Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One: The Obedient Good Child
Some toss and turn, while others sleep soundly.
Young Master Sang enjoyed a good night’s sleep, and the next day he continued to lounge in the confinement room, spending his days watching the disciples train from his perch by the window.
By the afternoon, after most of the disciples had finished their swordplay, Young Master Sang lazily sat in his chair, waiting quietly.
Sure enough, as evening approached, a soft knocking sound came from the door.
“Come in.”
Slowly pushing the door open was Qiu Ju, her expression conflicted.
Qiu Ju was still dressed in her training clothes, a white Daoist robe that hugged her slightly youthful frame, her bright eyes sparkling with youthful vitality.
“Yo.”
With a smile and a cup of tea in hand, Young Master Sang said, “Look who’s here, the obedient one!”
Qiu Ju remained silent.
She shot him a glare filled with shy indignation.
“I came just as you asked.”
“Come on, hurry up and lend me your treasure,” she said, her voice lacking confidence.
Young Master Sang shook his head, clicking his tongue.
“No, no, no. Not that kind of attitude.”
“Understand, little sister, it’s you who’s requesting me.”
“When asking for a favor, you must have the right attitude!”
He slightly raised his chin, saying pompously, “Think about how you usually talk.”
“If I’m not satisfied with how you say it, you can just go back where you came from.”
Qiu Ju bit her lip, her eyes blinking rapidly.
“What… what do you want me to say?”
“Say please.”
Young Master Sang grinned, “Say, please, Young Master Sang, guide me in my swordplay.”
Qiu Ju instinctively felt a bit repulsed.
She didn’t want to flatter this man like that.
But staring at the warm cultivation jade in Young Master Sang’s hand, she felt her heart racing and heat rising, hard to suppress.
Finally, she bit her silver teeth, lowering her voice as she slowly bowed:
“Please… please, Young Master Sang…”
“Not sweet enough, not cute enough, do it again.”
“Please, please, Young Master Sang, guide me in my swordplay~”
After saying this, she forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
Feigning cuteness and innocence, she blinked.
Seeing her face twisted in shame, Young Master Sang nodded with satisfaction.
“See? Now you’re speaking nicely!”
“So, being polite is important~”
“A girl with such a fiery temper, always picking fights, is not cute at all.”
He gently walked to Qiu Ju’s side, placing his hands lightheartedly on her trembling shoulders.
“Very good. The obedient good child can now receive her reward.”
Young Master Sang placed the cultivation jade in her palm.
Only then did Qiu Ju breathe a sigh of relief, slowly picking up her sword and closing her eyes in silence.
The same exhilarating feeling from yesterday washed over her again.
Despite having yesterday’s experience, Qiu Ju still almost got lost in that grand and magnificent sword intent.
She bit her lip furiously, nearly breaking it, to force herself to maintain clarity in grasping the sword intent.
Seeing how hard she was working, Young Master Sang couldn’t help but tease:
“Miss Qiu Ju~ Need me to give you a hand~”
“N-no… need…”
The two words escaped from Qiu Ju’s clenched teeth.
Young Master Sang shrugged.
Then he leisurely sat in his chair, enjoying the sight of Qiu Ju practicing her swordplay.
After a stick of incense, Qiu Ju collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted and soaked with sweat.
However, this time, Young Master Sang kindly had a towel ready beside her.
“Good job~”
He said with a smile, “So, how was it? Did you gain a lot?”
Qiu Ju stubbornly pressed her lips together, refusing to speak.
But in truth.
It was incredible how quickly she grasped the sword path this way.
It wasn’t just efficient, it was rapid progress.
With her natural talent for swordplay, the assistance of the cultivation jade let her advance at a speed that felt like a leap forward.
This feeling… was truly fantastic.
Even if Qiu Ju didn’t want to admit it, she couldn’t argue with her heart.
“I-I want to change clothes here.”
Breathless for a moment, Qiu Ju’s face blushed red as she softly said, “Y-you go out for a bit.”
Change clothes?
Young Master Sang glanced at the clothes she had prepared at the door and understood immediately.
Ah, doesn’t want her sister to see her in such a disheveled state, huh?
“No.”
Young Master Sang crossed his arms, not in a mood. “I can’t step out of the confinement room. You can change here.”
“But there’s a screen, I won’t peek.”
Qiu Ju still felt embarrassed sharing a room with a man while changing clothes and couldn’t help but show her shame, glaring at him resentfully.
Then, she picked up her clothes and hurried behind the screen.
Young Master Sang didn’t peek, of course.
What’s so interesting about a tin can?
Real men prefer older girls, with curves, right?
This undeveloped little girl didn’t pique his interest much.
After a short while, Qiu Ju emerged from behind the screen, dressed in her casual clothes.
Her cheeks still held a glow from her intense session, appearing somewhat flushed and radiant, with beads of sweat glistening in her hair.
“I’m heading back,” she murmured, her head down, seemingly reluctant to say another word to Young Master Sang.
“Your attitude has changed back? Did you forget what I said?”
“Y-young Master Sang~”
She forced a smile again: “I’ll head back for today~ I’ll come to find you again tomorrow.”
“Exactly. Smile more, don’t keep frowning.”
Young Master Sang waved his hand, “Off you go.”
Before leaving, Qiu Ju rolled her eyes at him and hurriedly dashed out of the confinement room.
However.
As she adjusted her clothing on her way out, she suddenly heard a surprised voice in front of her:
“Ah, Qiu Ju…”
Qiu Ju’s heart jumped, and she immediately hid her clothes behind her, forcing a smile:
“Qiu Ju, ah, did you finish practicing swordplay?”
“Mm…” Autumn Chrysanthemum blinked her long eyelashes, and after a moment of looking down, she slowly added, “I-I came to bring lunch to Young Master Sang.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I-I was just passing by, so I’ll head back first.”
With that, Qiu Ju awkwardly laughed and quickly fled.
Oh no.
What if she saw me coming out of the confinement room?
That would be hard to explain.
…Please don’t let Autumn Chrysanthemum suspect anything.
Qiu Ju prayed in her heart.
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…Please don’t let Qiu Ju suspect anything.
Autumn Chrysanthemum entered the confinement room with the food.
She was so deep in thought that her head was down, not really paying attention to where she was going.
She even felt her heart skip a beat when she bumped into Qiu Ju.
Afraid she would notice she was wearing training clothes, she entered the confinement room.
“Yo, you’re here?”
Hearing that voice that made her heart flutter, Autumn Chrysanthemum lowered her head further.
She set the food on the table and timidly asked while looking down:
“Y-Young Master Sang, I’m here.”
“What do you need me to do today?”
