Chapter 142: The Saint Mother is Unromantic, or Perhaps the Nun is Charming and Lovely

"The Master wants to give me a massage?"

Ning Mu feigned surprise, eyes widening, then said with a look of delight: "That sounds great, should we do it here or..."

As he spoke, Ning Mu hinted at his meaning, his gaze drifting behind Liuli toward his own master bedroom to the north.

The corners of Liuli's mouth twitched imperceptibly, her face flushing a faint red, and she said in a voice as low as a mosquito's, speaking at high speed: "Let's go to your room... or rather, let's go to my room!"

Halfway through her sentence, a sudden sense of agitation welled up in her heart.

If they were in Ning Mu's master bedroom, and Liu Qingmei or Tong Yuyue happened to return, they were the type to walk in without knocking.

If they saw her giving Ning Mu a massage, wouldn't she be mocked and teased by them again?

So she changed her mind on the spot to go to her own room.

Her room was one in the row of houses on the left side of the main hall, where Liu Xiaoya, the maidservants like Chunzhi and Xia Chan, and the Demon Sect woman Yang Yanqiu, who was currently recovering from her injuries, basically lived.

And then there was herself.

Additionally, places like the laundry room and the small kitchen were all over there.

It was a two-row complex with a long corridor courtyard over three zhang wide left in the middle, and at the end was a fenced path leading directly to the Heavenly Pit.

Liuli did not take the ordinary path.

She leaped directly off the balcony, then stepped onto the roof tiles, her toes tapping lightly, her Whisk swaying in her hand; her entire person was like the wind, and that graceful, slender silhouette landed steadily at the entrance of her room without stirring the slightest sound of wind.

Ning Mu rubbed his nose; he did not imitate her, but instead took the stairs, walking over in a grand, leisurely manner.

It wasn't as if he were a thief, so why the need for such caution?

Liuli was worried about being seen entering a room in pairs with Ning Mu and then not coming out for a long time, inviting gossip.

But to Ning Mu, such gossip was harmless.

It was even slightly helpful.

Why should he take the long way around and act like a flower-plucking gentleman on the roof beams?

Before long.

Ning Mu's figure appeared in this backyard.

"Young Master~"

"Young Master, why have you come?"

Qiuxiang and Dongxue were preparing dinner, sleeves rolled up as they washed vegetables; seeing Ning Mu suddenly appear, they couldn't help but stand up one after another to greet him.

Ning Mu smiled and pinched Qiuxiang's cheek, saying: "Just looking around, carry on with your work."

As he spoke, he pointed to the room diagonally across and asked: "Has that woman not left her room at all?"

Qiuxiang nodded immediately.

Ning Mu raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and pushed open Yang Yanqiu's door directly.

But as luck would have it.

What met his eyes, directly facing the door, was a expanse of snowy white, a beautiful sight that made one dizzy.

On that fair, pretty back was a heart-stopping bloody wound, already scabbed over, yet it still looked terrifying on that flawless, white skin.

Beyond that.

Glancing past those graceful curves, one could vaguely see, through the underarm, that roundness of the breast wider than the shoulder.

Warm.

Beautiful.

Eek! Both of them were stunned at the same time.

Yang Yanqiu instinctively wanted to scream, but the sound stopped at her throat, and she hurriedly reached out to pull her clothes over, blocking her chest.

"Still... still looking, why don't you close the door!"

Seeing Ning Mu staring at her infatuatedly, Yang Yanqiu's heart was about to jump out; her heart was full of shame and helplessness, so she had to whisper a reminder, worried about being heard by people outside.

She was, after all, the dignified Saint Mother of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, the object of reverence and worship for tens of thousands of Divine Sect Disciples.

The wife of the Divine Sect Leader, Yin Qingcang.

Yet here she was, revealing her figure before a young man, and even begging the other party to close the door.

If this were in the territory of the Divine Sect, even if this youth had ten lives, they wouldn't be enough to pay for this one glance.

Yang Yanqiu was incredibly nervous.

And just as she was overcome with shyness, she heard the sound of the door closing behind her, and she immediately let out a sigh of relief.

But just as she put her clothes down and turned her head, she discovered that Ning Mu, that brat, was standing at the doorway, staring at her infatuatedly.

"You... why haven't you left yet?"

Yang Yanqiu was startled and picked up her clothes again.

But she did not know.

Under this series of movements, her jade-like round breast, and even the red bean upon it, had long since fallen into Ning Mu's eyes.

Ning Mu looked at her blankly, spread his hands and said: "You only told me to close the door, I closed it."

As he spoke, Ning Mu chuckled, a playful light flashing in his eyes.

Yang Yanqiu was speechless.

She stared at him with a look of inexplicable dejection, a flash of annoyance passing through the depths of her eyes.

Although she prided herself on being kind-hearted, that was only relative to the masses of the Demon Sect, and it did not mean she was an ignorant person like a white lotus who understood nothing.

But the other party had, after all, saved her life.

Her expression flickered with helplessness and shyness as she looked at Ning Mu and said kindly: "Benefactor, this concubine is applying medicine; after all, there is a distinction between men and women. You wouldn't want people to know that you are infatuated with a Demon Sect enchantress, would you? Please leave for now and come back later to chat, how about that?"

Yang Yanqiu's heart flared with anger; she felt that Ning Mu's gaze, which felt almost tangible, had already seen through her clothes.

For some reason, she felt as if she were naked, being admired by this brat from head to toe, as if every inch of her skin was glowing with a cold light under his gaze.

But in reality, the situation was much the same.

After all, in order to apply medicine to her wounds, she had no choice but to temporarily remove her skirt and robe, and even her undergarments.

Leaving only a single piece of cloth to cover her final secrets.

During this time, although she had rarely met or chatted with Ning Mu, she had learned quite a bit of information by beating around the bush with her maidservant.

A rough outline of Ning Mu's image and character had gradually formed in her mind.

A lecherous man.

Yet he possessed a heart of compassion.

Decisive in his actions, yet lacking a touch of ruthlessness.

A personality very difficult to judge.

A person like him would either remain mediocre his whole life or seize the wind and soar into the sky.

Therefore, at this moment, Yang Yanqiu simply pointed it out directly, hoping to make the other party feel ashamed and leave the room.

As for the future...

She couldn't worry about that much! The blazing fire in the eyes of this boy, Ning Mu, seemed as if it wanted to melt her away.

She was the dignified Saint Mother of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, the wife of the Sect Leader, and the stepmother of the Divine Maiden; she absolutely would not allow herself to lose her chastity to him here, in front of such a young man.

At worst, after today, she could just leave the mountain directly.

Although without her Cultivation Points, she might encounter even greater danger.

But compared to her purity, life and death seemed less important!

Yang Yanqiu made a decision in her heart.

She stared at Ning Mu with burning eyes, fully prepared to fight him to the death if he dared to take another step closer!

Facing Yang Yanqiu's voice, which was half-warning and half-pleading, Ning Mu could not help but smile leisurely.

This woman seemed to be truly severely injured.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be so submissive yet full of resentment.

He smiled evilly, looked up and down at Yang Yanqiu's beautiful and alluring body, and then said calmly and composedly: "It's not my first time playing with a Demon Sect enchantress, so having one more of you is nothing I'd be afraid to let people know about. On the contrary, since you, Madam, deliberately chose to undress and seduce me just as this Young Master was passing by, if I didn't take the bait, wouldn't that be too much of a killjoy, and wouldn't it also fail to live up to the Saint Mother's painstaking efforts?"

Hearing this, Yang Yanqiu was instantly shocked; her lacquer-like, rouge-red lips parted slightly, and her beautiful eyes were filled with shock and helplessness.

This person was truly shameless! He was actually turning the tables and saying she had actively seduced him?

She had taken off her clothes to apply medicine to her wounds, and he had just happened to pass by.

How did it become her deliberately luring him into a trap in his mouth? What a joke.

She was the dignified Saint Mother of a sect; not to mention the power of the Divine Sect Leader, it was already a hundred times greater than this boy's.

Even without the Sect Leader, why would she ever take a fancy to him? Did he really think that because she gave him a Holy Order, she had designs on him and had secretly pledged her heart to him?

He—he was too narcissistic! Yang Yanqiu felt a chill.

However.

Just as she was stunned, Ning Mu's figure had already approached.

When she felt the man's warm breath hitting her neck, she finally reacted, her body trembling immediately, and then she tightened her grip on the clothes in her arms.

At this moment, she was like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.

Exposing her snow-white shoulders and beautiful back to the man's eyes, she bent over and hunched her body, like a shrimp, clutching her clothes tightly for fear that the scenery in front might be exposed in any way.

Yet she did not know.

It was precisely this half-hidden, half-revealed state that attracted the man's gaze even more.

"Benefactor, please, I am not seducing you; I am changing my medicine. Because I cannot reach the wound on my back, I... removed my clothes, and I never expected you would pass by!"

"Please, leave!" Yang Yanqiu said pitifully, her eyes flashing with a look of begging, with a hint of anger hidden in their depths.

If it weren't for the fact that she had lost her Cultivation Points and suffered damage to her internal energy during that great battle with the Sect Leader of the Xunyi Sect of Southern Chu, Han Yushan, she would definitely have made this lecher who dared to reach out and touch her shoulder pay with his life on the spot! Yang Yanqiu clenched her fists, her knuckles turning faintly white.

She felt Ning Mu's hands, which seemed to be filled with magic, sliding slowly along her shoulders, as if he were tracing a landscape on paper.

Soon, they were almost climbing up to the high peaks of that landscape.

Yang Yanqiu was trembling with rage, and the fury in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

But for some reason, she frowned slightly, and deep within her heart, an irrepressible agitation arose under this guy's hands!

This agitation came inexplicably, actually giving her a tendency to want to give up resistance.

Her legs even clamped together involuntarily.

Strange! Too strange!

Something was wrong; this boy's hands seemed to possess some strange Demonic Path technique, otherwise, she would never be like this!

Even though it had been a long time since she had been intimate with the Sect Leader, a person with a strong character like her should never have been able to develop such agitation just from being touched on the shoulder and collarbone area by a strange boy! Yang Yanqiu's thoughts raced, and she seemed to have realized something.

Little did she know, Ning Mu's "Soul-Bewitching Touch" was no trashy Demonic Path technique.

If one really had to say, it could only be considered a "Touching Path" technique! And just as those hands were about to cross the forbidden territory, Yang Yanqiu could no longer endure it; she was about to shout out, forcefully refute him, and even risk death to protect her purity.

Suddenly.

Those hands abruptly changed direction.

They headed toward the wound under her armpit.

Ning Mu's eyes had regained their clarity at some point; he rubbed the already scabbed wound and said in a calm tone: "Then that must be a coincidence. However, why should the Saint Mother be so worried? Since I, Ning, have encountered this, just as I saved you, how could I stand by and do nothing?"

"As for this matter of applying medicine, I, Ning, am willing to do it for you!"

Ning Mu spoke righteously.

For a split second, Yang Yanqiu was even shocked, wondering if she had truly misunderstood him! But immediately, noticing Ning Mu's warm hands gently stroking her back, she knitted her brows tightly again.

However, she could barely endure it if it was just this much.

If he went any further, she would have to risk her life to protect her purity.

At this, she nodded with a flushed face and said, "Since that is the case, then I will trouble Young Master Ning!"

She spoke through gritted teeth, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, making it impossible to tell if it was hatred or gratitude.

Ning Mu gave an easygoing smile and said, "No trouble, no trouble at all."

As he spoke, he picked up the ointment, applied it to his palms, and began to dress Yang Yanqiu's wounds.

Yang Yanqiu's injuries were not light.

On her fair, jade-like back were two crisscrossing wounds; although they had scabbed over, they were still ghastly, appearing to have been caused by sword Qi.

There was also a wound under her left armpit.

On the left side of her lower abdomen, as well as the inner middle of her right thigh, there were also several wounds, some large and some small.

Besides these, on her chest over her heart, there was a pitch-black palm print.

"Has the Saint Mother been to a dragon's den or a tiger's lair? How did you get so many wounds? They all look like sword injuries."

Ning Mu made small talk while applying the ointment, though in reality, he wanted to probe into this woman's background.

It was unclear whether it was the cool, soothing sensation of the medicine on her wounds that made Yang Yanqiu gradually lower her guard, or the gentleness of Ning Mu's palms as they stroked and tended to her that caused her heartstrings to loosen.

Yang Yanqiu pursed her lips and said helplessly, "Young Master Ning is joking, but this trip... I truly did feel like I had ventured into a dragon's den and a tiger's lair."

"The Divine Maiden of my sect suffered injuries that required a medicinal catalyst called Stone Spirit Sand Gourd. This item is common enough, but ordinary Stone Sand Gourd is ineffective. Only the Stone Spirit Sand Gourd from the Southern Chu Daoist sects, nurtured by Daoists, can completely eradicate the Divine Maiden's injuries. The Xunyi Sect is considered relatively weak, but who could have imagined that the Xunyi Sect Master, Han Yushan, possessed such terrifying Cultivation Points, seemingly with the might of a True Person? His techniques were even more extreme than those of the Demon Sect, and his sword Qi was so tyrannical... *cough*, in short, I truly suffered a significant setback on this trip!"

As Yang Yanqiu spoke, she realized halfway through that she had said too much.

If she continued, she would let the other party know that she had lost all her power.

Given this brat's fickle heart, if he knew she had no Cultivation Points left, wouldn't he just toy with her as he pleased? Although, at the moment, she was indeed unable to deal with him.

But as long as she didn't reveal it, she could at least maintain some mystery and keep him wary!

As for that Xunyi Sect Master, Han Yushan, she didn't know why the sword technique he practiced had left a tyrannical internal force inside her body. This tyrannical force, left within her, was like a bottomless pit, stubbornly and forcefully sucking her Cultivation Points dry.

It was practically comparable to Demonic Path techniques! Perhaps even worse.

"So that's how it is. Then, this Stone Spirit Sand Gourd... did the Saint Mother manage to find it?" Ning Mu nodded and asked.

Yang Yanqiu pursed her lips, a flash of worry crossing her brow. She shook her head helplessly and smiled faintly, "I did not. It was right before my eyes, within reach, but I was struck in the back by a sword. If I hadn't reacted in time, I fear I would have perished under Han Yushan's blade."

Ning Mu realized this and could understand.

After all, if someone goes to steal something and is discovered by the owner, they wouldn't be let off easily.

It would certainly be a lethal strike at every turn.

"Young Master Ning has shown me kindness, so there is no need to keep calling me Saint Mother. If Young Master Ning doesn't mind, you may call me... Sister Yang, or simply address me by my name!" Yang Yanqiu gave a helpless smile and turned her head to say to Ning Mu.

At this moment, the two were extremely close.

She was kneeling on the couch, while Ning Mu was sitting on the edge, cleaning her wounds and reapplying the medicine.

As she turned her head, she met Ning Mu's eyes directly, at a distance of only about an inch. She could even see her own reflection in his eyes and feel their breath spraying onto each other's faces.

Yang Yanqiu's expression immediately became flustered and panicked, and she averted her gaze with flickering eyes.

Ning Mu, however, smiled slightly, reached out to gently apply the ointment to the wound on her back, and whispered almost against her earlobe, "Then this young master will take advantage of the offer. Having a Saint Mother from a great sect like the Sun Moon Divine Sect as a sister is truly this young master's good fortune~"

"Sister Yang, are you satisfied with your little brother's application of the medicine?"

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"Mm~"

Yang Yanqiu could not help but let out a soft moan. The voice coming from her ear was like a deadly poison, and the hand applying the medicine to her back, armpit, and waist seemed to be filled with an incredibly powerful magic, causing her firm mental defenses to tremble faintly.

An indescribable palpitation rose quietly from the bottom of her heart, making her whole body seem as if it were covered in a layer of heart-stirring rosy light.

She pursed her lips, frowned slightly, and with her eyes brimming with tears, she lowered her gaze in shy restraint and let out a barely audible hum.

"Many thanks to Young Master Ning for your help..."

Hesitating in her heart, Yang Yanqiu spoke in soft, gentle words. Her heartstrings loosened, and her entire body almost leaned into Ning Mu's embrace.

The garment she had been desperately holding up—whether because her hands had lost their strength or for some other reason—silently fell away, revealing the forbidden area it had been hiding.

But...

The next moment.

She suddenly snapped back to reality.

Feeling that warm hand suddenly grab her breast.

Yang Yanqiu's mind instantly cleared. She hurriedly pushed Ning Mu away, then moved with extreme speed to pick up her garment and cover herself again. With a look of wariness and vigilance, she retreated a distance in a panic, glared at Ning Mu, and mustered her courage to say, "Many thanks, Young Master Ning. The medicine has been applied; I ask that Young Master Ning conduct yourself with dignity!"

Seeing her suddenly recover, Ning Mu knew he had been too hasty.

He couldn't help but rub his nose and smile, standing up in a composed manner.

"Sister Yang, Sister Yang, it seems you don't want your little brother to take care of you. Then this little brother will take his leave. If you need anything, just instruct the maids."

As he spoke.

He straightened his waist, placed his fingers under his nose to take a light sniff, and smiled at Yang Yanqiu with a playful look.

That trace of fragrance seemed to still linger on his fingertips, making him feel quite nostalgic.

Seeing Ning Mu's teasing gesture, Yang Yanqiu's face turned red. She lowered her eyes and said helplessly, "Understood... Young Master, please do as you wish!"

Ning Mu did not linger any longer; he laughed heartily and turned to leave.

He left Yang Yanqiu alone on the couch, lost in a daze, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions, unable to say whether it was hatred or gratitude.

Perhaps it was both.

Seeing the young master emerge from the room of the heavily wounded Demon Sect enchantress, the maids working outside were not surprised.

They greeted him with affectionate smiles, and seeing that the young master had no intention of chatting, they went back to their own tasks.

As for Ning Mu, he leisurely made his way to the room next to Yang Yanqiu's, outside the room of Liuli Shitai.

Knock, knock, knock~ a knock sounded on the door.

"Enter!"

Liuli's cold and rippleless voice rang out.

Ning Mu pushed the door open and walked in with his hands behind his back, only to see Liuli Shitai sitting cross-legged on the couch, tapping a Wooden Fish while turning her prayer beads; her thin lips were slightly parting and closing, and scriptures were being recited from between them.

"Why did it take so long?"

Seeing Ning Mu enter, Liuli put down the Wooden Fish Mallet and tilted her head to look at him, her tone seemingly mixed with a bit of complaint and coquettishness.

This scoundrel was simply not a decent person! He had clearly made an appointment with her, and she had even taken the initiative to give him a massage, yet he had actually taken the spare time to go to the room next door and dally with that Saint Mother of the Demon Sect.

As a dignified expert at the Half-Step Divine Origin realm, what had just happened next door naturally could not escape her ears.

It was just that she was angry in her heart and wanted to make Ning Mu feel deflated, so she mentioned it on purpose.

To have an appointment with her and then go off to dally with another woman—how thick must his skin be to be able to face her so calmly? Obviously.

Liuli still underestimated the thickness of Ning Mu's skin.

Ning Mu shrugged, walked over with a natural expression, sat on the couch, and then reached out to rest his hand on Liuli's shoulder, his hand naturally sliding down from her collar.

At the same time, he said, "I played with that Yang Yanqiu next door for a while; she doesn't understand romance, my Shitai is still the charming and lovely one."

(End of this chapter)