After Breaking Off the Engagement, I Started Pursuing My Master-Chapter 127 - Who?!

Chapter 127: Who?!

When Jiang Huai’s palm touched Wen Wanwan’s cheek, her face was burning hot.

Her eyes were shyly evasive, but being held by Jiang Huai and forced to look directly, she began to have nowhere to hide. As they gazed at each other, Jiang Huai suddenly muttered softly.

“Does Wanwan Junior Sister think I’m a bastard?”

“Eh?” Wen Wanwan looked at him, puzzled.

“Because I speak those seemingly righteous words, about how fellow Senior Brother and Sister should take care of each other, about how I feel pity for Wanwan Junior Sister’s hard work in taking care of her sister. But in reality, you can only believe about two or three tenths of it. The rest is mostly because Wanwan Junior Sister is pretty, so I treat you specially.”

Wen Wanwan looked at him, puzzled for a while before she understood. She blinked at Jiang Huai.

“Even if ten out of ten reasons Jiang Huai Senior Brother wants to be good to Wanwan are because she’s pretty, Wanwan won’t be sad. Wanwan would be very happy because it means there’s something about Wanwan that Jiang Huai Senior Brother likes.”

“If Jiang Huai Senior Brother is upset and worried because of Fairy Qingyu, it’s not your fault. Every time, you’ve been very restrained, and at first, you never did anything excessive to Wanwan. It was Wanwan who took the initiative to seduce Jiang Huai Senior Brother. Wanwan is the bad woman... not Jiang Huai Senior Brother’s fault.”

Jiang Huai was caught between laughter and tears, “How could this be blamed on you?”

“Actually, Wanwan has a lot of little thoughts too, starting from when Jiang Huai Senior Brother applied medicine to Wanwan...”

Wen Wanwan bit her lip, hesitated for a while, then very seriously, very earnestly said.

“Sometimes Jiang Huai Senior Brother... doesn’t need to care too much about Wanwan’s feelings. If, I mean if, Fairy Qingyu really dislikes Wanwan in the future and hopes Jiang Huai Senior Brother will draw a clear line with Wanwan. If Jiang Huai Senior Brother thinks the same, just come and tell Wanwan... Wanwan won’t cling to Jiang Huai Senior Brother and will try not to cause trouble for Jiang Huai Senior Brother.”

“Would you be sad?” Jiang Huai looked into Wen Wanwan’s eyes.

“I would...” Wen Wanwan’s eyes began to well up with tears.

“But... but I’ve always been relying on my sister for a living, so even if Jiang Huai Senior Brother isn’t around in the future, it’s not much different from before. Being sad might just be because Wanwan is too greedy, and that would be Wanwan’s own fault for being greedy... not Jiang Huai Senior Brother’s.”

At this moment, half of Jiang Huai’s mind wondered if this was a strategic retreat, while the other half felt like it was melting.

He couldn’t refuse, he simply couldn’t.

“But seeing Wanwan sad would make me sad too, so let’s not talk about this. I’ll find another way for Qingyu’s matter.”

Jiang Huai leaned in, looking at the corner of Wen Wanwan’s eyes.

“I wasn’t asking if you would be sad to test you, don’t cry.”

Wen Wanwan lifted her head, reached back with her hand, and wiped away her tears.

“I’m not crying.”

“Then how about a kiss?”

Wen Wanwan wrapped her arms around his neck, leaned in, and her tongue stealthily reached out.

......

The Dragon Blood Spirit Pill was finally refined.

Jiang Huai and Wen Wanwan talked a lot in the bamboo forest until the pill was ready. Jiang Huai used a porcelain bottle to collect the ten pills, stood up with Wen Wanwan, and returned to the courtyard. He placed the bottle on the table and looked at Chu Xianning, speaking softly.

“Take one pill a day for ten days. Although it can’t completely heal the old wounds on Master’s body, the pain on rainy days should be alleviated.”

Chu Xianning’s usually cold expression seemed to soften a bit. She looked up at Jiang Huai, her gaze falling on the porcelain bottle, and said softly.

“You worked hard.”

“It’s what a disciple should do. What would Master like to eat tonight?”

“I’m not very hungry, you and Wen Wanwan eat.”

Chu Xianning stood up, “I’m going to sleep for a while.”

Jiang Huai was taken aback, watching Chu Xianning walk towards her room.

Chu Xianning was always so expressionless, so he could never grasp her thoughts. Was she currently upset because Luo Yueguan mentioned he had initiated the marriage with Luo Qingyu, or did she actually not care and was just a little tired and wanted to sleep?

There was no point in worrying about it now, so he’d talk about it tomorrow. Jiang Huai got up and went to the kitchen, where he had prepared ingredients earlier. He took some out and made four small dishes, steamed some spiritual rice, and had a simple dinner with Wen Wanwan. He also left a portion for Wen Fufu. After dinner, Wen Wanwan took the food box and went back first.

And Jiang Huai sat alone in the pavilion, watching the sunset slowly fall, the world dimming from bright to dark, and the moon quietly revealing itself in the dim night sky, casting serene moonlight down.

He suddenly remembered that he had picked a lotus flower for Chu Xianning, so he hurriedly got up to find a suitable porcelain vase. Arriving at the door of Chu Xianning’s room, he gently knocked.

“Come in,” Chu Xianning said indifferently.

Jiang Huai opened the door to find Chu Xianning sitting at the desk, putting a thick notebook into a cabinet. The ink on the brush on the desk was still fresh. Curious, Jiang Huai said.

“I thought Master had gone to bed.”

“I was writing in my diary.”

Jiang Huai was taken aback. He had been in the courtyard for over a decade and had no idea that his Master kept a diary.

Who keeps a diary anyway?

Seeing Jiang Huai lost in thought, Chu Xianning gave him a cold glance, “If you ever sneak a peek at my diary, I’ll gouge out your eyeballs.”

Chu Xianning rarely uttered such harsh words, causing Jiang Huai to shrink back.

“Why would I dare to do that? Besides, why does Master always think so poorly of me?”

As he spoke, Jiang Huai took out the porcelain vase with the winter snow lotus inside. He blinked at Chu Xianning.

“I found this spiritual flower in the secret realm. Where would Master like to place it?”

Chu Xianning was silent for a moment.

“You pick a spot.”

So Jiang Huai carefully chose a spot and placed the lotus next to Chu Xianning’s bookshelf. The room was soon filled with a faint scent of the flower, but Chu Xianning’s room was already fragrant with her own constitution’s scent, which she had grown accustomed to since childhood. Now, as she smelled the subtle lotus fragrance, her eyes, dark as ink, seemed to deepen even more.

Chu Xianning stood up and walked to the bed. She gently lifted the covers and sat down. Her bed was high, leaving her delicate, snowy legs dangling in the air. Now in the room, she had changed into a light white nightgown. The ruffled hem of the dress could not fully cover her slender, fair legs, which were as tender as lotus roots.

“If Master is going to sleep... I won’t disturb your rest.”

“I’m not sleeping yet,” Chu Xianning said flatly.

“Could Master perhaps keep me company for a heart-to-heart talk?”

“About what?” Chu Xianning glanced at him sideways, sensing an ominous feeling.

“I’ve been troubled by matters of the heart recently and wanted to ask for Master’s opinion.”

“Your romantic issues are your own business. There’s no need to report them to me, and I can’t offer any advice.”

Chu Xianning turned her face away, seemingly uninterested in the topic.

“I just wanted to discuss and hear your views on love.”

Chu Xianning was silent for a moment, unable to think of an answer.

For six hundred years, she had always been alone. It wasn’t that she was deliberately cold to every man; it’s just that no man had ever touched her heart. Her cultivation was not of the Ruthless Sword, but in these six hundred years, she had always been more focused on sword cultivation and slaying evil cultivators.

When she was twenty, she had the most suitors, and it would have been reasonable to find a partner. Among the cultivators pursuing her, there were many with higher cultivation levels and more outstanding talents. Gentle gentlemen, those as gentle as jade, humorous and witty ones—she had met them all. Yet her heart remained utterly calm, and she rejected them all decisively, without a hint of hesitation.

In these six hundred years, she never felt lonely; instead, this solitude brought her peace. Everything changed thirteen years ago when she brought a boy back from the mountain to the Tianxuan Sect.

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Initially, she only intended to bring him back and find another place for him after a month or two. She had never taken a disciple before and didn’t think she could accept someone suddenly making her quiet world noisy. Yet, after those couple of months, seeing the boy looking at her with teary, pitiful eyes, she felt an inexplicable softness.

So she struggled with the decision all night and finally took him as her direct disciple. She thought that if she failed to break through the ninth realm and perished, at least she would leave a legacy in this world.

But as the boy grew up, his features became more distinct. From the initially gentle and sensible little lamb, he gradually turned into a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

When Jiang Huai was fourteen or fifteen, Chu Xianning began to think about sending him to another sect to cultivate, or perhaps marrying him off to Luo Qingyu, handing him over to Luo Yueguan. Then she could relinquish her position as an elder of Guangxue Mountain and travel the world, hoping that after some time away, her restless heart would find peace.

But every time she looked into his eyes, she couldn’t bring herself to say that she wanted to travel the world and leave Guangxue Mountain in his care.

Was it ultimately because she couldn’t bear to part with him?

Chu Xianning had asked herself countless times during sleepless nights, but she could never find an answer.

Perhaps from the beginning, she should have left Jiang Huai in the care of Luo Yueguan. Luo Yueguan would probably have been delighted to take care of Jiang Huai. That woman didn’t care about many things, and if she really liked him that much, she might even want to hold Jiang Huai in her arms all night.

Chu Xianning looked at Jiang Huai in front of her. Perhaps his eyes were truly filled with expectation, waiting for her answer, but she really didn’t know how to respond.

You have Luo Qingyu by your side, who is utterly devoted to you, and Wen Wanwan, who loves you in a cowardly way. Both women are excellent in beauty and appearance. You’re not satisfied with your entanglements with them, and now you’re asking me what love is?

“I don’t know,” Chu Xianning replied indifferently.

“In these six hundred years, has there never been a moment when you felt affection for someone?” Jiang Huai seemed unwilling to give up, muttering softly.

“Yes, there has,” Chu Xianning’s lips suddenly curved into a smile.

“Who?!”

Jiang Huai suddenly reacted like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, almost jumping up.