Borrowed Sword

Chapter 44: Chu Huaixu, Slightly Misogynistic?

The first thing Chu Huaixu thought of upon hearing the words “Demon Slayer” was the True Martial Emperor.

The True Martial Emperor, also known as the Demon-Slaying Celestial Lord and the Hair-Loosened Patriarch, was a renowned deity in Daoism.

Wudang Mountain was his sacred ground.

Under normal circumstances, someone descending a mountain to slay demons and monsters did not deserve the title “Demon Slayer.”

This young uncle from the Dao Gate had reached the realm of Major Cultivator at the age of 19. After stepping into the Fifth Realm, the first thing he did was... descend the mountain and start killing!

He was a peerless killing maniac who sought to attain Dao through killing!

To Chu Huaixu, the good news was that the 【Sixty-Year Demon Slayer】 had yet to complete a full Sixty-Year Cycle—so far, it had only been 43 years.

The goal of completing the full cycle was a target the young uncle had set for himself.

The bad news was: what exactly counted as a “demon” varied from person to person.

Undoubtedly, this young uncle had his own definition as well.

In these forty-some years, certain heretical legacies had been completely annihilated by him.

Chu Huaixu dared not gamble when facing such a person.

Hence, the urgency in his heart to level up grew stronger.

He did not know when this young uncle would return to the Dao Gate.

But before that happened, he at least had to reach the First Realm—and ideally, ascend that mountain.

The mountain where... that sword resided!

A mountain where treasures covered the ground.

At this thought, Chu Huaixu became even more eager to gain more Experience Points.

So, he protected Han Shuangjiang with even greater care, determined to prevent her from taking a single Water Blade hit.

——Please let me enjoy all the experience alone.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu had no idea that his involuntary shiver just now had caused Han Shuangjiang, the theoretical type, to spiral into overthinking.

That’s the thing about theoretical types—so lacking. If she were someone experienced with real action, she would know that a shiver like that couldn’t possibly happen just once.

“You, why are you shaking!” Han Shuangjiang’s face was flushed red, with traces of shame and indignation, as she couldn’t help but speak.

“Huh? Did I just shiver?” Chu Huaixu genuinely hadn’t noticed.

The Big Ice Block, hearing the surprise in his tone, fell into awkward silence again, realizing she was overthinking.

Her body was clean—it was her heart that was not.

She even felt a bit guilty.

“He’s taking all the Water Blades for me, and they’re only increasing in number. It’s normal for the pain to cause shivers. How could I... how could I think that way!”

Truth be told, the foundational education she received from 【Red Sleeves Beckon】 and the Joyous Sect had been deeply ingrained in her soul.

That made her, like so many times before, start to feel a bit disgusted with herself.

Including the time when she first met Chu Huaixu and inexplicably blurted out “Furnace.” Once she came to her senses, she deeply loathed herself for it.

The man behind her, seeing her slightly bow her head in dejection, having completed his small talk, spoke again: “We’re more than halfway through. The Water Blades don’t seem to be increasing anymore; the count has stabilized.”

“That’s good,” Han Shuangjiang said softly.

Then, she asked once more: “Are you really okay? Don’t push yourself.”

Chu Huaixu answered in true Green Tea tone: “It’s fine, I can still endure it.”

He had already realized that Han Shuangjiang didn’t quite understand his pain threshold.

Or maybe she kept hearing his screams while he trained in the neighboring room? So she didn’t realize he had already completely ‘ascended’ through this process?

In the end, the Big Ice Block responded like before, with just a single word: “Oh.”

Chu Huaixu was speechless. He lowered his head to glance at her and said grumpily, “Oh, oh, oh. Is ‘oh’ the only thing you can say?”

Han Shuangjiang didn’t respond.

Because the conversation abruptly ended again, the chain reaction was: both of their focus returned fully to their bodies.

——《Chu Huaixu, Slightly Misogynistic》.

He suddenly felt that his knee had bumped against the back of her leg.

Her Jade Legs were long, and her thighs were proportionate and elastic.

A person with wide hips and buttocks couldn’t possibly have thighs as skinny as bamboo sticks.

If they did, the legs would splay wide apart and never close. If this were on Earth, back in school, she would definitely be the target of nasty gossip and slander behind her back.

Han Shuangjiang possessed an incredibly alluring hip and buttock curve, so the tops of her thighs were full and tightly joined, with a noticeable plumpness.

But her calves were well-proportioned, and combined with her long Jade Legs, her full upper thighs didn’t make her legs look thick—instead, they were a strong bonus.

As a result, every touch of her thighs was even more intoxicating.

Realizing they were having physical contact again, Han Shuangjiang instinctively moved inward.

She grabbed a protruding rock on the stone wall with both hands and leaned forward.

Under the water’s force, her bulging chest once again pressed against the stone wall.

Her robes had already been torn by the Water Blades, revealing a deep cleavage.

Now, with the added pressure, the soft white flesh spread outward and squeezed even tighter together.

But the shape still retained that unique fullness, proving that although it looked soft, it had considerable elasticity.

Chu Huaixu felt that the connection between his neck and face had frozen—he couldn’t turn his head, couldn’t move his gaze.

He simply stared at the “abyss.”

——Human nature.

As time ticked by, every accidental physical contact between them made them silently flinch away from each other.

But with the increasing number of touches, and the silence that followed, the ambiguous, sultry atmosphere lingered incessantly.

Suddenly, they vaguely heard a sound and an angry shout from Liu Chengqi.

The voice came from behind.

Chu Huaixu stayed fairly calm, while Han Shuangjiang was so startled that she violently trembled.

So much so that his chest was pressed directly against her back.

And her plump, perky, full buttocks... rubbed against him once more.

This time, it even seemed to have gotten stuck in the buttock cleft for a moment, moving up and down just like that.

This caused Han Shuangjiang’s already wet, thin underpants, which had been stuck in her buttock cleft, to wedge in even deeper.

Both of them instantly felt a tingling current sweep through their entire bodies.

Their bodies stiffened as if petrified, not daring to move a muscle.

What was even more terrifying was that he faintly felt... something was missing.

——《Chu Huaixu, Slightly Misogynistic》......

In the end, it was the frightened Han Shuangjiang who spoke first.

“No one’s going to come in here, right?”

This was what she feared most.

Earlier, she had felt her body burning slightly. Now, with her tattered clothing, she could already feel a bit of chill seeping through the exposed areas.

“Don’t worry, they won’t be coming in anytime soon. Can’t you tell that was just powerless rage?” Chu Huaixu remained fairly calm and tried to cool things down.

He speculated that Liu Chengqi had been lucky enough to make it through the earlier maze, and was now trapped inside an illusion.

Judging by the loud outburst, this young man’s patience must have run out.

“Looks like this stone door has really poor soundproofing,” Chu Huaixu said softly.

Strangely, even though the two of them, a lone man and woman, were so closely pressed together, speaking normally felt fine. But this kind of breathy whisper made one's ears feel itchy.

“Oh.” Han Shuangjiang responded softly, still feeling nervous inside.

If a scene this sensuous–sultry were seen by others, she would feel like dying from shame.

Why was this one moment so excruciatingly long?

Finally, the system countdown before Chu Huaixu's eyes began to tick down to zero.

The Water Blades that had been sweeping across vanished completely, and no more Body Tempering Medicine Liquid poured out from the four holes.

“It’s done. The trial is over. That transparent barrier should have disappeared,” he reminded her.

Upon hearing this, Han Shuangjiang immediately raised her hand and tapped—sure enough, it was gone.

Seeing this, she was eager to get away from this place of scandal.

But Chu Huaixu spoke: “You go ashore first and press your hand on the Spirit Panel to open the stone door ahead.”

“There’s still a little residual Body Tempering Spiritual Herb here. I’ll absorb it a bit longer so it doesn’t go to waste,” he explained as he stepped back.

“Alright.” Han Shuangjiang quickly went ashore.

“Splash——!” A number of droplets fell from her body, soaking the bluestone slab on the bank.

Chu Huaixu looked up at her, taking in the view of her wet back completely.

From his angle, her pair of Jade Legs looked even longer.

Her soaked robes had become slightly translucent, clinging to her skin, revealing the faint outlines of her legs.

The wet fabric hugged her perfectly curved hips—it was so full, so perky. There was even a cut at the junction of her waist and hips, revealing a sliver of snow-white skin.

It landed at such a borderline location that it seemed to show the very top tip of her buttock cleft—or maybe it didn’t.

The girl was just too beautiful—everything about her was perfect, like a masterpiece showing off the Creator’s flair.

And more importantly, all the physical contact from earlier still lingered vividly in memory.

Only, the water in the Water Pool had contained Body Tempering Medicine Liquid, and everything beneath the surface had been unclear.

Now that she was ashore, it was hard not to let one’s mind wander, imagining whether the touch from earlier had landed here... or there.

Was it the shoulder, the leg, the buttocks, the waist...

All the overthinking was impossible to stop!

It was breeding, breeding, breeding!

——《Chu Huaixu, Slightly Misogynistic》?

Han Shuangjiang walked toward the Spirit Panel, and with her movements, dynamic beauty replaced static beauty.

After only a few steps, she retrieved a spare robe from her Storage Token and draped it over herself.

She didn’t even consider looking for a place to change.

Even if Chu Huaixu had his back turned, she couldn’t bear to be naked behind a man.

Han Shuangjiang stepped in front of the Spirit Panel and, following Chu Huaixu’s instruction, placed her palm on top.

A mysterious force began to ripple outward, and the needle on the Spirit Panel started to move. Soon, it pointed all the way to the “ten” mark.

Body of Profound Yin, top-grade Spirit Embryo!

The girl lifted her beautiful eyes and looked toward the stone door ahead, holding her breath.

Chu Huaixu also looked toward the stone door.

The door did not open.

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