Zhu Xian: They've all been reborn

During dinner, Biyao announced a "major decision":

"I've made up my mind. Tonight, Xiao Chuan is mine, and no one is allowed to take him! I recently acquired a dual cultivation technique, which is said to have miraculous effects on regulating one's breath and strengthening one's foundation. I'll give it a try!"

Xiao Bai paused, her hand still holding a chopstick, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Oh, Yao girl, are you using this as an excuse for personal gain? What dual cultivation technique? You didn't read it in those romance novels, did you?"

"Mind your own business, Xiao Chuan is mine tonight anyway!" Bi Yao hugged Jiang Xiao Chuan's arm, declaring her ownership.

"Last night was yours, and the night before last you were the one who pestered him to try out some newly refined magic weapon, and the night before that..." Xiao Bai started bringing up old grievances.

"So what? He's happy to do it!"

Seeing that another argument was about to break out, Lu Xueqi put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and calmly said, "According to the order, it's my turn tonight."

The air fell silent instantly.

Biyao and Xiaobai both looked at Lu Xueqi. Lu Xueqi remained calm, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then added, "However, since Biyao has just obtained a new cultivation technique and is eager to test it, let her go first. It will be my turn tomorrow night."

Biyao blinked, her face immediately lighting up with a smile, and she moved closer to Lu Xueqi: "Xueqi, you're the best!"

Xiao Bai pouted and didn't say anything more. Linglong and Jin Ping'er exchanged a glance and smiled. Tian Ling'er secretly mouthed "Take care" to Jiang Xiaochuan.

Jiang Xiaochuan: "..."

He felt like he was a meticulously arranged...object?

However, looking at Biyao's bright, expectant eyes, he felt that... it might not be a bad idea. After all, the more debts one has, the less one has to worry about.

At night, Biyao indeed took out the so-called "dual cultivation technique" with great interest. The handwriting was ancient and the illustrations... well, they were a bit abstract.

She insisted that Jiang Xiaochuan follow the posture and energy circulation method described above, asking as he did so, "How does it feel? Is your spiritual energy circulating faster? Is there a warm current here?"

Jiang Xiaochuan was thoroughly exhausted by her. The technique seemed to have some merit, but Biyao's understanding and execution were clearly questionable.

In the end, he was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers. His spiritual energy was circulating faster, but he was more agitated by her, causing his blood and qi to surge.

Biyao herself was also exhausted and drenched in sweat. She leaned against his chest, her eyes still shining: "It seems...it's somewhat effective. Let's try another page tomorrow!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's vision went black, and he almost fainted.

He raised his hand and touched Biyao's sweat-dampened hair, weakly saying, "Yao'er... please let me go..."

If he does it again, he'll probably be meeting his ancestor.

Biyao chuckled and leaned down to kiss him on the lips, a sly smile on her face. "Just kidding. Look how scared you are. Go to sleep. You're going to Xueqi's tomorrow, so make sure you're well-rested. Don't let her think I've mistreated you."

As she spoke, she wrapped herself around him with her hands and feet, found a comfortable position, and soon fell asleep with even breathing.

……

Summer has deepened in the blink of an eye. The sun is scorching, and the bamboo leaves are curling at the edges. Cicadas chirp incessantly in the bamboo forest, making people feel irritable.

In the afternoon, the corridor was shady.

Jiang Xiaochuan slumped in the rocking chair, idly fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, his eyelids too heavy to lift.

Last night, Lu Xueqi "tested his homework" and kept him up until the wee hours. Once that aloof fairy started to "instruct" him seriously, she was meticulous and demanding, and she wouldn't stop until she had sorted out and smoothed out every bit of his spiritual power and every inch of his bones.

As a result, he was now like a wilted fish, too lazy to even move his fingers.

"Little Chuan Chuan~" A sweet, languid voice whispered in my ear, carrying a warm breath.

Jiang Xiaochuan jolted awake, knowing who it was without even opening his eyes. He mumbled an "Mmm" and tried to bury his face in the shade of the rocking chair.

A cool, soft touch landed on my cheek; it was Xiaobai's fingertips, carrying her unique fragrance.

"So listless? Xueqi, you were working really hard last night." She chuckled, her fingers sliding down his cheek to his chin, gently scratching him.

Jiang Xiaochuan grabbed her mischievous hand and opened his eyes.

Xiao Bai, dressed in a very thin scarlet gauze dress, leaned lazily against the armrest of a rocking chair. The neckline was loose, revealing a patch of fair skin and delicate collarbone. His silver hair was unbound and cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands brushing against his arm.

"Sister Xiaobai..." he said helplessly, his voice hoarse from not having woken up properly.

"What do you want?"

Xiao Bai leaned down, almost lying on top of him. She was quite heavy, with a warm and gentle pressure. Her long hair fell down, enveloping him in a sweet fragrance and shadow.

"Look how hot you are, you're sweating."

As she spoke, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked his Adam's apple very quickly.

"!"

Jiang Xiaochuan's body tensed instantly, all sleepiness vanished, and his ears turned bright red.

"noob!"

"I'm here."

Xiao Bai smiled and began to unbutton the buttons of his inner garment.

"To help you cool off."

"In broad daylight! Don't..."

"What are you afraid of? There's no one around."

Xiao Bai didn't mind, her fingers deftly unbuttoning the buttons one by one.

"Biyao was called back to the Ghost King Sect by Qinglong to handle some minor matters and won't be back until evening. Ling'er is taking Meng'er for a nap, Linglong and Ping'er are gathering herbs in the back mountain, and Xueqi... is on Xiaozhu Peak. Yueyao seems to have something to discuss with her."

She knew him by heart, her breath brushing against his bare chest, sending a slight shiver down his spine.

Jiang Xiaochuan tried to push her away, but when his hand touched her smooth arm, he pulled it back as if he had been burned. This vixen had clearly timed her arrival to ambush him!

"You...you stop messing around..." His voice was weak and lacked any real threat.

"Who's causing trouble?"

Xiao Bai raised an eyebrow, her fingers already slipping inside his clothes, her palm pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid beating there, and her smile deepened.

"I'm just worried about you. You look so tired, so I'm helping you... relax a bit."

She lowered her head and kissed his lips, her tongue easily prying open his teeth, entwining and sucking, as if savoring a delicious dessert.

Their clothes grew increasingly disheveled as they tangled, the rocking chair creaked under the weight, and the breeze under the eaves seemed to carry heat, unable to dispel the burning heat of their skin touching.

Just as Jiang Xiaochuan felt he was about to suffocate and his defenses were about to collapse completely, a series of light footsteps approached from afar, accompanied by Tian Ling'er's clear exclamation:

"Hey, Sister Xiaobai, Xiaochuan, what... what are you doing!"

Xiao Bai paused, but didn't get up immediately. She just turned her head slightly and glanced at Tian Ling'er, who was standing at the entrance of the corridor, covering her mouth and staring wide-eyed, as well as Xiao Jiangmeng, who was rubbing her eyes and looking dazed in her arms.

She slowly licked her lips, propped herself up from Jiang Xiaochuan, and straightened her slightly disheveled clothes. Her voice was still hoarse with passion, but she was quite frank:

"Can't you see? I'm helping my husband 'relax'."

Tian Ling'er's face flushed red instantly, and Jiang Meng, who was in her arms, also woke up. Seeing her father, she opened her little arms and said, "Daddy, hug me!"