Since forging the Heavenly Weapon, Wang Xuanyi was either sleeping or on his way to sleep.
By the roadside, in the bamboo forest, on a bench...
He would appear in all sorts of strange postures in the oddest places across every corner of Tianzhu Peak, accompanied by Zhu Huai, who had returned to her original appearance.
Most of the time, it was Zhu Huai who brought Wang Xuanyi out.
During this past month, Zhu Huai had not had much to do. Aside from cultivating, she spent her time searching through ancient texts to see if there was a way to completely suppress her Peach Blossom Eyes.
She had also gone back once during this time.
Sect Master Shen Shi and his wife didn't say much, only telling Zhu Huai to take good care of herself.
They knew their own daughter best; since childhood, she had constantly suppressed herself because of her Peach Blossom Eyes, locking herself in her room and never going out.
If that boy Wang Xuanyi hadn't accidentally broken the array and run into Zhu Huai, their daughter might never have walked out of that door for the rest of her life.
Tianzhu Peak.
Zhu Huai searched through numerous ancient texts, but she still couldn't find a reasonable way to resolve it.
The most common information she found was that the Peach Blossom Eyes were an innate trait, a natural charm constitution that could only be suppressed by using objects of extreme Yin and extreme Yang.
“Sigh.”
Zhu Huai sighed softly, having already expected this outcome.
Back in the Little Purple Realm, a mere excess of emotional fluctuation that leaked a trace of her aura had been enough to leave Leng Ning'an and the other three unconscious.
Haven only knew what kind of consequences it would trigger next time.
This was also why Zhu Huai had kept her emotions so stable for all these years.
She was terrified of dragging others into it.
Especially her most beloved Senior Brother.
“I should just cultivate. Maybe as my realm rises, I will be able to control it as freely as Martial Aunt Su Qian,” Zhu Huai fantasized.
The Su Qian she spoke of was the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, a possessor of a Natural Charm Body, a born seductress whose looks and figure were not inferior to Xiao Hongye's in the slightest.
It could be said that she and Xiao Hongye were two extremes.
The former was as passionate as fire, mature and full of feminine charm, with every frown and smile radiating an allure that captivated all living things, making her the... of many male disciples.
The latter was cold and aloof, bad with words, terrible at socializing, and utterly lacking in charm, yet she possessed a face that made her the number one beauty in the Nine Provinces.
“Oh my, Zhu Huai, were you thinking of me?”
“!”
Suddenly, a lazy voice sounded from behind Zhu Huai, and a fair, jade-like hand reached over her shoulder, its slender, green-onion-like fingers gently pinching her soft cheek.
Feeling the coolness from the fingers, Zhu Huai finally reacted and said with a hint of resentment, “Martial Aunt Su, when did you get back? You scared me to death.”
“Hehe, I missed you all... so I came back.”
With that, Su Qian's voluptuous figure leaned forward slightly, pressing tightly against Zhu Huai's back as she whispered in a soft, melting tone, “What's wrong? Are you not welcoming your aunt?”
“No, no, of course not.” Zhu Huai shook her head in a hurry. In her heart, however, she couldn't help but marvel at the ‘lethal weapons’ pressed against her back; they were truly majestic, even more impressive than Xiao Hongye's.
“By the way, Mar—”
The moment Zhu Huai turned around, she buried her face straight into those ‘lethal weapons,’ making it hard for her to breathe.
“Oh my, you missed your aunt that much? Come, let your aunt show you some affection.” Su Qian giggled with captivating charm, pulling the incredibly adorable Zhu Huai into a tight embrace.
“Mph, mph, mph!”
Zhu Huai fought with all her might to escape the gentle embrace, her face turning red before she finally broke free and gasped for fresh air.
She had almost, just almost, suffocated to death on dry land.
“No, no, Martial Aunt, I wanted to call Senior Brother over to—”
Her face still flushed, Zhu Huai pointed toward the bamboo bench where Wang Xuanyi had been sleeping, only to find her senior brother already bound in colorful ropes, his mouth gagged.
“Mph! Mph!”
Wang Xuanyi wriggled his body, struggling to make aggrieved sounds.
“Martial Aunt...”
“Hmm? Your aunt is right here. What is it?” Su Qian smiled like a flower.
“My senior brother, he...”
“Him? He wanted to run, so I caught him and brought him back.”
“...”
If one were to ask who was the strongest in the entire Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, there was no doubt that it was Xiao Hongye.
But when it came to who could catch Wang Xuanyi when he was about to slip away, if Su Qian claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first—not even Mo Yan.
No matter when or where, as long as Su Qian was around, a Wang Xuanyi would always randomly spawn.
There was no other reason than practice making perfect.
Su Qian trod lightly on the ground with her bare, sprout-white feet. Her vibrant red hair was eye-catching, and her lazy gaze held a touch of bewitching allure.
Her ultimate body proportions traced out perfect curves.
Her waist, slender as a willow branch, bore the most bountiful of fruits, truly worthy of being called the world's greatest ‘lethal weapon.’
Every casual movement of Su Qian's exuded endless charm, and with every step she took, a trail of alluring fragrance that stirred up wild imaginations would drift behind her.
To have a wife like this would bring ultimate bliss.
“Little Yi-Yi.” Su Qian walked up to Wang Xuanyi, leaning down as she spoke, “Your aunt hasn't been back for a whole year. Did you miss me?”
“Mph! Mph!”
“Ah~ So you did miss me. You really are your aunt's cute little nephew.” Su Qian covered her face—which was not shy in the least—and spoke nonsense.
“Mph! Mph!”
Wang Xuanyi wriggled his body like a maggot. He only wanted to leave this place, to get away from this demoness.
Yet, in the face of all this, Zhu Huai could only watch.
She couldn't help at all, and could only pray in her heart, “Master, please protect Senior Brother.”
After all, that was Su Qian.
If she wasn't careful, she might get dragged into it too.
...
The main hall of the Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect.
Su Qian arrived at the Sect Master's residence, carrying a palm-sized Wang Xuanyi.
Whenever she got bored along the way, she would bully Wang Xuanyi.
Poking his face, pinching his body, or blowing a breath of warm air on him.
Seeing Wang Xuanyi's aggrieved yet helpless expression, Su Qian couldn't help but let out a charming laugh.
“Senior Sister, please have a seat,” Shen Shi gestured.
“Mm, thank you.”
Su Qian took her seat, resting her head on one hand with her legs crossed, constantly playing with Wang Xuanyi in her palm, who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon.
“Senior Sister, welcome home.”
At this moment, Mo Yan and Xiao Hongye arrived as well.
Aside from the few of them, the other Peak Masters and elders did not yet know about Su Qian's return.
“Take a seat,” Shen Shi said.
“Mm.”
“You brat, why are you here?”
The moment Mo Yan sat down, he saw his grandson wriggling in Su Qian's hand like a maggot.
Xiao Hongye saw him too. Seeing Wang Xuanyi looking so ridiculous, she subconsciously let out a laugh.
“Mph! Mph!”
“Him? He saw me and wanted to run, so I caught him and brought him back.”
Su Qian poked Wang Xuanyi's puffed-up cheek and burst into laughter. Having been away on a mission for over a year, she had missed this little guy terribly.
“Senior Sister, just don't break him.”
“Mph!!!”
Wang Xuanyi wriggled his body, voicing his protest.
Mo Yan paid him no mind. Whatever; in the entire Heavenly Martial Immortal Sect, no one besides Su Qian could catch Wang Xuanyi when he wanted to escape. This could be considered one of Su Qian's skills.
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