After the Major Event with the General of the Southern Garrison, Lady Nangong still had to discipline her son, and incidentally discuss family matters with these trusted confidants, naturally, soone like Chen Xuantian, an outsider, couldn’t be present to watch the show. Thus, the guards escorted Chen Xuantian into the flagship cabin of the Nangong Family, preparing for him a newly organized quiet room for cultivation.
Yes, the sa room that originally belonged to the scholar who was kicked dead earlier; of course, all his elixir materials, magic artifacts, talismans, and the like had already been collected, but the books on the shelves were still there.
The most conspicuous was a complete set of handwritten Nine Luminaries Divine Sword Manual, densely packed with tiny annotations in the appendix—clearly a treasure that had been passed through several hands, and one could only wonder how much effort the scholar had put into it, with the books being turned worn out.
Scholars live for books, and besides sword manuals, they are often surrounded by piles and piles of classics and histories, the customs and cultures from various regions, nurous calculation manuals and elixir prescriptions, clearly showing soone with an eye like peach blossoms who is truly a well-read, lamps-illuminating-the-night type. Though not yet successful and famous, he certainly possesses both scholarly and martial skills, belonging to the Emperor’s household, incomparable to the riffraff outside who couldn’t even enter the main entrance, truly a rare talent among thousands.
With his own comprehension and hard work reaching the Golden Core, as long as he could attach himself to this mighty tree of the Nangong Family, using the accumulated resources from the Southern Border, he could have the chance of cultivating to the Nascent Soul Realm, or even reversing fate by entering the Mystic Sect in another life.
It’s just a pity that his destiny fell a bit short, his vision fell a bit short, his opportunity fell a bit short, his skills fell a bit short—short here, short there, and eventually, he ended up in Chen Xuantian’s hands.
In fact, considering the scholar had sowhat managed to cultivate a bit of sword energy, Chen Xuantian had already shown rcy. Knowing this guy was lurking at the door to watch for his weakness, he deliberately exhibited a bit of inner strength, steaming him an extra cup of hot tea; yet the guy, oblivious to disparity, insisted on testing his skills—who else could be blad?
Even if Pan Zhang hadn’t stepped on him, and got injured by the sword energy’s backlash, resulting in crippled body and lost skills, he would surely be swept out by the Nangong Family, how long could he live?
If you fight but fail, there’s no advance, only retreat; being defeated by the sword ans death—the Sword Sect’s way is just like this.
Currently, the zeal of the common people isn’t exhausted yet, but in another ten or twenty years, when they realize that the sword of Nine Yin Mountain requires lives in exchange, naturally there wouldn’t be many random fish willing to walk this perilous path.
Of course, it’s likely Tie Dan doesn’t mind either, with no capable person in Nine Yin Mountain, surely he’ll take advantage of the current sword dao trend, earn from whoever wants to climb the mountain, don’t fear theft of skills, only fear you won’t learn...
Casually flipping through the scholar’s collection, Chen Xuantian picked out a few he hadn’t read before, lit a lamp, and read for a while before suddenly lifting his head to open the door, seeing the maid clearly hesitating whether to knock or not at the entrance, oh, the one who wouldn’t even pour tea.
"Oh, is the Lady summoning at this late hour? Is it for dinner?"
The maid, wrapped in a cloak, has been standing stiffly at the door for a while, taken aback by his sudden encounter, couldn’t hide for a mont, decided not to act, revealing a look of disdain and contempt, giving sidelong glances at the chubby gentleman in front.
"What qualification do you have to sit at the table for dinner?"
Chen Xuantian smiled gently,
"Oh, did you find the wrong door then? But here to find the scholar? He’s not here."
The maid took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, glared at him,
"Just looking for you, move aside!"
Chen Xuantian remained smiling, stepping aside to let her in.
The maid gritted her teeth and entered the room, stepping under the dim light, might as well since she was inside already, taking a deep breath to suppress the visible disdain and dissatisfaction, she lifted her cloak,
"Tonight, the Lady orders to serve you! Do as you please, just finish quickly!"
Chen Xuantian smiled and scrutinized her; this maid looked about peach and plum youthful, though not quite a national beauty, but might rank as one of the Four Flowers in this small place. Naturally, knowing her purpose here, preparations under the cloak are surely done.
A full head of hair like a dark cloud breaking over the shoulders, with glistening wet ends, crystal droplets falling on the waist, exuding a fragrant aroma all over, fresh and glossy, orchid and musk fragrance pervasive, clearly freshly bathed, her skin shining with a milk-like luster under the lamp glow, tender and breakable.
Her figure was indeed impressive, curvy with quality, succulent and delicate, full and fleshy, slightly plump but not bloated, rounded but not slack. She wore a lightly draped, semi-transparent silk shawl, with red embroidered mandarin ducks playing in the water bellyband covering her body and chest, delicate foot arches partly revealed, faint lotus hooks showing, surprisingly wearing not even an inch of skirt hem, stepping with a pair of golden silk embroidered double lotus shoes, arriving in such charming boneless elegance, awash with blooming beauty.
If the scholar were still in the room now, he might sigh and murmur so lines, such as:
Furong condenses Jade Dew, a slight red blushes the face. Thin gauze covers the creamy hills, half hiding the snowy skin slantwise.
Lotus steps in gold silk shoes, wet clouds veil the green gauze. National beauty with fragrant bones, require no additional ornant.
However, Chen Xuantian now being more like a monk, circled her once to ensure no hidden weapons, then casually chatted,
"Oh, aren’t you the Young General’s personal maid? Wow, is the Young General such a generous person?"
Hearing the chubby man deliberately bring this up, the maid gritted her teeth, unwillingly,
"The Young General... The Young General is about to receive enfeoffnt and ennoblent, the Lady changed a batch of guards for his personal protection... Li Hu insisted you took a fancy on ...
Tch! Such a petty man! Just because I didn’t pour tea for you! Petty! Do as you please! Just finish quickly!"
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