Chapter 48: Goodwill Part 1

Bo Xuenong did not feel anything wrong at all. Her tongue tip even subconsciously leaned forward a bit more.

The moist tongue tip wrapped around the white porcelain doll’s fingertip. A ticklish sensation quickly climbed from the fingertip to her heart. Shen Yanting hurriedly drew her hand back behind her and rubbed her fingertip discreetly, trying to dispel the wet mark lingering on it. The more she rubbed, the heavier the dampness felt, and inexplicably, it even felt hot.

Fortunately, the porcelain doll’s body was rather slow to sense temperature. Otherwise, that fingertip might have burned up.

Shen Yanting’s mind was in complete chaos. She thought she understood Bo Xuenong, but now she could not guess at all what Bo Xuenong was thinking.

She could not even imagine that Bo Xuenong’s such ambiguous actions were aimed at keeping Fu Aoqing alive.

Touching the ear had added fifty points, touching the lips fifty points, touching the tongue tip one hundred points… Where else was a place Master would not normally touch?

Bo Xuenong hurriedly glanced back. Feng Jin had said something unknown to Wu Qingshu, and Wu Qingshu actually picked her up and lifted her overhead, letting her see more clearly how Sect Master Wu Liangyi and Hua Jinshi were being sliced for flesh and bone by the people of Mistlongevity Village, their hearts dug out and livers destroyed.

The Soul-Devouring Gu had already been placed on the two. No matter how Gui Nian’an and the others tormented them, in the end, ‘Sect Master Wu Liangyi’ and ‘Hua Jinshi’ would only die to the Soul-Devouring Gu, providing Bo Xuenong with two hundred points and tenfold growth in bloodline spiritual power.

Reaching two thousand points should not be far off.

Bo Xuenong withdrew her gaze. With one hand supporting Shen Yanting, she could not help but pat her own face with the other.

She felt her face was a bit hot, so hot that it prevented her from calmly thinking about how to gain more points.

Bo Xuenong’s gaze shifted, and her eyes suddenly lingered on her chest. The eyes that had just been clouded by worries instantly sparkled with brilliant light.

She lowered the porcelain doll and pointed earnestly at her own chest. “Master, touch here.”

Did Bo Xuenong even know how to write the words ‘overstepping propriety’?

They were master and disciple, not husband and wife.

Just because she had called Bo Xuenong ‘my lord’ twice did not mean their identities had truly changed.

Even if they were dao companions, it was still not appropriate to overstep like this in broad daylight, under everyone’s watchful eyes.

Shen Yanting did not remember if she had ever taught Bo Xuenong to know shame and uphold propriety. She only felt extremely embarrassed and immobile, especially when she detected a trace of stirring in her heart. She did not even have the courage to look straight into Bo Xuenong’s eyes.

She refused to move.

Bo Xuenong could not help but plead softly. “Master.”

The blush on the porcelain doll deepened, faint traces of rouge appearing on both cheeks. Shen Yanting had nowhere to escape now. Seeing Bo Xuenong persistently calling her, afraid that someone would notice their master-disciple pair overstepping, she steeled her heart, stretched out her finger to quickly tap once, brushed over the fabric of the clothing, and immediately shrank back.

Points added fifty.

Even through clothes added fifty. Bo Xuenong’s eyes brightened even more.

She secretly glanced at the crowd and reached to try pulling her collar down a bit. Shen Yanting completely froze. “Xuenong, what are you doing?”

Bo Xuenong blinked in confusion. She felt her intention should have been obvious. How could Shen Yanting not see it?

Strange as it was, Bo Xuenong still answered Shen Yanting’s question seriously. “To let Master touch closer, of course.”

She was too honest and too straightforward, her candid gaze holding no improper thoughts.

Shen Yanting could not help but suspect if Bo Xuenong had guessed her own little thoughts and was using her filial piety against her. This guess made Shen Yanting feel ashamed and embarrassed. Her voice grew a bit muffled. “Xuenong, I’m not a rogue.”

Bo Xuenong stopped pulling at her clothes. Anger leaped into her eyes. “Master, who called you a rogue? I’ll go kill her!”

“…” Shen Yanting could certainly guess now that what Bo Xuenong thought was completely different from what she thought.

She was silent for a good while before finding words again. “Why do you want me to touch you?”

Bo Xuenong definitely did not dare say it was to earn points to save Fu Aoqing.

She hurriedly replied, “Because I like it.”

This was not lying or deceiving. She liked Shen Yanting being close to her the most, and only liked Shen Yanting being close to her.

The word ‘like’ softened a heart that was already somewhat stirred. If not for Bo Xuenong’s gaze being too pure and clear when saying ‘like’, Shen Yanting might have harbored the fantasy that in their five hundred years together, it was not just one of them deviating from the master-disciple path. She lowered her gaze slightly. “Xuenong, you can’t say ‘like’ lightly.”

Bo Xuenong was unconvinced. She even forgot about earning points, afraid Bo Xuenong would misunderstand her. “Master, I didn’t say it lightly. I’m saying it to Master.”

Bo Xuenong wanted to make it clear to Shen Yanting that anything involving her had nothing to do with ‘lightly’. But Shen Yanting did not understand. “You especially can’t say it lightly to Master.”

“Master, I’m very serious.”

Bo Xuenong was probably truly serious.

It was just that one ‘like’ and another ‘like’ were not quite the same. Her disciple likely had not even figured out what feelings were.

A flash of dimness appeared in Shen Yanting’s eyes. She subconsciously reached toward Bo Xuenong but did not truly touch her.

Bo Xuenong’s eyes moved. She suddenly placed Shen Yanting back in her embrace. Taking advantage of Shen Yanting not reacting, she let that slightly extended hand fall on her chest through the undergarment.

Points added one hundred!

Shen Yanting quickly realized where she had touched. Feeling as if burned, she immediately withdrew her hand.

While she was relieved at not overstepping too much, Bo Xuenong felt only loss.

Bo Xuenong had just been thinking of using spiritual power to lift the undergarment, letting Shen Yanting’s hand press closer to her skin.

Not only would it add points, it would also relieve the heat.

The weather was not that hot, but ever since Shen Yanting touched her neck, Bo Xuenong had felt somewhat hot.

The porcelain doll’s hand was cool and could soothe that sudden surge of restlessness.

It would be even better if Shen Yanting touched her more.

Bo Xuenong could not help but call to Shen Yanting in a hushed voice. “Master, Master!”

Bo Xuenong did not usually act spoiled. She had always worked hard to be a gentle and kind eldest senior sister. It was rare for her to pinch her voice like this and keep calling.

The fine, sweet, cloying voice kept drifting over. Shen Yanting felt as if her hand was stuck with sugar syrup. Though she clearly wanted to pull away, she still subconsciously leaned toward Bo Xuenong’s chest.

She bit her tongue tip, crossed her hands and gripped tightly, forcefully suppressing the impulse to get closer.

Shen Yanting’s voice instantly cooled. “Xuenong, I have some words I want to say to Aunt Shu.”

Since Shen Yanting had spoken, Bo Xuenong reluctantly handed the porcelain doll over to Wu Qingshu.

Wu Qingshu was still holding Feng Jin at that moment. Seeing the porcelain doll handed over, she thought for a moment and set Feng Jin down from her embrace. As soon as Feng Jin was put down, Feng Yingbo grabbed her by the neck. Feng Yingbo looked displeased at how she usually ignored her own mother but now actively got close to someone else’s elder.

Feng Jin’s neck was gripped, her face slightly flushing red.

While prying at Feng Yingbo’s hand, she stared at Bo Xuenong with eyes full of accusation.

Bo Xuenong naturally knew what Feng Jin meant. It was nothing more than accusing her of not properly earning points and suddenly interrupting her rare decision to use some means to earn points.

Feng Jin was not her, so how could she know her difficulties?

Bo Xuenong had just heard the obvious coldness in Shen Yanting’s words, so she knew her little actions had probably displeased Shen Yanting.

Her master seemed to dislike touching her. This was undoubtedly bad news.

Bo Xuenong felt dejected, aggrieved, and reluctant to hand the porcelain doll to Wu Qingshu. But since Shen Yanting liked her being obedient, she could only comply and entrust the porcelain doll to Wu Qingshu. “Senior Wu, the porcelain doll’s body is fragile. Please don’t drop my master.”

The soft reminder reached her ears. Wu Qingshu’s gaze toward Bo Xuenong softened quite a bit. “Yanting raised you well.”

Seeing Bo Xuenong’s face flushed red, even her neck tinged with faint blush, fine beads of sweat rolling down her skin, out of care for the junior, Wu Qingshu handed her a Seventh-Grade Water Condensing Talisman. “If you feel hot, you can use this.”

Though Wu Qingshu felt cultivators should not sense heat, everyone’s cultivation path was different. Perhaps Bo Xuenong’s Immortal Path Rankings differed from hers.

Bo Xuenong did not take the talisman paper. She stared fixedly at the porcelain doll that had landed in Wu Qingshu’s palm, her gaze extremely aggrieved.

Wu Qingshu was just about to withdraw the talisman paper when the porcelain doll took advantage of her drawing back her hand to snatch the talisman paper.

…

Wu Qingshu felt it a bit strange but still activated the talisman paper for Shen Yanting, who had no spiritual power. The spirit inscriptions turned into soft, slender azure water strands that gently wrapped around the porcelain doll’s forehead, bringing her a bit of coolness. Only after doing this did Wu Qingshu ask, “Yanting, do you feel hot too?”

“N-No.”

Standing in Wu Qingshu’s palm, Shen Yanting kept her head buried low. Without raising her voice or daring to look at Wu Qingshu, she said, “I just… just miss Aunt Shu’s methods a lot.”

Wu Qingshu half-believed it but did not pursue the matter.

She cradled Shen Yanting and walked forward a bit with her. That direction was toward Gui Nian’an, who was still digging out Hua Jinshi’s bones.

Hua Jinshi had long since stopped breathing, but Gui Nian’an acted like a madwoman. It seemed she would not stop until his bones were hollowed out and he had tasted all the suffering Gui Nianqin had endured back then. Wu Qingshu naturally felt Hua Jinshi deserved death too, but Gui Nian’an’s condition was clearly off. Gaining a heart demon over such a person would not be worth it.

Wu Qingshu carried Shen Yanting forward. Bo Xuenong hurriedly wanted to follow but was tugged out of her sleeve by a hand after half a step.