188: Chapter 188 Master Arrives: Chen'er, Your Master Also Needs to Check

"A blank sheet of paper is best for painting."

Xu Chen held Jiang Liuli in his arms, watching Mo Han's retreating figure. Before he could retract the meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth, a clear, cold, yet somewhat tsundere-like sword cry abruptly rang out beyond the Bedchamber.

*Clang—!*

The sword cry was crisp and pleasant, carrying no killing intent, yet it exuded a solitary pride that seemed capable of severing all worldly bonds.

Immediately after, a faint fragrance of lotus flowers wafted in with the breeze, instantly overpowering the lingering amorous atmosphere within the hall.

"Oh, it seems the Young Emperors Palace is quite lively today."

A voice, cold as an icy spring yet faintly tinged with a hint of sourness, came through.

Xu Chen and Jiang Liuli looked up simultaneously.

They saw that an exquisitely beautiful figure had appeared at the Bedchamber's entrance, though no one knew when.

The newcomer wore a loose, snow-white Taoist robe. Her long, dark hair was casually tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands falling by her temples, adding a touch of lazy beauty.

It was none other than his Sword Immortal master, Ye Qingwu, who had recently emerged from her postpartum confinement.

Unlike Jiang Liuli's enchanting voluptuousness, Ye Qingwu always carried an ethereal, otherworldly aura about her.

But at this moment, the gaze of this usually lofty master was fixed intently on Xu Chen's arm wrapped around Jiang Liuli's waist. Her eyes were sharp as swords, as if she wanted to bore two holes through the back of Xu Chen's hand.

"Master?"

Xu Chen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled with utmost naturalness, "How come you're here? How is your recovery? Your disciple was just planning to visit you later."

"Visit me?"

Ye Qingwu gave a light humph and stepped into the hall.

As she moved, the originally loose, body-concealing Taoist robe rippled like water.

Xu Chen's gaze instantly sharpened.

As an experienced veteran with countless women, he keenly noticed that his master's Taoist robe today... seemed a bit off.

Although the fabric was top-quality heavenly silk, wasn't its translucency a bit too high?

Moreover, beneath that robe, it seemed... aside from a layer of cicada-wing-thin inner garment, there was nothing else?

The alluring curves faintly visible with her steps, and the occasional glimpse of breathtaking snow-white skin peeking from the collar, practically spelled out four big characters in glaring light—'came prepared'.

"I think you're too happy to think of returning,"

Ye Qingwu walked up to the two of them. Her gaze swept over Jiang Liuli's rosy complexion and surging aura, and the sourness in her eyes grew stronger.

"Sister Liuli's complexion is truly enviably good."

She looked at Jiang Liuli with a half-smile, "It seems last night's so-called 'healing treatment' was quite effective?"

They were all experienced women; who didn't know what was what?

Jiang Liuli's cheeks flushed slightly at her words, but she couldn't lose in presence.

She straightened up from Xu Chen's embrace, covering her mouth with a light laugh: "Sister, you jest. My husband was just concerned about my weak constitution, so he expended his origin power to help regulate my meridians. If sister is also feeling unwell, I'm sure my husband would be willing to offer his services."

These words practically redirected the 'battlefield' straight onto Xu Chen.

Xu Chen felt a sudden tightness around his waist and a chill down his spine.

"Hmph."

Ye Qingwu lifted her chin with a tsundere air, her gaze finally settling on Xu Chen.

"Chener."

She called out. Though her voice was cool, a hint of coquettishness only Xu Chen could understand swirled in her beautiful eyes.

"Your master has been cultivating the sword path recently, but I always feel some blockage in my internal qi. It seems to be a lingering issue from childbirth."

As she spoke, Ye Qingwu very naturally reached up to tuck the stray hair by her ear, letting the wide sleeve slip down in the process, revealing a section of her arm as white as snow.

"Since you are so skilled at 'regulating meridians'..."

She took a step forward, and the faint lotus fragrance instantly enveloped Xu Chen.

"How about... giving your master an examination as well?"

"See if your master's body... also needs some... nourishment?"

Looking at his usually aloof and ascetic master, who now had proactively come to 'seek treatment,' Xu Chen's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.

This was hardly about discussing the sword path!

This was clearly seeing the neighbor enjoying a meaty feast, getting hungry herself, and coming over with bowl and chopsticks to ask for a share!

Moreover, judging by this 'equipment' (the sheer Taoist robe), she was obviously already prepared for some 'in-depth exchange.'

"Ahem."

Xu Chen cleared his throat twice, forcefully suppressing the restlessness in his heart, and nodded with a serious expression:

"Since Master is feeling unwell, your disciple naturally cannot shirk his duty."

"Coincidentally, your disciple has recently gained some new insights into the 'sword path' and was just thinking of seeking Master out for... some sparring."

He emphasized the word "sparring" particularly heavily.

Hearing this, a satisfied curve finally appeared at the corner of Ye Qingwu's mouth.

"At least you still have some conscience."

Just then.

The hall doors were pushed open again.

"Young Master, the red date and lotus seed soup is here..."

Mo Han walked in carrying a tray. As soon as she looked up, she saw a figure clad in snow-white robes, ethereal as a fairy from a painting—Ye Qingwu—standing before Xu Chen. The distance between the two was somewhat... dangerously close.

And the way this fairy was looking at the Young Master... why did it seem so similar to the way Goddess Jiang had looked at him earlier?

"This... who is this?"

Mo Han froze in place.

"Ah, let me introduce you."

Xu Chen turned around, pointing at Ye Qingwu with a beaming smile, "This is my master, Sword Immortal Ye."

"M... Master?"

Mo Han's mind couldn't quite process it.

Master and disciple... could they also look at each other with eyes that seemed ready to devour one another?

"Mm."

Ye Qingwu gave Mo Han a brief, indifferent glance, her gaze lingering for a moment on the 'special combat attire' before returning to Xu Chen as if nothing had happened, saying:

"Since the soup is here, let's finish it before the 'examination.'"

"After all..."

She leaned close to Xu Chen's ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Your master came here specifically on an empty stomach. This one bowl of soup... probably won't be enough to fill me up."

Xu Chen felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight from his tailbone to the crown of his head.

Good heavens.

His master... had completely let herself go!