Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

Chu Zhuo acted quickly, putting his words into action and practicing the Nine Heavens Technique after lunch.

Yingming practiced lightness skills, which were similar to the Wind and Cloud Nine Heavens Technique, and assisted him from the side.

Fan Moyun left the scene with regret.

His cultivation method has absolutely nothing to do with the Nine Heavens Technique.

Chu Zhuo wore light clothes, but her beautiful features were still eye-catching.

With his hair tied up and sword in hand, the young man was dashing and his refined features couldn't hide his arrogance: "Come on, I'm ready."

Ying Ming stood behind Chu Zhuo, close to his back, his forearm horizontally outstretched, gently grasping Chu Zhuo's wrist: "Relax, the Nine Heavens Wind and Cloud Technique emphasizes movement, light as the wind, graceful as the clouds, and gathering power by focusing your energy in your dantian..."

Chu Zhuo listened carefully, her back close to Ying Ming's broad and thick chest, and she was led to turn her body by him.

"Accept my inner power, do not resist it in the slightest, let it flow and linger in your body..." Ying Ming whispered in Chu Zhuo's ear.

Chu Zhuo trusted Ying Ming completely. When that invisible energy carrying a sense of power entered his body, he was so calm as to be completely unaware, letting Ying Ming's internal energy open up his Ren and Du meridians.

At the same time, he slightly closed his eyes and silently recited the first level of the Wind and Cloud Nine Heavens Technique: "A single thought arises like a gentle breeze..."

Ying Ming also practiced other aggressive techniques, and his internal energy was domineering, but it became extremely docile when it entered the Chu Zhuo meridian. He used the Chu Zhuo technique with great ease.

"Open your feet, separate your center of gravity and sink down..." Yingming continued to whisper in his ear, leaning his legs forward and pressing his feet close to the inside of Chuzhuo's shoes, pushing them outward with a slight force.

Chu Zhuo stood with his legs apart and squatted down in a horse stance. He adapted well throughout the process. As he practiced, Ying Ming subtly reduced his presence.

Judging that the time was about right, Ying Ming spun half a circle with his toes and retreated by shifting his position.

Chu Zhuo was unaffected; his movements remained fluid. He flipped over, his wrist rotated, and his sword pointed to the sky. As he finished the set of movements with a sharp, short hum, the longsword emitted a sharp, short buzzing sound.

"Little Six is ​​indeed quick to learn!" Fan Moyun clapped his hands in celebration.

Chu Zhuo's lips curved slightly as she performed a sword technique that Fan Moyun had previously taught her. With each swing, a gust of wind swept up the dry leaves on the ground, and after a few swirling motions, the yellow leaves drifted back down to the ground.

Fan Moyun looked at him with admiration and immediately said excitedly, "Junior Brother, your swordsmanship has already developed its own style. You've become different the moment you opened your martial acupoints. Your comprehension is so fast, much faster than mine was back then."

"Thank you for the praise, Third Senior Brother. I also think I'm very clever!" Chu Zhuo said cheerfully. He aimed and sheathed his sword, returning the compliment in a clear and melodious voice, "Third Senior Brother's martial arts are superb. Our styles are not quite the same, but we are both very powerful."

Fan Moyun chuckled憨厚ly.

As dusk approached, Guan Shuangge brought over some pastries: "Little Six, come quickly, Fourth Senior Sister's pastries are ready."

Chu Zhuo wiped his sweat, washed his hands, stepped forward, lifted his robe and sat on the round stool, picking up a piece of plum blossom pastry with his fingers.

It resembles both snowflakes and plum blossoms, crispy yet soft, sweet but not cloying.

"Sweet but not cloying, delicious." Chu Zhu ate several pieces in a row, her eyes filled with joy and satisfaction, and said affectionately, "How come I have such a wonderful senior sister!"

Guan Shuangge felt a warmth in her heart and said with a smile, "As long as Zhuozhuo likes to eat it."

Seeing his junior brother eating with great relish, Fan Moyun couldn't resist picking up a piece and tasting it. The taste was alright, but it was a bit too sweet for him.

Seeing his expression, Guan Shuangge warned him in advance, "Third Senior Brother, watch your words. I didn't invite you to eat; you took it yourself."

Fan Moyun: "..."

The two started arguing again. Chu Zhuo covered her mouth and laughed, picked up a piece of pastry, and fed Ying Ming a bite.

Yingming opened his lips and, as he took a bite of the pastry, deliberately scraped his tongue against Chuzhuo's fingertips.

"..."

Chu Zhuo didn't move her finger back; instead, she poked his face hard, and mouthed, "You old scoundrel."

Ying Ming lowered his eyelashes slightly, chewed slowly, and accepted the address: "Mm."

After working up a sweat from practicing martial arts, Chu Zhu ate her fill of pastries, then went inside to change her clothes and take a bath.

The group of people, having nothing better to do, rested in the small courtyard in front of the house.

Ying Ming flipped through the contents of the second to ninth levels of the Wind and Cloud Nine Heavens Technique and sighed unintentionally.

Faced with two suspicious stares, Ying Ming remained calm and composed: "I feel like I'm getting old."

Fan Moyun didn't quite understand: "Twenty-one years old is still okay, right? In our sect, apart from Xiao Liu, everyone else is already over twenty."

"Brother Fan, do you really think so?" Ying Ming asked meaningfully.

During their time together, Ying Ming didn't seem to care about age. Guan Shuangge subconsciously felt that something was off, and a thought flashed through her mind so quickly that it left no trace.

She instinctively wanted to stop him, but before she could speak, she heard Fan Moyun say, "Of course."

Guan Shuangge hesitated, then said, "..."

You're overthinking it.

*

As Lin Weiqu was sleeping soundly after getting some rest at night, a gust of wind suddenly blew towards his face.

He calmly opened his eyes, curled up, and rolled away from the bed, performing the series of movements smoothly, drawing his sword from near the bed along the way.

Ding—the sword emitted a crisp, battle-ready sound.

Lin Weiqu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and thrust it at the attacker without hesitation.

The man in black felt a chill run down his spine. Lin Weiqu, who was already prepared, covered his face with a black cloth and silently unleashed his sect's ultimate technique, Iron Sand Palm, at Lin Weiqu.

Lin Weiqu's eyes sharpened, and he swung his sword back, simultaneously pressing forward and bringing the "battlefield" outside the room.

At the same time, Chu Zhuo's room was also attacked by masked men in black.

As expected, Ying Ming opened his eyes, quickly sat up, and took out the dagger from under his pillow to deal with the man in black.

Chu Zhuo, who had just started learning martial arts, didn't get involved, his eyes fixed on Ying Ming's agile figure.

Until the man in black was injured and fell to the ground, Ying Ming swiftly and decisively knocked him unconscious.

Chu Zhuo put on her shoes, got out of bed, and kicked the unconscious man in black: "Is it resolved?"

"Hmm." Ying Ming lifted him up by the waist with one arm, and as they passed the round table, he tossed the blood-stained dagger onto the tabletop. Then he carried Chu Zhu back to the bedside. "It's cold. You've just started practicing martial arts, and your internal strength isn't enough to resist the cold. Put on two more layers of clothing."

Chu Zhuo sat on the edge of the bed, being helped to get dressed.

Finally, he tied the collar of the cloak, and with the boy nestled in his arms, Ying Ming felt a tickle in his heart. He turned his head, leaned close to Chu Zhuo's cheek, and gently pressed his lips against Chu Zhuo's: "Are you still cold?"

Chu Zhuo was suddenly kissed, and she smiled and her eyes crinkled. The next moment, her eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, and a passionate love emanated from her. She pointed her finger at someone's chest: "It's as hot as yours."

Ying Ming: "..."

Ying Ming was now restless all over, and it wasn't just "here" that felt hot.

Unfortunately, the timing wasn't right. He grabbed Chu Zhuo's finger, bit her soft fingertip in frustration, and whispered, "I want to propose marriage."

Chu Zhuo's face was beaming with a bright smile.

Before long, the noise from the junior brother's room subsided, and Lin Weiqu in the courtyard relaxed and focused on dealing with the men in black beside him.

The clash of weapons grew increasingly frequent.

The junior disciples were awakened by the noise and got out of bed. They grabbed their outer robes and put them on before quickly stepping out of their rooms.

Seeing that things were not going well, the man in black immediately turned and left, stepping into the courtyard.

Ying Ming's lightness skill was even faster. He landed firmly on the edge of the wall, turned around, and kicked him hard with the sole of his shoe.

"Ugh..." The man in black clutched his chest, vomiting blood as if his lungs were shattering. He rolled on the ground several times, unable to get up for a long time.

Lin Weiqu held a sword in his hand and walked step by step toward the man in black. The tip of the sword lifted the black cloth covering the lower half of the man's face.

It was a face that wasn't unfamiliar; Lin Weiqu had seen him before when he was with Yue Changhai. He hadn't appeared often and was good at hiding.

Ren Fengping found a hemp rope and tied the person up, sealing their mouth shut as well.

Lin Wei said, "Go back to sleep, everyone."

Qiao Yanyin asked, "Is Senior Brother injured?"

"It's alright, junior brothers and sisters, please don't worry." Lin Weiqu shook his head and explained a few more words, "I felt during the day that Yue Changhai probably wouldn't let it go, so I took precautions in advance."

After hearing Lin Weiqu recount what had happened during the day, the group was filled with rage.

This is the Alliance Leader's residence! To openly send assassins here is incredibly audacious. The Iron Palm Pavilion's actions are truly outrageous.

After Lin Weiqu finished speaking, he looked in the direction of his junior brother.

Chu Zhuo stood there unharmed, clearly looking as if Ying Ming had protected him well. He nodded to Lin Weiqu, exchanging reassuring expressions.

Lin Weiqu was completely calmed down and reassured his fellow disciples, then winked at Qiao Yanyin.

Qiao Yanyin received his gaze, nodded, and went into her own room.

It wasn't exactly a terrifying night. As soon as it was light, Lin Weiqu didn't hesitate and reported the matter to Alliance Leader Du.

If it were just him alone, he wouldn't hold a grudge unless absolutely necessary. He would teach them a lesson and they would both back down. But this involved Xiao Liu, his junior brother whom he had watched grow up.

Lin Weiqu had no intention of showing any leniency.