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

These "out-of-control" chills did not harm Chu Mingkong, but Shen Xuejun's close-fitting dress was affected. Under the influence of the icy spiritual energy, the semi-transparent parts of the white fabric were spreading.

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful young woman's dress became as thin as gauze, making her voluptuous curves even more defined. The cherry-pink color of her snow-white skin was faintly visible, and the white stockings on her long, jade-like legs became even more transparent. The already thin and silky fabric could not withstand the influence of the icy spiritual energy, and suddenly a hole appeared, revealing the beauty of her plump and lustrous thighs.

The hole in the stocking was like the first tremor before an avalanche; before Chu Mingkong could react, the now-transparent stocking "melted" into nothingness.

When someone gets angry, someone always suffers. Chu Mingkong didn't suffer; his master's wife's stockings took the blame for him.

Looking at Shen Xuejun again, her noble and beautiful face still wore that cold and indifferent expression.

Chu Mingkong knew there was no way to avoid it, and he could only continue making the same mistake. Following what his master's wife had just said, and with a relentless, almost suicidal tone, he pressed on:

"Master's wife, I just don't understand your mood. What's the reason? Is it because I unintentionally broke some 'rules'?"

“You did take your master’s wife’s words to heart, which broke the ‘rules,’ but it really wasn’t your fault; it was an accident…”

Not everything can be taken as a 'rule' by Shen Xuejun.

"Accident?"

“Yes, Yunhan shouldn’t have entered the Divine Soul Realm so early. This problem was solved too quickly because you, Mingkong, were by her side. Her ‘predicament’ should have been part of the sect’s inheritance. This matter is so important that it is one of Master’s wife’s ‘rules’.”

But you unfortunately broke that promise. It's hard to find another disciple as outstanding as her.

Chu Mingkong suddenly remembered something from back then. When Yunhan mentioned that her cultivation was facing a bottleneck, Zuo Qiuchi had analyzed it for her.

At that time, Zuo Qiuchi had a pretty good idea that it might be Shen Xuejun's doing, to make her continue to calm down and wait.

Now it seems Zuo Qiuchi was right, and judging from the outcome, it was more important that Yunhan didn't break through to the Divine Soul Realm than that she did...

"The sect's heritage... May I inquire about this matter in detail?" Chu Mingkong was concerned about this point of doubt.

"No, even the core elders of the Wenqing Pavilion wouldn't know. Originally, Yunhan would have found out later."

So, does that mean it's not possible now?

If it were anyone else, Chu Mingkong would definitely stick to his current attitude and continue to dig deeper, but his master's wife is different.

She would answer any question Chu Mingkong asked, but if she said she wouldn't answer, she would never respond a second time.

“That day, Master’s wife did lose her composure. When Yunhan greeted me and mentioned that she had cultivated with you, Master’s wife was already thinking about how to handle the matter. But when she heard Yunhan mention that ‘cultivation’ with you again, Master’s wife was really angry.”

It's been such a long time since my teacher's wife has felt this way; she's almost forgotten what it feels like to be angry.

But this really isn't your fault, Mingkong, you don't need to be nervous.

Even after hearing his master's wife say that, Chu Mingkong, who had always been so arrogant, didn't dare to raise his head any further.

He slunk down Shen Xuejun's smooth, jade-like legs, took out a pair of white stockings and put them on her. The stockings soon became as transparent as gauze again, but at least they weren't torn.

Chu Mingkong knew he couldn't just pretend nothing had happened because his master's wife said she didn't blame him; he had to hold onto her beautiful white-stockinged legs tightly.

"Is there a solution? Although my master's wife said it wasn't my fault, I want to share her anger."

"No."

The response was simple and concise, consisting of only two words. The crisp and decisive tone left Chu Mingkong with no room for illusion.

This put him in a difficult position, because dealing with unpleasant emotions meant either making amends or waiting for time to dilute those emotions.

The former means solving the problem, but Chu Mingkong doesn't even know the specific problem, and his master's wife is not one to exaggerate the severity of the problem. Most likely, even if Chu Mingkong knew the specific problem, he wouldn't be able to solve it, unless Yun Han, who is at the pre-divine soul realm, could appear now.

The latter means giving up, but there is a prerequisite: that the bad thing mentioned by the master's wife can gradually fade from view and shift the focus. But this matter seems to be related to the sect's inheritance. Can it really be forgotten so easily?

No, there's another, less-than-ideal method—venting.

Venting won't solve the problem, nor will it make you forget it, but it can at least temporarily improve your mood!

He swallowed hard, glancing with heartache at his vitals. Seemingly sensing the gaze from above, those below shrank back nervously, no longer daring to flaunt their arrogance.

“Master’s wife, how about I break off some corn cobs for you to play with, so you can vent your anger?”

Thanks to his strong physique, Chu Mingkong could still endure this pain, and his self-healing speed was even comparable to the speed at which Shen Xuejun broke him.

The beautiful woman, however, was staring intently at Chu Mingkong, scrutinizing him as if she were genuinely considering the matter, which made Chu Mingkong feel a little uneasy.

She reached out and took Xiao Mingkong's hand in hers. The soft, delicate touch of her skin made Xiao Mingkong, unaware of the danger, crane his neck to look up.

In the silence, the voluptuous and aloof young woman pulled Chu Mingkong back into her arms. She hooked her jade-like foot, reached out and took off one of her stockings, and tied it into a knot on Chu Mingkong's thigh as if tying a ribbon to a sword.

Chu Mingkong's forehead was beaded with sweat. Before he could ask for clarification, he heard Shen Xuejun say:

"Mingkong, during the days that Master's wife is temporarily staying in Xiling, you must not cultivate with Yunhan without her permission. Do you understand?"

Is this request directed at him, or at Yunhan?

“...I understand, but Yunhan is uneasy and eager to improve her strength to deal with those Buddhist monks. It’s not easy to dissuade her.”

"Your master's wife will help you deal with it!"

“…Okay.” Facing his teacher’s wife’s gaze, Chu Mingkong nodded repeatedly.

"Good boy." Shen Xuejun patted Chu Mingkong's head, and held his jade hand with her other hand, moving it up and down slowly. "Then let's save some more antidote for Ruyu now, but you are not allowed to release the antidote before your master's wife says it's okay."

"Hmm." Chu Mingkong swallowed.

"Then take out the note now and tell Yunhan that you will be in seclusion here with your master's wife for a day or two, listening to her teachings, and not going anywhere else."

"In a couple of days, your teacher's wife should feel better."

As the aloof and noble beauty finished speaking, icy spiritual energy condensed on the table into several ice crystal containers, as beautiful as luminous cups.

Presumably, this is the container where Ru Yu will store the antidote; describing it as a luminous cup isn't quite accurate...

Because these are jars,

Wine jar.

Chu Mingkong's young face was filled with blankness, astonishment, shock, fear, and helplessness.

It seems that the master's wife is really angry...

Chapter 231 The Iceberg Master and Disciple Have Really Started Fighting Each Other!

"Mingkong, explain exactly how you and Yunhan cultivated your spiritual essence, and what preparations you made?"

The voice of his master's wife came, sounding as if it came from another world. Chu Mingkong, who was suppressed under his master's wife, racked his brains to understand what this simple sentence meant.

This sounds exaggerated, but the two wine jars, one already sealed and full, and the other half-filled, were the culprits behind his current impaired mental state...

His brains were practically drained by his teacher's wife.

Even though the lovemaking technique he practiced had a significant effect on concentrating essence and kidneys, and the physique of a high-level cultivator was incredibly strong, his technique could only achieve the effect of continuous life through the flow of energy when a man and woman truly engaged in lovemaking.

The fact that the master's wife is acting this way is basically entirely based on the cultivator's physique.

"Preparing... Yunhan changed into a nicer one... and offered to let me touch her buttocks..." Chu Mingkong's words were utter nonsense, completely irrelevant to the question.

The elegant and aloof voluptuous woman showed no anger, and seemed quite satisfied with his current dizzy state. However, she was also paying attention to Chu Mingkong's physical condition and, seeing that he really needed to recover, took out a bottle of excellent healing medicine.

Giving Chu Mingkong any elixirs other than the Aphrodisiac would be a waste. It would be an optimistic estimate if his extremely yin energy could retain half of the medicinal properties, but the icy beauty showed no pity whatsoever.

"Good boy, drink the medicine."

Chu Mingkong turned his head. Under the oppressive presence of his master's wife's sexy body, Chu Mingkong could not see the medicinal liquid because everything in front of him was pitch black.

This brings us to his current situation.

After Shen Xuejun squeezed a jar of hand-drip medicine, a concentrated expression of maternal love, for her daughter, her hand became a little sore, so she switched to another method to continue dispensing the medicine...

At that moment, Shen Xuejun lay prone on the soft couch, her long, slender, fair legs pressed tightly together, trapping Chu Mingkong's whisk between her thighs. Chu Mingkong's body was almost completely crushed and swallowed by his master's wife's delicate body, with only his two pink arms exposed, instinctively hugging his master's wife's beautiful back.

"Master's wife... I can't drink it." Chu Mingkong's entire head was submerged in the beautiful woman's plump, jade-like mounds, all he could see was darkness, and all he could smell was her fragrant body.

Shen Xuejun thought about it and agreed. After running over him for so long, she rarely sat up and helped Chu Mingkong up as well, but she didn't let him leave her side even an inch.

Clamp where it should be clamped, and bury where it should be buried.

She poured the fragrant medicinal liquid between her collarbones, and the cool liquid flowed gently onto Chu Mingkong's face, making him more alert as he sipped the Ice Peak Jade Dew little by little.

The bittersweet medicinal liquid flowed over Shen Xuejun's fair skin, seemingly carrying a unique flavor. Her slightly dejected head once again became excited with full vigor.

As Chu Mingkong drank the medicine, the phrase that came to mind was:

The sound of water gurgling and cascading between the two peaks can be heard; this is the Brewing Spring.

However, upon regaining his senses, Chu Mingkong realized that his previous answer had been irrelevant.

The master's wife was curious about the "preparation work," which was probably how Yunhan suffered extreme yin injury to his soul. Why did he answer that there was such a thing as foreplay?

Moreover, the fact that his sister Yunhan changed into a bellyband happened later, and it seems that Fengying even encouraged it. The bellyband was open and sexy, and his mind was completely confused...

Yuehe is right, Master's wife is indeed in great danger!

"Master's wife, I've been cooped up for too long. Can I grow back to my original size? A bigger head makes it easier to think things through." As he spoke, he slowly drank the medicine that smelled of frankincense.

"Okay, your master's wife didn't forbid you from turning back." Shen Xuejun loosened her grip slightly, no longer holding him tightly in her arms.

After being crushed for more than a day, Chu Mingkong finally returned to normal. He felt a mix of emotions, recalling those dark and hopeless days trapped under Shen Xuejun.

It is said that Master's wife never wanted him to turn back, but ever since that demonic fetus, she seems to care less about whether he turns back into a child or not.

"Yunhan's soul was injured by extreme Yin energy. She relied on a fragment obtained from the East Sea Abyss. After returning to Xiling, she also received guidance from Yuehe, ensuring that she was as safe as possible before attempting the experiment..."

Although I wanted to refuse, since the consequences would be irreversible if the risk actually occurred, Yunhan insisted on treating my soul injuries, so I forced her to try...

The next step was naturally to break through the spiritual realm. With her sister's unwavering dedication to absorbing the essence and her diligent efforts, her realm increased rapidly!

"The Moon River guides us through..."

Shen Xuejun murmured to herself. It seemed that Yunhan had really stumbled upon an opportunity. During the Yin Time, which was a rare occurrence, such a strange Buddha fruit sprouted in the Extreme Abyss Trench. Then, the cat's "young mother" also ran out. Many coincidences combined to enable her to break through her divine soul cultivation on her own.

It was less an accident and more a matter of destiny.

"Then how does Yuehe control the Extreme Yin Injury? Ancient times shouldn't have discovered a way to control the power of Extreme Yin either," Shen Xuejun continued to ask.

Chu Mingkong didn't think these questions were anything special, so he answered them one by one.

"Using the divine sword in the Moon Eclipse Kingdom to absorb the knowledge and wisdom of the Moon River Goddess... Is there really such a method? How could it be something the Moon River Goddess planned?"

Shen Xuejun was unusually surprised, and then her doubts returned to Chu Mingkong himself.

"Mingkong, where did you get this kind of dual cultivation technique between men and women? You shouldn't have had any contact with the Hehuan Sect."

If the person in question was his master's wife, Chu Mingkong would feel a little uneasy even when lying.