Chapter 147: Alluring Sword Practice

In the following time, Aodaili always stayed in Lu Xun's dormitory, hardly ever going out.

What she did each day, besides meditating, was to guard Little White without leaving its side.

She had even prepared her food.

For fear of missing Barbara's awakening time.

Lu Xun, meanwhile, buried himself in the cultivation room, concocting pills.

"Lu, your pills are miraculous, but they're too troublesome; our potions are simpler."

Aodaili would come by from time to time to inspect and comment.

"Potions?"

Lu Xun had heard of potions before.

Western magic is highly developed; mages there don't concoct pills.

But they have something similar, namely potions.

Compared to pill concoction, potions are indeed simpler.

For example, there is a potion that increases magical power: one gathers some magical plants, adds a specific ingredient and mixes them, turning into a sticky, extremely foul-smelling green liquid.

After drinking it, one can gain a considerable amount of magical power.

But its taste is indescribable; drinking it once can cause nausea for a long time.

Unlike pills, even a low-grade pill has a faint medicinal fragrance.

"By the way, do you have a potion that increases magical power?"

Lu Xun asked.

He suddenly realized that, since he lacked a magic vein, the magical power in his body, once used, could not be restored.

Just like when he previously dealt with Blood Mire, he used up a lot of magical power, which then simply vanished, impossible to replenish.

Using potions is one way.

"Of course we have; do you want some?"

"Mm."

"I'll give you these few bottles."

Aodaili readily took out several small bottles and handed them to Lu Xun.

Lu Xun took them, opened one, and indeed it was a green liquid.

It looked like goblin snot, and the taste was beyond awful; I don't know how Western mages can stomach it.

"Don't mind its appearance, don't smell its taste, but feel the surging magical power inside; then you'll find it delicious."

Seeing Lu Xun overwhelmed by the potion's taste, Aodaili taught him a method to make the potion taste good.

Well,

This is just self-deception, isn't it?

Westerners have their own Ah Q.

Lu Xun collected those few bottles of potion, planning to find time to study them, see if he could improve them.

Then he continued concocting pills.

After Aodaili watched for a while, seeing nothing noteworthy, she left on her own and continued guarding Little White.

"This little guy..."

What Lu Xun didn't expect was that the fire worm liked the environment of the pill furnace, ran inside and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that it had no effect on Lu Xun's pill concoction, he let it be.

This fire worm is indeed quite special.

The temperature of the furnace fire is not low; at its peak it reaches several thousand degrees, yet the fire worm inside is as fine as if nothing were wrong.

I don't know what it will become if it later pupates and then emerges from its cocoon.

The Western counterpart, however, turns into a phoenix, that legendary divine bird.

"If fed with phoenix true flame, it would be great if it could turn into a phoenix."

Lu Xun thought.

Whenever the fire worm wakes up, Lu Xun feeds it a clump of phoenix true flame.

This little guy grows up eating phoenix true flame; if it could turn into a phoenix, that would be awesome.

"All set."

The next day, Lu Xun successfully refined the needed pill, then left the dormitory and headed to the girls' dormitory.

"She went out?"

From the gatekeeper auntie of the girls' dormitory, Lu Xun learned that Murong Wan was not in the dormitory.

Well, he bribed the auntie by offering to add her daughter's WeChat as payment, successfully buying her over.

Not being in the dormitory, she must be in the cultivation room.

Thus, Lu Xun went to the Industry Building and found the cultivation room where Murong Wan often stayed.

She was indeed there.

"Miss Murong."

As soon as the door opened, Lu Xun stepped a foot inside.

This is a sales tactic from the old era of door-to-door peddling.

By sticking a foot in the door, they make it hard for the person to close it.

Murong Wan, helpless, could only allow Lu Xun to enter the cultivation room.

"These are some pills I prepared for you; these few can help you adjust your condition to peak, and these two are for opening the ear and nose apertures..."

Lu Xun took out a large pile of elixirs.

These elixirs all have three-colored patterns and are saint-grade elixirs.

Seeing Lu Xun take out so many elixirs again, Murong Wan stood blankly in place, motionless.

Before, because she was in seclusion, she didn't know about saint-grade elixirs.

During these days in the secret realm, she learned about saint-grade elixirs from some students.

Only then did she suddenly realize that what Lu Xun gave her was actually the saint-grade elixir rumored to sell for an astronomical price.

How could Murong Wan possibly accept it with a clear conscience?

"Take it, I've already recorded the debt. Whenever you break through to the Eighth Realm, you can repay me all at once."

Lu Xun domineeringly stuffed the item into Murong Wan's hand, leaving her no chance to refuse.

Murong Wan silently accepted it.

"By the way, I haven't fully practiced the sword technique from last time. I happen to be free these days, so from now on I'll come every afternoon to practice sword with you."

Lu Xun then put forward another request.

Accompany Murong Wan in sword practice.

In the Third Realm, training focuses more on martial techniques, then using those techniques to consolidate gains, solidify the foundation, in preparation for the next aperture opening.

Lu Xun's Myriad Calamity Formless Sword is already strong enough.

But he wants to be even stronger.

At the same time, it's also to help Murong Wan.

Even if we can't exploit a bug, if Murong Wan learns the Myriad Calamity Formless Sword, her combat power will greatly increase.

Murong Wan has indeed been training martial techniques these days.

However, Lu Xun wanting to accompany her every day... she subconsciously feels it's improper.

"Let's begin, Miss Murong."

Lu Xun, without further ado, came behind her and grabbed her small hand.

Murong Wan's delicate body trembled slightly.

Since that kind of thing happened three times, Lu Xun has become increasingly brazen in front of her.

If there were another person present, it would be somewhat better.

When the two are alone in a room, Lu Xun is simply overbearing.

He gave her no room to negotiate, just went straight ahead.

Murong Wan felt helpless inside.

Lu Xun's current strength surpasses hers; she can't beat him in a fight.

She also has no reason to attack Lu Xun.

Lu Xun treats her too well; she even feels embarrassed to struggle.

Especially in this secret realm, her feelings for Lu Xun have deepened further.

This means that deep down, Murong Wan actually does not resist Lu Xun.

"Focus a bit more, we're about to start."

Lu Xun's voice sounded in her ears, accompanied by warm spitting blood.

Immediately afterward, Lu Xun guided her wrist to trace a mysterious arc.

"This move, 'Calamity Fire Formless,' emphasizes..."

The sword blade swept through the air, producing a faint sound of breaking wind.

Murong Wan forced herself to focus and calm her breath, yet she could still clearly feel the heartbeat coming from behind.

Their figures intertwined and dodged in the training chamber, sword light weaving like flowing water.

Before long, Lu Xun's left hand had already encircled her slender waist.

Every turn, every sword thrust, turned into an ambiguous dance.

Murong Wan's earlobes reddened to the point of dripping blood, yet she never pushed away the person behind her.

"Here, be a bit softer."

Lu Xun suddenly lowered his head, his thin lips almost touching her flushed ear.

Grasping her hand and applying slight pressure, his sword technique instantly became fluid like flowing clouds and water.

"Yes, just like that..."

When the final form finished drilling, Murong Wan only then noticed her back was slightly sweaty, and Lu Xun's strong chest pressed tightly against her, as if they had become one.

What made her cheeks blush even more was that, with their bodies pressed together, she seemed to feel……

Lu Xun did not immediately let go; instead, maintaining that posture, he softly asked by her ear, "Waner, will you come practice with me tomorrow?"

This "Waner" made Murong Wan tremble slightly.

Although Lu Xun is younger than her, he has never called her "Wan Sister" like others do.

Mainly because his relationship with Chu Youqing is special, calling her "sister" would be inappropriate, so Lu Xun has always addressed her as "Miss Murong."

Until today.

Murong Wan lowered her eyelashes, her long lashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks.

After a long silence, she barely nodded.

Outside the window, the setting sun stretched their overlapping shadows long and long.

"Princess Babala, why aren't you waking up yet?"

In Lu Xun's dormitory, the afternoon sunlight streamed through the gauze curtains, scattering gold specks across the floor.

Aodaili lay barefoot on the sofa, her snow-white toes exposed, lazily sprawled; the strap of her silk nightgown slipped to her elbow, revealing large expanses of skin like creamy jade.

She rested her chin on her hands, her golden long hair flowing down like a waterfall, but her gaze remained fixed on Little White.

The Eastern secret realm assessment had ended; she could not linger too long in the East, otherwise her teacher would become suspicious.

She knew the teacher too well; that woman's suspicions were not ordinary.

"I have a meditation method here."

Lu Xun saw Aodaili slacking off these past two days and couldn't stand it.

His magical cultivation was entirely dependent on Aodaili.

How could Aodaili slack off?

"What meditation method?"

Aodaili lazily rolled over; the hem of her nightgown lifted slightly with the movement, revealing a section of fair thigh.

She is that woman's disciple, and also a key student cultivated by the Holy Light Academy; does she still lack a meditation method?

"Babala gave it to me."

Lu Xun said lightly.

"Really?"

Aodaili sprang up from the sofa instantly; the movement was too large, causing the neckline of her nightgown to gape slightly.

She was oblivious, merely gazing eagerly at Lu Xun with those eyes full of starlight, her lips slightly parted.

"Do you think I need to deceive you?"

Lu Xun curled his lip.

"Lu."

Aodaili suddenly drew near, strands of hair scented with roses brushing his cheek.

Her slender fingers lightly rested on Lu Xun's chest, her breath like orchids:

"Our contract is signed, I've given you my virginity; can you give me that meditation method?"

As she spoke, her knee inadvertently brushed against Lu Xun's thigh; the faintly visible curve beneath her nightgown made the air turn scorching.

"Here, you only have five minutes; after five minutes, I'll burn it."

Lu Xun handed over a sheet of paper.

Was it really that easy to obtain?

Lu Xun's straightforwardness took Aodaili by surprise.

She had originally thought she'd need to resort to some petty tricks, like a beauty scheme.

Anyway, her virginity had already been given to Lu Xun; the barrier in her heart and body had long been broken.

Moreover, this Lu Xun made Aodaili appreciate him all the more.

Although Lu Xun clearly held absolute initiative, he did not force her to do anything embarrassing.

Time is short.

Aodaili hurriedly gathered her focus, recalling the meditation method on the paper.

That meditation method is quite profound.

For an ordinary person, even just memorizing it in five minutes would be nearly impossible.

For Aodaili, however, it posed no problem at all.

"That's enough."

Using just a little over four minutes, Aodaili memorized that meditation method, then closed her eyes and began to practice.

Seeing this, Lu Xun released a flame, burning the paper in his hand to ashes.

After glancing at Little White, he left the dormitory again.

Babala has shown no movement these past few days; I don't know when she will awaken next.

Diligence Building,

In the training chamber numbered 508 where Murong Wan resides, Lu Xun arrived again.

This training chamber is basically occupied exclusively by Murong Wan; only when she is not using it can other students reserve it.

This time, Lu Xun still came to practice swordsmanship with Murong Wan.

"Wan'er, come on, attack me."

Lu Xun drew his sword.

This time he no longer taught hand‑in‑hand, but wanted Murong Wan to fight him.

Swish!

Murong Wan hesitated not, drawing her sword.

Her sword momentum flowed like drifting clouds; the Flowing Cloud Sword took the lead, its sword light dense as woven fabric, each stroke carrying an elusive rhythm, as if mist and clouds entwined, making it hard to grasp.

But just as Lu Xun turned sideways to block, the Layered Shadow Sword suddenly split, a phantom sword shadow silently stabbing toward his ribs!

"Not bad."

Lu Xun chuckled lightly, flipping his wrist to precisely intercept that sneaking sword shadow.

But Murong Wan's offensive did not cease; her steps light as treading on a clear breeze, her sword techniques shifting abruptly—the Grand Sword Method's graceful agility she displayed to the fullest, her sword light sometimes like drifting fluff, sometimes like a startled swallow skimming past!

"Considerable progress."

A flicker of approval flashed in Lu Xun's eyes, but immediately his sword momentum turned fierce.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The ringing of metal clashed within the training chamber, their figures crossing, sword light like snow, reflecting each other's faces.

Murong Wan's breathing grew slightly ragged, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, yet her gaze became ever more focused, even carrying a hint of stubborn unwillingness to lose.

Lu Xun suddenly changed his move, lifting his sword blade to disrupt her sword momentum, then lunged forward——

Murong Wan was caught off guard, her footing slightly faltered, and she fell backward.

"Be careful."

Lu Xun wrapped his arm around her, firmly gripping her waist, and steadied her.

The distance between them suddenly closed, their breaths intertwining.

Murong Wan's ear tips flushed slightly, but quickly a hint of mischief flashed in her eyes; she turned her wrist, and the tip of the Layered Shadow Sword pressed against Lu Xun's throat.

"You lost."

She said softly, the corners of her lips lifting.

Okay.

She actually had such a playful side.

"No, I didn't."

Lu Xun, heedless of the sword's threat, lowered his head and kissed her.

Murong Wan's beautiful eyes widened instantly, her whole body freezing in place.

The Flowing Cloud Layered Shadow Sword clanged to the ground, yet she forgot to pick it up.

Lu Xun's lips were warm and forceful, carrying an irresistible pressure, yet he softened the moment they touched her, as if afraid to startle her.

His palm remained firmly locked around her waist, his other hand slowly rising to the nape of her neck, fingertips sinking into her soft hair, pressing her closer to him.

Murong Wan's breathing fell completely into disarray.

"Don't..."

Something even more excessive came.

Lu Xun's hand, which had originally been at her waist, suddenly became restless.

She felt Lu Xun's passion, sensed his intention.

She wanted to stop Lu Xun, yet lacked the strength to do so.

"Not here..."

In the end, that "don't" retreated a step, becoming merely "not here."

But as she retreated again and again, Lu Xun advanced by leaps and bounds...

"Ah..."

In the midst of her gasp, Murong Wan's face instantly flushed crimson...