After finishing the meal…
Ye Wudu suddenly asked, “Wife, can you teach me how to use a sword?”
Murong Wanyin showed a hint of surprise. “You want to learn the sword?”
Ye Wudu nodded and took out the Wenye Sword from his Storage Ring. “Since my wife uses the sword, I should use one too.”
The first weapon rewarded by the system was a sword, and with a Female Sword Immortal right beside him, not learning it would be a waste.
Murong Wanyin hesitated slightly. “Of course I’m willing to teach you, but… I’m afraid my level is average and I might not teach you well.”
She believed she only had the cultivation of the 3rd stage Qi Refining Realm, so her swordsmanship shouldn’t be particularly impressive.
Ye Wudu’s lips twitched faintly. “It’s fine. As long as it’s taught by you, I’m willing to learn. In my eyes, you’re the best swordsman.”
Murong Wanyin nodded. Though she felt pleased by his praise, her face remained composed and serious.
Under the osmanthus tree…
Ye Wudu stood in the courtyard, holding the Wenye Sword.
The blade was pitch black. The Obscure Moon Spirit Stone embedded at the guard glowed faintly, like a half-open eye peering at prey in the darkness.
Murong Wanyin sat on a stone bench in the pavilion, one hand supporting her chin, the other holding a cup of tea, quietly watching Ye Wudu.
When he was serious… he was actually quite handsome.
The Wenye Sword left its sheath.
There was no sound.
The friction between blade and scabbard was completely swallowed by the sword’s unique property. Not even the faintest metallic screech escaped.
Only a black afterimage shot out, so fast it seemed like a crack tearing through the air.
The blade cut through the air with a sharp, forceful momentum.
Ye Wudu’s sword had no structure at all, slashing and thrusting randomly as he pleased.
There was no helping it.
Although he now had cultivation, he had never learned sword techniques before. He could only rely on instinct.
After a while, Ye Wudu sheathed his sword and asked, “Wife, how was it?”
Murong Wanyin frowned slightly. “Your grip is wrong, your footwork is wrong, your angles and posture are wrong…”
She listed eight “wrongs” in one breath. In short… everything was wrong.
Ye Wudu had already expected this evaluation.
After all, he didn’t understand the sword. In the eyes of a Female Sword Immortal, his flaws would naturally be everywhere.
Murong Wanyin walked up to him and took the sword from his hand.
Even she didn’t notice that the moment she held the sword, her entire aura changed.
A sharp, aloof presence surged forth.
Ye Wudu stared at her blankly, feeling that the sword in her hand made her seem like a completely different person.
After she regained her memories… she would probably become someone else entirely.
If her favorability didn’t reach 80, she would likely cut him down without hesitation.
As she spoke, Murong Wanyin rotated the sword in her hand. “If the wrist is too stiff, the force becomes rigid. Without variation, it’s easy to expose flaws…”
She was extremely patient, teaching from the very basics of holding a sword.
Ye Wudu didn’t dare waste the chance to be personally taught by a Female Sword Immortal and listened attentively.
After listening, he immediately began practicing again.
Murong Wanyin occasionally guided him from the side.
Just like that, three hours passed. His movements gradually started to take shape.
Compared to his earlier chaotic slashing, he now looked like someone who had genuinely learned the sword.
This wasn’t due to Ye Wudu’s extraordinary talent… but because Murong Wanyin’s understanding of the sword was simply too profound.
Every word she spoke contained the essence of swordsmanship.
A single sentence from her might take another swordsman ten years to comprehend.
Moreover, she explained things simply and clearly, without obscure or incomprehensible theories.
Ye Wudu could understand, and he was willing to practice according to her guidance. Naturally, his progress was rapid.
By the time he sheathed his sword, it was already midnight. His arms ached intensely.
He had not only trained his right hand but also practiced with his left.
“You’ve improved a lot. I didn’t expect you to be this serious.”
Murong Wanyin stepped forward and wiped the sweat from his face.
She had been watching him the whole time. She had thought he would train for at most an hour… yet he kept going.
His changes were immense. Compared to the past nine years, he was like a completely different person.
Murong Wanyin truly liked the current him… she couldn’t find a single fault.
Ye Wudu pulled her into his arms and kissed her soft lips. “With such a beauty personally teaching me, how could I not take it seriously?”
Murong Wanyin nodded in satisfaction. His sweet words now came effortlessly, constantly stirring her heart.
Unlike before, when he suppressed and controlled her, he now chose only words that pleased her… and she found herself increasingly willing to talk to him.
Murong Wanyin gazed at his handsome face up close. “Go bathe first. You’re soaked.”
“Alright.”
Ye Wudu’s body was drenched as if he had been caught in the rain. He also wanted to wash up quickly.
Murong Wanyin went to clean up the dishes before returning to the room to wait for him.
Before long, Ye Wudu returned to the main room.
Murong Wanyin had just placed a wooden basin by the bed. Hot water poured from the kettle, steam rising and softly blurring half her face.
Ye Wudu said seriously, “Such a small matter… how could I trouble my wife? I’ll do it.”
Before Murong Wanyin could react, Ye Wudu had already grabbed one of her ankles and removed her shoe.
Before he could take off her white silk stocking, Murong Wanyin refused, “No need. I can do it myself…”
She reached out to push his shoulder, but his other hand gently brushed hers aside.
“Sit still.”
His tone was calm, yet his attitude was firm.
Seeing his insistence, Murong Wanyin could only let him continue.
His fingers hooked lightly at the edge of her stocking, slowly rolling it down. The white silk slid from her ankle to her foot, revealing what lay beneath. Visit novelping dot com for the full chapter.
It was an extremely beautiful pair of feet.
Not too large, not too small, perfectly proportioned.
The instep was pale like jade, faint veins visible beneath the skin, like delicate cracks in fine porcelain. Instead of detracting, it added a fragile beauty.
Her toes were slender and neatly aligned, like keys carved from white jade. Her nails were smooth and clean, carrying a natural pink sheen.
Ye Wudu admired them carefully, even leaning in to smell them. There was no odor at all… in fact, there was a faint fragrance.
He looked up curiously. “Why do your feet smell good even before washing?”
Murong Wanyin lowered her head, her face gradually warming.
She subconsciously tried to withdraw her foot, her toes curling slightly. “I don’t know… I’ve never smelled them.”
Naturally, she would never go around smelling her own feet, so she couldn’t tell whether he was telling the truth.
Ye Wudu removed the other shoe and stocking as well.
His fingers gently held her foot, his thumb sliding slowly from heel to toes, neither too light nor too heavy, as if measuring every inch of her skin.
Her skin was smooth like silk, tinged faintly with pink. The touch was exquisite.
With one hand supporting her foot, Ye Wudu scooped warm water from the basin and gently poured it over her instep.
The temperature was perfect… neither too hot nor too cold.
The water flowed along her foot, slipping between her toes, dripping back into the basin.
It was Murong Wanyin’s first time having someone touch her feet. She felt deeply embarrassed inside, though outwardly she remained composed.
After washing, she quickly pulled her feet back and hid them under the blanket.
[Ding! Murong Wanyin’s favorability has increased by 1 point. Current favorability: 34.]
She pointed at Ye Wudu’s awkward state. “You… what’s going on with you?”
Ye Wudu shrugged. “Blame your beautiful feet. Do you want to help me tonight? It doesn’t necessarily have to be with your hands.”
Murong Wanyin naturally understood what he meant. It was obvious he liked her feet.
“Mm.”
She actually didn’t refuse, which surprised Ye Wudu.
Murong Wanyin felt that if she didn’t help, someone else eventually would… so she was willing to do it herself.
Ye Wudu lay back casually on the bed. “Then I’ll leave the rest to you, wife.”
“I don’t have experience. If… it’s uncomfortable… please bear with it.”
Murong Wanyin worried she might not do well, so she lowered his expectations in advance.
At the same time, her heartbeat quickened slightly… after all, she had never seen or touched such things before.
“Wife, just be bold. I trust you.”
Ye Wudu wasn’t worried at all. Could it really be harder than learning the sword?
Murong Wanyin slowly reached out and began unfastening his clothes.
Soon, Ye Wudu closed his eyes, quietly enjoying the service of the Female Sword Immortal…