Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"When I am strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with you,"

Her eyes were blazing, with her own pride and confidence.

"Can we become Taoist companions openly and honestly?"

Jiang Ruochen listened quietly, looking at the light flashing in her eyes, which was the determination and persistence on the path of becoming strong.

The slight sense of loss in his heart because he could not immediately justify his position was instantly replaced by greater pride and love.

His little darling has never been a fragile person who needs to rely on others.

She is an eagle destined to soar into the sky.

He reached out his hand and gently brushed a strand of blood-stained hair from her cheek. His movements were extremely gentle, and an indulgent smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Okay. It's all up to you. Whatever you say, that's what we'll do."

As long as she is by his side, he can wait no matter how soon or late the official relationship is established.

"but,"

He changed his tone, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of cunning and strength,

"Privately, you and I can no longer be as distant as 'Master and Disciple'."

Nan Xiang's face flushed, and she looked away slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito:

“…What should I call it then?”

Jiang Ruochen chuckled softly, leaned over and placed a gentle and cherishing kiss on her smooth forehead, like a butterfly touching the water, separating in an instant.

"Call me 'Ruochen'."

He whispered, his voice seductive and magnetic.

Nan Xiang's ears were red and her heart was beating like a drum. After a long while, she called out in a very low voice:

“…Ruochen.”

These two words, like a strange magic, caused endless ripples to spread across Jiang Ruochen's heart.

He sighed contentedly and pulled her into his arms again.

The two of them trained for several days outside the Misty Forest, and their tacit understanding became even better than before.

Jiang Ruochen's guidance became more detailed and thoughtful, and Nan Xiang's training became more diligent.

Just the occasional eye contact and unintentional touch of fingertips are filled with a tacit sweetness and ambiguity.

It was not until less than two months before the freshman assessment competition that the two returned to Xuantian Sect.

As soon as she returned to Zizhu Peak, Nan Xiang didn't even have time to rest before she said to Jiang Ruochen:

"Ruochen, I have some realizations. I need to go into seclusion immediately until the competition begins."

Jiang Ruochen: “…”

He looked at his little Taoist companion who had a serious expression and was only focused on cultivation. The words "Would you like to try the spiritual food that I have newly researched" were stuck in his throat.

We just confirmed our relationship, we’ve only been intimate for a few days, and we haven’t even held hands enough times, and you’re already going into seclusion?

Until Dabi?

A huge resentment instantly wrapped around Lord Su Yun's heart like a vine.

He could almost imagine the scene of himself guarding the empty... cough, guarding Zizhu Peak alone for more than a month, staring longingly at the deserted gate of Liuyun Palace.

But when he met Nan Xiang's clear and determined eyes, which said "I want to become stronger", all his dissatisfaction and grievances were automatically silenced.

What could he say?

Do you want to stop fellow Taoists from pursuing the great Dao and improving their strength?

Of course not.

Not only that, you have to express your support.

Jiang Ruochen tried hard to suppress the sour disappointment in his heart, and put on a gentle smile that could be described as "understanding the greater good". He even considerately helped her tidy up her temples, and took the opportunity to touch her a little more. His voice was so gentle that it could drip water:

"Okay, go ahead. Just relax and retreat, I'll take care of everything."

"Ok!"

Nan Xiang was completely unaware of this, and even revealed a shallow but sincere smile because of his support. She turned around and walked firmly towards her own Bamboo Garden retreat room without any reluctance.

Jiang Ruochen stood there, watching the figure disappear at the end of the path without any reluctance. The gentle smile on his face gradually faded, and finally turned into an extremely resentful, long sigh.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, only to feel that the wind on Zizhu Peak suddenly became a little cold and lonely.

That’s all.

What else can you do besides pampering your own Taoist partner?

Thus, for more than a month, an extremely strange scene unfolded on Zizhu Peak.

Lord Suyun Jiang Ruochen still had his lazy and leisurely demeanor. He often reclined on the soft couch in Liuyun Palace, or leaned on the top of a purple bamboo, sipping tea, reading, admiring the clouds, and daydreaming.

But that gaze would always "inadvertently" drift towards a bamboo garden.

It's just that the divine consciousness would always "habitually" cover that area, sensing the steady and increasingly powerful aura within.

But the corners of his mouth would often inexplicably turn downwards, revealing a bit of grievance of being ignored.

Only occasionally, he would whisper to the tightly closed bamboo garden door in a voice that only he could hear:

"You little heartless person..."

“…I didn’t even know to come out and see me.”

"... Is cultivation so fun?"

It looks like a "husband-waiting stone" that has become a spirit, and it has an air of resentment.

However, whenever there were signs of an intensified fluctuation of spiritual energy or a breakthrough of a small bottleneck in the bamboo garden, the resentment in his eyes would immediately be replaced by concentrated protection and hidden pride.

He would even quietly strengthen the protective formation around the bamboo garden to ensure that no movement could disturb the crazy cultivator inside.

If you love someone, you should let her grow freely instead of clipping her wings.

Lord Su Yun, who has lived for a thousand years, understands this principle better than anyone else.

But behind this understanding, there is a bit of sadness of being alone in an empty room (?).

Fortunately, no one knows about this bitterness for the time being.

Zizhu Peak was still quiet, and no one in Xuantian Sect knew that their high and mighty, cold and lazy Lord Suyun had already been taken, and was experiencing a sweet yet torturous wait like that of a man waiting for his wife.

Until the morning of the day when the freshman assessment competition officially began - the door of the bamboo garden, which had been closed for over a month, finally slowly opened.

A figure stepped out.

He was still wearing the plain white uniform of an inner disciple, with his black hair tied up high and his posture straight and tall.

However, within those raised phoenix eyes, there was a sharp glint, the aura around him was as heavy as a mountain, and the fluctuation of his spiritual power had apparently stabilized at the peak of the late foundation-building stage!

Nan Xiang took a deep breath of the clear spiritual energy from Zizhu Peak, and immediately looked accurately in the direction of Liuyun Palace.

Their eyes faced each other across the sky.

Jiang Ruochen was still lazily leaning under the purple bamboo in front of the hall, as if he was just standing there casually basking in the sun.

Only those phoenix eyes that lit up instantly, as if stars had settled in them, and the gentle and affectionate smile at the corner of his lips that could no longer be suppressed, revealed his turbulent emotions at the moment.

His little darling has come out of confinement.

His... Taoist companion.