Chapter 87

Although Zhao Zhao Zhao Qiying's disagreement wouldn't stop him from building a harem, he preferred not to resort to coercion unless absolutely necessary.

Using force to overpower others was meant for outsiders, not for the women who shared his bed.

With matters at Leigu Mountain settled, Jiang Sishui had originally planned to head straight to Manduo Villa.

This was both to maintain the lie about "Wu Wu Ya Zi entrusting his daughter and granddaughter" and to obtain the "Small Unmatched Art."

Of course, he also wished to see what kind of charm Li Li Qingluo, whose childhood name was "Yourong," possessed.

However, since Huang Huang Yaoshi's family was still at the foot of the mountain and he still had designs on Huang Rong, he could not afford to rush.

Thus, he arranged for the four women to stay within the protective range of the "Zhenlong Illusion Array," instructing them not to wander off.

This was, of course, a precaution against Zhu Zhu Zhu Wushi.

Although Zhu Zhu Zhu Wushi had not appeared yesterday, and disciples of the Deaf-Mute Sect had even witnessed him "secretly" descending the mountain with a figure in white, there was no guarantee he would not return.

Therefore, it was necessary to make an extra preparation.

Although the power of the "Zhenlong Illusion Array" was greatly diminished without the remnant of the "Ten Directions Extinction" to anchor it, it could still detain a Celestial being for a short while.

Even if the figure in white beside him broke the array again, it would take time.

With this buffer time, it would be more than enough for the four women to flee.

Considering an escape route, Jiang Sishui had deliberately placed them in an area with complex terrain.

With Su Su Su Xinghe, a local expert, to guide them, shaking off a stranger like Zhu Zhu Zhu Wushi who was unfamiliar with the area would be no problem at all.

The area below Leigu Mountain was not particularly bustling; the small town had only a few inns, so Jiang Sishui found his target after asking around briefly.

"Good lad, your fortune is considerable. If I'm not mistaken, you joined the Xiaoyao Sect only two days ago, correct?"

Upon seeing Jiang Sishui, Huang Huang Yaoshi broke into a smile.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman, graceful and poised; it was Feng Heng.

Although her daughter was already sixteen or seventeen, time had left no marks on her.

With a lovely face and a graceful figure, she possessed the elegant demeanor of a noble lady, making one's eyes light up at the sight of her.

Unfortunately, her complexion was slightly pale, lacking the radiant glow of noblewomen her age who resembled plump, juicy peaches.

This undoubtedly diminished her beauty somewhat.

Seeing Jiang Sishui, Feng Heng nodded slightly in greeting.

Jiang Sishui returned the greeting, but felt somewhat disappointed inside.

For he did not see Huang Rong anywhere...

"Where has that girl gone off to again? Sleeping in? Don't tell me she ran away?"

Jiang Sishui grew secretly anxious.

However, this was not the time for such thoughts; responding to Huang Huang Yaoshi's question, he said, "Sooner or later, I am already a member of the Xiaoyao Sect. What matters is that I have come to learn the 'Flicking Finger Technique' from you, Senior."

Jiang Sishui spoke directly to the point, without any beating around the bush.

After all, neither he nor Huang Huang Yaoshi liked dragging things out.

Huang Huang Yaoshi looked at Jiang Sishui with profound meaning.

Recalling their first meeting, when Jiang Sishui had said he would wait until he cultivated profound internal energy before seeking instruction, he had originally thought this was the ignorant talk of a child, but now it seemed not so simple.

It was as if Jiang Sishui had known in advance that his cultivation would soon advance greatly.

However, from Jiang Sishui's reply, Huang Huang Yaoshi could also tell that the other party did not wish to discuss the matter further.

Thus, he did not pry further, but acted decisively, saying, "Good, follow me."

Saying this, Huang Huang Yaoshi led the way.

Feng Heng and Jiang Sishui followed one after the other.

After walking out, Jiang Sishui glanced back at the inn and, struck by a sudden idea, said, "We are leaving just like this; leaving your honorable daughter here alone, isn't that somewhat unsafe?"

"Hmm?" Huang Huang Yaoshi whipped his head around, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Sishui as sharp as a blade.

Mentioning his precious daughter instantly triggered an instinctive alertness in Huang Huang Yaoshi's heart.

Especially when the one speaking was a young man.

Jiang Sishui remained perfectly calm, showing no sign of intimidation.

Facing Huang Huang Yaoshi's probing gaze, Jiang Sishui even displayed a hint of confusion, as if he did not understand why the reaction was so intense.

This caused the words Huang Huang Yaoshi was about to speak to stick in his throat.

If he had misunderstood the intention, wouldn't he appear to be flattering himself?

Thus, Huang Huang Yaoshi could only honestly close his mouth.

At this moment, Feng Heng, standing nearby, explained, "Oh her, she was making a racket early in the morning and has already gone out by now."

"There are no high-level experts in this town; although Rong'er's martial arts are not equal to yours, she is capable of protecting herself without issue."

"Moreover, her father is right here; even if she gets into a conflict and causes a disturbance, we can arrive in time."

Hearing this, Jiang Sishui understood and extracted two key pieces of information from it.

First, Huang Rong was no longer at the inn.

Second, Huang Rong had not run away and would return.

This put his mind at ease.

The three had not walked far before Huang Huang Yaoshi led them into a dilapidated small courtyard.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, yet it was quite quiet.

"This place will do."

Then, Huang Huang Yaoshi began to teach the "Flicking Finger Technique."

This skill was not difficult for Jiang Sishui; with his extraordinary talent and profound internal energy, learning it was effortless.

However, since he had not yet seen Huang Rong, he naturally needed to find a way to stay, so he deliberately hid his abilities to buy time.

……

As the sun climbed higher, Feng Heng watched the two men, one teaching and one learning, then silently left the small courtyard to prepare lunch for them.

Suddenly, a diary materialized out of thin air, hovering right before her.

Feng Heng was startled.

What kind of technique was this? Creating something from the void?

Feng Heng froze in terror, her body stiff; she dared not move, nor dare she scream, fearing it might trigger dire consequences.

After a moment, realizing the diary made no further move, she finally relaxed slightly.

Hesitating briefly, she summoned her courage, cautiously approached, and peered at it.

On the cover was written a single line—

Jiang Sishui Diary Copy (Feng Heng Exclusive).

Like the other women who had just received diary copies, she initially did not know what "diary" meant and could only guess from the title.

But why did it bear both Jiang Sishui's name and hers?

Jiang Sishui's diary, exclusive to her?

If anyone unaware of the truth saw this, would they not assume there was some unspeakable special relationship between them?

Thinking of this, Feng Heng panicked inwardly and quickly tucked the diary copy away, intending to find a place to destroy it.

Yet immediately after, unable to suppress her curiosity, she opened the diary copy to read it, wanting to know what was written inside.

[Character: Feng Heng]

[Appearance: 9]

[Affection: 8]

"Appearance... Affection..."

Feng Heng blinked, then compared these terms against the criteria listed above and suddenly froze.

"Eight? Likes? He likes me?"

Feng Heng felt as if struck by lightning from a clear sky; she stood rooted to the spot, her mind completely unable to process it.

Jiang Sishui actually harbored improper thoughts toward her?!

This... this was completely imperceptible!

When they had just met, Jiang Sishui's gaze had barely lingered on her for even a moment; how could it be possible...

Suddenly, Feng Heng shook her head: "No, 'like' has many meanings and is not entirely equivalent to love; I must not misunderstand and merely invite ridicule."