Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 687 - 341: Watching You Get Slapped in the Face?

Chapter 687: Chapter 341: Watching You Get Slapped in the Face?

The dusk settled, and the dim oil lamp illuminated the cabin with a silent serenity.

Dugu Luoxue sat quietly by the small window. Outside, the bamboo leaves swayed gently in the breeze, creating intersecting shadows that added a touch of chill to the atmosphere.

Jiang Shouzhong had already left.

Before leaving, he packed up the leftover roasted suckling pig and gave it to Yelü Miaomiao and the others to eat.

Although Zhenxuan Mountain had prepared them a dinner, it consisted of simple homestyle dishes, far less flavorful than the roasted suckling pig.

Yet, as he left, the man seemed puzzled.

He felt as though his master had changed today, carrying a faint trace of "worldliness," as if the celestial Fairy had finally been touched by the fires of mortal life.

However, Jiang Shouzhong didn’t overthink it, so he missed the moment when Dugu Luoxue, in the process of him picking up a piece of meat to feed her, subtly entwined the tip of the chopsticks with her tongue like a sparrow.

This was the woman’s first time performing such a bold act in front of him.

Tension, along with an inexplicable excitement, relentlessly drew her toward an uncharted pleasure, as if a new door was slowly opening before her.

Breaking the vow wasn’t difficult; it was merely a matter of eating a few pieces of meat.

Especially since the meat was so delectable.

But the difficulty lay in the fall.

Ever since she became aware, Dugu Luoxue had always kept desire out of her life, purifying herself entirely, and had forged the unparalleled "Abstinence."

For the past thirty years, she had grown accustomed to her cleanliness.

But now, the Taoist school she thought was perfected seemed so fragile.

What was the point of bitterly maintaining it?

Perhaps from the moment she decided to take Jiang Shouzhong as her apprentice, she had already anticipated this choice—though her heart had stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.

Even though, deep down, she had made up her mind to "fall," she still hesitated when it came to letting go of her suppressed desires.

How to fall?

In what manner?

She was utterly bewildered by these questions.

Surely she couldn’t simply take off her clothes and engage in intimacy with Jiang Mo.

Not to mention whether she could overcome her inner barrier, even Jiang Mo likely wouldn’t accept such a wanton female master.

The woman stared at the softly flickering candlelight.

That flame was like her—wavering, ready to extinguish at any moment.

"The mortal world is full of tender traps; one moment of obsession, and it leads to eternal doom..."

Dugu Luoxue murmured softly, picking up the red candle.

She suddenly thought of someone.

Zuo Su.

The matriarch of the Ran Family.

Usually dignified, virtuous, and serene in her devotions, yet showing another debauched and indulgent side when the night turns lonely.

Which one is the real her?

Perhaps... both.

Dugu Luoxue’s jade-like fingers unconsciously touched a drop of molten candle wax that had dripped down. The faint sting and burning sensation pulled her thoughts back, causing the confusion in her gaze to gradually dissipate.

As if driven by some unseen force, she tilted her fair, slender neck upward, leaning her body slightly back.

The woman raised the candle high.

The flame flickered weakly, swaying unsteadily.

In the bamboo forest, the night breeze caused a gentle rustling sound.

Under the candlelight, her skin appeared radiant and smooth, akin to freshly fallen snow—pure and flawless.

Her tranquil aura coalesced into a still ink painting, and as a single, fiery red drop of wax fell, everything seemed to be shrouded in a sensual haze.

After some time, a suppressed sigh echoed through the room.

...

After dinner, Jiang Shouzhong retired early.

Yelü Miaomiao and Qu Hongling, however, stayed in the adjacent cottage.

The reserved pair of women refused to sleep under the same blanket, fearing they’d become a laughingstock to one another. Yet, wary of the other sneaking into the man’s room in the dead of night, they decided to pull hands and share the same room, keeping each other in check.

The now solitary Jiang Shouzhong didn’t feel much regret about it.

After all, he was on Zhenxuan Mountain; if things got too noisy between sheets, it wouldn’t be ideal for others to overhear.

Gazing at the cold and radiant moonlight outside the window, Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t help but think of Ran Qingchen, recalling the bits and pieces they shared together. His heart was filled with emotions, feeling as if this journey had been surreal.

The first time he got married, the bride fled.

The second time he got married, the groom fled.

It felt like they had chosen the wrong time to love, chosen the wrong way to love, yet chosen the right person.

"If the love between two can last long, does it matter, morning or evening..."

Jiang Shouzhong scrubbed his face hard, mumbling to himself, "But the question is... can it really last?"

Forget it—sleep!

The man closed his eyes, silently reciting the "Calming Incantation" taught by Master Luoxue, and sank into slumber.

...

The next day, Jiang Shouzhong continued exploring with the two women.

Dugu Luoxue went to the Book Collection Pavilion to read.

Perhaps aware of Jiang Shouzhong’s purpose for coming to Zhenxuan Mountain, most Taoists he encountered weren’t particularly friendly toward him. In contrast, they were much kinder toward Qu Hongling and Yelü Miaomiao.

Indeed, beauty is favored no matter where you go.

Arriving at the relatively hot Xiayan Mountain, Jiang Shouzhong noticed a group of disciples conducting trials.

The trial was held in a nine-story tower.

The tower’s structure appeared worn out, but it was covered in numerous golden talismans.

At the moment, Zhenxuan Mountain’s disciples were gathered around the tower, whispering amongst themselves, occasionally waving their swords in discussion.

Qu Hongling asked around and found out that this was one of Zhenxuan Mountain’s trial sites, named the Sword Storage Tower.

Interestingly, the tower had been constructed during the founding grandmaster’s generation. It was originally a Cultivation Technique Pavilion, housing all sorts of miscellany, including the sect’s collection of cultivation technique manuals.

To build good relationships with various forces, the grandmaster allowed outsiders to enter and study the manuals alongside the sect’s disciples.

By the time the fourth sect leader took over, Zhenxuan Mountain had gained considerable fame and grown into a renowned sect within the Jianghu.

After having the cultivation technique manuals in the Cultivation Technique Pavilion carefully filtered and reclassified, they became increasingly rare and refined, with many of them being extraordinary classics long lost in the Jianghu.