Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

As for this dagger, it contains a strange magic circle... As I understand it, this dagger is a poisoned weapon.

Chu Mingkong walked closer, examining the exquisite dagger with a puzzled look, and asked curiously:

"A dagger with a blade coated in deadly poison, which you then lick with your tongue?"

"???" Wei Hai looked bewildered.

"Brother Wei Hai, I was just joking, don't take it to heart, please continue." Chu Mingkong stopped interrupting, mainly because the mention of a poisoned dagger immediately brought that scene to his mind.

"This dagger is designed to harm its wielder. The inner magic array of the hilt is strange. It will not cause any problems if used normally, but if too much spiritual power is injected, the hilt will break and release the poison inside. Some of the insidious witchcraft artifacts recorded by the Wei family mention this design."

Chu Mingkong nodded in sudden realization:

"So that's how it is. She wanted me to use this dagger to kill her after I disarmed her with my bare hands, so she could easily ambush me. The female assassin is indeed cunning; I can't outsmart her."

However, looking back on today's battle, Chu Mingkong had some regrets. He hadn't handled some details well. Several times he tried to free his hand to touch the other woman's butt, and carelessly gave her the opportunity, almost causing an accident. But that female assassin really had a great figure.

Chu Mingkong handed over the information about "The Phantom of the Bone" to Wei Hai to investigate, and he went back to rest for the time being.

As soon as Chu Mingkong stepped out of the pavilion, he noticed an eagle flying in the sky. He pretended to practice his swordsmanship on the spot, but Xu Huang secretly drew his bow and shot the eagle in the head.

"It's that eagle that likes to shit on people's heads again! Die!"

Fengying: "..."

......

It was late at night, in the bedroom, on the bed.

Chu Mingkong couldn't sleep because he was wearing a full suit of armor, not because it was uncomfortable or because he was afraid, but because he was a little excited.

Lately, women have been incredibly tempting to him.

A while ago, he was playing around with his newly recognized Master Zuo. Zuo Qiuchi would touch his chest, and he would touch her back. And today, that female assassin even flaunted her snow-white legs in front of him. Chu Mingkong was a little unsettled.

While it's interesting to ponder the intricacies of this weapon, such normal physiological needs are inevitable!

He's still young, and losing his virginity would be too much of a loss for his future development; it's not worth it.

"Sigh, I might as well seek guidance myself! Be a wise person, not a coward!"

Chu Mingkong took off the armor he always wore and casually threw it on the ground as if he had discarded his armor. Then he took out his treasured literary books from under his pillow.

--enlighten!

On the roof beam, Feng Ying, who had vanished into the darkness, looked at everything that was happening below with a bewildered expression.

A cute little pink boy suddenly popped out of that metal shell?!

And this boy was doing *that* kind of thing...

Hearing the occasional cry from below, "Sister, step on me with your feet!", Feng Ying found it hard to believe that this little boy had driven her to such a desperate situation!

She was genuinely both amused and exasperated. Yes, the rumored prince of Xiling was around this age, but when she first met him, he was wearing heavy armor, and Feng Ying had completely forgotten about it.

Looking at the young prince, Feng Ying felt a desire to take revenge and tease him. She sprinkled aphrodisiac powder in the room and waited for the effects of the drug to take hold.

As Chu Mingkong practiced his spiritual cultivation, holding a pistol in one hand and a book of sages in the other, a seductive fragrance wafted through his nostrils, and a woman's slender and alluring figure appeared on the table without him noticing.

A jade-like foot stepped on him, and the woman looked at him with a charming and teasing gaze:

"Keep yelling, yell 'Sister, step on me!'"

Interlude: Fragrant Breeze and Alluring Shadows (Part Four)

As Zuo Qiuchi listened to what he said, she thought to herself that this kid really didn't hide anything, daring to tell her such shameful things.

While appreciating Chu Mingkong's frankness, Zuo Qiuchi turned his head to look at his young apprentice who was clinging to his leg, and said with considerable disdain:

"There's been a lot going on. How did they manage to keep this a secret for so long? I had no idea such a thing existed."

Chu Mingkong held tightly to Zuo Qiuchi's black-stockinged legs and wouldn't let go. He had just casually taken out a pair of glossy stockings for Zuo Qiuchi, the color of which slightly affected the original fair skin of Zuo Qiuchi's legs. But it was all about aesthetics; as long as he held her, the warmth of her body and the curves of her jade-like legs were beautiful.

He wasn't ashamed at all; on the contrary, he chuckled and said:

"I can't go around saying this, right... I misspoke just now. It happened so long ago that I've almost forgotten everything. If it weren't for you wearing these socks and shoes, Master, I definitely wouldn't remember. It wouldn't work even if someone else wore them!"

"I really don't know what's so good about these filthy, charcoal-colored socks. The color looks like they've been smeared with oil..." Despite saying this, Zuo Qiuchi felt that the socks were actually quite comfortable to wear.

Although this fabric stretches and clings to the skin, a stark contrast to the loose fit of traditional riding breeches and culottes, you'll quickly forget about the clinginess after wearing it for a while, feeling as if you're not wearing anything at all—it's lightweight and comfortable.

Hearing Zuo Qiuchi's words, Chu Mingkong found them very reasonable. He crawled out from under his master's white dress, took out another pair of white silk stockings from his storage ring, and said with great concern for his master:

"I also think they look dirty and ugly. Master, please change into white stockings. Look, Yunhan is wearing white stockings too, and they look quite good! These shiny black stockings are really ugly, change them!"

Zuo Qiuchi pinched Chu Mingkong's cheek, pulled him from his lap into his arms, and chuckled:

"And what happened next? After that guy Kazekage sprinkled powder in your room, don't even think about changing the subject!"

Chu Mingkong started to renege, making it difficult for him:

"I can't quite remember. I might need Master to change to white silk to help me recall the second half. I'm not kidding. After my body shrank, my brain also shrank. I can't remember anything without some stimulation."

Zuo Qiuchi was speechless. Watching little Chu Mingkong wriggle and throw a tantrum in her arms, he really did resemble her own mischievous childhood self. She wondered if his brain had truly shrunk and his personality had regressed, or if Chu Mingkong was now taking advantage of his small size, feeling like he wasn't "himself" and therefore unafraid of embarrassment. He wasn't normally like this…

Although Chu Mingkong is usually a bit shameless, he would never beg so blatantly, to the point of being shameless.

Zuo Qiuchi took out a viewing stone. Besides allowing for short-range "spying," this stone could also be used to preserve images. She infused it with spiritual energy, activating the viewing stone, and then, looking at the little Chu Mingkong in her arms with a playful expression, mimicked the wind shadow he mentioned in stories, saying:

“Come here, hug me, then look up at me and say, ‘Master Sister, I want to see you change into white socks.’”

Chu Mingkong's subconscious told him that this behavior was inappropriate and would have endless consequences, but his mind seemed to be short-circuited, unable to pinpoint what was wrong, as if he couldn't recall the sense of shame that an adult should have. While the rationality deep within Chu Mingkong's consciousness still hesitated, he had already subconsciously done as Zuo Qiuchi had said.

"Master Sister, I want to see you change into white socks~"

Seeing the boy acting coquettishly towards her, Zuo Qiuchi's heart, protected by a thick layer of snow-white fat, felt as if it had been struck by an arrow, causing her to lose her composure. Fortunately, she recovered in time.

She was now certain that although Chu Mingkong seemed calm and composed after shrinking, there were still some differences between him and Feng Ying. No wonder he was willing to tell her all the details about his relationship with Feng Ying.

Hopefully, once he recovers, he will still be able to clearly remember what he said today.

"Then come and help me change, and we can continue the story once you're done."

Zuo Qiuchi sat up and turned her legs toward him. Chu Mingkong immediately climbed into his master's skirt, took off her original socks, and then considerately helped her put on white stockings over her long, beautiful legs, continuing to talk about him and Feng Ying.

Zuo Qiuchi admired the scene inside the viewing stone, silently adding a restriction, planning to have someone from the Immortal Treasure Pavilion show it to Xiao Yunhan later.

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Fengying's two jade feet were stacked one on top of the other. One jade foot was placed under the young prince's thing, supporting him with the instep, while the other foot was placed on top, the soft and warm forefoot gently grinding against him.

Seeing the boy who had been fierce and arrogant during the day now blushing and kneeling before her without daring to move, Feng Ying felt a surge of excitement deep within her.

"Hmm, still don't want to call me?" Feng Ying placed one hand under Chu Mingkong's cheek, her slender fingers pressing against his small mouth and slowly pressing down on his tongue.

To deal with this brash child, Fengying came up with a plan and increased the force of her kicks.

The dexterity of the toes gradually became apparent.

Chu Mingkong's face grew increasingly strange and flushed. He realized something was wrong. This woman had put some kind of aphrodisiac powder in his room, and she seemed to possess some kind of alluring constitution. During their intimate contact with her feet, Chu Mingkong found himself becoming more sensitive...

The woman's background must be extraordinary to have been able to sneak into his room, but her current actions seem unnecessary.

"What is your purpose!" Chu Mingkong gritted his teeth, his pupils reflecting the image of the beautiful woman tossing and playing with the dagger, and dared not make a move.

He had no weapons with him, and now he no longer had a suit of armor to protect him from this woman's dagger.

"My purpose? I did have something more important to discuss with you, but when I thought about how I, a little brat like you, had driven me to such a state, what if I didn't get my revenge and one day I went mad with inner demons?"

Fengying's physique allows her to make her opponent's weaknesses more apparent through contact—this is her greatest advantage in combat, and also an assassin's most unique talent. However, the way this physique exposes weaknesses is by making the opponent more sensitive, which makes this physique seem rather strange. If Gu Mei hadn't taken her in when she was young, she'd probably be a prostitute in some brothel by now.

After a brief exploration, Feng Ying had already figured out the young prince's weakness from his facial expressions.

Just as Chu Mingkong was about to be pushed to the brink, Feng Ying suddenly stopped. She remained still, leaving Chu Mingkong stuck in an awkward position.

"If you want to continue, do you know what to call me? If you behave well, there will be other good things to come!"

This time, Chu Mingkong suffered his first setback since arriving in this world, but he thought to himself, it doesn't seem like a loss, let him shout if he wants.

"...My sister stepped on me."

Interlude: Fragrant Breeze and Alluring Shadows (Part 5)

Chu Mingkong is not a casual person; he is a rather strict one.

Not just any woman is entitled to step on his feet. It's not enough for a woman to be pretty; her feet have to be pretty too.

It's difficult to find a clear standard or template for evaluating beautiful feet, but there are some commonalities. Just as there are all kinds of beautiful women, there are all kinds of beautiful feet. In terms of "form," the lines of a woman's feet are smooth and graceful. In terms of "color," aside from a few dark-skinned beauties or those with wheat-colored skin, fair skin is almost the standard.

The female assassin who attacked him had a pair of exceptionally beautiful feet. There were no bulging veins on her feet, and the curves of her ankles and arches were elegant and unique. When she stretched them out, they were as graceful as a white swan. At first glance, they were slender but not thin, plump and well-proportioned, without any bloated fatness or thinness with bulging veins. The light shining on them appeared even, and when viewed in the shadows, the skin of her feet even had a translucent, rosy glow.

The so-called jade foot refers to the crystal-clear part of the jade.

After Chu Mingkong cried out in shame, the female assassin fulfilled her promise, resting her chin on her hand and gently pressing down on the grinding stone to help Chu Mingkong release the pressure.

Fengying sat on the table, her fair and rounded legs crossed, sticky fluid dripping from her toes.

She lightly rubbed her feet together, her eyes sparkling with allure as she gazed intriguedly at the young prince with his rosy lips and white teeth before her.

"Just a moment ago she was pouting like a little girl who'd been bullied, but now she's glaring fiercely at her older sister?"

Fengying didn't dislike his stubbornness. In the past, when dealing with enemies, the sharp blade aimed at their throats was her language. But she never thought that one day she would face such a cute little boy as her formidable foe, and that the way to make him submit would be like this.

Chu Mingkong kept a watchful eye on her dagger out of the corner of her eye, and asked:

"Who sent you? Was it the Princess Consort of Chu?"

Hmm? Princess Consort of Chu?

From the few words exchanged, Feng Ying guessed that there was probably some conflict within the Chu Prince's Mansion regarding the selection of the heir. She had never seen such troubles in a large family, nor was she interested in them, especially in her small town or tribe.

"I have no interest in doing business with royal families like yours in the Celestial Empire. The risks and rewards are not equal."

It seems they really weren't sent by his mother... Chu Mingkong had already made up his mind, but he was genuinely relieved to receive an answer from them. Then another question arose: if they weren't here to assassinate him, then what were they here for?

"Then what is your purpose?"

"A martial arts manual, the martial arts manual of the Xiling Army."