Published: March 2, 2025
CHAPTER 104: Blasphemous Thoughts
Originally, Liu Yu wanted to help Liu Yu with his tasks, hoping to quickly accumulate enough spiritual stones to purchase elixirs for breaking through his bottleneck. However, after the war broke out in the Chu State's cultivating immortality world, he only knew that Liu Yu had taken on an external garrison mission and lost all contact after leaving the sect.
He was instead sent to the front line, where he encountered two life-and-death crises. Although he narrowly preserved his life, he gained no benefits. Years passed, and he still hadn't saved enough spiritual stones, with his cultivation remaining stuck at the mid stage of qi refinement.
As she spoke, Jiang Qiushui picked up a wooden jar and began to brew the spiritual tea.
Her slender jade fingers moved gracefully as she skillfully took the tea leaves and began to operate seriously, clearly having researched this art. Her movements were neither fast nor slow, and combined with her appearance, a natural elegance radiated from her every gesture.
"A serious woman is very attractive."
Liu Yu gazed at her fair hands, slightly lost in thought, when suddenly some "strange" ideas sprang to mind. It wasn't until Jiang Qiushui finished brewing the Clear Lotus Spiritual Tea and handed it over that he snapped back to reality.
"Um, thank you, Junior Sister."
Liu Yu quickly regained his composure, accepting the tea cup adorned with azure patterns without changing his expression, while secretly suppressing those "blasphemous" thoughts, after all, he was here to handle serious business.
"Senior Brother, please taste it and see how my skills are!"
Jiang Qiushui said with a beaming smile, her cheeks slightly flushed as if she thought of something amusing.
Liu Yu chuckled softly when he heard this. He brought the tea cup to his lips, blew gently on it a few times, then sipped a small amount, pretending to savor it. After a moment, he said, "Good! Good! Junior Sister's skills are astonishing, she should rank first among those I know."
His expression and tone seemed somewhat exaggerated, clearly an embellishment.
However, Jiang Qiushui seemed to appreciate it. She giggled and then shot Liu Yu a glare, "Senior Brother, you've changed. You weren’t this good at making women happy before."
"Yes, I’ve changed; we’re all changing."
Liu Yu sighed, his tone somewhat melancholic. Ever since establishing contact with the Immortal Abode, the trajectory of his destiny had shifted.
Then, Jiang Qiushui took a sip herself and was amazed by its effect on enhancing spiritual consciousness. Yet, upon hearing how rare and expensive it was, she expressed great regret.
"Senior Brother, where have you been all these years? It seems you’ve experienced quite a lot,"
Jiang Qiushui said thoughtfully, her eyes wide with curiosity as she looked at Liu Yu.
Liu Yu smiled slightly and recounted the events that occurred in Cold Moon City, omitting details about the Purple Sun Grass and some other information, of course, leaving out the two women who were always at his beck and call.
At key moments in the story, Jiang Qiushui would occasionally voice her thoughts. For example, when he spoke of being ambushed by Pei Sanjiu outside Huangshan Bazaar, her face turned angry, and when discussing the extermination of the Xiaomei Mountain Feng Family, she wore a cold smile and said outright that families bold enough to collude with the Heavenly Harmony Sect deserved to die.
"Having enjoyed the benefits, they naturally have an instinct to defend those interests."
From the perspective of sect cultivators like them, the Feng Family's behavior undoubtedly harmed their interests, so exterminating them was not an overreaction.
Liu Yu took another sip of tea, secretly amused, fully aware of the situation.
After a conversation like this, the distance between the two had also shortened significantly.
"So, Junior Sister, where have you been these past few years?"
At his words, Jiang Qiushui instinctively hugged her arms tightly, and a look of lingering fear appeared in her eyes as she recounted the dangers she faced on the front lines. When she spoke of the two life-and-death crises, a lingering fear crept into her expression.