Marry the Demon Sect Girl with No Bride Price-Chapter 143: Men Only Slow Down My Sword-Drawing Speed

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: Men Only Slow Down My Sword-Drawing Speed

In the past few days, whenever Qin Gengyun returned from practicing with his master, Qiu Zhihe would apply medicine for him, so the kitchen always had medicinal herbs prepared for external injuries.

Qin Gengyun was an alchemist, brewing herbs was not difficult for him, and he quickly prepared a bowl of medicinal liquid using the herbs prepared by his wife.

Qiu Zhihe’s injury was on her left shoulder, and to apply the medicine, she naturally had to remove her outer garment.

He asked his wife to undress with an air of righteousness, without the slightest hint of wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to admire her fair skin in the daylight.

Qin Gengyun placed the bowl of medicinal liquid on the bedside with utmost seriousness, and seeing Qiu Zhihe still lying motionless, he asked in confusion:

"Lady, why aren’t you undressing?"

A blush rose on Qiu Zhihe’s round little face. She turned her head to the side and whispered:

"It’s daytime."

Qin Gengyun laughed and said, "I’m your husband, it’s not like I haven’t seen it before."

Qiu Zhihe suddenly turned her head, looking at him coldly.

Qin Gengyun touched his nose, knowing that Qiu Zhihe was shy. Asking her to undress in broad daylight, even in front of him, was probably not easy for her to accept.

This also showed that his wife had not fully fallen for him yet.

The blossoming of emotions had just begun, with a long road ahead, and he needed to continue working hard to make her completely let down her guard and be free of barriers with him.

Qin Gengyun sat by the bed, speaking gently:

"Lady, it was my fault earlier. Feeling disheartened by a small setback, I even asked you to lower your cultivation to deliberately lose to me to maintain my self-esteem. I’m still too weak."

"No..."

As Qiu Zhihe was about to speak, Qin Gengyun held her small hand and continued:

"Lady, I was born at the bottom and have never seen the view from the top, so every step upward is difficult. My talent and vision are far from enough, but now that I have you, I cannot easily give up. I will definitely keep climbing until I reach a height where I can protect you."

"But right now, I can do so little for you..."

"Say no more." Qiu Zhihe spoke, slowly raising her hand to unfasten the buttons on her floral dress one by one.

Soon, patches of snow-white skin were revealed before Qin Gengyun’s eyes.

Qiu Zhihe’s face flushed with redness as she pulled aside the clothing covering her left shoulder, revealing a swollen area on her alabaster, slender fragrant shoulder.

It was the first time Qin Gengyun had seen his wife’s skin so clearly, and his breath caught slightly. Seeing Qiu Zhihe’s chest heaving, he spoke softly:

"Lady, relax a bit, it will be done soon."

"Mmm." Qiu Zhihe closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

With medicine smeared on his hands, Qin Gengyun gently applied it to Qiu Zhihe’s shoulder.

Qiu Zhihe’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, and he quickly asked, "Does it hurt you?"

Qiu Zhihe kept her eyes closed, shaking her head.

At this moment, her heart was beating fiercely, and she dared not open her eyes to look at Qin Gengyun’s face.

Oh my, is this woman truly the Saintess?

Liu Su peered in from the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise.

She couldn’t reconcile the shy and soft Qiu Zhihe lying in bed with the impression of the cold and formidable Saintess.

Men indeed affect one’s sword-drawing speed!

I will never seek a man!

The injury on Qiu Zhihe’s shoulder was not large, and Qin Gengyun soon finished applying the medicine, softly asking:

"Lady, does it feel better?"

"You... go out quickly."

Qiu Zhihe kept her eyes tightly closed, her voice flustered.

Qin Gengyun chuckled, "I’ll leave then, you get some rest first."

He said and then stepped out of the bedroom, noticing Liu Su scurry back to the neighboring Alchemy Room, he didn’t mind and went into the kitchen.

Liu Su immediately popped out from the Alchemy Room and ran into the bedroom. Seeing Qiu Zhihe dressing, she giggled and stepped forward:

"Miss, your face is so red, are you sick?"

Qiu Zhihe coldly eyed her, Liu Su snickered, whispering:

"Miss, you’re both the lady and the master, right?"

Qiu Zhihe paused, her gaze turning colder, "What are you talking about?"

Liu Su grinned like a little fox:

"Pretending! That guy practices the Dragon Scale Technique, who else but you could teach him?"

Qiu Zhihe lowered her eyelids, remaining silent.

"That scoundrel Qin Gengyun, daring to disrespect the master every night, how truly rebellious! Saintess, let me go teach this rebel a lesson!"

Liu Su spoke as she made to leave, only to be pulled back by Qiu Zhihe.

"Do not go!"

Liu Su turned back, a mischievous smile on her face:

"Miss, are you anxious again? Are you worried I’ll hurt your husband, or afraid he’ll find out that the master is actually the lady?"

"Ah!! Miss, why are you resorting to violence? Lord, save me, Miss is going to... ah!!"

...

Several days later.

Qin Gengyun reached the peak of the third layer in his Dragon Scale Technique, finally seeing some progress.

But had not made any progress in resisting the Charm Technique.

Every night after sparring with his master, as soon as his master undressed, he would immediately become disoriented.

This morning at 5 a.m., Qin Gengyun returned home, sitting by the bed without lying down, looking somewhat worried.

Qiu Zhihe turned over, sitting up with the quilt in her arms, quietly watching him.

"Did I wake you, Lady?" Qin Gengyun apologized.

Qiu Zhihe shook her head, raising her head and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice cool:

"Not getting along with your master?"

The words carried some resentment; she knew it well that Qin Gengyun’s practice with his master was not only going smoothly, but becoming increasingly seamless.

The master and disciple were growing more in tune, with every move, every signal exchanged, and physical contact, it was like they were dancing.

What more do you want?

Hmph.

But Qin Gengyun said, "Lady, I still can’t resist the master’s Charm Technique. I’m worried that if I encounter a real expert in Charm Techniques in the future, I won’t even know how I died."

Qiu Zhihe was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Does your master truly fascinate you so much?"

Qin Gengyun was taken aback, hurriedly explaining, "Lady, you misunderstand. I only have respect for the master, nothing else!"

Qiu Zhihe put on her coat, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Lady, where are you going?"

"Buying groceries!"

Qiu Zhihe replied indifferently, quickly leaving the house.

Today, Qin Gengyun returned a bit late, the sky was already getting light, and there were already some pedestrians on Narrow Rain Lane.

Qiu Zhihe, carrying a basket, walked to the alley entrance. As a door creaked open, Chen Fang came out, spotted Qiu Zhihe, and happily approached to link arms with her:

"Zhihe, you’re going grocery shopping too? Let’s go together."

Qiu Zhihe often ran into Chen Fang while grocery shopping in the morning, and they had become increasingly close. The open-hearted Chen Fang had already treated Qiu Zhihe as her closest friend.

She often shared amusing stories about herself and her husband with Qiu Zhihe and introduced several familiar female cultivators to Qiu Zhihe.

Qiu Zhihe gradually got used to being treated so intimately by Chen Fang and allowed her to take her arm as they walked to the market on Cyan Luo Lane together.

Along the way, they encountered several female cultivators familiar with Chen Fang, and they all journeyed together. These women were all married and spoke rather boldly, with one of them animatedly saying:

"I heard the Rouge Pavilion has a new batch of Shameful Clothes, the top is semi-sheer, the legs are covered with black sheer fabric, the style is quite novel. Taoist Friend Fang from Cyan Luo Lane bought a set, and her husband, who was infatuated with a courtesan, has never gone back to Yihong House!"

The other female cultivators’ eyes lit up at this.

"Really that magical? I’ll buy a set, my husband recently mentioned wanting to take a concubine. I must make him abandon that thought!"

"I’ll buy a set too. Lately, my hubby has been rather perfunctory; it seems he lacks excitement."

The married female cultivators giggled, talking more and more excitedly, while Qiu Zhihe grew increasingly silent.