"Perhaps it's because I've read a few books? And later someone taught me. I don't really feel like I have any particular temperament myself."
Tang Wen rubbed his nose, deliberately joking: "Could it be that my face just naturally exudes too much temperament?"
Shui Yun didn't laugh, instead studying him seriously for a few moments before nodding:
"Before Father brought you in, if I hadn't heard someone call you 'Seventh Young Master' and seen your ordinary clothes, I would have thought you were a male concubine Father had carefully selected to gift me."
Tang Wen froze completely.
What kind of outrageous words were these?
Shui Yun smiled, her eyes rippling like water.
There even seemed to be a trace of regret in her expression.
After walking several steps, Tang Wen finally regained his composure, occasionally glancing at Shui Yun's profile.
"Senior Sister, do you have many male concubines?"
Shui Yun shook her head: "Not a single one."
Then she looked at Tang Wen.
He volunteered: "I have two maidservants."
"Do they serve you during the day and attend to your bed at night?"
This senior sister was quite bold.
"Mmm." He answered somewhat embarrassedly, feeling slightly strange about the situation.
How to describe this feeling?
It was like when a man tells a beautiful woman a risqué joke.
What you expect is for her to respond with a charming, bashful glance after hearing it.
But instead, not only does she not act shy, but she gives you a "you're such a child" look of disdain, then proceeds to tell you three even more scandalous jokes!
Shui Yun suddenly paused in her steps, feeling inexplicably irritated.
Of course, this didn't mean she had developed feelings for Tang Wen.
Rather, it was the possessiveness a strong-willed woman feels toward a man she finds agreeable.
Just like in his previous life when Tang Wen would scroll through short videos and see the boyfriends of beautiful women - he'd always find them irritating no matter how he looked at them.
Shui Yun was experiencing something similar:
"Are they Martial Apprentices or Martial Practitioners?"
Hearing this, Tang Wen wanted to sigh:
"Just ordinary people."
Oh?
Her question seemed quite meaningful.
Seeing Tang Wen's slightly awkward expression, Shui Yun laughed:
"It seems you really did come from an ordinary camp."
Tang Wen's eyes filled with curiosity: "How so?"
Could there be some special significance to this?
When it came to matters of bedroom happiness, he couldn't help but pay attention.
"Generally speaking, ordinary women can only handle Martial Apprentices." Shui Yun said with a knowing smile.
Tang Wen: "..."
He understood the principle well enough.
The better one's martial skills, the stronger one's physique - and the harder it becomes to find satisfaction.
"Indulging too early can affect the probability of awakening as a Transcendent."
Tang Wen immediately put on an act, stopping in his tracks with a stiff expression.
His lips moved with difficulty: "Now... that probability is already useless to me." Yes, now that I'm Transcendent, it doesn't matter anymore.
"Hahahahaha!"
Shui Yun laughed heartily: "Junior Brother, you're so amusing when you try to act tough!"
As they spoke, the two had circled around the training ground and arrived at a pavilion where they sat down to drink tea.
Tang Wen tried to defend himself: "I'm not, I didn't, Senior Sister you can't falsely accuse me like this."
"Oh really?" Shui Yun's smile didn't fade: "Earlier in the room, you stole three glances at Aunt Lian - two of them at her jade feet."
Instantly, Tang Wen's face turned crimson: "What stolen glances? What jade feet? It was just coincidence! Coincidence, you understand? My gaze just happened to land there, and coincidentally, her feet were there too. Besides, I don't even like feet..."
Shui Yun picked up a cup of tea, finding the usually tiresome brew suddenly delicious as she watched him fluster to explain.
The junior brother is not a male concubine, but he's far more interesting than one.
Her eyes gleamed as she crossed her long legs.
Under the sunlight, they were dazzlingly fair.
Tang Wen's words abruptly stopped as he casually picked up his teacup.
This tea is so white.
Shui Yun chuckled inwardly: "Enjoying the view?"
Tang Wen sat upright with solemn dignity, lowering his head to sip his tea.
Putting on an act of complete ignorance about what his senior sister was asking.
"Hah!"
Shui Yun let out a light laugh.
Tang Wen, sitting beside her, steeled his resolve: Get a grip! So what if you've never had your fill in bed? What's the use of looking if you can't eat?
Hold steady!
Can't let a woman look down on you!
Shui Yun arched the toes of her left foot and gave a gentle kick with her right.
The black training shoes slipped off.
Tang Wen turned his head to steal a glance, only to meet a pair of eyes brimming with amusement.
He quickly averted his gaze, lowering his head to refill his teacup.
Fine, I won't look. What's so great about socks anyway?
But as he bowed his head, he caught sight of what seemed like an invisible hand slowly, steadily peeling off those white socks.
Revealing a foot like polished jade.
Who could resist looking at that?!
"Entrapment! Senior sister, this is entrapment!"
Though she didn't understand the term, Tang Wen's flustered expression was amusing enough.
She laughed until her body shook with mirth.
This left Tang Wen unsure whether to look up or down.
Senior sister is quite generously endowed!
Both top and bottom have their merits.
Truly worthy of being an experienced Transcendent who's undergone metamorphosis.
"Stunned speechless? How about considering becoming this senior sister's male concubine?" Shui Yun teased.
Why does she keep bringing up male concubines?
Serene, domineering, and... alluring.
Though they'd only just met.
She displayed three completely distinct traits.
One might even call her mercurial.
As the head of Seven Kill Hall, Shui Yun could discuss slaughtering entire families while smiling.
Teasing Tang Wen was just a momentary "attraction to his looks."
Had Shui Yun, who'd never had certain experiences, not been concerned that Tang Wen—a mere "small Martial Master"—might not withstand the exertion, her teasing might not have stopped at words.
Tang Wen rolled his eyes: "Thank you for your generous offer, senior sister. I've vowed to save all the unhappy young beauties in the world. Being a male concubine is out of the question."
"Tsk tsk, what lofty aspirations. So junior brother prefers older women."
"Ah, senior sister, don't make baseless claims."
This woman was truly annoying—her guesses about his preferences were too accurate.
Do I really make it that obvious?
"Then junior brother, you'd better temper your body well! A mere Martial Master couldn't handle even a single women's squad from Seven Kill Hall, let alone all the beauties in the world!"
Tang Wen was speechless.
When Shui Yun had laughed her fill, she added: "Then I'll assign a women's squad to serve as your personal guard."
"That would be wasting their talents."
Tang Wen shook his head like a rattle-drum, having only just managed to refuse the gang's arranged "Transcendent bodyguard." He certainly didn't want a squad of women following him around.
But Shui Yun paid no heed to his refusal. Taking advantage of her height, she put her shoes back on, slung an arm over Tang Wen's shoulders, and steered him back the way they came.
The training ground had emptied as practitioners finished their sessions.
Shui Yun pulled Tang Wen behind a stone hut and pointed at a round-faced, voluptuous female captain:
"Liang Yu, peak Martial Master, just introduced to you. How about her as your guard captain?"
What would I need a guard captain for?
Tang Wen shook his head firmly: "Senior sister, I really don't think it's necessary. I'll come ask for personnel when I need to leave the city."
"Don't rush. I've seen her feet—fair and tender, neither too long nor too short, with perfectly proportioned bones and flesh."
Tang Wen shook his head lightly. "Thank you for your kindness, Senior Sister."
Shui Yun blew softly into his ear. "She's a married woman—what you'd call a beautiful young wife."
"Senior Sister, you've misunderstood me! How could I be that kind of person?"
"Her husband is dead, and she doesn't even have children. Don't worry."
A demon!
This was absolutely the temptation of a demon.
Tang Wen struggled internally, shaking his head again. "Senior Sister, I can't force my subordinates."
Feeling his resistance softening bit by bit, Shui Yun was nearly bursting with laughter inside.
Her junior brother was not only handsome but also so amusing.
Bringing him to the Seven Kill Hall by her father had been absolutely the right decision.
Suppressing her laughter, Shui Yun said, "I know Liang Yu well. When she drinks and brags, she claims to be experienced with countless male favorites. But in reality, she spends nine out of ten days living in the hall's resting quarters. The remaining day is just for drinking and shopping."
Tang Wen remained silent.
Shui Yun continued, "Every woman here is watching you, but she's the sneakiest and has been staring the longest. Once she becomes your guard, all it would take is a crook of your finger, and she'd probably—"
Tang Wen thought: She observes so meticulously.
His DNA stirred.
But he really didn't want to be led around by a woman.
So he placed both hands on Shui Yun's shoulders, looked into her eyes, and said with deep emotion, "Senior Sister, stop testing me! You already have everything I like."
Shui Yun froze.
Tang Wen turned and slipped away.
"Heh!" Watching his retreating figure, Shui Yun lightly bit her red lips and chuckled. "Junior Brother, you were the one who made the first move."
(End of Chapter)