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

The word "hundred" (百) can be combined to form one, and from this one, all things are born. This suggests that the lily is indeed something special.

""no.""

The two women said in unison. They couldn't suppress the drug's effects themselves; how could they expect Chu Mingkong to do so?

Letting him out is tantamount to releasing a wild beast that is both capable of fighting and lustful for women. Moreover, his breath still carries some of the medicinal power of the aphrodisiac, which would make any ordinary woman fall for him. It is estimated that most of the women in the capital would be defiled within half a night.

He had just killed Gao Nanben's adopted son, who was now looking for trouble with Chu Mingkong. Given their current state, how could they possibly protect him?!

Zuo Qiuchi was thinking of tricking Fengying again. Her relationship with Chu Mingkong had been one of disrespectful behavior for a long time. When they were children, Chu Mingkong would throw tantrums and beg to be pinched. Now, she was just doing it again.

"Fengying, I won't take advantage of you. In fact, I'm at a disadvantage as your master. Whatever I do, you do too, how about that?"

Watching Zuo Qiuchi puff out her chest, Chu Mingkong felt ashamed. He knew what she was thinking, but he couldn't help but swallow shamefully, because it was indeed large. Feng Ying's breasts weren't as majestic as Zuo Qiuchi's, but they were still quite large.

Thinking about it carefully, it's actually been a long time since I've pinched the two of them.

Feng Ying glanced at her disdainfully, but because her cheeks were flushed, she looked as if she were exchanging glances with Zuo Qiuchi. Realizing this, Feng Ying looked away and ignored her. Give Chu Mingkong a handful? It's not like she hasn't done it before.

Silence fell in the room again, the restraint turning into an agonizing stalemate. They knew what to do, but not how.

Chu Mingkong couldn't take it anymore and got up, intending to go out to feel the night breeze to clear his head, or perhaps take a cold shower. But Feng Ying, afraid he wouldn't be able to resist going out, got up and pulled him back. The simple touch of their hands ignited something within them; the delicate, jade-like touch made him turn around and pin the alluring, boneless Feng Ying down on the soft couch.

Seeing his furrowed brows, Feng Ying tore open the cloth strip in front of him and saw that the purple wound had spread out with dark lines, like the fine legs of a centipede. Only then did she realize that he was also suppressing the medicinal power, and had already reached the limit of his ability to exert his power.

Holding her fair wrist, Chu Mingkong wasn't pushed away by Feng Ying, but she turned her face away. Chu Mingkong immediately regained some of her clarity.

“I don’t like taking advantage of people in their vulnerable state. Right now, you’re acting like you’re afraid I’ll die suddenly and you won’t be able to help you find your daughter, so you’re only helping me to release the effects of the drug. Since you didn’t mean it, then forget it… How about we try something different, like before?”

"it is good."

After Feng Ying agreed, she turned around, and Chu Mingkong felt dizzy as Feng Ying pressed him down onto the soft couch, making eye contact with him.

Feng Ying said to Zuo Qiuchi, "What you just said, that whatever I do, you do too, and you don't take advantage of me, does it still count?"

Zuo Qiuchi realized she'd been tricked; this woman and her apprentice had a past affair she was unaware of! It was worse than a guilty conscience!

"What?"

"Your apprentice is a skilled marksman, so cleaning his gun isn't unreasonable, is it?"

Chapter Twenty-Six: Stay and Be My Maid

The effects of the Hehuan Dew have finally been neutralized, restoring the balance of Yin and Yang... Although the official solution is to take it orally, both Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying took it orally.

However, after this joyous "filial piety" celebration dinner ended, the atmosphere changed somewhat. Zuo Qiuchi, who had been forced to take oral antidote in Haikou, made an excuse to go out for some fresh air and then disappeared.

Chu Mingkong and Feng Ying were left in the room, speechless.

"Your master has run away, aren't you going to go see her?"

Feng Ying's deep blue eyes met Chu Mingkong's gaze. Although her face did not show the shy blush described in the book, she looked away.

"Let's go later. It's better to hold off for now. I don't know what I'd say if I chased after her now. Given our past tit-for-tat relationship, if I apologize, I wonder if I should eat her seafood... By the way, is my master being shy?"

My impression of Zuo Qiuchi is that she is very carefree. There is not much of a separation between men and women when you are with her. "Big but brainless" is a very classic adjective. Zuo Qiuchi's figure perfectly matches "big", even a bit of a violation of the rules. As for "brainless"... judging from her casual manner, she does have that meaning. But how "brainless" can someone who suddenly becomes a sword immortal after halfway through life really be?

Nana used to not care when she was caught, probably because she didn't take it to heart when a cat or dog touched her.

Feng Ying glanced in the direction Zuo Qiuchi had left and said, "I don't know, but as a woman, I understand that you can't pretend nothing happened, even if she says it's okay."

"Are you implying that I can't treat you like it's nothing, even though something like this happened before?"

Chu Mingkong scrutinized Feng Ying, admiring her face while waiting for her reply. Perhaps it was the "fine wine" she'd been drinking, but the spring-like glow that had recently graced her face had melted away her long-standing coldness, giving her a resemblance to her former allure—a mischievous charm that could steal a man's heart with a single glance. Even knowing that her displayed "allure" might just be a clever ploy, he still wanted to experience that seductive trick to the fullest.

To be honest, Chu Mingkong really likes this kind of liquor, the more the better, but the premise is that the person has to like it.

Why aren't you saying anything?

Chu Mingkong moved a few steps closer to her, but Feng Ying lifted her fair, delicate foot and stepped on his chest, pulling him back a bit. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with a smirk:

"Don't flatter yourself. Once you've tasted a young chicken, what's the point of eating an old one? Do you expect me to give myself to you, or are you mistaking my expedient gesture for a heartfelt attempt to please you, hmm?"

Your enthusiastic performance just now was quite different from your current stubbornness. However, after this rebuttal, Feng Ying will probably say it's the Hehuan Dew that's the problem.

"However, the matter of Gao Nanben's son being smashed to death just now is still a bit troublesome."

"Now that you've calmed down, are you scared?"

"What's there to be scared about?" Chu Mingkong said nonchalantly, holding her bare feet in his hands. "What I'm worried about is what will happen if Gao Nanben comes to investigate the mansion whenever he has nothing to do. Why don't you stay at my mansion from now on?"

"You really want me to be your maid after just one act?"

"This way, it will be easier for you to find your daughter in the future. If you need my help with any clues, I will cooperate without hesitation. I will also spare some time to collect clues about your daughter. What do you think?"

Chu Mingkong looked at her sincerely, then reached out and tried to cradle her other foot in his arms, but Feng Ying's foot dodged away.

"Really?" she asked. "Don't get your hopes up about how the maid will try to please you!"

"Indeed, she only needs to occasionally appear as a maid, and she doesn't have to deal with any trivial matters. She is provided with good food and lodging."

Chu Mingkong reached out and grabbed her jade-like feet again. This time, Feng Ying's feet did not dodge, but let him hold them. They were warm and smooth to the touch, and the toenails on her toes were as clear as crystal, flawless and shiny.

He looked at the barely touched food on the table and said:

"A perfectly good meal has been delayed for so long because of this unexpected event, and the food has gotten cold... Are you hungry? If you are, I'll go heat it up?"

Restaurant food is also divided into different grades. The same dish can be made into a simple stir-fry if it is flavorful. If you pay more, it will be made to look, smell, and taste delicious. Just looking at it is a pleasure. You may get tired of it if you eat too much, but unless it is not to your liking, you will not not want to eat a bite after seeing it.

Fengying glanced at the food. She did have the urge to eat, and the food looked quite appetizing. Unfortunately, the sticky feeling in her mouth and the lingering taste on her palate suddenly made her lose her appetite.

"Forget it, I won't eat. Just give me a room tonight."

"What else do you need to arrange? I'll give you the best room." Chu Mingkong looked at his bed.

If you were to ask which room in the Prince's mansion was the most extravagant and luxurious, which room could it be? This place is overflowing with extravagance.

Fengying saw through his thoughts, pretended not to know, and covered her ample breasts with a look of flattery and fear, saying in a "terrified" tone:

"This room is for me? That's really unsettling. Please find another room for yourself, Your Highness."

The woman withdrew her pair of delicate, white feet from Chu Mingkong's embrace and left the room, presumably to get some fresh air. Chu Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief; could this be considered a slight relaxation of Feng Ying's guard?

He looked at the half-empty bottle of Acacia Dew, not quite understanding Zhong Feihuang's intentions, but one thing was certain: she was indeed a kind elder who had done him a great favor! He would have to thank her again another day.

I don't know how the Cui family came to have such a treasure. Although the Hehuan Dew is not a proper medicine, its quality has reached the second level. Whether it is proper or not is no longer important. This is a rare treasure that is hard to find in the world!

He picked up the wine pot and shook it, then froze. "I still have half a bottle of Hehuan Dew!"

Fengying's voice came from outside the door: "I took that half bottle of filth. I'm going to make an antidote. Don't even think about using this stuff on me again."

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Gao Nan returned to the Nightblade Division, but even with her eyes closed, she could still see the voice and image of her adopted son, and the hatred in her heart was hard to dispel.

The Nightblade Division wielded immense power, its actions representing the Emperor's authority. While it couldn't command the same level of respect from princes and nobles as when the Emperor himself was present, everyone who saw the Nightblade Division's highest-ranking officers—the Commander and Deputy Commander—had to show them a degree of deference. Ordinary officials, upon hearing of his arrival, would anxiously come out to greet him personally, even at midnight.

Unexpectedly, tonight, without saying a word, Chu Mingkong killed his adopted son with a single blow right in front of him.

boom--

Gao Nan slammed his fist on the table in anger, turning it into dust. He stared silently into the empty space.

His advisor stepped forward, embarrassed, and said, "My lord, this matter should be handled gradually. Chu Mingkong is protected by the Giant Sword Immortal, who recently clashed with a temple in the outer city, indicating he is still near the capital. The Emperor dares not act rashly because of the Giant Sword Immortal. If we could sow discord between Chu Mingkong and the Giant Sword Immortal..."

How to sow discord?

"I have already heard about it, and it will be verified soon."

Chapter Twenty-Seven: So Wild in the Middle of the Night?

Chu Mingkong rinsed off, changed his clothes, and went out to find his master. When he was being detoxified, he had left some of his scent, which wasn't very presentable when he was out in public.

Especially since there are cultivators in this world, who, to put it nicely, have strong perception, or to put it bluntly, have a keen sense of smell, few men from those brothels dare to go out without bathing, otherwise they will be met with a bunch of mysterious stares wherever they go.

While packing his clothes, Chu Mingkong picked up the white tiger totem jade he had exchanged, wondering what it was for. Unfortunately, there were no instructions for use, except for sensing the lightning-attribute spiritual energy contained within it.

Hmm, Chu Mingkong thought this Five Elements was quite strange. It was named Azure Thunder, but it belonged to the Wood element.

"There's no reaction even after I infused it with spiritual energy. Could it be that I bought a decoration?"

Despite his regret, Chu Mingkong treated it as if he had been tricked, placed the Thunder Jade next to the vase as an ornament, and then went out to look for Zuo Qiuchi.

After he left, Fengying, who was strolling and deep in thought in the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, suddenly sensed a familiar aura—the aura of the inherited totem from her ancestral land.

A hint of doubt flashed in her beautiful turquoise eyes, which resembled cat eyes in the moonlight.

Feng Ying released her senses, and her spiritual power spread out from her center, instantly sweeping through every corner of the palace, before converging on a delicate and translucent piece of lightning-attribute jade.

She went to Chu Mingkong's bedroom, reached out and picked up the jade; the totem aura on it was unmistakable.

"How could Chu Mingkong possess this jade...?"

Fengying was born in a tribal village, a tribe that worshipped the Azure Thunder and White Tiger totems, but which has since been destroyed. The tribe didn't have many rules, but the established rules were unchangeable.

The person who possesses the Azure Thunder and White Tiger totem jade needs to be guided by the people of the tribe to grow into someone capable of assuming the role of tribal chief.

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Chu Mingkong searched for a long time and finally found Zuo Qiuchi on the roof of the bell tower in the outer city.

The capital city is vast, and from this bell tower, one can enjoy panoramic views of the city and the beautiful mountains and rivers beyond the city.

Following Zuo Qiuchi's gaze, Chu Mingkong discovered that it was a temple. He had sneaked out to relax, but he hadn't forgotten to set his sights on the female bodhisattva.

Given what had happened, it was understandable that the atmosphere was somewhat delicate. Fortunately, Chu Mingkong had already thought about how to start the conversation on his way here, and communicated in the style most suitable for the master and disciple.

Chu Mingkong sat down next to the woman. Although their shoulders were still some distance apart, their buttocks touched first. Chu Mingkong looked down at his master's round buttocks, which were much wider than his shoulders, but did not move away and continued to sit next to her.

“Master, I’ve thought about it, and I realize I did take advantage of you this time. Although the detoxification was part of it, the fact is I put my unruly medicinal ingredient in your mouth. How about this, you put it in mine once, and we’ll mutually…”

Before he could finish speaking, Zuo Qiuchi kicked him away, sending him flying quite a distance. Fortunately, he didn't leave the city. He quickly climbed back up the bell tower and sat down next to Zuo Qiuchi again, without saying anything more, keeping her company as she looked at the temple.

Zuo Qiuchi was the person he had spent the most time with during this period, but he still couldn't quite understand her.

Years ago, she came to the Xiling Prince's mansion to teach him swordsmanship, but she only stayed to obtain a precious sword from the mansion's treasury. At that time, the master-disciple relationship was actually a transaction. Later, she went around challenging other schools and reaching the pinnacle of the greatsword style, all of which were the result of her own efforts and had little to do with the Xiling Prince's mansion.

Even under these circumstances, she still appeared to rescue him and help him all the way, but never made any demands. It's unknown what she was asking for by staying behind.

If he were to say that he had fallen for her, Chu Mingkong would like to explain it that way, but he himself couldn't believe it. When they were children practicing swordsmanship together, he was always focused on idling around with her and taking advantage of her.