“…….”
Nongchang Hei Nu and Dangkou Baoan wore blank expressions, still confused about the situation before being assigned to carry out tasks.
A perfectly good vacation plan had gone up in smoke.
As for Her Highness Jing Tan’er, she truly was in seclusion—but it was an emotional seclusion.
Ever since joining Hidden in Mist Peak, the little princess had been running to Jueyun Peak every other day.
There was barely a trace of her on Yunwu Zifeng, and she hadn’t even spent a few days in the prepared disciple guest room.
The Mist-Hidden Peak First Seat lived by the principle of going with the flow, and the Sword Manual of Hidden Mist emphasized breaking formality, with a sword momentum so concealed it was impossible to trace.
Disciples under their tutelage were all ghostly figures as well. He could only marvel at Her Highness’s intelligence, mastering the essentials the moment she arrived and comprehending it instinctively.
This time, the Villainous Young Lady had learned her lesson, simply finding a scenic place to build a Yunxia Pavilion and diving into cultivation (preparing for pregnancy) with peace of mind.
As dusk fell into night, Yun Liu made his way alone to the depths of the bamboo forest, the lights of Fang Street flickering faintly behind him.
Before he could knock, the door to the pavilion swung open.
Jing Tan’er flicked her hair with a sidelong glance, arms crossed, one long leg tapping impatiently against the floor.
“Too slow! Why are you so late today?”
Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, the Royal Family’s Little Princess would wait here for the Master of Family Teaching to arrive, seeking answers to various cultivation troubles. Over time, it had become a routine.
A villain having dreams was a good thing; Yun Liu, who enjoyed comfort and relaxation, also appreciated studious shareholders and was happy to nurture such a promising cooperative partner to expand their shared enterprise.
He didn’t realize that the instructor’s ‘training room’ was, in the little princess’s mind, a maternity center—much like the ambition of a jockey!
“I took a na—”
Yun Liu had just opened his mouth when Jing Tan’er dragged him into the small building.
Her lips grumbled in complaint to mask her racing heart, but she was actually delighted and cared nothing for trivialities as long as he was here.
“Enough with the formalities! You should know that the Royal Family has countless renowned teachers—you’re not the only one who saw my brilliance and insisted on teaching me. Don’t get arrogant just because you joined the Mountain Sea Pavilion! If you dare to slack off with this princess, I—I can withdraw my investment at any time!”
Yun Liu couldn’t help but laugh, scratching his head in reflection.
So, I’m the one insisting on teaching, huh?
He was long used to the little princess’s habit of speaking in reverse, so he didn’t take it as a threat, just found it amusing.
Translated, it was basically a casual “Have you eaten yet?”—utterly harmless.
The White-robed Youth couldn’t help teasing:
“Mm, alright, Your Highness, calm down, don’t be rash—it’s not worth harming your saintly body.”
Please don’t withdraw your investment, or the stall loses a share and that’s a headache…
“Hmph! As long as you understand!”
Jing Tan’er nodded, seeing the Yun Ring on his finger, carried at all times. Her smile brightened, and beneath the candlelight, a blush tinged her pretty face.
The place was quiet, the silver candle burning with a soft, fragrant glow.
Before each lesson (appointment), the little princess would meticulously tidy her maiden’s bedchamber, not allowing even a single stray hair.
The sense of ritual was strong; not even the childhood playmate maidservant was allowed to disturb—she insisted on handling everything personally.
“Speaking of which, I practiced the second layer of the Sword Manual of Hidden Mist today, Sword Movement Lingchong, but always get stuck at the end. Is my cultivation insufficient to sustain the energy the second layer requires?”
Jing Tan’er furrowed her brows, propping her chin on the soft couch, legs stretched to the side in graceful lines, bare feet reflecting the candlelight.
Yun Liu couldn’t help glancing twice.
“Hey? Say something!”
“Ah, mm, probably…not.”
Yun Liu coughed, looking away, and started rambling.
“The sword way is boundless and profound; each of the Five Peaks Sword Canon has its own unique legacy. I am neither a Shenhua Disciple nor a Mist Veil Peak Disciple, so I cannot presumptuously give guidance. You also shouldn’t reveal Inner Sect secret techniques again, lest you violate sect rules.”
That said, all the Five Peaks Sword Canon were stored in the Encyclopedia of Piaomiao Realm in his head, but it wasn’t convenient to mention.
“Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Jing Tan’er regained her composure, quickly covering her lips. Recalling where Yun Liu’s gaze had lingered, she looked down at her legs, blinking innocently.
“However, no matter how a sword formula changes, it all builds on the Shenhua Nine Forms, and the flow of spiritual energy is the same in principle. Maybe I can help you sort it out…pardon me.”
Yun Liu apologized and extended his finger, pressing a few points on the girl’s delicate body like an expert massage therapist—he could tell the problem just by hearing which movement caused discomfort.
Arm, lower back, back of thigh—the spiritual pressure faded as soon as it touched.
“Ah!”
Jing Tan’er trembled, collapsing as if electrified, her Qi Sea in turmoil and chest rising and falling.
Her spirit aperture complained of external interference. In that instant, gentle spiritual qi caressed her skin and entered her body, leaving her face flushed red.
“Don’t make strange noises.”
Yun Liu blushed as well, nervously glancing toward the window as if afraid Qin Sister might walk by.
Jing Tan’er sat up, face burning, not daring to meet Yun Liu’s eyes.
She picked up the sword formula with her right hand again, trying to channel wind energy.
After a moment, she felt Sword Movement Lingchong run much more smoothly.
“Wuhu, how amazing! Why is it like this? Could it be that my spiritual foundation wasn’t established properly?”
“No. The Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment is flawless. After Foundation Establishment, the Qi Sea alone surpasses most cultivators, but some spirit apertures and minor pathways take longer to harmonize. Only after Dan Forming does the physical vessel approach perfection.”
“I see. Well then…good job. This princess will make an exception and reward you. From now on, you’re allowed to help me sort my spirit apertures!”
Jing Tan’er covered her face, curling her legs.
Recalling that peculiar sensation, she felt a bit addicted.
There was a rough gentleness to it, both painful and exhilarating.
Next time, she’d have to bathe and change clothes for a full-body spa session.
Yun Liu was at a loss for words.
A royal princess was a royal princess—even the way she asked for help was unusual.
Too cute.
“Secret Technique: Spiritual Pressure Acupoint Attack is a rather unorthodox method, disdained by Righteous Heavenly Alliance cultivators. It requires extreme precision and control—one mistake and it could damage the meridians. And…”
“I’m not afraid—what about you? And what?”
Jing Tan’er pouted, arrogance masking total trust.
Yun Liu shrugged.
“And some spirit aperture locations are…private. Only close people should access them. Your Highness’s body is precious and sacred. There may be other ways to break through these blockages.”
The pavilion master’s intention was to spend some money and recommend the Three-Grade Chixue Pill next.
Expensive, yes—but effective and safe.
The Yun Brand is trustworthy!
Then he saw the little princess hesitate for just a moment.
“Is…is that so? I understand. I really can’t deal with you.”
Jing Tan’er’s face turned red as she turned away, the Cloud Robe of Mist Veil Peak slipping quietly to the floor.
The tall girl was left in just a single undergarment, jade back bare, and long legs exposed.
Yun Liu froze, and when he saw her about to remove more clothing, he leaped up.
“Waitwaitwaitwait—you said you understood!?”
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