After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 143 - Arrival

Chapter 143: Arrival

The moonlight in the courtyard was bright and clear.

Chu Xianning’s breathing seemed to become a bit more rapid, perhaps due to the scorching heat of Jiang Huai’s fingertips.

“Alright.” Jiang Huai let go, his eyes softly gazing at Chu Xianning.

“Does Master want a shoulder and neck massage too?”

“No,” Chu Xianning decisively refused this time.

“You have to get up early tomorrow, you should go to sleep early.”

“But I still want to drink a few more cups.”

“You’re not allowed to drink.”

“Then... when I return from Daoji Ancestral Land, shall we drink a few cups together?”

Jiang Huai asked softly, but Chu Xianning still didn’t give a direct answer, only whispering,

“We’ll see when you get back.”

“Alright.” Jiang Huai stood up.

“Master, rest well.”

He stood up and went back to his room, closing the door.

Chu Xianning sat in the courtyard, the serene moonlight falling on her. She sat there alone for a long time, until the full moon was high overhead, and finally, she got up and went back to her room, wrapping herself tightly in the white bedding, only her head exposed.

She closed her eyes.

This time, she didn’t suffer from insomnia.

......

Wen Wanwan arrived early at the Guangxue Mountain courtyard.

Jiang Huai brought out the spirit boat given to him by Chu Xianning, which required spirit stones to operate and didn’t need him to use spiritual energy to steer. The journey to Daoji Ancestral Land was quite long; even with the spirit boat’s speed set to the highest, it would take two and a half days of flight, with the location being in Linglong Continent.

Linglong Continent often had various small secret realms opening and was also home to many places of fortune, making it a stronghold for casual cultivators. There were no major sects here, and for this reason, Linglong Continent was also a gathering place for evil cultivators.

However, the evil cultivators of the Eastern Region were not very rampant, mostly behaving like mice hiding their tails, never daring to wreak havoc in broad daylight.

The spirit boat was easy to pilot; after inserting spirit stones, one only needed to use a sliver of consciousness to control it. Chu Xianning’s spirit boat had a separate room, and Jiang Huai prepared the bedding on the bed. As the three-day journey was about to reach Linglong Continent, Jiang Huai felt his back was a bit sore.

Wen Wanwan seemed to become bolder after learning he was Ah Mumu. However, the one who wrote those risqué plots was little Zhaonan, who only had theoretical knowledge. So, two clumsy people began to cautiously explore each other’s bodies, indulging in pleasure before cuddling to sleep in the blankets.

Jiang Huai had countless moments in his mind when he wanted to press Wen Wanwan beneath him and bully her thoroughly. Wen Wanwan’s cheeks were always slightly pink, but her clear, moist eyes never showed a hint of refusal.

But in the end, Jiang Huai didn’t.

In a moment of reverie, Jiang Huai suddenly laughed.

Luo Qingyu was the same towards him, allowing him to take and ask as he pleased. But he seemed to rarely take the initiative with Luo Qingyu.

Was it because he had gotten used to seeing her as a sister over the years, or because doing something bad to Luo Qingyu meant they had to get married?

Luo Qingyu often hinted at marriage, both openly and covertly, and the thought of it made him uneasy. But Luo Qingyu also showed her unease to him, and between their mutual discomfort, Jiang Huai chose to set a wedding date with her to calm her down.

But Wen Wanwan never brought up marriage, even though she might also want everything while claiming she wanted nothing... At least she said nothing and did nothing, just being obedient, just wanting to cuddle in his arms and kiss his cheeks.

Sometimes, when he thought about it seriously, it seemed he really had no conscience. The constant system notifications in his head seemed to subtly influence many of his thoughts. Sometimes he felt like he was split into two people, one struggling in desire and the other sinking into it.

The struggling Jiang Huai Jr. was tormented and in pain, and the sinking Jiang Huai Jr.... now, holding Wen Wanwan’s soft body, the fragrant and soft touch seemed to soften his heart as well.

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Fortunately, the spirit boat only needed to travel for three days.

If it had been a seven-day journey, Jiang Huai wondered if he could still energetically get out of bed. Wen Wanwan’s complexion, however, was becoming more and more rosy. Even when she put on her simple white Taoist robe, covering her figure and skin, her eyes still inadvertently revealed a hint of allure when looking at him, unable to return to her previous gentle and soft demeanor.

Seeing Jiang Huai staring blankly at her, Wen Wanwan’s eyes showed a hint of cunning. She slightly opened her pink lips, and her tongue gently swayed, reminding Jiang Huai of the way her tongue stirred in his mouth, making his head dizzy. He leaned in and pinched Wen Wanwan’s pale face, “We’re about to arrive.”

“So soon...”

“It’s been three whole days.”

“But Wanwan always feels like time flies so fast.”

That was true. In these three days, apart from being intimate, they ate, and after being well-fed, they lay in bed, cuddled in the blankets, chatting.

While chatting, Wen Wanwan would lean in for a kiss, and from kissing, they would become intimate again, and after that, they would sleep in each other’s arms. Jiang Huai realized he loved burying his face in Wen Wanwan’s collarbone to sleep, and she would gently embrace his back, her actions somewhat like soothing a child.

“It feels like it passed in a flash.”

Jiang Huai scratched his head, “Shall we eat something before disembarking?”

“Mhm.”

The spirit boat will arrive outside the Daoji Ancestral Land in another hour. Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan come to the edge of the deck, where he takes out some of the ingredients he had prepared earlier. He adds a bit of hot pot base into the spring water in the copper pot, planning to enjoy a hot pot before disembarking the spirit boat.

......

The Daoji Ancestral Land has not yet opened.

When Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan arrive, a Ziyun Pavilion tower rises from the wilderness outside the Daoji Ancestral Land. Every time such a major secret realm opens, Ziyun Pavilion never misses the business opportunity, sending someone with the Ziyun Pavilion branch’s spiritual treasure to establish a Ziyun Pavilion on the spot.

This Ziyun Pavilion houses countless rare treasures. Previously, an evil cultivator had the idea to rob the spiritual treasure of the Ziyun Pavilion branch, but after that cultivator... along with his wives, children, concubines, and his entire sect, were all brutally killed by Ziyun Pavilion, no one dared to harbor any ill intentions again.

As soon as Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan disembark from the spirit boat, they attract the attention of many nearby cultivators. Those who can afford to stay in the luxurious Ziyun Pavilion tower do so, while those who cannot afford it sit on the wilderness to meditate or chat with strangers, discussing the possibility of exploring the secret realm together.

Due to cultivation level restrictions, the cultivators who have arrived at the Daoji Ancestral Land are mostly in the late stages of Foundation Establishment, seeking the spiritual energy of heaven. There are also many disciples from noble families or sects, each accompanied by a cultivator to protect the way.

The Daoji Ancestral Land will open tonight, so Jiang Huai doesn’t plan to rent a room. With about four hours left, Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan, having nothing to do, simply hold hands and wander around the Ziyun Pavilion tower. On the second floor, where clothes are sold, Jiang Huai buys Wen Wanwan many beautiful dresses.

At this point, Wen Wanwan is no longer adept at refusing. She doesn’t mind changing into prettier dresses to accompany Jiang Huai... because she understands that Jiang Huai likes it and wants her to look good. They also buy many cute little socks.

While purchasing dresses, Jiang Huai’s gaze is drawn to a female cultivator, not because she is exceptionally beautiful, but because she is wearing a high-slit cheongsam that almost fully reveals her fair legs.

The cultivator protecting her way behind her is someone whose soul cultivation Jiang Huai cannot see through, indicating that the woman’s status is either rich or noble, as evidenced by the luxurious jewelry she wears.

The female cultivator glances back inadvertently and sees Wen Wanwan and Jiang Huai buying dresses. Upon seeing Jiang Huai, she suddenly smiles. Twisting her waist, she slowly approaches, but her eyes first fall on Wen Wanwan.

“This sister is very pretty, but I don’t recognize her. Which sect is she from?”

Wen Wanwan is taken aback.

In front of strangers, she almost instantly reverts to her usual cool and indifferent demeanor. She softly replies,

“Tianxuan Sect, Wen Wanwan.”

“Tianxuan Sect... I am a cultivator from the Aolai Continent’s Tingyu Sect,” the female cultivator says with a gentle smile at the corner of her mouth.

“My name is Mo Wanqiu.”

Wen Wanwan nods lightly, not understanding the other’s intention to strike up a conversation, but luckily, Mo Wanqiu speaks up next.

“Your male companion is not bad. Can I borrow him to play with?”

Wen Wanwan is startled, and Jiang Huai’s eyes twitch slightly.

With his cultivation at only the first level of Qi Refining, at first glance, he indeed looks like Wen Wanwan’s kept man.

Wen Wanwan is somewhat confused and looks innocently at Jiang Huai, who can only smile helplessly. Then Wen Wanwan understands Jiang Huai’s meaning and shakes her head.

“No, he’s not my kept man.”

“Then what is he?” Mo Wanqiu is puzzled.

“Dao companion,” Jiang Huai answers before Mo Wanqiu, surprising her.

She once again uses her spiritual energy to probe Jiang Huai’s cultivation, confirming that he is only at the first level of Qi Refining. But the next instant, Jiang Huai releases his soul aura, and Mo Wanqiu’s face turns pale under the pressure, but thankfully, her protector immediately blocks Jiang Huai’s aura with his soul power.

Jiang Huai smiles slightly, “Fairy sister, please don’t misunderstand.”

Mo Wanqiu comes to a realization but simply smiles, “Well, it’s a pity. The young man is really handsome... If there’s a chance in the future, come to the Tingyu Sect to find me.”

“We’ll see,” Jiang Huai shakes his head, and Mo Wanqiu turns to leave, continuing to select clothes.

Once Mo Wanqiu is far away, Wen Wanwan looks up with a smile on her lips, reaching out to gently pinch Jiang Huai’s cheek, “Senior Brother Jiang Huai is really popular with women.”

Jiang Huai doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

This little episode doesn’t affect anything.

Jiang Huai continues to pick out clothes with Wen Wanwan, and she also buys him an outfit. After finishing their shopping, they stroll around the wilderness outside the Daoji Ancestral Land.

Jiang Huai quietly observes every cultivator they pass. After a big round, he has seen a total of two hundred and thirty-seven late Foundation Establishment cultivators, but so far, he hasn’t seen anyone with a strange aura that he can’t figure out.

All they have to do is wait for the Daoji Ancestral Land to open.