Inside the fortune-telling shop, Jiang Suan looked up gloomily, contemplating how to handle the day’s events.
To his surprise, when he raised his head, he saw the giant violet hand restraining Yi Xuan in a rather formidable posture.
Both her hands were bound and held high above her head.
It put her smooth underarms on full display.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the woman’s face flushed a deep crimson.
Even the snowy white skin above her chest was stained with a rosy hue.
She glared fixedly at the man before her and spoke with great difficulty.
“…Senior, a warrior can be killed, but not shamed!”
“Pfft… *cough, cough*.”
Jiang Suan couldn’t hold it back; another mouthful of tea sprayed out.
However, the droplets stopped right in front of Yi Xuan’s face, controlled with exquisite precision.
Steam rose before the woman’s eyes.
She trembled again…
The tea hadn’t hit her face, but the fragrance was unmistakable.
It was already too late to hold her breath.
Within those few seconds, Yi Xuan underwent a violent psychological struggle.
If Jiang Suan could control this giant hand, why did he intentionally act shocked and put on such a hypocritical performance?
Could it be that he wasn’t the one controlling this divine ability?
He truly had a twisted sense of humor.
But the winner takes all, and the loser has no right to argue.
Although she didn’t understand what had happened, she quickly adjusted her mindset.
Trembling all over, she closed her eyes in shame.
“Do with me as you wish.
Kill me or cut me down, it’s up to you.”
“…”
Jiang Suan hurriedly took another sip of tea to steady his nerves.
He had simply thought of the giant hand of the Black Swan from his past life on a whim; how did it manage to replicate it so perfectly, or even surpass it?
[Absolute Control: Controlled by the host’s subconscious.
The host may practice within the space to become more proficient.]
So that was it.
The problem was, how should he handle this “Defeat CG” version of Master Yi Xuan standing before him?
[In for a penny, in for a pound!]
The system had become much more talkative after the upgrade.
But “forced melons aren’t sweet”—this wasn’t right.
[The juice is only plenty when the melon is forced!]
*Pfft, cough, cough…*
Tea sprayed out yet again.
Sometimes he really didn’t want to understand these puns instantly.
Jiang Suan slammed his cup down, stood up, wiped his mouth, and walked over to Yi Xuan.
Since he was already playing the part of a divine charlatan, he might as well take it to the limit.
In this world, one’s identity was whatever one claimed it to be.
He would simply act as an old senior from Yun Kui Mountain.
That way, when the time came to sneak into the mountain to redeem the adorable Xiao Guang, he would have a perfectly legitimate reason.
Jiang Suan couldn’t help but feel emotional; he was truly playing ten moves ahead.
He was a genius.
With all this commotion, he wasn’t sleepy anymore.
After he sent Yi Xuan away, he would flip through Xiao Guang’s diary and have a serious “online romance” with Yi Xuan’s disciple.
After all, the master had come knocking on his door.
Wasn’t it only right to make the disciple apologize in her stead?
Isn’t it a bit late?
I didn’t hear you clearly just now.
What did you say would happen if you lost?”
“I… Senior, please stop teasing me.”
The tips of Yi Xuan’s ears were burning.
She wasn’t quite as panicked now, but after losing her usual sense of control, she felt somewhat out of place.
Since this senior was stronger than her…
If he wanted to do anything, he would have done it at Sui-Bian Temple long ago.
Since he hadn’t made a move when she first arrived, there was no reason for him to do so here.
No, wait, there was—she seemed to have offended him.
But who could have imagined that this young-looking, cynical fellow would be a hidden powerhouse, an old senior?
“I apologize.
Yi Xuan was the one who offended you, Senior.”
“And?
Where is the sincerity in your apology?”
“…”
“…”
the two of them stared at each other.
Jiang Suan sat on the wooden table in front of Yi Xuan with his legs crossed, while Yi Xuan remained firmly bound.
Sincerity… what kind of sincerity?
He had her tied up like this.
Yi Xuan’s palms tightened slightly, her heart filled with trepidation.
“Senior, you must be joking, right?”
“You’ve brought the fight to my front door, so weren’t you the one joking first?
I’m just a lonely old fortuneteller.
I come back to my own home for a look and I’m almost kicked out.”
“If I went tomorrow, would I have to pay for a ticket?”
“Hmm!?
Speak, Yi Xuan.”
“This… You are actually a senior of my Yun Kui Mountain?!”
Yi Xuan forgot her shyness, her pupils shrinking.
She looked up at the man in disbelief.
If this person was from Yun Kui Mountain, which generation of ancestor would he have to be?
But he looked so young…
Could it be that the original Yun Kui Mountain truly possessed the path to immortality?
“You’re still dazed?
Why haven’t you called me Grandmaster yet?
Are you waiting for your Grandmaster to apologize to you?
Little Yi Xuan, you white-haired brat—”
“…”
Jiang Suan smiled broadly, finally revealing his true colors.
Fooling Master Yi Xuan like this was simply too satisfying.
Seeing her look so stunned, she probably couldn’t even process what was happening.
He quietly withdrew the giant hands encircling Yi Xuan.
Otherwise, the scene would truly be a bit too erotic and stimulating; if he saw too much, he wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.
“Grand… Grandmaster?”
“Aye, there’s a good granddisciple.
Say it again!”
Jiang Suan fought back his laughter, his cheeks aching from the effort.
Fortunately, he had absolute control over everything in this fortune-telling shop, so he managed to keep a straight face.
He never expected that one day he’d be able to fool Master Yi Xuan like a complete idiot.
She was almost on par with that “NPC” fox.
But Yi Xuan was truly being wronged.
Even if he wasn’t her Grandmaster, if he wanted to hear her call him that, would she dare refuse?
Just moments ago, her entire body had been held firmly by those eerie giant hands.
Regardless of right or wrong…
Might was right.
She forced the words out of her mouth through her teeth.
“Grandmaster… Yi Xuan, the thirteenth-generation leader of Yun Kui Mountain, greets the Grandmaster.”
*Master, your disciple has failed you…*
If this person wasn’t actually a member of Yun Kui Mountain…
Then this would be a truly humiliating disgrace.
The ancestors of Yun Kui Mountain would probably jump out of their graves in rage.
“Good girl.”
“Grandmaster can’t let you call me that for nothing.
Has your body been feeling a bit blocked lately?
Grandmaster will help you regulate it.
Lie down.”
“???”
Yi Xuan had barely escaped her restraints before she was led into the inner room by Jiang Suan.
Her shapely, plump thighs couldn’t stop trembling.
She dug her heels in, unwilling to cooperate any further.
“Grandmaster, you… what are you planning to do?”
“Does that even need asking?”
“Just lie down and leave everything to me…”
“Um, Grandmaster, isn’t this a bit too fast?
Yi Xuan doesn’t want to… even if you are the Grandmaster, please forgive Yi Xuan for refusing, even on pain of death!”
Yi Xuan’s mind was a mess again.
She couldn’t help but let her thoughts run wild.
This guy claiming to be the Grandmaster had first fooled around with Red Bean at the Drinking Tea Immortal, and then used strange giant hands to bind her after arriving here.
No matter how she looked at it, he didn’t seem proper at all!
Jiang Suan, however, was enjoying the game.
A misunderstanding?
A misunderstanding was perfect!
He specifically wanted to toy with Master Yi Xuan’s psyche.
He wanted to leave a deep impression on her so she wouldn’t dare disobey him in the future.
If it weren’t for the fact that his martial prowess was currently superior, the one kneeling on the ground just now would have been him.
While he wasn’t a bad person…
He wasn’t exactly a saint either!
He placed a hand gently on Yi Xuan’s shoulder and blew a puff of warm air into her ear.
“Oh?
Refusing on pain of death?
My dear granddisciple, think of your own disciples.
You wouldn’t want them to see their Master get hurt, would you?”
“Be good.
Lie down and take off your coat…”
That slightly threatening tone caused Yi Xuan’s body to tense up instantly.
It was true—she still had her disciples and the entirety of Yun Kui Mountain to look after.
This man was despicable…
“Don’t you dare touch my disciples!”