Chapter 754: Chapter 754: Who Deceives Whom
Liu Qingxian blinked lightly.
“Are you talking about ?”
“Where did I go?”
Huh?
Shang Shiqiu was stunned: “If that person wasn’t you.”
“Then who was it?”
Outside the hall.
Jiang Fan had been following Liu Qingxian across a great distance.
Until the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was no longer visible in his line of sight.
“Qingxian, where are you taking ?”
Liu Qingxian finally stopped.
She pointed toward the deep blue sea nearby and said, “Does it look beautiful?”
Jiang Fan lifted his gaze.
Only then did he realize.
It turned out that the Heavenly chanism Pavilion was backed by a vast ocean.
The Tiger Demon Emperor Mansion was located in the furthest north of the Demon Race, adjacent to the North Sea.
The Heavenly chanism Pavilion, on the other hand, stood in the southernmost regions, overlooking the South Sea.
Two great powers, each guarding the northern and southern ends of the Continent.
Clearly, they had a tacit understanding to prevent the Sea Demon Clan from invading the Continent.
At this mont, as far as the eye could see.
The sea shimred brightly, with a flock of white seagulls circling above the surface.
Occasionally, unfortunate little fish would rise to the surface, only to be snatched away.
Scenes of lively vitality.
A sea breeze swept across, passing through the wild grass in the hills as if combed gently by an invisible hand.
Liu Qingxian’s black hair fluttered.
The hem of her purple dress swayed lightly.
Outlining her graceful figure like ink strokes, peaks gathered and waves surged.
“Beautiful?”
Liu Qingxian tilted her head to glance at him, her ethereal beauty causing one’s heart to race.
Jiang Fan responded, “The scenery is beautiful, but the person is even more stunning.”
He reached out and naturally wrapped an arm around her waist.
Liu Qingxian’s body stiffened slightly and struggled free.
Jiang Fan looked puzzled, a hint of unfamiliarity flashing in his eyes: “What’s wrong?”
“Calling here alone, isn’t it for intimacy?”
“Could it really be just to admire the view?”
Liu Qingxian brushed her hair ssily, flustered: “It’s…a bit sudden.”
Jiang Fan embraced her waist once more and said, “Why be shy?”
“You never acted like this before.”
Liu Qingxian squird a little but dared not push away again.
Biting her rosy lips lightly with pearly teeth, she said, “Fan, do you rember the cultivation technique you taught in my dreams?”
Jiang Fan nodded, “Of course I do, ‘Sword Heart Engraving,’ right?”
“In the dream, you saw a one-ard elder performing swordsmanship and thereby comprehended the fourth form.”
As he spoke.
His hand began to roam unrestrainedly over her slender, soft waist.
Even through the delicate silk fabric, her skin’s elasticity was perceptible.
Liu Qingxian’s body beca rigid, yet she didn’t dare struggle anymore, saying, “I seem to have forgotten.”
“Could you teach again?”
She clenched her silver teeth in secret.
Enduring imnse embarrassnt.
A voice tinged with helplessness echoed directly in her soul.
“Was this really necessary?”
“Is the sacrifice perhaps too much?”
The speaker, naturally, was the Remnant Soul in the broken hairpin.
And the Liu Qingxian before Jiang Fan—it was none other than Gu Xin’er.
“Using such an expensive Wanxiang Bead, and getting yourself taken advantage of.”
“What if you don’t manage to extract the sacred doctrine? Wouldn’t that be a complete loss?”
Gu Xin’er thought irritably, “Even if I fail, it’s still not a loss to !”
“Killing this scoundrel to vent my anger would still be worth it.”
“Besides, why does Master think I won’t succeed in deceiving him?”
“Look at him, acting like a lecher possessed.”
“A re invitation, and he followed along imdiately.”
“Barely exchanged a few words, and he’s already making moves.”
“Easy to fool.”
The Remnant Soul in the hairpin let out a cryptic laugh.
“Really?”
“Well, I hope to see your performance.”
She couldn’t believe that soone as cautious as Jiang Fan wouldn’t have grown suspicious by now.
Perhaps, at this mont, Jiang Fan was feigning ignorance, while it was her foolish apprentice who was being duped.
Hopefully, her foolish apprentice wouldn’t get deceived too disastrously.
Jiang Fan tapped her on the forehead lightly and said, “Already forgotten?”
Gu Xin’er acted coyly, “Teach again, won’t you?”
Jiang Fan sighed helplessly, “Alright, I’ll teach you one more ti.”
Gu Xin’er felt a surge of joy within.
Cheerfully saying, “Master, did you see that?”
“Didn’t I say so?”
“A man like this, whose brain is filled with won, is easily deceived.”
The Remnant Soul remained silent.
Just watching quietly.
What made her chuckle inwardly was Jiang Fan suddenly changing his tone.
“However, I won’t teach you for free.”
“What should you call now?”
Gu Xin’er froze, scanning her surroundings to confirm they were alone, instantly comprehending Jiang Fan’s implication.
Seething inwardly, “What does this rascal an?”
“Does he want to call him husband?”
Jiang Fan said, “Without changing how you address , you still expect to teach you swordsmanship?”
Gu Xin’er bit her silver teeth lightly.
Suppressing her embarrassnt and humiliation, she reluctantly uttered, “Hus…husband.”
After saying it, she cursed inwardly, “Despicable scoundrel, forcing to call him husband?”
“Just wait, once I reveal my true identity, I’ll see if he dares accept the title!”
Eh!
Jiang Fan responded softly.
Laughing gleefully as he pulled Liu Qingxian into his embrace and tilted her chin.
Gazing at her exquisite beauty, he said, “Qingxian, it’s been a while, have you missed your husband?”
Gu Xin’er felt as though she was enveloped in raging flas.
At such close proximity, she felt Jiang Fan’s fiery breath on her face intimately.
While flustered and angry, she stamred, “Miss…of course I missed you.”
Just as she finished speaking.
Suddenly, her view darkened.
Next thing she knew, her lips were enveloped.
Ah!
Gu Xin’er was startled and shoved Jiang Fan away abruptly, quickly wiping her lips:
“Pah, pah, pah!”
“What are you doing?”
Jiang Fan stumbled slightly, almost landing flat on his backside.
He looked at her with confusion and said, “You’re not Liu Qingxian, are you?”
“She wouldn’t push away like this.”
Gu Xin’er felt a jolt in her heart.
Her reaction was too extre.
Judging by Liu Qingxian and Jiang Fan’s affectionate reunion, spinning in circles upon seeing each other.
Their relationship seed extraordinarily intimate.
Her own behavior was undeniably suspicious.
Quickly moving forward, she began apologizing profusely: “I’m sorry, I was startled.”
“I didn’t an it.”
Jiang Fan, embarrassed and furious, said, “It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”
“Was that necessary?”
Gu Xin’er noticed his doubts fading and felt slightly relieved, continuing to apologize incessantly:
“I’m truly sorry…”
Jiang Fan, however, pulled her back into his arms again and said, “What use is an apology?”
“Kiss yourself.”
“Don’t make urge you.”
What?
Gu Xin’er fud internally.
He wanted her to kiss him willingly?
Over her dead body!
Instantly, the thought of killing him surged.
But after contemplating, rembering her master was watching.
She had assured her master she could extract the sacred doctrine. To give up now?
Master already held her in low regard.
If she failed halfway through, wouldn’t that further confirm her master’s disdain?
After hesitating briefly, she closed her eyes, silently chanting:
“I’ll just pretend I’m being kissed by a pig!”
“Later, I’ll shred him into eighths—no, into sixteenths—no, into dust!!”
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and leaned in.
“Hey…”
The hairpin tried to stop her; the sacrifice was too extre.
Moreover, it likely would be entirely wasted.
Still, pondering how this experience might temper Gu Xin’er.
Intervening excessively would erase the opportunity for growth.
Thus, she swallowed her urge to protest.
Watching her foolish apprentice lose her first kiss.
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