8: Chapter 8 The Correct Way to Cling to Someone's Thigh

Chen Yan's face fell as if he had lost a hundred million.

Although the Sect rules were supreme, if they were really going to deduct half of the resources from the Ninth Peak, that simply wouldn't do!

The current Ninth Peak was so destitute that even a mouse would leave in tears, and even a cockroach would have to move out due to malnutrition.

His Revered Master's cultivation was profound; breaking through to a higher Realm relied more on comprehending the Dao Laws, and external resources were merely supplementary.

But he couldn't do that!

He was still in the stage of growing.

He had to Cultivate, temper his body, and strive for a wonderful life of immortality.

Without resources, it was absolutely impossible!

No way!

He absolutely could not let this happen.

Chen Yan gritted his teeth and rushed into the bamboo hut in a panic.

Inside the bamboo hut, Leng Qingshuang was still sitting cross-legged on that old prayer mat, her eyes slightly closed, with a faint chill swirling around her.

Hearing Chen Yan's hurried footsteps, she didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Revered Master! Something terrible has happened!"

Before Chen Yan could even stand steady, he began to wail, "Just now, Elder Tie said that if we don't make it into the top hundred in this Sect Small Competition, they're going to deduct half of the Ninth Peak's resources!"

Leng Qingshuang heard this and slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes were as cold as water, as if nothing in this world could stir a ripple in her heart.

But seeing her red lips part slightly, she uttered one word: "Go."

Chen Yan was stunned.

Go?

Go where?

To participate in the Sect Small Competition?

Chen Yan pointed at his own nose, his eyes wide: "Revered Master, are you serious? I'm only at the third level of Qi Refining!"

"The Disciples from other peaks participating in the Sect Small Competition are like dogs in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and Golden Core experts are everywhere!"

"If you send me, isn't that like throwing a meat bun at a dog—never to return?"

As he spoke, he was frantically complaining in his heart:

"My dear Revered Master? You're asking me to participate in the Sect Small Competition; how is this any different from asking a baby who just learned to walk to participate in a hundred-meter hurdle race?"

"If I go, it's just one word: easy prey!"

"I have no Cultivation Technique, no Medicinal Pill right now; what am I supposed to use to fight against the Disciples of other peaks?"

"Sigh~ This Revered Master of mine, other than being good-looking, really has no sense of how to manage the household!"

"Eh? Could it be that Revered Master wants to use a borrowed knife to kill someone, just to get a less troublesome Disciple?"

Listening to Chen Yan's inner voice, the corners of Leng Qingshuang's mouth twitched slightly.

She naturally knew that Chen Yan's cultivation was currently low, but the Ninth Peak only had him as its sole seedling; if he didn't go, who would?

Moreover, she had observed him for a night, and after last night's transformation, the boy's Aptitude was clearly not inferior to anyone's; he was no longer the same person he was before.

As long as he was willing to work hard, in three months, he might not be without the strength to fight!

She didn't care for these resources on a daily basis, and whether she had them or not didn't really matter.

Now that she had a Disciple like Chen Yan, what should be fought for, should be fought for!

At this moment, in Chen Yan's mind, the System's notification sound arrived right on cue.

[Detected the host's strong desire to share the burdens of the Ninth Peak, issuing a new task: The crying child gets the milk!]

[The crying child gets the milk: To get rich, build roads first; to become strong, hug a thigh. Please have the host hug the Revered Master's thigh tightly, wail about your weak strength, and beg the Revered Master to bestow a Cultivation Technique; Task completion reward: Sword Heart Tempering Method.]

Chen Yan looked at the System task prompt, his eyes nearly popping out.

Hug tightly... the Revered Master's thigh?

Is this physically hugging a thigh?

He subconsciously shifted his gaze downward, landing on Leng Qingshuang's long, slender, and rounded legs.

Although covered by a wide, snow-white Daoist robe, relying on his experience of having watched countless films.

He could be certain that under this robe, it was definitely a top-tier pair.

Straight, slender, well-proportioned, rounded!

"Gulp~"

Chen Yan's Adam's apple rolled up and down involuntarily.

"System, you are forcing me to play with fire!"

"This is a Sword Venerable at the Mahayana Stage; if I pounce on her, won't I be split in two by her sword?"

"By the way, can I only hug the thigh? Are other parts okay?"

[If the host wants to die, you can certainly try!]

Chen Yan: "ㄟ(▔，▔)ㄏ"

I understand~ Try it and you'll die, right!

Forget it, whatever!

The bold are stuffed to death, the timid are starved to death!

For my resources, for the future of the Ninth Peak, for the Revered Master, I'll risk it!

Chen Yan took a deep breath, a flash of determination in his eyes.

The next second.

He moved without warning.

His whole body, like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, lunged violently toward Leng Qingshuang.

The speed of the movement, the standard of the posture, it was as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

Leng Qingshuang was still thinking about how to teach Chen Yan and never expected that this Rebellious Disciple would dare to lay a hand on her.

By the time she reacted, Chen Yan was already clinging to her thigh tightly like an octopus.

"Revered Master!"

A shrill, miserable scream echoed throughout the entire bamboo hut.

Chen Yan buried his face in Leng Qingshuang's leg and began to wail with snot and tears.

"This Disciple's death is not worth regretting; this Disciple is just a rotten cabbage, rotting in the ground with no one to love or care for."

"But you, Revered Master, are different!"

"You are the bright moon in the sky, the beauty of the human world, the face of the Ninth Peak!"

"If this Disciple gets beaten until my teeth are scattered all over the floor in the Sect Small Competition, it will be your face that is lost!"

"In the future, when you go out, others will point and whisper, saying that the Disciple taught by Sword Venerable Shuanghua is a piece of trash."

"How could this Disciple bear to let you suffer such grievances?"

"So, Revered Master, just casually teach this Disciple one or two life-saving ultimate techniques!"

"Even if it's something you practiced in the past or something you don't want anymore, this Disciple won't mind!"

While wailing, Chen Yan took the opportunity to rub his face against Leng Qingshuang's leg.

The touch was warm and smooth, carrying a faint body scent, and even through the fabric, he could feel that amazing elasticity.

Chen Yan couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Wow~ so fragrant... so smooth..."

"These long legs are simply a work of art!"

"If only she didn't wear this obstructive Daoist robe and changed into black stockings, that would be great..."

"This touch, I could play with it for a year! No, ten years! A hundred years!"

"I really want to just hold on like this for a lifetime and never let go..."

Leng Qingshuang, however, was completely dumbfounded.

Her brain even went blank for a moment.

She had lived for three hundred years and had never had physical contact with any man!

Let alone being hugged by the thigh like this, and having someone bury their face in her leg and rub against it!

A sense of shame she had never felt before instantly rushed to her mind.

Adding to that was Chen Yan's rebellious inner voice, which was like demonic sounds piercing her ears, rushing straight into her heart.

What work of art, not wearing a Daoist robe?

What about playing for a year not being enough, and wanting ten or a hundred years!

Bold Rebellious Disciple!

Simply deserving of death!

Leng Qingshuang only felt her cheeks burning, and her heartbeat, which hadn't fluctuated for many years, was now pounding violently!

Shame, anger, shock, at a loss...

Various unprecedented emotions intertwined, causing the spiritual power in her body to instantly lose control.

"Rebellious Disciple!"

"Let go!"

With a sharp shout, a surge of spiritual power erupted from Leng Qingshuang's body!

"Boom!"

Chen Yan only felt a great force strike him, and his whole body flew backward instantly!

"Slap!"

He landed heavily on the grass outside, grimacing in pain, yet with a look of lingering aftertaste on his face.

Leng Qingshuang ultimately didn't use lethal force; she subconsciously used a clever technique to blast Chen Yan away, without much power.

[Detected the host's Rebellious Disciple behavior, Rebellious Disciple Value + 999!]

[Detected the host's Rebellious Disciple behavior, Rebellious Disciple Value + 999!]

[Task completed, congratulations to the host for obtaining the reward: Sword Heart Tempering Method]

Chen Yan was overjoyed: "Hehe! This wave was not a loss!"

"Whoosh!"

A Jade Slip suddenly flew out from the bamboo hut, accurately hitting his forehead, raising a big bump!

Leng Qingshuang's voice carried a trace of imperceptible trembling: "This is the 'Mystic Ice Water-Dividing Sword Art'!"

"In these three months, if you cannot practice it well, then... then you will be expelled from the Sect!"