Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?-Chapter 87 - 85 - I Can Do it Again_1
Chapter 87: Chapter 85 – I Can Do it Again_1
Chapter 87: Chapter 85 – I Can Do it Again_1
Li Xuan quickly found out how Leng Yurou was helping him practice ‘Motian Dalunzhuan’.
In a room specially prepared by Li Chengji, Li Xuan stripped down to just an ancient loincloth. He pointed to his crotch and asked, “Should I remove this too?”
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Leng Yurou just gave him a look and then turned her back to him: “Master, you should first apply the medicated oil, ensuring that it covers every part of your body as evenly as possible.”
Li Xuan quickly coated his body with the oil, then obediently lay flat on the carpet as Leng Yurou had instructed.
He had foreseen the following situation—it was most likely to involve a beautiful yoga instructor helping him practice yoga personally.
Indeed, in the next moment, Leng Yurou directly took Li Xuan’s arm and thigh with her soft hands and said, “Remember, resist throughout the process. Do not cultivate. I will guide the flow of your Zhenyuan for the practice of ‘Motian Dalunzhuan’. If your Zhenyuan deviates, the consequences will be grave. You might not be able to get out of bed for a few days.”
With that, she forcefully lifted Li Xuan’s arm and thigh.
Li Xuan knew his ligaments in this life were much stronger and flexible than in his previous life. Yet, despite this, he let out an involuntary yelp, piercingly high-pitched, as Leng Yurou moved.
Throughout the entire process of practicing ‘Motian Dalunzhuan’, Li Xuan spent his time screaming.
“No more, no more! You’re hurting me! Could you be a bit less rough?”
“Ouch! Let go there, I can die you know, I really can!”
“Ahhh…it feels so good after you let go.”
“I’m dying, I’m dying! You’re really driving me to both desire death and desire life.”
“No, don’t come here, I can’t anymore, I really can’t.”
“Ahh~ That feels good. It’s over so soon? You can do it again, I feel I can go at it again.”
After several rounds of ‘Motian Dalunzhuan’ and changing clothes, they both walked out from the room, and nearly all passersby viewed them with strange looks.
Leng Yurou’s ice-cold face was also a bit flushed: “Can’t you keep the screaming down next time? People who hear you might misunderstand.”
Li Xuan looked embarrassed: “It was involuntary; I couldn’t control it. I will try my best next time.”
But the effects of ‘Motian Dalunzhuan’ were indeed potent. This yoga technique, passed down from the ancestral Baima Temple of Buddhism, not only helped him adapt to his suddenly increased strength and Zhenyuan, but also honed his strength and enhanced his body’s flexibility, thus serving multiple purposes.
However, it was also a significant burden for Leng Yurou. After a few rounds, she was drenched in sweat.
This was how Li Xuan discovered that his mother’s personal maid was actually a powerful practitioner at the seventh house level, with an incredibly strong family lineage. He wondered why someone of her caliber would humble herself to serve as a maid for Mrs. Liu.
That night, the effects of Li Xuan’s circulation of life energy exceeded those of the past few days by at least ten percent. Relying on Master Chenghuang’s talisman, the green spots on his chest unusually did not spread a bit.
On the second day, Li Xuan finally retained some control when swinging his blade, rather than feeling powerless and leaking Zhenyuan from all over his body like before.
In the following days, after Li Xuan return from his rounds everyday, Leng Yurou would assist him in practicing ‘Motian Dalunzhuan’ three to five times. His free time was mostly spent on the study of Martial Law.
Until the day of the Ghost Festival arrived.
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“I’ve looked through all possible documents, including the ones about officials who were dismissed and imprisoned by The Court in the past twenty years, and even the cases and archives of the Jiaofang Division and prostitutes from the brothel. But, none involved an official prostitute with the surname Lu, not even a possibility.”
Early in the morning, Yue Qianqian, yawning and looking slightly fatigued, followed Li Xuan and said, “The Jiaofang Division didn’t adopt any child with the surname Lu, and there was no official with the surname Lu who was criminally charged by The Court in the past ten years.”
“Did you stay up late last night?” Li Xuan slightly furrowed his brows and interrupted Yue Qianqian, “I didn’t ask you to do so.”
He was not that concerned about the silver hairpin, so the thought that Yue Qianqian, who had damaged her health to help him, made him feel guilty.
“I’m accustomed to it. I used to stay up late. It has nothing to do with the task you gave me.”
Yue Qianqian laughed awkwardly, then continued speaking, “I found that twenty-five years ago, the Jiaofang Division had three prostitute officials with the surname Lu, but the records are very old. It’s strange, because the style of your hairpin didn’t appear until nine years ago. The silver hairpin hasn’t tarnished, so it should be three to five years old.”
Li Xuan thought this was consistent with what he had discovered at the Jiaofang Division – it was quite normal. After all, even Baidu was not omnipotent.
Besides, the household registration system of this ancient era really was too crude, too primitive, filled with countless loopholes.
“If you can’t find it, let it go. This matter ends here.”
He really did drop the matter. Now, the cases of Xue Wuya and the Jiangjun Mountain blood sacrifices have been settled, and the majority of the criminals have been apprehended. Li Xuan did not think there was a need for much persistence.
Moreover, this was just a relic from one of the evil cultivators, not a crucial clue. The persons truly were considering were the two women who showed up in the Dark River after Xue Wuya was caught.
But remnants of the Maitreya Teaching spread wide across the north and south of the Yangtze River, and, in addition to Xue Wuya, there were reportedly dozens of cultivators who had reached The Third Door. Among them were two women, so ordinary it was extraordinar.
“I appreciate your hard work.”
Li Xuan looked guiltily at his subordinate. Had he known that Yue Qianqian would be this exhausted, he wouldn’t have rashly asked her for help.
“Why don’t you find a place to rest for a while? I will call you if there are any developments.”
Yue Qianqian nodded her head, then promptly lay down on the back of the Earth Dragon and fell into a peaceful sleep. Not only did she sleep soundly, but she also had a thin blanket with her.
Li Xuan glanced at her sleeping posture and knew that she was experienced at this—she was accustomed to sleeping on the Earth Dragon’s back. He wondered what type of family Yue Qianqian came from that a vibrant and youthful girl could possess such peculiar skills.
He shook his head, and then rode up in front of Yue Qianqian to avoid any collision with her mount.
The street they were patrolling had become much busier in the past few days. Especially today, it was teeming with people.
All of it was thanks to the red-clothed female ghost. Until the Ghost Festival, the street they were in charge of remained the safest and calmest area in the whole of Nanjing City.
However, their group of four had also made contributions. Over the past few days, they had encountered evil spirits, yet they had all been promptly vanquished.
When four extravagantly-rich people, unconcerned about spending, put their hearts and souls together, their combat effectiveness was quite considerable. Even an evil spirit of the sixth rank was no match for them.
When the four of them set foot on the street of Confucius Street on horseback, the crowd ahead spontaneously parted to either side.
“Oh, isn’t this Youjiao Li? Are you starting your patrol?”
“Your team is reliable, unlike Youjiao Liang’s team – with incidents happening every night and several alarms sounding that prevent us from sleeping.”
“Youjiao Li is a noble. After Earl Chengyi, he is full of nobility. Even demons don’t dare to invade. Recently, the whole Nanjing City has been chaotic everywhere except for our street, which is very peaceful during the day.”
“Sirs, haven’t you had breakfast yet? I have prepared some soy milk, fried dough sticks, and a bowl of dumplings for you. Doctor Yue likes to eat this.”
The local people were already quite familiar with them. Wherever their team passed, people would greet them, and praises rang out. Many people also brought them food. So, now, Peng Fulai and Zhang Yue did not eat breakfast before work. The restaurants and snack bars on this street could feed them till they were full.
From atop his horse, Zhang Yue looked triumphantly at the crowd ahead, occasionally raising his hand to salute them.
He felt a great sense of accomplishment, as though his life, which had been empty before, was beginning to take on a new direction.
Only Peng Fulai was worried. He surveyed his surroundings with darting eyes, “I just have this growing feeling of unease. There are so many people gathering here today, would something happen?”
This was because, nowadays, apart from the Jiming Temple, the inner Qinhuai River, and the Heavenly Queen Palace, this place was the busiest.
But Jiming Temple was the first Buddhist temple in Jiangnan, and Heavenly Queen Palace was an important Taoist site, both guarded by Buddhist and Taoist masters respectively. As for the inner Qinhuai River, at least five Fumo Duyu were suppressing the area within ten miles of Qinhuai. In contrast, their group only consisted of four affluent rookies.
“Do you think the higher-ups are idiots? Don’t they understand the concept of focusing on important defense areas and deploying resources accordingly? Xiaowei Jiang is right next door to us at the moment—”
Just as Li Xuan was saying this, his eyes hardened, and then he stared at Peng Fulai with a blade-like gaze, “Fuck, Peng Fulai, you’ve jinxed us! You truly attract what you speak.”
He had already sensed that a fierce demon was approaching from ahead.
