Chapter 57: Old Driver, Riding with Liu Qingmei (Seeking Follow-up Reads!)

Following the steps, Ning Mu jumped onto the head of the Iron-Hoof Cloud-Chasing Lion, took out a dagger, and sliced a small cut into his index finger.

Symbolically, he dripped two drops of blood directly into the center of its brow.

The Iron-Hoof Cloud-Chasing Lion tilted its head; those golden eyes, originally fierce and extraordinary, revealed a hint of dazed confusion, not understanding what its master was doing.

This Iron-Hoof Cloud-Chasing Lion originally lived in the vast wilderness of the northern border of Qi.

Cloud Lions are different from ordinary lions; once they reach a certain age, they must leave the pride and live alone.

Within its family, it was a young beast that had just begun its solitary training.

One night, it had just caught a red deer, eaten its fill, and was fast asleep.

Yet, unexpectedly, when it woke up, it was locked in a room devoid of light.

When it appeared again, it was here.

And in its memory, there was now a deep brand.

There was a human who was its master! It needed to serve him for life! This brand felt innate, making it impossible for it to even conceive of resistance.

"Alright, Master!"

"As expected, I feel a connection of hearts with it!"

"Let me give you a name; from today on, you shall be called Old Driver."

After the 'Blood-Binding', Ning Mu grinned and immediately, as if showing off a treasure, used his thoughts to command the Iron-Hoof Cloud-Chasing Lion to rub its head and frolic; its fierce appearance turned into something dazed and cute, causing the group of maids and servant girls to exclaim how adorable it was.

Even the composed Liu Qingmei and Tong Yuyue, watching this Iron-Hoof Cloud-Chasing Lion, which was taller than a person, interact with Ning Mu like a puppy, felt a sense of longing in their eyes.

But immediately after, they both frowned.

Old Driver? What kind of name is that! Even if you called it Old Black, Old Red, or Old Lion, it would still be acceptable.

What the hell is a driver!

And the Iron-Hoof Cloud-Chasing Lion's fluttering eyelids blinked; it clearly did not quite understand the meaning of this name either.

But it did not resist; instead, it happily hopped on the spot, tossing Ning Mu high into the air before catching him steadily.

Clearly.

It had already accepted the name Old Driver.

"Sister, you are truly so good to little Mu!"

Watching Ning Mu play with Old Driver, Tong Yuyue could not help but turn her head to Liu Qingmei with a hint of envy.

To give away such a well-behaved and obedient demonic beast, plus this gorgeous carriage, just like that—I fear even Ye Yin wouldn't receive such treatment!

Although this world of martial arts is full of risks.

But humans and demons are different; demonic beasts have their own territories, and few human experts can possess a powerful demonic beast as a pet! Old Driver, combined with this carriage, is an absolute priceless treasure for a cultivator!

If placed in the Black Market, I fear even a thousand catties of Dragon Blood Rice wouldn't be enough to trade for it!

【Notification: Congratulations to the Host for completing Task Two; reward: 100 cultivation points, Ning Mu Strategy Value increased by 5 points!】

Liu Qingmei looked helpless and smiled: "He is my only Personal Disciple, and his strength is a bit too low; with this demonic beast for company, he will at least live a little longer, won't he."

She had no choice!

If she didn't give them to Ning Mu, both the carriage and Old Driver would be erased by the system.

Rather than that, it was better to just complete the task; besides, it wasn't anyone else!...

Setting off once again.

The caravan moved in a grand procession, heading toward Yonghang City.

"Sister is too heartless; she sits inside herself, yet makes me ride a horse, hmph..."

Riding on horseback, watching Old Driver happily hopping ahead and pulling the carriage forward, Tong Yuyue's phoenix eyes were full of petty grievances.

The carriage was over ten feet long and six feet wide.

Moreover, at a height of two feet from the ground, the space extended outward by more than a foot on both sides.

Therefore, the interior space was very spacious; compared to an ordinary carriage, it was like the difference between clouds and mud.

And the height was sufficient; even when Ning Mu stood up, there was still more than a foot of space above his head.

The carriage roof was a symmetrically angled space, and one could even open the sliding sunroof.

Let alone Ning Mu and Liu Qingmei.

Even if one added Chunzhi, Xia Chan, Qiuxiang, Dongxue, Ning Xiaoxiu, as well as Ci Yun Shen Ni Liuli and Second Aunt Tong Yuyue, the space would be enough to accommodate them all! Inside the carriage.

Near the rear, there was a small bed placed horizontally and embedded into the carriage body; if squeezed slightly, it could accommodate two people sleeping.

By the bed, on the window ledge of the right carriage wall, a tabletop could be extended horizontally; it could be folded when not in use, taking up no space.

On the left was a row of solid wood horizontal boards that could also be folded, edged with expensive leather and filled with duck down; when unfolded, it became a row of comfortable sofas.

At this moment, Liu Qingmei was sitting on this sofa.

And Ning Mu was sitting on the small bed.

In the bright and clean carriage, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive and stifling for a moment.

Because of the heart-to-heart connection with Old Driver, there was no need for a driver.

With just a thought from Ning Mu, whether fast or slow, or in which direction, Old Driver could handle it with ease.

"A bit hot."

Suddenly.

Liu Qingmei spoke, pretending to pull at her collar inadvertently.

Ning Mu raised his eyes to look, only to see a wisp of black silk peeking out from the collar.

Tsk.

This kind of half-hidden, half-revealed look seemed even more attractive.

Ning Mu did not speak either.

Ning Mu just watched Liu Qingmei "perform" quietly.

Helpless.

Liu Qingmei had no choice but to take the initiative; she gave a light cough, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes darted away as she said, "Little Mu, close the windows. I want to take off my coat..."

"Alright!"

Ning Mu's eyes lit up.

He immediately closed the windows on both sides and the back.

The skylight was still open.

A breeze drifted in from above, as if bringing a lingering fragrance from the distant horizon, filling the entire carriage with the scent of spring.

On both sides of the road were peach blossom forests in full bloom, and as the breeze blew past, the floral scent spilled into the carriage.

As her clothes drifted down.

The next moment.

One could only see that upon her snow-white body, she was covered by a thin layer of black gauze bodysuit that clung tightly to her delicate skin, setting off her already graceful and shapely figure even more vividly.

Without any superfluous ornaments or straps, it completely revealed her perfect physique.

Especially.

That pair of highly modern red-bottomed black high heels, paired with the alluring black gauze stockings wrapping her plump legs.

It displayed her temperament even more perfectly.

Ning Mu's eyes went straight! Lacking culture, only one sentence could describe his mood at this moment.

It's fucking beautiful!

Light silk fan and white orchids, slender waist and jade belt dancing in heavenly gauze.

Suspected to be a fairy descending to the mortal world, a glance back and a smile surpass the brilliance of the stars.

And at the same time.

Outside the carriage.

"Hm? Why did the Young Master suddenly close all the windows?"

Chunzhi and Xia Chan, who had been riding horses behind the Lingxiao Wind-Riding Chariot, were both startled when they saw Ning Mu close all the windows of the chariot, and they exchanged glances.

Inside the carriage, there was only the Young Master and the First Madam...

Sister Xiaoya seemed to have said before that the Young Master had been alone with the Madam several times...

Chunzhi and Xia Chan seemed to think of the same thing simultaneously, and both of their pretty faces flushed slightly.

No way, no way!

Could it be...

But the Madam and the Master have always treated each other with the respect of guests; that shouldn't be!

In the minds of the two maidservants, all sorts of unimaginable scenes emerged.

Then, they deliberately slowed down their speed, letting the horse team behind increase the distance from the Young Master's carriage.

(End of this chapter)