Borrowed Sword

Chapter 43: Dao Gate’s Junior Uncle

“【《Sword Refining Art》Experience Points +50.】”

“【《Sword Refining Art》Experience Points +50.】”

“【......】”

Every now and then, Chu Huaixu would gain Experience Points due to the dual effects of the Water Blade and the Body Tempering Medicine Liquid.

But his thoughts weren't entirely on that at the moment.

——He was somewhat distracted.

Han Shuangjiang was drenched from head to toe.

Whether it was her outer robes, inner garments, or even the innermost underpants, all clung tightly to her snow-white skin.

The underpants, soaked through, were even wedged into the cleft of her buttocks.

Coupled with how the Water Blade, though merciless, was also sensible and cut just right—

The tattered robes, under the wash of flowing water, occasionally revealed patches of bare skin.

Chu Huaixu could tell that her complexion was pale and cool.

If it got wet with a bit of clear water, it would appear even whiter.

The only flaw was that the water in this pool had a faint dark bluish-black hue; though not deeply colored, it was far from clear.

His vision was somewhat obscured, and the parts submerged had a hazy veil to them.

But the more indistinct it was, the more magnified the faint touches became—stirring the imagination.

To speak truthfully, Chu Huaixu hadn't been entertaining many man-woman thoughts about the stunning beauty before him during this time.

Having just transmigrated, he still felt a vague detachment toward the Xuanhuang Realm as a whole.

Sometimes, he even treated it more like a game rather than a real world.

Moreover, due to his profession, he harbored a slight aversion to women, which further dampened any such thoughts.

However, skin-to-skin contact truly had an indescribable effect.

It was like those who grew up as childhood friends with a great beauty—because of the familiarity, they’d treat her like a buddy.

But if there happened to be some unintentional, out-of-the-ordinary physical contact, that friendship might just transform!

You’d start wondering: why hadn’t I noticed how good her figure was before?

Why hadn’t I realized her skin was so fair?

Why hadn’t I seen how lovely her lips were before?

——The body possessed a terrifying power of its own!

Perhaps for that very reason, many liked to mention a certain phrase—physiological affection.

And as for why Chu Huaixu didn’t feel awkward just now and directly told her not to move—

It was simply because, unlike women, men couldn’t conceal certain bodily reactions.

Han Shuangjiang was soaking in the water. Even if this wealthy daughter did end up doing something, it wouldn’t be an issue.

But Chu Huaixu was different. The two of them were practically stuck together, and it was easy to touch.

If he really got stimulated to that point and she noticed—now that would be true social death!

So, he chose to voice a reminder. If you insist on being disobedient, then it’s on you.

After all, he prided himself on being non-stick.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to ferment, to the point that both of them almost forgot they were undergoing a senior’s trial.

Because Han Shuangjiang could already dodge most of the Water Blades, and Chu Huaixu simply didn’t fear pain.

Moreover, his wounds seemed to heal faster than hers—a rather strange thing.

What was even stranger was that despite the strong Medicinal Smell, he could still catch a whiff of the fragrance on her body.

Often, the more beautiful and handsome two people were, the more they feared the mood might accidentally go too far!

Chu Huaixu observed her from the corner of his eye. At this moment, he felt Han Shuangjiang perfectly embodied the term “slim and shapely.”

And she wasn’t the delicate, demure type—she had a more bold and refined beauty.

With her face not as cold now, there was a touch of brightness to her looks.

If one were to glance downward, they’d see she had quite the assets. The two plump curves swelled beneath the water—half submerged, half exposed—just enough to reveal deep cleavage.

Time ticked by, and the number of Water Blades increased every so often.

After much hesitation, Han Shuangjiang was the first to break the silence: “Are you sure that as long as we endure the time, this round of the trial will end?”

“I’m sure,” Chu Huaixu said in a deep voice.

For some reason, even his voice sounded rougher than usual.

“Oh.” She responded softly, then instinctively drew her round, plump buttocks further inward.

At this moment, both their palms were gripping protrusions on the underwater stone wall.

Han Shuangjiang didn’t know why Chu Huaixu was so certain this round was about enduring time.

But she chose to believe him.

Little did she know, in Chu Huaixu’s eyes, the senior who designed this trial was utterly malicious.

Normal people didn’t have such absurd pain thresholds.

Faced with “underwater death by a thousand cuts,” if they couldn’t find a solution, they’d likely choose to swim back and climb ashore first.

After all, one could think on land too—no reason to be knifed in water for better clarity.

But the moment you re-entered the water, hey! The countdown reset!

If you didn’t last the full thirty minutes, you’d never discover the way to crack it!

“Old pervert, what kind of sadist are you?” Chu Huaixu couldn’t figure out this person’s motives.

At this time, Han Shuangjiang, her cheeks slightly flushed, glanced at Chu Huaixu’s arms encircling her.

His sleeves had already been shredded beyond recognition by the Water Blades.

“Does it really not hurt him at all?” she wondered.

After a moment’s hesitation, Han Shuangjiang spoke again: “Are you really okay?”

For some reason, Chu Huaixu replied in a rather green tea tone: “I’m fine. I can endure it.”

“Oh.” Han Shuangjiang said again.

But in her heart, she thought: If he’s enduring it, then it must be pretty agonizing and painful, right?

Yet to her, the prolonged silence between them made things even more uncomfortable.

And there was one more thing... What if someone else came in?

Liu Chengqi’s group was still stuck outside.

But no one could say for certain—what if someone suddenly barged in?

By then, this rather fragrant and risqué scene underwater would be seen by outsiders.

That was absolutely unacceptable to her.

Thus, Han Shuangjiang was extremely nervous at this moment.

Anyone knowledgeable knew that the more dangerous the affair between a man and a woman, the more sensitive and stimulating it became.

This strange sensation left her at a loss, and her delicate body grew even hotter.

“How much longer?” Han Shuangjiang asked again, grasping at conversation.

“About the time it takes to burn one stick of incense,” Chu Huaixu replied.

“How do you know?”

“Don’t ask. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t understand if you don’t say?” she turned her head and frowned at him.

But that slight movement, under the effect of buoyancy, caused her to rub against Chu Huaixu again, which she couldn’t control.

Startled, Chu Huaixu hurriedly thrust his buttocks backward and mentally warned his little brother not to raise its head.

Damn it, I'm here to rub off some fortune, not to have my d*ck come begging for alms!

Realizing she had made another mistake, Han Shuangjiang quickly turned her head back, her body stiffening even more, her plump buttocks growing numb with tingling.

The two fell into silence again, barely able to hold a proper conversation.

Chu Huaixu, hearing her repeatedly try to start a topic, knew exactly what was going on—like a mirror in his heart. As a seasoned Play Companion, how could he not understand that she was trying to ease the awkwardness and distract herself?

If things stayed this quiet, the bodily feedback would only become more acute!

He did have a topic he had long wanted to ask her about, but hadn’t found the right moment.

Now might be a good chance to “take advantage of the situation”?

“I’ve had a question I’ve wanted to ask you,” he said suddenly.

Han Shuangjiang snapped out of her daze. “Ah... go ahead.”

“Where did you meet that Storyteller?” Chu Huaixu had joined the Dao Gate unexpectedly and needed more information.

“In Liu County,” she didn’t hide it.

“What kind of impression did he leave on you?” He continued probing for more angles.

“Hard to say. Feels like a high-level expert who enjoys worldly pleasures,” Han Shuangjiang replied.

“Why do you think that?” he asked again.

Han Shuangjiang had wanted to chat anyway, so now she answered with nothing held back.

“Just felt he was a bit unserious, because as long as there was a reflective surface, he seemed unable to resist looking at himself.” Her answer was somewhat reserved.

Chu Huaixu understood—it simply meant the man was excessively vain.

It reminded him of school days, when some image-conscious guys loved fixing their hair in the bathroom. Some even carried little mirrors at their desks.

But now, he didn’t feel like laughing at all.

For one simple reason—he had already guessed who this person was.

“Someone who could make Li Chunsong personally descend the mountain, loved to indulge in pleasures, and was this vain...”

“Above all, that sheer vanity!”

“This Storyteller was very likely Li Chunsong and the others’ Junior Uncle!”

A cultivator who had once reached the Ninth Realm, someone who stood at the very peak of the world!

Ever since arriving at the Dao Gate, Chu Huaixu had felt a strong sense of insecurity.

He knew clearly that Li Chunsong, that damn gambling addict, had made a mistake.

By sheer luck, he had picked up the wrong person and brought him up the mountain, causing him to switch roles with Xu Ziqing.

Paper couldn’t wrap fire forever—sooner or later, all of this would be exposed.

Although Chu Huaixu had laid some groundwork earlier and emphasized that he’d never seen any Storyteller—

Those were just petty tricks.

In front of a true cultivation powerhouse, all little cleverness was meaningless.

However, what if, by sheer luck, the one you picked up was a Pearl Covered in Dust?

What if, with a little polish, it really shone as the poem said: “Now the dust has been wiped clean, brilliance emerges, illuminating the mountains and rivers”?

That damn gambling addict would only think he had profited—hit the jackpot...

Well, since this young genius had come all the way here, right?

Then let him just stay in our Dao Gate!

Thus, Chu Huaixu had always cultivated with a strong sense of urgency and crisis.

Upon realizing the Storyteller was that legendary figure, alarms instantly rang in Chu Huaixu’s mind.

The reason was simple—this Junior Uncle of Dao Gate was ruthless and decisive in killing.

——He attained Dao through killing.

At a young age, he had already become a major cultivator.

The most famous label associated with Junior Uncle was 【Sixty-Year Demon Slayer】.

Not because in a particular 【Sixty-Year Cycle】 he went down the mountain to slay demons—

But because he spent an entire sixty-year cycle slaughtering down below.

——He slaughtered for a full sixty years.

At this thought, Chu Huaixu couldn’t help but shudder slightly.

Han Shuangjiang’s brow furrowed, her body stiffened, her jade legs tensed, her plump buttocks tightened, suspecting if it was just her imagination:

“Did he just shiver a bit?”

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