After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 51 - Everything went dark before his eyes

Chapter 51: Everything went dark before his eyes

A faint taste of blood came from Jiang Huai’s lips.

It was because Luo Yueguan had bitten his lip—

This woman must definitely be born in the year of the dog!

She’s insane!

Luo Yueguan’s lips were ice-cold, and he felt as if he had been gently stung by a scorpion. Even though her red dress was fiery and her cheeks enchanting, none of this justified her sudden and unreasonable bite.

“Sect master Luo… are you born in the year of the dog?”

Jiang Huai’s fingertips lightly touched the spot she had just bitten, looking at Luo Yueguan’s bright red lips, as luscious as roses, yet not a hint of remorse in her eyes.

“Can’t I bite?” Luo Yueguan was still sitting on top of Jiang Huai.

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Jiang Huai’s hands were somewhat at a loss for where to place them. If Luo Qingyu’s body was warm and soft, then Luo Yueguan’s was as cold as a block of ice, the bone-chilling coldness gradually spreading from her body to his.

It turned out she had already been tormented so severely by the Ice Soul Profound Body.

Jiang Huai was just about to reason with her, but as his gaze fell on Luo Yueguan’s face, catching sight of her glowing eyelashes, the words at the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down.

Perhaps she was just drunk and venting some emotions.

“You’re very cold.”

Jiang Huai no longer dwelled on why she had suddenly bitten him, instead whispering to Luo Yueguan as he looked down.

“Then let me go.”

Luo Yueguan’s voice became slightly urgent.

Because at that moment, while Jiang Huai mentioned how cold she was, he gently embraced her, just as he would hold Luo Qingyu in the sun during the day.

Her body was already extremely cold, blocking the warmth from Jiang Huai’s body. Yet inexplicably, her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Jiang Huai’s hands were like a pair of chains, seemingly as thin as paper and easily breakable if she stood up, yet she remained unmoved as if willingly imprisoned right there.

Luo Yueguan couldn’t remember how long it had been since she was last held by someone.

Perhaps in her entire life, she had never been truly tenderly embraced, only remembering her mother hugging her while lamenting her own tragic life, venting all her pain onto her.

Perhaps her sudden bite of Jiang Huai was a recollection of being held in that woman’s arms, being gnawed on to vent emotions.

Jiang Huai felt Luo Yueguan’s trembling body, her coldness notwithstanding, her waist was soft.

Jiang Huai remained silent, his gaze on Luo Yueguan’s pale neck. He leaned in slightly, perhaps because his warm breath landed on her neck, Luo Yueguan’s neck tensed, and she turned her head to look at Jiang Huai with a hint of panic in her eyes.

“What are you trying to do?”

“Hug you.”

“You are so courageous!”

“It was you who bit me out of the blue, which was truly unreasonable.”

Jiang Huai’s fingertips suddenly tickled Luo Yueguan’s waist, muttering as he did so.

“I’ll tickle you for biting me.”

Luo Yueguan struggled in Jiang Huai’s arms, her slender legs kicking non-stop, and a laugh that she couldn’t suppress emerged from her lips. After a while, Jiang Huai finally let go.

Luo Yueguan stood up, finally getting off him.

Jiang Huai looked at Luo Yueguan in front of him and said softly, “Please take Qingyu to rest, change into something more comfortable and loose, and then come to my room.”

His voice sounded like a command. Luo Yueguan was startled, about to glare at him, but Jiang Huai had already walked straight into the room as if he was certain she would come later.

Luo Yueguan picked up Luo Qingyu, returned to her room, tucked her in, and looked at herself in the mirror.

She couldn’t quite make out the expression on the woman’s face in the reflection.

……

When Luo Yueguan arrived at Jiang Huai’s room, she was still wearing the same red dance dress.

Jiang Huai was sitting in a chair, the room brightly lit. He looked at Luo Yueguan standing before him and muttered discontentedly.

“Didn’t I tell you to change into something more comfortable and loose?”

“It’s all going to come off anyway, isn’t it?”

Luo Yueguan raised her hand, her fingertips lightly pinching the red dress. Moments later, the sound of fabric tearing could be heard, her red dress falling to the ground like rose petals, leaving nothing underneath.

The room was so brightly lit that her slender and curvaceous body was fully exposed to Jiang Huai’s eyes.

So much so that Jiang Huai closed his eyes in an instant.

“What are you afraid of?” Luo Yueguan suddenly laughed.

Jiang Huai suspected this woman might have an exhibitionist streak.

“No, how come… you strip at the drop of a hat?”

“You called me to your room, isn’t it for this?”

Luo Yueguan’s voice was scornful and cold, “You’ll eventually have to marry Luo Qingyu, and you know I can’t just watch you waste your cultivation for a lifetime. Your master must have told you about Qingyu’s origins, right?”

“I’ve never been intimate with any man in my life, never been touched by any man, and now you’re the one who benefits. After tonight, let’s pretend this never happened. I’ll take your life if you dare mention a word of it!”

Luo Yueguan suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of liberation. She couldn’t quite explain it.

It was indeed absurd.

For over six hundred years, she had struggled with what was deemed her fate, but to this day, it seemed she had never understood what exactly she was struggling against, what exactly she wanted to change?

She once thought that if one day she was revered and feared by thousands, she would no longer live in constant anxiety. But now, as the sect master of Qingxuan Sect, nothing had changed.

What could fill the void in her heart? She didn’t know, nor did she want to know anymore.

“Why won’t you look at me?” Luo Yueguan looked indifferently at Jiang Huai before her.

“You… misunderstood my intention.” Jiang Huai’s voice trembled slightly.

“Why pretend to be so righteous?”

Luo Yueguan’s voice grew colder, “I’ve seen clearly everything you’ve done to Qingyu on a daily basis, but don’t think that I’ll satisfy those fetishes of yours tonight. I’ll lead the dual cultivation, and you’re not allowed to move.”

“You can see what I’ve done to Qingyu?” Jiang Huai was somewhat surprised.

“She is the incarnation of my Nascent Soul through a secret method.”

Jiang Huai had never heard of such a secret method, but it seemed excessive, no, the topic was being sidetracked again, this wasn’t what he wanted to discuss.

“Sect master Luo, you’ve misunderstood.” Jiang Huai still kept his eyes tightly shut.

“I called you here, not to ask you to dual cultivate with me.”

“Are all you men so righteous? Or do you want me to willingly submit to you, to indulge you beneath me?”

“I said that’s not it!”

Jiang Huai was a bit exasperated, and with a wisp of weak spiritual energy, he turned off the room’s glowing stone light, leaving only a bit of moonlight from outside.

He slowly opened his eyes, took out all the silver needles arranged on the table, and could barely see her outline in the dim light.

Jiang Huai picked up a silver needle from the table, trying to sense her acupoint positions with his soul, poured the medicinal liquid on her smooth collarbone, and watched as it slowly flowed down her body.

He spoke softly, “Spread this medicinal liquid over the positions of your acupoints, and use a bit of spiritual energy to stimulate and refine it.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Qingyu’s Ice Soul Profound Body is only a decade old, the poison hasn’t penetrated deep into the marrow, and a single pill can solve it. But your Ice Soul Profound Body has been nearly six hundred years, deeply rooted in the marrow and veins, and it’s not a chill that can be dispelled overnight. It will take some time to completely remove it.”

Luo Yueguan stretched out her hand dumbly, her fingertips gently caressing the medicinal liquid Jiang Huai had poured on her while he patiently explained.

“Most of the poison is hidden in your acupoints. I had thought before whether it was possible to expel the poison while opening the acupoints. I’ve researched for a year or two and now have some confidence.”

“A year or two?” Luo Yueguan was taken aback.

“Two years ago, I asked you about your health and the principles of the Ice Soul Profound Body in the courtyard, and I took your pulse, remember?”

Luo Yueguan suddenly recalled that she had been to Chu Xianning’s courtyard two years ago, indeed such an incident had occurred, but she had thought Jiang Huai just wanted to take a casual look and didn’t take it to heart.

“You…”

“Since then, I’ve been researching the Ice Soul Profound Body, consulting many ancient texts, and I’ve come to understand the Ice Soul Profound Body to some extent. For sect master Luo to cultivate the Ice Soul Profound Body to the eighth realm, it requires more than three times the effort of an ordinary eighth realm cultivator. Luo sect master’s tenacity is truly remarkable.”

“The spiritual energy you absorb in your cultivation, part of it is transformed into poison by the Ice Soul Profound Body. The poison has now become a poison spirit and entered your acupoints. I’ll try to kill the poison spirit with soul needles. If you feel uncomfortable during this, don’t bear it, just tell me.”

Jiang Huai spoke softly, holding a silver needle in his other hand, and gently pierced her left shoulder.

It didn’t hurt.

Luo Yueguan only felt a faint warmth in her shoulder. Her eyes fell on Jiang Huai’s face, but in the darkness, they could only see each other by the faint moonlight. She gazed deeply at those serious eyes, feeling an indescribable sensation in her heart.

“Do you feel a bit warmer?” Jiang Huai asked softly.

“Yes…” Luo Yueguan realized that her voice seemed a bit choked.

“That’s good, then I’ll needle the next acupoint.”

Jiang Huai picked up the next spirit array needle, imbued it with the power of his soul, and gently poked Luo Yueguan’s rib.

Although there was a small accident in the process, it seemed that her stripping off her clothes directly was indeed more convenient. Jiang Huai’s soul needles consumed a great deal of his spiritual essence, and he dared not delay, immediately condensing the next soul needle and gently piercing her next acupoint.

About two incense sticks of time later, Jiang Huai had placed thirteen needles.

Luo Yueguan looked at Jiang Huai, feeling that the spiritual aura of Jiang Huai before her had become particularly weak. She heard his murmuring voice,

“I seem to have overexerted myself… I might pass out for a while, you can remove the needles in two minutes.”

With that, everything went dark before his eyes, and he collapsed.

Luo Yueguan gently extended her hand, catching his body, allowing his cheek to bury into her chest.

She lowered her head, staring blankly at the unconscious Jiang Huai in her arms, her fingertips seeming to feel the warmth of his body, slowly and quietly spreading into her marrow.