Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 275 - 188: Returning to One’s Old Trade, Remembering One’s Original Aspiration

Chapter 275: Chapter 188: Returning to One’s Old Trade, Remembering One’s Original Aspiration

Bang!

That was the sound of a head hitting the beam of the roof.

Even Lin Jiangxian, who was cultivating, subconsciously glanced towards Jiang Feng’s direction; the noise was really not small.

"Master... What’s happening over there with senior brother?"

Miss Lin’s skin was still not thick enough.

She would subconsciously call Liu Tangxi "Master" because this was the person who taught her her skills, and moreover Liu Tangxi was cold and mature, sharing some similarities with her own mother.

There was no objection; she never cared much about titles, she retracted her finger from her forehead and glanced at Jiang Feng’s residence.

"Perhaps it’s because he saw an old friend from his hometown and got emotional."

"Ah, does senior brother have family who came to visit him? Are they elder relatives?"

Her face showed curiosity; if it were family elders, then she should also pay them a visit.

Visiting relatives was not forbidden in Purple Cloud Palace, but typically they were not allowed to directly ascend the mountain since it was a place for cultivation. If misunderstandings occurred or one’s body couldn’t handle the high density of Spiritual Energy, it could lead to great disaster.

So typically, they would meet in the towns around the foothills of the mountain, and if the disciple had a higher status, they would meet at the foot of the Main Peak.

But Liu Tangxi simply said expressionlessly: "Not at all."

"Your senior brother’s entire family has long been dead and gone... hmm~ your senior brother has long become a man without attachments."

After considering her phrasing, strictly speaking, Jiang Feng had no parents, nor any family, even the relatives of this life were only puppets prepared for him by Demon Night True Monarch, if you were to use Jiang Feng’s own words to describe.

It’s Truman’s world.

"However, your senior brother is quite popular. He often goes to the brothel to fool around, and he has made quite a few acquaintances amongst the brothel women there. I saw that they got along quite well, so I simply brought them here."

"After all, your senior brother is full of youthful vigor, a teenager of seventeen or eighteen... what are you doing, the Spiritual Energy is flowing backwards, quick! Take it back!"

A flick of the finger.

The previously disorderly Spiritual Energy from all around dissipated at that moment, but Lin Jiangxian just sat there dumbfounded, eyes losing focus.

She went into qi deviation on the spot.

And the information contained in those few sentences was too much, it straight-up fried her CPU.

Did I hear that wrong?

Senior brother Jiang actually often goes to the brothels to fool around and even knows a bunch of brothel women, who even came to Purple Cloud Palace to find him?

Worldview shattered, the trust built over this past month vanished instantaneously.

"...Master."

The girl raised her head.

"Hmm?"

"I want to become a nun."

Thud!

The wooden sword tapped on the head, awakening the girl with a face full of grievance and despair.

"Your senior brother’s Primordial Yang is still intact, you can rest easy."

"Oh..."

She agreed dejectedly, and then began to allow the Spiritual Energy to circulate within her body again, but as for whether she could sleep tonight... that was her problem now.

In the bathroom, a man popped out of the bathtub like a monkey.

His head hit the roof beam directly, then he hit the ground, like a depth charge thrown into the water.

Splash—

Water splashed everywhere, even Su Yi who had a gentle face took a step back, but her thin veil was still thoroughly wet, the bright red undershirt particularly eye-catching. She wiped the water from her face and tentatively looked inside the bathtub, finding only bubbles coming up.

Jiang Feng, dead, aged eighteen.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Jiang detests Su Yi so much? Truly heartless."

Although she said so, the smile on her face didn’t diminish, showing that she also missed the little lover whom she hadn’t known for long. Before long, Mr. Jiang’s head emerged from the water.

At first, he stared at Su Yi intently, then rubbed his eyes vigorously, and eventually, he even reached out his hand proactively.

And Su Yi cooperated very well by stretching out her delicate hand, holding onto each other, even interlocking fingers and feeling the pulse.

It’s a real person.

"No, Sister Su Yi, how did you come to Purple Cloud Palace? Weren’t you supposed to be guarding the border of Qingshui County..."

His eyes still revealed incredulity; he had to take a plane, no, an Amethyst Egret for a month-long trip just to get here, when exactly did Su Yi arrive?

And isn’t she an Outer Disciple? How is she qualified to appear in Swordmaster Peak? And why is she in my house?

Does my sister know about this? Does she?

It seemed as if she perceived Jiang Feng’s full-faced confusion, Su Yi smiled slightly, "May I join you in there?"

The atmosphere between the two was indeed somewhat ambiguous.

His adam’s apple bobbed slightly; actually, even back when he was in Lu Luo and Su Yi’s boudoir, he felt close to losing control, and now she had actually come all the way to serve him, no matter what, it was a bit...

"Sister Su Yi, feel free to do as you like. No need to stand on ceremony in front of me."

He wore a bitter smile.

He probably guessed that this must have been his own sister’s doing; otherwise, Su Yi definitely couldn’t have appeared here, and it probably wasn’t just her—Lu Luo probably came too.

"Please sit cross-legged and circulate your energy, Senior Brother Jiang. You’ve suffered a lot recently, and there are many hidden ailments in your body. Su Yi is here to tend to you."

"Thank you."

The way they addressed each other was a bit strange, basically on a whatever-goes basis. Jiang Feng called her Sister Su Yi, while Su Yi addressed him according to the sect’s seniority, where the rank of a Direct Disciple was above that of all third-generation disciples.

Long legs stepped directly in.

The wet gauze clung to her body, making one’s skin flush with heat. Even though she wore an undershirt and panties, these two pieces of fabric were practically no different from nothing after getting wet. He dared not look back; his self-control was still decent.

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