Cultivating Immortality, Starting from Childhood Sweethearts-Chapter 274 - Do You Think Wang Xuan Is Beautiful?

After Wang Xuan left, Xu Ming closed his eyes to rest while also channeling his spiritual energy to heal his arms.

Spiritual energy had nourishing properties, but the moment he directed it into his arms, a piercing pain shot through him, making him furrow his brows.

“Hey, kid, that girl Wang Xuan left already?”

About half an incense stick’s time later, a voice drifted in.

Xu Ming opened his eyes and turned toward the doorway, where a handsome old man was walking in.

“Senior, you are...?” Xu Ming asked.

“What, already forgot me? Back at Sanshi Peak, I even taught you my signature sword move.” Xu Cang chuckled.

“You’re Xu Cang?” Xu Ming was surprised.

“What ‘Xu Cang’? Call me ‘Senior.’ Show some respect.” Xu Cang flicked Xu Ming on the forehead, then casually sat on the edge of Xu Ming’s bed—while picking at his foot.

Xu Ming: “....”

“Fresh out of Sanshi Peak, I’m in a good mood. Originally, I was going to give you a sword manual as a reward for getting us out, but that Grass Script Sword Technique Wang Xuan gave you is already pretty solid. Learning too much at once will only make things messy, so forget it.”

Xu Cang continued chatting while still picking at his foot.

Xu Ming turned his head away. “Senior, if you have something to say, just say it properly. Can we not do that while talking?”

“You little brat...” Xu Cang finally put his foot down. “Fine, fine. Seeing that you’re doing alright, I just came to say goodbye. I’m heading out soon.”

“Senior, are you going after your old enemies?” Xu Ming asked.

“More or less. But calling it revenge would be too narrow-minded. My feud with those old bastards is a clash of Daos.”

Xu Cang stroked his beard—with the same hand he had just used to pick his foot.

“Besides, it’s been over three thousand years. Back then, those old geezers ganged up on me because they were nearing the end of their lifespans and wanted to take a gamble. Now, after three millennia, I bet plenty of them are already six feet under, maybe not even a corpse left to find.

But just because they’re gone doesn’t mean everything is settled. There are still things I have to take care of.”

Xu Ming remained silent.

Whatever Xu Cang had to do was his own business. Xu Ming wasn’t about to pry.

“By the way, kid, let me ask you something.” Xu Cang suddenly leaned in sneakily. “What do you think of that little girl Wang Xuan?”

Xu Ming thought for a moment. “Senior Wang Xuan is highly skilled and has a good character—there’s nothing to criticize.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Xu Cang smacked Xu Ming on the head again. “I mean, what do you think of her? Do you think she’s beautiful? Nice figure?”

Xu Ming’s brow twitched. He shot Xu Cang a look that practically screamed, How old are you, and you’re still thinking like this?

“Don’t give me that look. I’m not that kind of person,” Xu Cang scoffed. “It’s just that Wang Xuan seems to treat you differently. When you were unconscious, she kept checking in on you. So, I figured, why not match you two up?”

“Senior Wang Xuan checked on me because I blocked an attack for her. She simply feels indebted to me, that’s all. Besides, aren’t you a sword cultivator? Since when did you start playing matchmaker?” Xu Ming questioned.

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“Alas,” Xu Cang sighed. “I owe her aunt a great deal. And Wang Xuan... she was raised by her aunt. Before she passed, her greatest wish was for Wang Xuan to find a good partner.

I think you’re a decent kid, so I came to ask. If you’re interested, I can help set things up.”

“Yeah, let’s not.” Xu Ming rejected the idea outright.

What a joke. If I end up marrying Qing Wan’s master.

Then what about Qing Wan? Am I supposed to marry both master and disciple?

“You brat... You just don’t appreciate a big sister’s charm,” Xu Cang sighed. “Forget it, forget it. That girl Wang Xuan isn’t even thinking that way right now. If I keep pushing, she might just come after me with a sword.”

Xu Cang stood up, dusted off his clothes, and said, “I’m off, kid. Until we meet again.”

With that, he left without hesitation.

And in the days that followed, Xu Ming indeed never saw Xu Cang again.

Every day, Bu Si Liao would personally brew medicine and bring it over for Xu Ming to drink, followed by acupuncture treatments.

As expected of a divine physician, Xu Ming could visibly feel his body recovering at an incredible pace.

After seven days of treatment, he was finally able to get out of bed.

During this time, Zhou Wanfeng also visited him frequently.

After her “release,” Zhou Wanfeng had thoroughly cleaned herself up, changed into elegant clothes, and tidied her hair.

When she first appeared before Xu Ming, he had to admit—he was taken aback for a moment.

Unlike Qing Wan and Yan Han, Zhou Wanfeng had a mature, womanly charm that was, in some ways, even more dangerously alluring.

Though Xu Cang, Zhou Wanfeng, and the others had lost a considerable amount of blood essence and Dao fortune, fortunately, their foundations remained intact.

At best, it would take a year; at worst, ten years—but they would recover.

In fact, after spending so long in “dragon field enlightenment,” their time in captivity had given them new perspectives on life and the Dao.

Ironically, their imprisonment might even lead to a breakthrough in their cultivation.

Blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand—that’s just the way of things.

During this time, Qin Feng, “Thief” Tang Long, and the others gradually bid farewell to Xu Ming.

Each had their own karmic ties to resolve.

Yet, Zhou Wanfeng remained.

Not only did she stay, but she took on the role of a personal attendant, serving Xu Ming’s every need.

Every day, she fed him his medicine.

And sometimes—no, often—she would lean in close, her low-cut dress revealing an expanse of creamy white.

Other times, she would turn her back to him, bending over ever so slightly.

Her form-fitting dress perfectly accentuated her curves, and she would even sway a little, as if on purpose.

There was no doubt about it—Zhou Wanfeng was definitely seducing him.

But honestly, Xu Ming had no intention of boarding that bus.

“All the other seniors have left. Aren’t you planning to go as well?”

By now, every last cultivator who had escaped Sanshi Peak had gone their own way—except for Zhou Wanfeng.

“Some of them went to settle old grudges, some returned to their sects, and some set out to rebuild. But me? I’ve got no debts to settle and nowhere in particular to go.”

She stepped up to Xu Ming’s bed, placing both hands on her knees as she bent forward.

The sight before him was a lot.

“So,” she said, a teasing smile on her lips, “since I don’t know where to go... how about I just go with you?”