Su Chen, caught off guard, started communicating with the system.
‘System, how should we solve this girl’s cultivation issue?’
After thinking deeply just moments ago, Su Chen decided to throw this hot potato at the Imperial Master System.
[Host, I’m terribly sorry. You’ve completely broken me. The system is 90% damaged. I’m afraid I can’t help.]
The system’s manifested mini-avatar spoke with a serious expression.
‘Huh?’
Hearing this, Su Chen frowned and nearly yanked the little system avatar out for a good scolding.
How could an Imperial Master System say it was helpless?
“Ahem… Ximeng, that’s not how you wear the clothes…”
Even while conversing with the system in his mind, Su Chen couldn’t help but comment aloud.
At this moment, his disciple didn’t look like she was putting on clothes at all—it was more like she was trying to seduce her own master.
Her delicate, fair face had taken on a soft blush from the bath, her long lashes fluttering over her beautiful eyes.
Her damp hair draped over her shoulders and down to her waist, still dripping at the ends.
The water had soaked through most of the sheer snow-silk dress, making it cling tightly to her body and outlining every curve.
Although her jade-like feet were in shoes, the heels were crushed underfoot, leaving her snow-white ankles exposed—smooth and flawless like polished white jade.
“Master, this outfit has too many straps, and it’s way too tight. I just can’t get it on right. Look, is it because… this part of me gets in the way?”
Ximeng tugged at the dress and fumbled with the messy straps across her chest.
Her face was full of frustration and grievance.
Especially when she looked down at the pair of peaks obstructing her view—her brows furrowed with visible distress.
“Sigh… this girl must’ve been locked up too long. She’s forgotten how to dress herself,” Su Chen muttered helplessly.
With no better option, he rolled up his sleeves and decided to help her personally.
After all, he was her master.
What kind of master would harbor wicked thoughts toward his own disciple?
So Su Chen carefully helped her adjust the silk ribbons, ensuring everything was tied correctly and properly covered her front—which was, frankly, far more developed than her age should allow.
But soon, another problem arose—the clothes he’d prepared seemed a little small?
Especially around the chest area.
The way that part strained against the fabric made Su Chen’s eyelids twitch nonstop.
He should’ve gone with a larger size!
***
At that moment, the freshly bathed beauty looked even more stunning.
Ximeng’s skin was like snow, soft and luminous.
Her flushed, delicate face was still tinted with post-bath warmth.
She blinked her lovely eyes and curiously gazed at Su Chen.
She noticed that, for some reason, her master seemed to be staring at her chest… and quite intently at that.
Of course, it was possible she had done something wrong, and her master was simply deep in thought, wondering how to correct her.
“Master, did I do something wrong?” she asked softly after a brief pause.
“Or… is Master simply looking at Ximeng?”
The second part came out in a barely audible whisper.
But with Su Chen’s level of cultivation, his senses were incredibly sharp.
Even if she had whispered from three rooms away, he still would’ve heard her clearly!
Being so bluntly exposed by his disciple, even Su Chen—who was known for his thick skin—couldn’t help but blush.
There was no helping it.
His little disciple was a natural beauty, and at only sixteen, she already exuded such breathtaking charm.
After cultivating for a while longer, she would definitely grow into a devastating beauty who could topple kingdoms.
“Actually… I’m not really sure what’s going on, Master. It wasn’t like this before, but then they just kept getting bigger…”
“Master, aren’t they a bit… in the way?”
At this moment, Ruo Ximeng looked a little confused.
She used her delicate hand to poke the softness in front of her chest.
She hadn’t really thought much of it before, but now she was beginning to realize—having a chest this large might actually be a bit inconvenient.
“No problem at all!”
Just as Ruo Ximeng was filled with doubt, Su Chen spoke up righteously, his tone firm and unquestionable.
“Ximeng, one day you will become the ruler of the Grand Yan Empire… As the saying goes—‘Without great breasts, how can one gather all under heaven!’”
Su Chen declared this with a perfectly serious expression, leaving Ruo Ximeng utterly stunned.
‘Without great breasts, how can one gather all under heaven? Was that… really a legitimate saying?’
Ruo Ximeng tilted her head and stared at Su Chen intently.
When she saw the solemn look on his face, with not even a hint of joking, she nodded earnestly.
‘Master is so powerful. If he says it’s true, then it must be!’
‘And to look that serious… This has to be something really, really important!’
‘I understand now. In order to become stronger… I must grow bigger!’
Her cute little face lit up with a look of enlightenment, as if she had fully grasped Su Chen’s profound teachings.
***
“Uh…”
Seeing Ruo Ximeng like this, Su Chen was a little lost.
‘Did he take the joke too far?’
‘Had he completely confused his young disciple?’
“Master! I understand now!”
“You… understand?”
“Mm! Yes, Master! From now on, I must grow even bigger… so I can become even stronger!”
As she spoke, Ruo Ximeng puffed out her already awe-inspiring chest with pride.
Rip!
As expected, a tearing sound echoed through the air.
Her slightly tight-fitting inner shirt, which was already one size too small, simply couldn’t withstand the pressure of the mighty peaks it had been tasked to contain.
“Uh… Ximeng, I think we’ll need to get you some more clothes.”
Su Chen’s tone was calm and composed, though he couldn’t deny that his gaze had lingered a bit too long on the dazzling expanse of fair skin before him.
“But that’s for later. Right now…”
“First, put your shoes on. And remember, in the future, if your clothes are disheveled, don’t let others see you like that. Always be mindful of your appearance.”
As he spoke, Su Chen bent down to help Ruo Ximeng with her shoes.
He gently held her delicate foot and slid it into her shoe.
Her small, snowy-white foot looked like it had been carved from the finest jade—each toe dainty and graceful, the sight alone enough to make one’s heart itch.
After finally helping her with her clothes and shoes, Su Chen let out a long breath.
“Oh… Got it, Master.”
Ruo Ximeng looked down, cheeks flushed.
It was hard to say whether it was from the warm bath, or from the sensation of Su Chen touching her foot that made her shy.
***
A short while later.
“Now, let’s talk business. Tell me about your cultivation.”
Su Chen’s tone became serious.
While shaping his disciple’s character was important, guiding her cultivation was equally vital.
“Master… my talent is just too poor…”
As soon as cultivation came up, Ruo Ximeng’s previously good mood faded, and her face clouded with sadness.
She had once been a prodigy, blessed with unparalleled talent.
But now, her Sacred Bone had been extracted, her bloodline stolen—Ruo Ximeng truly couldn’t imagine anyone more crippled than she was.