healed yet."
"Wife’s vinegar jar spills too easily, I must properly teach you what gentleness and virtue an."
"Dare you! Mmm mmm?!"
After a stick of incense’s ti, still halfway through their cultivation, a knock sounded outside.
The movents inside the room halted instantly, Qiu Zhihe’s voice surprisingly tinged with a hint of panic:
"Soone’s here."
In the past when she cultivated with Qin Gengyun, it was usually at their own ho, never disturbed, allowing her to act freely.
Which is why, after their fierce battle, emotions unresolved, montarily passionate, she forgot this was the backyard of soone else’s ho.
Also, it was within Qin Gengyun’s room; should anyone see her like this, any Demon Sect Saintess reputation, any Beauty Ranking second place could be buried in Northern Wilderness’s depths and never surface again.
In her panic, even in darkness, Qiu Zhihe’s pretty face is visibly red like a little lantern.
Her slender hand beckoned, and clothes scattered on the ground flew up, dressing her and Qin Gengyun in an instant, before she fiercely glared at Qin Gengyun, escaping under the bed.
Qin Gengyun had never seen his wife so panic-stricken, unable to help but shake his head and chuckle, as the knocking ca again, followed by Xu Jiangxing’s steady voice:
"Immortal Master He, are you resting?"
Xu Jiangxing must have heard rustling inside and assud Qin Gengyun was up.
With the City Lord himself outside, Qin Gengyun had to respond, "City Lord Xu, please wait a mont."
He waved to light the Everlasting Lamp, got up, tidied his clothes, and smoothed the bed before going to open the door.
He saw Xu Jiangxing standing outside, accompanied by the bashfully staring Xu Caihe.
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