Quick Transmigration: Irresistible Beauty

Chapter 307: Blackened Junior Sister (12)



Long Yuan looked at his master, his eyes clear of any impurities.

Compared with those hermits who practiced secludedly in the mountains and the sanctimonious and pretentious immortals, Yue Ran was more like a chivalrous woman from the martial arts world. She was generous and real, and there was a natural charm in between her every gesture.

After saying her part, Yue Ran led Long Yuan to a fabric workshop, where she herself stopped in front of a beautiful scarlet fabric.

The sword spirit assumed that Yue Ran would soon walk away to go and select a cloth with a color that was less brilliant than this red material since it was too conspicuous and contained noticeable features to the eyes. But who would have known that his master had a completely different thought process than him?

Yue Ran: Being beautiful all day and all the time (if possible) is my life's motto.

"This young lady has a great vision," the proprietor of the fabric workshop remarked. "This red cloth has just been shipped from the Western Regions. Those who wish to purchase it have to worry about being able to look compatible with its vivid red hue." Not getting any response from the two silent customers, the proprietor of the fabric workshop still continued to smile, albeit a little stiffly, while carrying on with promoting the commodity of the store: "But the young lady is as beautiful as a flower, so this red dress would look perfect on you," the proprietor of the fabric workshop praised. "And if you buy it, I will give you a thirty percent discount just for you!"

Yue Ran raised her hand to touch the material of the red cloth and nodded with satisfaction at its quality and texture. She then requested the proprietor of the fabric workshop to make three new gowns for her with it.

Back at the inn, Yue Ran ordered a servant to bring a large wooden bathtub filled with hot water for bathing. She needed to wash off all the dust on her face, neck, hair, and body as soon as possible. Staying dirty was a less-than-pleasant feeling after all.

Long Yuan stood behind the folding screen and looked at the graceful figure of the young woman veiled in the misty water vapor. It was obvious that all he could see was her silhouette through the divider, yet he subconsciously turned his head away to avoid taking in such scenery, almost as if he had seen something that he should not have seen.

He was just a sword spirit. He is just a weapon, a tool, that serves his master. It was for these two reasons that his master could share the same room with him with peace of mind, without any trace of discomfort.

Yue Ran also did not avoid bathing with him in the same room, which proved just how much she held trust in him!

"Long Yuan, come and comb my hair for me," Yue Ran said as the sounds of moving water gradually stopped.

"Yes, master," Long Yuan replied without missing a beat.

Long Yuan had always answered subconsciously when he received orders. He had already taken a step past the folding screen when he vaguely felt that something seemed to be wrong.

At this moment, a large area of the young woman's snow-white skin had come into view, and the few petals of roses floating on the surface of the water, which coincidentally covered the spring scenery, added a dreamy touch to the hazy picture.

Yue Ran was resting lazily and comfortably on the edge of the wooden bathtub, and Long Yuan felt his head turn a little hot for some inexplicable reason.

As ordered, the sword spirit took the wooden comb placed aside, carefully held the washed long hair of his master, and combed each strand meticulously.

The damp black hair on his fingers was soft and smooth. Long Yuan fixed his eyes firmly on this inky black color without a trace of straying around throughout it all for fear that he would see something he should not have seen.

He was merely a sword spirit, and it was his responsibility to carry out all of his master's commands.

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On the other side, as soon as Jiang Wen Xiu had escaped with a group of disciples of the Sky Breeze Sect, he hurriedly rushed over to the Grand Martial Temple to appeal for a meeting with the alliance leader.

"The disciple of the sect leader of the Sky Breeze Sect, Jiang Wen Xiu, greets the alliance leader!" Jiang Wen Xiu exclaimed, cupping his hands politely and respectfully at the alliance leader seated on his chair.

"There is no need to be so polite," the alliance leader smiled. "What could ruffle the feathers of the Sky Breeze Sect so much to make you look so agitated like this?"

Situated in the center of the hall, on a platform built on one end, sat a long-haired man in a simple green robe. He looked gentle and elegant, with an easygoing yet outstanding temperament. Those who did not recognize him might have assumed that he was a nobleman from an affluent family.

The man was as gentle as jade, and he treated people and things so naturally, like the gentle touch of a spring breeze—light and pleasant.

"In reply to the alliance leader Cheng Mo, the evil witch, Yue Ran, has somehow managed to break the seal of the Sword of the Demon and even made a contract with it," Jiang Wen Xiu declared. "At this instance, the Sword of the Demon has acknowledged her as its master."

Jiang Wen Xiu stood straight in the middle of the hall; his tone was deep and full of seriousness.

"My master, the sect leader, has tried his best to intercept the evil witch and the demonic sword as we were speaking," the young man said with fire burning in his eyes and hatred laced in his every word.


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