Wife, Don't Be Like This!

Chapter 35 - Alone with My Younger Sister-in-law

Speaking of the Hehuan Sect, what is the first thing that comes to mind?

Song Yan tried to imagine it, and some images of beautiful young women dressed in thin gauze appeared in his mind, their graceful limbs writhing wantonly like water snakes…

Hmm, their faces might also be covered with silk veils, their crystal-clear, jade-like beautiful feet bare, with silver anklets or bells on their ankles, exposing their long, slender, fair legs. But the truly important parts would be wrapped up tightly. Paired with charming incense and heart-trembling moans, they could easily arouse the desire of the opposite sex.

They are beautiful and unrestrained, delicate and cunning, and they might even have frequent parties.

This is the normal person's stereotype of the three words 'Hehuan Sect'.

Seeing the look on Song Yan's face, Yushuang could guess his thoughts. The smile on her face deepened.

"What are you thinking? The Hehuan Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect, you know."

My name is Song Yan. I never, ever expected that even when I was mentally prepared, I would still be fiercely shocked.

Hehuan Sect? A prestigious and righteous sect?

Incomprehensible. How on earth are these two terms connected?

"I'm not kidding," Yushuang lazily stretched her arms, as if feeling a bit tired. Although it was mainly Song Yan who had been dealing with Yang Miaoqing in Song Hongtao's study earlier, listening to that meaningless conversation was also exhausting.

"The Hehuan Sect of the past was indeed listed as a demonic sect by the martial world."

"It's just that at that time, the Hehuan Sect had numerous members and disciples and was extremely powerful. There was even a Great Grandmaster-level expert holding down the fort in the sect. Therefore, even though many prestigious and righteous sects were dissatisfied with the Hehuan Sect and regarded it as a demonic cult, there was nothing they could do."

The cultivation of martial arts is divided into nine ranks, from one to nine. First-Rank is the lowest, Ninth-Rank is the highest.

Of course, for someone like Song Yan, who had only just started cultivating for half a month, he was probably still unranked.

Above the Ninth-Rank, there are Grandmasters.

A so-called Grandmaster is already beyond the realm of normal reasoning.

To become a Grandmaster, one needs not only the cultivation of internal force and the practice of moves, but also an enlightenment of the martial way. Although reaching the Ninth-Rank is difficult, one still has a chance to achieve it through diligent practice. But the Grandmaster realm is different. Some people are stuck at the Ninth-Rank for decades, yet ultimately lack that sliver of opportunity. Some achieve enlightenment in a single day and are completely transformed from then on.

It's quite abstruse.

In Song Yan's view, it could be summed up in two words: Looks-based!

Currently, in the four kingdoms of the Central Plains, those who have achieved the Grandmaster realm, if not as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, are still very few and far between.

For example, the abbot of Shaolin, the leader of Wudang, are all existences who can suppress an entire region or found their own sects.

Above Grandmaster, there is also the Great Grandmaster.

As for what this realm is like, it is already difficult to describe with words. Song Yan only knows that currently, in the four kingdoms of the Central Plains, there are no Great Grandmasters.

In novels, the Hehuan Sect mostly exists as a villainous character. Its power might not be weak, but it wouldn't be too exaggerated. He had never expected that in this world, the Hehuan Sect was once so glorious.

"Then why did the Hehuan Sect decline?" Song Yan thought for a moment. He could occasionally hear names like Shaolin Temple, Wudang Mountain, Peacock Tower, and the Tianshan Sect from the Luo family's household guards, but he had never heard of the Hehuan Sect. It must have declined.

Yushuang smiled: "That's because after that Great Grandmaster ancestor of the Hehuan Sect passed away, the next sect leader also died a sudden, violent death. The sect-guarding secret manual, which only appears during the succession of the sect leader, also disappeared. Without that sect-guarding secret manual, although the Hehuan Sect had many disciples, in the end, no one could cultivate to the highest realm, so its decline was inevitable."

"Therefore, the current disciples of the Hehuan Sect are mostly not that strong. They generally only know a little bit of seduction arts and the like."

He could roughly understand. This was a problem with the succession of some sects. The sect's strongest secret manual could often only be cultivated by the sect leader. Once the previous sect leader died suddenly and the manual was lost, the strongest martial art would also be lost.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't the women of the Hehuan Sect be the exceptionally charming and beautiful type? That kind of woman would be more suited to using seduction arts, right?"

Recalling Yang Siyao, although she was dignified, poised, and had an excellent temperament, her looks were ultimately a bit lacking. Song Yan didn't think such a woman was suitable for using seduction arts.

"Besides, since the Hehuan Sect was a demonic sect, had lost the protection of its Great Grandmaster ancestor, and had also lost its strongest secret manual, why wasn't it wiped out by the prestigious and righteous sects? Instead, it transformed itself into a prestigious and righteous sect?"

Yushuang, however, shook her head slightly. The smile on her face gradually faded, and she rarely became serious.

"Seduction arts, how to put it..."

"Like voodoo arts, they belong to the crooked paths that have never been accepted by the orthodox martial world."

"Seduction arts, you could say they are strong, you could also say they are weak."

"To say they are strong, yet seduction arts are not like what people imagine, able to bewitch a person's mind in a short time."

"To say they are weak, yet seduction arts can, without one realizing, cause the opposite sex to develop emotions such as goodwill, pity, and tenderness. Supplemented with methods to arouse carnal desire, it is inevitable for one to sink into carnal love."

After a brief pause, Yushuang took off the small gourd hanging from her waist. The gourd was carved from suet white jade, fine and smooth, of excellent quality. When she opened it, a faint scent of wine could be smelled.

She took a light sip. Her long, slender neck was like a swan's. The movement of her swallowing actually revealed a slight, bewitching charm.

As the clear, crisp wine went down her throat, her snow-white, frost-like cheeks were dyed with a faint blush.

Vermilion lips part slightly, revealing fragrant cherries; cheeks holding spring, almond eyes focused.

Just like this.

And that pure white, clean Daoist robe, I wonder if that counts as the ancient version of a uniform seduction?

For some unknown reason, Song Yan felt that this Yushuang seemed more like a disciple of the Hehuan Sect.

He had never expected that this Daoist Priestess Yushuang would have a penchant for drinking.

The wine moistened her throat. Only then did Yushuang speak again.

"Seduction arts are also divided into several levels."

"Low-level seduction arts: to serve people with one's looks!"

"A beautiful face, a graceful figure, and even for those with more special tastes... some men like a woman's legs, some perverts like a woman's feet..."

"The women of the Hehuan Sect can display the side you like most in its most beautiful form right before you."

"And high-level seduction arts are on another level. These women can discern the fine tones of a Jiaowei zither, recognize 'Guangling San' from the fingertips, and can also make mists and clouds rise from under their brush, or the sound of rinsing jade emerge from their ink."

"Men who interact with them will often feel a meeting of the minds, and thus fall for them."

"That Yang Siyao is the latter."

Song Yan understood in his heart. He thought back to when he first met Yang Siyao and couldn't help but feel a sense of pity. He secretly became vigilant.

"As for why the Hehuan Sect became a prestigious and righteous sect? That's probably because the concubine of the Wudang Sect Leader, the wife of the Peacock Tower's Master, the female disciple of the Tianshan Sect's Leader, and even the wives and concubines of many officials in the imperial court are all disciples of the Hehuan Sect."

"And the Hehuan Sect even pays its taxes according to the law!"

Song Yan was stunned. Then it was no wonder.

But he was still puzzled in his heart. A dignified woman of the Yang family, why would she become a disciple of the Hehuan Sect?

Why would the Yang family get involved with the Hehuan Sect?

Why arrange for a person who knows seduction arts to enter the Duke's mansion, and even have Yang Siyao become Song Zhen's fiancée?

If it was just to plot for the Duke's title, wouldn't it have been more convenient to have Yang Siyao marry Song Hongtao?

Song Yan didn't think that fellow Song Hongtao could resist the enchantment.

And why did that Yang Miaoqing change her attitude towards him? What exactly were they plotting?

Song Yan picked up the jade pendant and held it up to the midday sun. The sunlight passed through the jade stone and cast a hazy patch of light in his pupils.

That Yang Miaoqing... no, Yang Siyao, what purpose did she want to achieve by using this jade pendant?

Things were getting interesting. Oh well, at least compared to people like Yang Miaoqing and Song Zhen, this was a little more of a challenge.

"If you have time, teach me some martial arts."

These words were directed at his younger sister-in-law.

This world is too dangerous. All sorts of strange and bizarre methods. Now even seduction arts have appeared. It probably won't be long before someone who plays with Gu insects pops up... I just hope they're not a direct disciple of Old Devil Fang.

Luo Tianyi nodded, considered as having agreed.

At this time, the entire Ningping County town was shrouded under the scorching sun. The rainwater on the ground quickly evaporated, and the county town was a hazy expanse. The humid and hot feeling even made one feel sticky all over and was not pleasant.

He could faintly hear some voices; it was probably those servants from the Duke's mansion muttering something in low voices.

When Song Yan looked over, those people hurriedly averted their gazes, their faces pale.

Once upon a time, he was a poor wretch in this Duke's mansion that anyone could step on. Now, he had become a plague god that everyone feared... This kind of change was not unpleasant.

After a long while, Butler Wang finally appeared. He seemed to be in a hurry, trotting all the way over, holding a box in his arms. The expression on his face was still a bit conflicted and struggling. Finally, he stuffed the box into Song Yan's arms.

Then, without another word, he turned and left.

This behavior made Song Yan a little strange. Wasn't this the betrothal gift that Song Hongtao was compensating him with? Why was Butler Wang acting so awkward? Could it be some precious object? Thinking this, he got on the carriage.

A fragrant breeze wafted over. It was his younger sister-in-law, who had also gotten into the carriage.

He knew his younger sister-in-law was doing this to protect him, and his heart felt a little warm. It's just that for a brother-in-law and a younger sister-in-law to ride alone in a carriage was, in this era, ultimately somewhat against the rules. If others were to see it, who knows what kind of rumors would spread. Especially since this younger sister-in-law was the one who had performed the wedding ceremony with him.

"Thank you," Song Yan said.

Luo Tianyi leaned back against the carriage frame, her delicate head turned to one side, as if peeping at the scenery outside through the gap in the carriage curtain:

"Let's go home."

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs!”