Chapter 459 - 213: Too Absurd
Chapter 459: Chapter 213: Too Absurd
Fang Shuwen then began to make small talk, asking her about the little things in her life at Yuqing Pavilion.
What Martial Arts she was learning, what friends she had made, whether she had any worries... things like that.
Fang Lingxin was more than happy to talk to Fang Shuwen about these things. Whenever he brought up a topic, she could chatter away for what felt like half a day.
Fang Shuwen would just smile and listen.
Sometimes, Fang Lingxin would notice his gentle gaze and feel a warmth spread through her heart.
But she still couldn’t help but ask:
"Master... why are you so good to me?"
"Isn’t it only natural for a master to be good to his disciple?"
"But something feels... off."
Fang Shuwen gently ruffled her hair.
"Don’t let your imagination run wild. It’s just that we get along well..."
"Really?"
Fang Lingxin gave Fang Shuwen a suspicious look, but she found herself agreeing with his explanation.
The first time she met Fang Shuwen at the Fang Family estate, she had felt a sense of closeness to him.
That was why she had been so happy to see him again.
’So, my master felt something similar?’
Seeing Fang Shuwen nod, Fang Lingxin finally broke into a smile.
"Alright, you can go now. Don’t run off anywhere. I’m going to rest for a while."
Fang Shuwen gave a slight wave of his hand.
Fang Lingxin couldn’t help but offer a small rebuttal.
"I’m not a child, I won’t just run off... Anyway, you get some rest, Master. I’m leaving."
She turned and left, carefully closing the door behind her.
Fang Shuwen walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, sighing inwardly.
’I haven’t told Fang Lingxin because she’s still too young,’ he thought. ’I’m afraid she wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret and would end up letting it slip.’
’Even if she didn’t mean to, she might run into someone with ulterior motives, and they could trick the truth out of her with just a few words.’
’The Fang Clan isn’t safe. There’s still a great enemy lurking in the shadows.’
’Everything I’ve done so far, aside from taking Fang Lingxin as my disciple, has no overt connection to the Fang Family.’
’It’s good camouflage.’
’I can’t shed it just yet.’
’The most rational course of action is to tell her only when my identity can no longer be hidden, or after I’ve found Dragon Abyss and eliminated the threat.’
But Fang Shuwen couldn’t help but feel his resolve waver.
She was his own sister, after all. And for all these years, even though she had never met her legendary older brother, she had projected all of her wonderful fantasies onto him.
Watching her leave, Fang Shuwen’s heart ached with both affection and sorrow.
In the end, all his thoughts dissolved into a single sigh.
"I’ll just have to wait..."
Fang Shuwen stood up and called for an inn attendant, asking him to bring up a few buckets of hot water.
’After killing so many people, even in that downpour, I still don’t feel clean.’
’I need a good wash...’
Fang Shuwen didn’t do much else that afternoon: he bathed, meditated, and ate.
Nightfall soon arrived.
Fang Shuwen didn’t bolt his door. Miao Feichan had used the excuse that she hadn’t seen Yu Yaoguang in a long time to keep Yu Yaoguang in her room.
But Fang Shuwen was sure... Yu Yaoguang would come tonight.
Sure enough, before midnight, the door was stealthily pushed open.
Fang Shuwen stopped his Qi Circulation. Before he could even turn around, a familiar scent filled his nostrils.
Looking down at Yu Yaoguang, who was hugging him tightly, Fang Shuwen didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
"Gently, I can’t breathe."
"Who are you kidding?"
Yu Yaoguang didn’t believe him for a second.
"With your level of Martial Arts, how could you possibly have trouble breathing?
"Are you tired of me? Don’t you want me anymore...?"
Fang Shuwen chuckled.
"It’s not that I’m tired of you."
"Then what is it?"
Yu Yaoguang looked up, her phoenix eyes glinting with a dangerous light, as if she was ready to teach him a lesson if he said anything she didn’t like.
Fang Shuwen leaned in and whispered in her ear:
"I just want to explore the wonders of the Profound Technique with you."
Yu Yaoguang’s face flushed slightly, but she maintained her aura as Grand Sect Leader and looked up.
"Oh? So Young Hero Fang wishes to cultivate the Divine Technique with me...
"Such initiative is an excellent thing.
"I just wonder how badly you want it... Oof!"
Before she could finish, Fang Shuwen swept her up into his arms.
"Enough with the chit-chat. I couldn’t wait any longer."
"No, you can’t!"
Yu Yaoguang said hurriedly,
"One mustn’t be too hasty when practicing martial arts...
"One must take it slow and steady. I haven’t practiced this particular art in a long time, so I need to be... mmph..."
The rest of her words were silenced, and the sound of rocking gradually grew louder.
...
...
Miao Feichan tossed and turned on her bed. Only a single wall separated her room from Fang Shuwen’s.
She had pretended not to notice when Yu Yaoguang furtively got up and left...
But the faint sounds coming from the next room made her toss and turn restlessly.
Sleep was now completely impossible.
She sat up, intending to meditate, but the noise from the next room—though muffled by the wall—assailed her ears like a demonic chant, throwing her mind into utter chaos.
’No, this won’t do. If I try to meditate like this, I’ll probably suffer a Qi deviation!’
’This... this... This is outrageous!’
’It’s simply... outrageous!!’
Her vocabulary had clearly reached its limit; all she could do was repeat the word "outrageous" again and again.
She watched the moon rise high, watched it begin to set, and watched the first light of dawn appear in the east.
Finally, a short while ago, the demonic cacophony had ceased.
Miao Feichan lay stiffly on her bed like a log, devoid of all emotion. No one could possibly know what she had endured that night.
Suddenly, she realized something. She shot up, darted behind the screen, and plunged into the bathtub.