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Chapter 749 - Chapter 749 Chapter 749 The Sound of Wind and Rain

Chapter 749: Chapter 749: The Sound of Wind and Rain Chapter 749: Chapter 749: The Sound of Wind and Rain The sudden attack from Kunlun truly caught Luohua Manor off guard.

Truth be told, this was a rare large-scale overseas trip for the manor residents, leaving the manor exceptionally empty.

Strictly speaking, the only experts left in the manor were Xu Leigang and Gazi, while Gao Qiang was still just a nobody.

The attacking force was also a formidable enemy that the manor had never faced before.

It was fortunate that Hua Hua, a cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm, was present. Although it did not participate much in the fight, without its distractions and diversion of Kou Laozhong’s attention, the combat strength of Lu Xiaoning and Xu Leigang would have crumbled in minutes.

Feng Jun entrusted Kou Laozhong to Hua Hua’s watch and collected the two corpses, taking the only remaining Xiao Xiang back to the villa courtyard.

The heroes from the west waiting outside the door were simply ignored–how they chose to fuss was their own business; did they dare to try barging in?

Upon arriving at the small courtyard, Gu Jiahui immediately found her mother and quietly recounted what had just happened.

Yang Yuxin was silent, taking quite a while to digest the information–half an hour ago, my daughter almost became a murderer?

To be honest, for someone at Director Yang’s level, murder wasn’t a big deal–how many people live and die in Huaxia every day, and how many die accidentally?

Of course, committing murder personally is another matter entirely.

After some thought, Yang Yuxin felt that her daughter had done nothing wrong at the time; while her daughter definitely needed a privileged upbringing, since she had chosen the path of cultivation, she must face some harsh realities.

So she whispered, “Next time something like this happens, don’t tell mom, you should get closer to Zhang Caixin… Oh, and don’t use knives or guns for killing, they’re bloody; guns are cleaner and it’s easier to find someone to take the blame.”

After all, she was fond of Zhang Caixin.

But Gu Jiahui had her sights set higher, “She’s not Brother Jun’s woman yet; my aim is… Sister Hong and Teacher Mei.”

Yang Yuxin helplessly slapped her forehead, not knowing what to say anymore; I’ve even slept with him, and now I don’t even qualify for cultivation, dear daughter… do you really think you’re better than Zhang Caixin?

The main group returned to the manor, but the atmosphere that evening wasn’t very lively; the day’s events had been rather disheartening.

The few who went abroad did not rest much that same evening, hastening to the Spirit Gathering Array to catch up on their cultivation–the missed lessons had to be made up.

Wang Haifeng was an exception; having gone out with his wife, he needed to stop by home first.

Xu Leigang had been guarding the manor for half a month without going home, though the little princess had visited him twice in the manor, so even after today’s incident, he mustered the courage to ask for leave to return home.

In the bamboo forest, Gazi and Gao Qiang were left to stand guard.

Feng Jun, meanwhile, entered the Jade Tower, holding the “Traveler’s Seal” from Kunlun, lost in thought…

It was around nine-thirty when Tang Wenji called, wanting to see him.

As a Little Celestial Master, she could only find a guest room in the front building; that was already quite good, as most people would brag about snagging a spot on Luohua Manor’s shuttle bus.

Feng Jun walked to the front courtyard, where the Little Celestial Master was already waiting. Upon seeing him, she unhesitatingly linked arms with him, “Senior Feng, I’d like to take a walk outside the courtyard.”

This young lady… isn’t being very demure, Feng Jun’s mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

He knew Tang Wenji was feeling emotionally unstable today; no matter who it is, the first time killing someone is never emotionally stable.

Not to mention that her first kills were two people, and she had used cold weapons–bloody messes.

He followed her out of the manor and hadn’t walked far when he felt the atmosphere turn strange. He took out a cigarette and lit it, casually slipping away from her grasp.

The next moment, Tang Wenji’s hand clung to him again, and she spoke firmly, “Master, I want you.”

“Huh?” Feng Jun looked at her in surprise. What was this tomboyish Little Celestial Master talking about?

Tang Wenji hesitated and then adjusted her words out of respect for the master, “Master… take me.”

What? Feng Jun raised his eyebrows again, but this time, he was sure he had heard correctly.

He pondered before speaking, “I know you’re looking for security, but this isn’t the way to achieve it; you are supposed to be an outstanding future figure of Maoshan, and it’s not appropriate for me to accept you here.”

He didn’t say anything about whether they were suitable for each other or not; they were both adults, and there was no need to be coy about such matters.

Tang Wenji didn’t speak, but pressed her body closer to his. He could feel her trembling slightly; whether from fear or excitement he couldn’t tell.

Perhaps it was a bit of both.

Feng Jun remained silent for a while before finally speaking, “Your Maoshan is too vast. I can’t take it on, nor do I have that obligation.”

The Little Heavenly Master pondered for a moment, then leaned into his ear and whispered, “What if it’s not Maoshan, but just me alone?”

Her sweet, soft dialect was sticky and tender. In the stillness of the night, at Feng Jun’s ear, he could feel her breath against his skin. A twitch of his nostrils caught the orchid-like fragrance of her breath, causing his heart to flutter uncontrollably.

Without the burden of Maoshan, taking in another woman… wouldn’t really be a problem.

Feng Jun pondered for a moment, then whispered back, “You’re a bit emotionally unstable today. Think it over again. I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“I’ve thought about it for a long time,” Tang Wenji chuckled in his ear, “Do you know what my first thought was when they captured me yesterday? I regretted not giving myself to you back on Xiqing Mountain.”

Since she was so frank, Feng Jun didn’t play coy. He straightforwardly asked, “You’ve never had a boyfriend before?”

Tang Wenji knew exactly what he meant by “boyfriend”, so she puffed out her chest proudly and replied, “Before you, I never met anyone worthy of being my man.”

The Little Celestial Master was indeed very proud. Just thinking about her demeanor when she first appeared outside Luohua Manor, one could tell how high she held herself–completely indifferent to the eyes of the common world.

Feng Jun considered for a moment, but still shook his head, “Let’s talk about this another day. Today is my first day back, and I definitely need to spend the evening with them. It’s not convenient to take you to the back building.”

He was someone who valued old bonds and would not forget Sister Hong and the beautiful Feng Jing in the backyard just because a new temptation had arisen.

However, the Little Celestial Master spoke nonchalantly, “It doesn’t have to be in the backyard… this place is fine too. Did you bring a tent?”

Seeing her so forward, Feng Jun steeled his heart, “Alright then, let’s go to the bamboo forest in the valley.”

In the Spirit Gathering Array of the valley’s bamboo forest, only Gazi and Gao Qiang were present. When Feng Jun and the Little Celestial Master entered, the two were sitting, drinking, and chatting. There wasn’t much in the way of food, just a dish of orchid beans, a dish of century eggs, and several small packages of beef jerky.

Greeting Feng Jun as they stood up, the two men didn’t hide their drinking–their nerves had been on edge from cultivating in the manor and being responsible for security all these days. Now that the main group was back, they relaxed with some alcohol.

After all, cultivation should have its ebb and flow.

Of course, Feng Jun didn’t think they had done anything wrong. He instead cheerfully said, “How about you guys take the night off? The Little Celestial Master and I will practice here.”

Gao Qiang and Gazi exchanged glances, instantly understanding. Of course, they might have misunderstood, but what did it matter to them whether they were right or wrong?

Gazi even joked, “The weather forecast said there will be rain tonight. Did you bring a sun umbrella, boss?”

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Feng Jun chuckled, “Go rest up. Once your injury heals, you’ll be ready to advance… Gao Qiang, you need to work hard too.”

Laughing, the two left. Feng Jun set up a rain shelter and hung two red lanterns, then waved her over with a smile, “Come on, it’s a bit rushed… but we must still drink a toast.”

The Little Celestial Master, delighted at the sight, didn’t mind the haste. He was willing to respect these rituals, and that was enough for her to feel content.

About ten or twenty minutes later, the night rain quietly fell, hitting the top of the shelter and producing a soft “shasha” sound.

As they were both warmed by the wine, Feng Jun whispered, “I chose this place mainly because I have a supporting cultivation technique that can help you cultivate. You don’t need to learn it; just follow my guidance…”

He thought that Tang Wenji, despite being so young and lacking resources, was already at the intermediate level of a martial master, which was quite rare among Earth Realm martial cultivators.

With his resources in the future, her advancement to an innate expert was only a matter of time. It was better for her to pursue martial enlightenment; there was no need to take the path of transcending the mundane realm.

Thus, he could use the Dragon Phoenix Fusion Scripture to guide her in dual cultivation. She didn’t need to learn the technique. Feng Jun was already at a high Tier of Qi Refinement, so guiding an intermediate-level martial master would be no issue.

As the old saying goes, techniques should not be passed on lightly. If she had had a boyfriend before, Feng Jun might not have done this. But since he would be the one to pluck her red pill, he couldn’t be without a gesture–Feng Jun always paid attention to reciprocity.

It must be noted that for such a technique, the first cultivation experience, if it is a deflowering journey, the benefits are incredibly enhanced.

The gentle spring rain tapped on the shelter in the valley, its sound carrying far into the quiet night…

Over an hour later, the Little Celestial Master’s voice rose, unusually languid, “It feels so good… Thinking back on the days at Xiqing Mountain now… What a waste.”

“It’s because you’re with me that it feels good,” Feng Jun shamelessly claimed, “Honestly, practicing yoga with me, you’ve got the better end of the deal.”