Wen Blind Man! What exactly are you scheming!!!
Chu Weiliang had never truly seen a man before. In such a situation, being merely a wisp of a remnant soul, where could she find such great composure? She instantly lost control of herself.
With a yelp, she emerged from the water.
Splash—
Suddenly, there was an extra person in the bathtub out of nowhere.
Water immediately sloshed and spilled all over the floor.
Chu Weiliang stood up to run but was met with Wen Shubai lunging toward her. His large hand covered her mouth while simultaneously obscuring her entire face.
His movements were extremely swift as he pressed forward, forcing her back into the water and pinning her against the edge of the bathtub, denying her any chance to move or make a sound.
However, the commotion was still too loud.
Outside, someone shouted, “A woman is attacking, protect the Grandmaster!!!”
Qin Buji and a group of Brahma Heaven Palace disciples were bathing in the bathhouse. Hearing a woman’s scream, the men hastily wrapped cloth around their waists, grabbed their swords, and burst through the door in a chaotic rush.
Wen Shubai barked sternly, “All of you, get out and put on your clothes!”
With that, he swung his hand back, fingertips flicking a string of water droplets.
Boom—!
In an instant, Qin Buji and the entire group of disciples were swept out in a chaotic heap.
Bang!
The door closed again.
Only then did Chu Weiliang remember that she was in the same bathtub as this Wen Blind Man, now completely drenched. She swiftly crossed her arms to cover herself.
Wen Shubai let out a soft, gentle chuckle through his nose. “Don’t worry, I can’t see.”
As he spoke, the pressure on Chu Weiliang’s face lightened. When she looked up again, he had already stepped out of the water and was standing three feet away from the bathtub.
In a turn, a snow-white robe covered his powerful and upright frame, creating an illusion of using a refined exterior to suppress a morbid restlessness.
His long hair was already completely dry, falling over his shoulders like satin, the silk gauze still tightly bound over his eyes.
When he turned around again, the earlier chaos and disarray seemed as if nothing had happened at all.
Outside, Qin Buji, covered in dust from his tumble, climbed up from the ground and couldn’t help but sigh:
“What kind of woman is so shameless, not even sparing the bath time? Thankfully, the Grandmaster’s power is boundless.”
Inside the bathtub, Chu Weiliang didn’t dare make any rash moves.
Now, what to do?
He’s blind, right? He probably can’t see, right?
Timidly, she felt along the edge of the bathtub, carefully climbing out while trying not to make much noise from the water.
As she climbed, she pondered how to avoid being exterminated as a wandering ghost.
Halfway out, Wen Shubai’s deep voice came from behind: “Stand still, don’t move.”
Chu Weiliang, soaked from head to toe with her hair and sleeves still dripping, had no choice but to stand obediently with one leg in the water and the other outside the bathtub.
Being not tall enough, she had to stand on tiptoe with her outside foot to avoid an uncomfortable straddle.
Footsteps approached from behind.
He stood half a step away behind her and gently bit his lower lip.
“Grown some skills, have you? Become a spirit?”
Chu Weiliang, drenched and in an awkward position, could only play pitiful: “Ancestor~~”
In her memory, the puppet had always addressed Wen Shubai this way.
Chu Weiliang’s voice was clear, soft, and rich, with just the right touch of a childlike tone.
In her past life, she had used this gentlest voice to say the fiercest words, often scolding men until their hearts itched and they grew restless—only to be beaten to a pulp afterward.
However, she didn’t know that the original wooden puppet didn’t have her voice, nor that deliberately curved and exaggerated trailing tone.
For a moment, Wen Shubai was completely thrown off.
He didn’t know whether to beat her up, or beat her up, or beat her up!
Chu Weiliang couldn’t tell if she had bet on the right treasure or stepped on a landmine, so she cautiously turned her head to observe.
“I didn’t tell you to move. Turn back around.”
Wen Shubai didn’t want to see her deadpan expression.
He would never fall for her tricks again.
Chu Weiliang had no choice but to turn back around, straddling the bathtub with her back to him, rolling her eyes at the sky.
Wen Shubai gritted his teeth, placed his hands behind his back, slightly raised his chin, and tightened the corners of his mouth:
“The rules of Brahma Heaven Palace: flowers, plants, trees, birds, and beasts are all forbidden from becoming spirits. What are you? Why have you possessed this Sword Sovereign’s peachwood puppet?”
Chu Weiliang’s bright eyes shifted. “Sword Sovereign, please understand, I’m not actually some kind of demon. I’m just a passing lonely ghost, borrowing your little puppet for a while. Once I find my body, I’ll return the little puppet to you, alright?”
From the first time she noticed that the little puppet had been polished to a glossy shine by Wen Shubai, she knew this body was very important to him and he definitely wouldn’t harm it easily.
Behind her, Wen Shubai raised his hand, poised to strike. “Since you’re a lonely ghost, I’ll just exterminate you cleanly!”
“Ancestor, don’t exterminate me!”
Chu Weiliang instantly covered her head, deliberately shouting loudly: “I absolutely won’t tell anyone that Sword Sovereign, in the middle of the night, bathes with a wooden puppet carved into a human form in a mandarin duck… mmm…”
Her mouth was immediately covered again by a large hand, obscuring half her face.
Behind her ear came Wen Shubai’s low, threatening voice: “If you dare spout nonsense again, this Sovereign will…”
Chu Weiliang’s large eyes blinked rapidly, her eyelashes brushing against his fingers, fuzzy and a bit ticklish.
He couldn’t finish his sentence.
A thousand years… this damn woman was still the same as ever.
Shameless and hateful, full of wicked schemes, never behaving!
In his palm, her lips were warm and soft.
Making it hard to continue threatening…
“A lonely ghost, daring to threaten this Sovereign! Aren’t you afraid that with a single thought from me, you’ll vanish into thin air?”
The pressure on Chu Weiliang’s mouth eased slightly, and she mumbled:
“Ancestor, it doesn’t matter if you exterminate me. After all, everyone already knows you’ve polished the little puppet until it’s shiny and smooth! If I suddenly disappear, who knows what inappropriate stories people might imagine. The storytellers at Spring Breeze Teahouse could probably talk about it for three days and three nights straight…”
Wen Shubai: …
“Shut up!”
Chu Weiliang didn’t shut up.
“However, if you treat me just a little bit better, I can continue helping you take care of the child, lull them to sleep, sing a little tune or something. I promise to keep your private affairs completely secret, and I won’t even mind if you have other little puppets outside. What do you think?”
This condition wasn’t bad. Behind her ear, the corner of Wen Shubai’s mouth lifted. “A mere remnant soul, yet full of tricks.”
His breath was somewhat scorching, falling behind her ear, both ticklish and dangerous, as if she might be bitten at any moment.
Chu Weiliang tilted her head slightly, discreetly avoiding him. “Heh, just trying to survive.”
“What’s your name?”
“Chu Weiliang.”
“How should this Sovereign… treat this piece of wood well?”
His words trailed off softly as he leaned forward, bracing his hands on the edge of the bathtub behind her waist. His long hair slipped from his shoulders as he studied her profile, and from behind, it looked as though he were embracing her.
This question was a bit challenging.
Chu Weiliang had always lacked empathy compared to ordinary people. Since severing her Evil Root, she had become even more emotionless and indifferent, unable to understand the joys of ordinary life and never knowing how to please others.
She thought to herself, since Wen Shubai had already cultivated to the Supreme Emotionless State, it should be difficult for anything to tempt him. Perhaps she could offer her loyalty instead.
Killing and arson—she could manage that.