Even if he wasn’t a maiden and didn’t require cherishing tender jade, could he at least have been a little gentler? If Yu Qinghan kept going like this, he was bound to be utterly solitary and companionless for life!
The cold water pool was truly freezing. Wen Xu shivered uncontrollably, his palm-sized face deathly pale, while the thin red gauze clung tightly to his body, outlining his exquisite physical curves and leaving his white, delicate skin faintly visible.
He looked thoroughly and pathetically endearing.
Yuan Xiuzhu hurriedly stepped forward to fish Wen Xu out of the water, then stripped off his own outer robe to drape it over him.
“Master, why did you throw Ah Xu into the water pool? The water is ice-cold, and Ah Xu is already frail by nature, plus he was under the influence of A Night of Spring Wind…”
“Are you blaming this seat?” Yu Qinghan interrupted him coldly, his dark pupils flickering with a faint reddish glow and an oppressive chill.
Yuan Xiuzhu tightened his grip slightly around the arms supporting Wen Xu, lowering his gaze as he said, “This disciple wouldn’t dare.”
“N-No, I don’t blame Master.” Wen Xu felt both freezing and burning by turns, his body trembling slightly as he chattered his teeth to defend Yu Qinghan: “It’s a blessing that Master threw me into the cold water pool. I feel like my body is doing so much better now… Achoo!”
No matter how cold or agonizing it was, he couldn’t blame Yu Qinghan. For the sake of the mission, he had to praise him for all he was worth!
However, his favorability points remained completely unchanged.
Yu Qinghan cast a glance at Wen Xu’s shivering, pitiful state, his brows knitting together slightly before he turned his gaze toward Min Zhou, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
“The people of the Xuanshuang Sect truly have the audacity of beasts to dare provoke someone belonging to this seat. Min Zhou, contact the left and right protectors and have them properly ‘repay’ the Xuanshuang Sect!”
The Xuanshuang Sect and the Wuji Sect, where Yu Qinghan resided, were two notorious demonic sects, but they shared a deep-seated enmity and had harbored grievances for a long time.
With a cold face, Min Zhou accepted the command: “Understood! This disciple will go notify them right away!”
Afterward, Yu Qinghan brought Yuan Xiuzhu and the others back to the Wuji Sect.
Having suffered through both A Night of Spring Wind and a soaking in the cold water pool, Wen Xu had alternated between burning hot and freezing cold. He remained semi-conscious the entire journey until he eventually passed out without realizing it.
He then spiked a high fever and didn’t wake up again until three days later.
Bright, intense sunlight streamed through the lattice window, casting a patch of blurred shadows across the floor.
“Mmph…”
With a throbbing headache, Wen Xu propped himself up to sit on the bed. Staring in a daze at the antique-style room for a moment, he finally remembered that he had transmigrated.
Actually, it was pretty decent. In the past, he had worked from dawn till dusk, clocking in for endless overtime and running himself ragged like a dog—no, dogs had it better than him!
Now that he had transmigrated here, even though the original owner was a frail good-for-nothing with virtually no cultivation base, he was still Yu Qinghan’s youngest disciple and even had his own independent courtyard to live in. No matter how you looked at it, it beat being a corporate slave.
The only downside was that the original owner possessed a little hole that ordinary men didn’t have! From now on, he would never be able to look at his own body the same way again!
Wen Xu glanced down at the white undergarment he was wearing, wondering who had changed his clothes for him.
The previous red gauze had been so sheer it couldn’t hide anything at all surely his bodily secrets hadn’t been discovered, right?
Because of his unique physical condition, the original owner had lived his entire life walking on thin air, exceptionally humble and timid. While Wen Xu thoroughly disliked that kind of personality, secrets like this truly weren’t suitable for exposure.
He remembered reading an immortal-cultivation novel in the past where a supporting character was an intersex shuang’er just like the original owner. Later on, when the secret was exposed, he was branded as the ultimate cultivation vessel.
A cultivation vessel referred to someone whose bodily traits could be utilized for dual cultivation and extracting vital essence to rapidly boost one’s cultivation realm—the same principle as absorbing yin to supplement yang.
Because that supporting character lacked protagonist plot armor, he ultimately ended up reduced to a plaything, meeting an utterly miserable end just like the original owner’s predetermined fate.
Wen Xu had zero desire to become a cultivation vessel fought over by everyone.
With a soft creak, the door suddenly swung open. Wen Xu lifted his gaze to see Yuan Xiuzhu walking in carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.
He remembered now: throughout the entire Wuji Sect, there were only two people who knew the secret of the original owner’s body.
One was Murong Wenyu, a close friend of Yu Qinghan with exceptional medical skills, who had discovered it while examining the original owner, and the other was Yuan Xiuzhu, who had accidentally stumbled upon it—of course, that accidental discovery had happened back when the original owner was a child.
Seeing Wen Xu sitting up in bed, Yuan Xiuzhu’s expression instantly lit up with surprise as he hurried to the bedside.
“Ah Xu, you’re finally awake! How are you feeling? Is there anywhere that still feels uncomfortable?”
“Cough, cough.” With a pale face and a weak, powerless smile, Wen Xu said, “I’ve worried you, Senior Brother. I’m feeling a lot better now.”
Yuan Xiuzhu let out a breath of relief. “That’s good. Come, drink this medicine quickly.”
Looking at that bowl of pitch-black, murky medicinal soup, Wen Xu found the pungent smell choking and furrowed his delicate brows deeply. “Senior Brother, do I really have to drink this? It looks so bitter.”
With a gentle expression, Yuan Xiuzhu refused: “Yes, you do. Drinking your medicine on time is the only way to recover your health faster unless you want Senior Brother to pry your jaw open and force it down your throat.”
Wen Xu immediately lifted the bowl with both hands and obediently drank the medicine.
He almost forgot that Yuan Xiuzhu was Yu Qinghan’s disciple; he was known as the White-Faced Asura, and his gentleness was only skin-deep.
After Wen Xu finished drinking the medicine, his little face was scrunched up into a tight ball, and he felt like a walking bitter gourd.
Yuan Xiuzhu took back the empty bowl and muttered with a puzzled murmur, “I never noticed you were so afraid of bitterness before…”
Wen Xu lowered his eyelids, offering a dry internal chuckle twice before lifting his gaze to ask: “Right, Senior Brother, you changed my clothes for me, didn’t you?”
Yuan Xiuzhu shook his head slightly. “Rest assured, when Master Murong examined your body, I was the only one present.”
Wen Xu let out a breath of relief. As long as it hadn’t been exposed, that was fine.
“Speaking of which, it’s also the Master’s fault. He clearly could have used other methods, but he insisted on tossing you into the cold water pool…”
[Warning! Yu Qinghan has appeared!] The system’s voice suddenly rang out.
Yu Qinghan?
Wen Xu’s pupils constricted, and he immediately cut off Yuan Xiuzhu’s words. “Senior Brother! I already said that day we can’t blame Master! You have no idea how miserable I felt at the time; Master chose the fastest method. Honestly speaking, I should even thank Master! Master is the best and gentlest person in the world, he’s not as cold and unfeeling as you make him out to be!”
Yuan Xiuzhu looked utterly bewildered: “When did I ever say Master was cold and unfeeling? Weren’t you always terrified of Master before? Why do you suddenly think he’s gentle?”
Could the Junior Brother’s brain have been baked stupid by his fever these past few days?
Rolling his eyes with a mental pivot, Wen Xu adopted an earnest tone and spoke in a soft voice: “Actually, I wasn’t afraid of Master before; it was just because I idolized and admired him too much that I didn’t dare speak much to him. Every time I saw Master’s face, I would blush, because Master is the best-looking person I’ve ever seen!”
Hearing this from outside the door, Yu Qinghan raised an eyebrow, a hint of playful amusement dancing in his eyes.
Turns out his little disciple didn’t dare talk to him not out of fear, but because he was shy…
Interesting.
Simultaneously, a voice rang out beside Wen Xu’s ear: [Ding, favorability +5…]
Before Wen Xu even had time to rejoice, he heard the second half of the sentence:
[Life value +0.5.]
The excitement in Wen Xu’s heart was instantly doused with cold water: [Thank you, kindly retract that last sentence.]
A pathetic 0.5 life points the system really is a stingy miser! At this rate, who knows how many monkey years and horse months it’ll take to farm 100 points!