Chapter 293: Meng Qingjiao, Enchanted by Xue Jing's Charm (4K)

Chapter 293: Meng Qingjiao, Enchanted by Xue Jing's Charm (4K)



Meng Qingjiao's calm gaze, inherited from her lineage, met Xue Jing's, revealing no emotion. Meng Boshang's lips curled slightly, forming an ambiguous smile, and he nodded at Xue Jing, greeting him.

Meng Boshang opened the door wide and stepped aside, gesturing for Xue Jing to enter.

Xue Jing stepped into the training room, glancing at Senior Apprentice Brother as he passed by. He discreetly used his attribute table to assess the brother's attributes.

The pentagonal radar chart on the table constantly changed, quickly revealing Meng Boshang's five dimensions.

Body: 1287

Mind: 1166

Fate: 1517

Holy: 285

Power: ?

'A Body value of 1287...'

Xue Jing's eyes flickered.

Over a month ago, there had been a significant physical gap between him and Senior Apprentice Brother, but now he was catching up rapidly. In terms of numbers, he was only about a quarter behind.

His growth rate was becoming more and more astonishing.

Xue Jing thought to himself that if they were to engage in a pure martial arts battle, the quarter difference in physical values would not guarantee a crushing victory. He still had a chance.

Senior Apprentice Brother had immersed himself in martial arts for decades, and his skills were undoubtedly superior to Xue Jing's. However, Xue Jing's advantage in True Martial's energy control could make up for this gap.

Overall, Xue Jing felt that even without relying on his Twin cheating ability, he could currently hold his own against Senior Apprentice Brother in a martial arts contest.

'Senior Apprentice Brother achieved Inner Perfection very early on, and he's just one step away from leaping over the dragon gate. His current values are already at the limit, and it's difficult for him to improve further.'

'So, is 1287 the limit for ordinary people?'

Xue Jing pondered.

'No... It can't be calculated like that. Everyone's physique is different, and their limits vary. Senior Apprentice Brother has exceptional physical talent, and his upper limit is higher than that of ordinary people. I estimate that ordinary people's limit value won't exceed a thousand.'

'...Although those who can cultivate to the brink of leaping over the dragon gate can't be considered ordinary, that's for sure.'

As soon as Xue Jing entered the training room, he saw Meng Qingjiao kneeling in the center, wearing a loose training outfit.

Her short hair framed her delicate face, and her clear, cold eyes should have made her a cool, restrained girl.

However, her devilishly alluring figure stretched the loose training outfit, creating a breathtaking curve that had nothing to do with restraint.

Her clear, cold eyes met Xue Jing's, as always, revealing no discernible emotion.

"Click—"

Xue Jing heard the door close behind him and turned to see that Senior Apprentice Brother Meng Boshang had already left the room.

Xue Jing raised an eyebrow, surprised.

However, the situation was already set, and he turned to Meng Qingjiao, greeting her with a smile, "Senior Sister Meng."

Meng Qingjiao nodded at him and then leaned forward slightly, patting the ground in front of her.

It seemed like she was indicating for Xue Jing to sit there.

Xue Jing walked up to Meng Qingjiao and sat cross-legged less than twenty centimeters away from her, facing her directly.

At such close proximity, his keen sense of smell continuously picked up the faint fragrance from Senior Sister Meng. If he lowered his gaze, the World Cup, with its overwhelming presence, would dominate his field of vision.

However, Xue Jing had exceptional mental control, and with preparation, he wouldn't be affected. He maintained his composure and smiled, saying, "Senior Sister Meng, I'll start teaching you the Yellow Maiden Energy Art... There may be some impolite moments, so please forgive me."

Meng Qingjiao gently touched Xue Jing's head and nodded softly.

Xue Jing paused for a moment before speaking, "The Yellow Maiden Energy Art is a supreme art of the Taoist Sect, classified as Ancient Martial Arts. It heavily emphasizes mental cultivation, and to master it, one must attain a high level of Taoist scholarly attainment by thoroughly studying various Taoist scriptures to comprehend the profound and abstruse aspects that cannot be expressed in simple words."

"In this regard, I can't offer you much help, Senior Sister. It's up to you... However, you are an unparalleled genius in softness, and your control over Qi flow and energy circulation is unparalleled, beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even if your Taoist scholarly attainment is not yet sufficient, you should still be able to forcefully imitate some of the subtle changes in energy control exhibited by those with advanced Taoist cultivation..."

"Although I can't teach you the deeper aspects of this technique in this manner, I'll guide you through the basics. In the future, you can study Taoist teachings on your own to supplement your practice."

As Xue Jing spoke, he placed his hand on Meng Qingjiao's wrist.

The sensation was delicate, and her wrist was slender and soft, unlike that of a martial artist.

Xue Jing entered his serious teaching mode, paying no attention to these details. Instead, he channeled his energy, transforming it into a Qi force that surged into Meng Qingjiao's body, flowing through her.

He possessed the True Martial...

With absolute control over his Qi Jin, Xue Jing precisely guided the detached Qi Jin to circulate within Meng Qingjiao's body, following the energy pathways of the Yellow Maiden Energy Art as if it were his own.

As a health-focused cultivation technique, the Yellow Maiden Energy Art inevitably involved the principles of Yin and Yang, causing the Qi Jin to pass through many sensitive areas.

Quchi, Qihai, Zhongji, Yinian...

Meng Qingjiao's face flushed slightly, and her heart stirred, but seeing Xue Jing's focused and earnest expression as he taught, she suppressed her restlessness and concentrated on sensing the rhythm of the Qi Jin.

As she focused, the sensation intensified...

Meng Qingjiao trembled slightly, and her toes curled inward.

"Senior Sister, don't move," Xue Jing reminded her.

...

After finishing the instructions, Meng Qingjiao's body was covered in a layer of delicate, fragrant sweat.

"Senior Sister, are you okay?" Xue Jing asked with concern.

Due to his innate True Martial affinity, Xue Jing had no difficulty practicing the Yellow Maiden Energy Art, but for Meng Qingjiao, it might have been a significant burden.

Meng Qingjiao breathed lightly, glanced at Xue Jing, and then suddenly leaned forward, resting against his chest.

Xue Jing gently placed his hands on Meng Qingjiao's shoulders, making no other movements, and waited for her to recover.

With his advanced martial arts realm, Xue Jing's body was crystal clear, almost devoid of impurities. Combined with his Level 10 Seduction Technique, he naturally exuded a captivating body fragrance.

Although he had concealed his scent to be undetectable beyond a few centimeters, Meng Qingjiao was now too close to Xue Jing. With just a breath, she was filled with his scent.

Then... she felt a rush of excitement and took several deep breaths.

Xue Jing was waiting for her to regain her strength and stand up, but after a while, he realized something was amiss... Why was Senior Sister Meng's breathing becoming more labored?

Could there be a problem with her practice of the Yellow Maiden Energy Art?

Xue Jing's expression turned serious. He had practiced this technique alone, and the only reference he had was himself... but he wasn't an ideal reference.

If Senior Sister Meng had indeed encountered a problem, it would be terrible.

"Senior Sister, are you okay?" he exclaimed, pushing her shoulders to move her away from his chest and checking her complexion.

Her complexion was fine, slightly flushed, but her originally cool gaze had become hazy... as if she was unsatisfied and longing for something.

"Senior Sister?" Xue Jing asked hesitantly.

Meng Qingjiao snapped out of her daze, placed her palm on Xue Jing's arm, straightened her posture, and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

She took out her phone from her pocket, covering the lower half of her face, and looked at Xue Jing with a mysterious gaze.

Confused, Xue Jing watched as she tapped on her phone a few times and then handed it to him.

On the screen was a notebook page with three words:

[Continue.]



"Can you handle it?" Xue Jing asked with concern.

Meng Qingjiao nodded, assuring him that she was fine.

After a while...

"Thud—"

Meng Qingjiao collapsed onto Xue Jing again, breathing heavily.

For some reason, Senior Sister Meng's posture seemed slightly different this time... as if she was clinging to him even tighter.

Her World Cup even touched his.

Xue Jing remained silent, supporting her shoulders and deep in thought, his mind elsewhere.

After a long while, Meng Qingjiao showed no signs of getting up. Just as Xue Jing was about to remind her, a loud bang came from the door.

The door was pushed open forcefully, and a beautiful little girl, about four feet tall, entered.

Xue Jing turned to see his long-unseen young disciple, Zong Shi Chan.

"Master!"

Zong Shi Chan was delighted to see Xue Jing, but her expression changed instantly when she noticed the situation in the room. Seeing Meng Qingjiao leaning against Xue Jing's embrace, the two of them seemingly hugging each other, her body stiffened.

The little girl's happy expression turned to dissatisfaction, and she pouted, "Hey, what's going on? Senior Sister Meng is so sly!"

"I want to hug Master too!"

She pounced and hugged Xue Jing, hanging on him like a koala.

"Hehe, Master, Chan'er missed you so much."

Zong Shi Chan giggled.

Xue Jing looked at her with a puzzled expression, "Who are you?"

The little girl's eyes widened, "Master, you forgot about me?"

"I'm the obedient little disciple, Zong Shi Chan, whom you promised to spoil for life!"

Xue Jing replied indifferently, "I never said that."

Zong Shi Chan pouted, "But you remember, don't you?"

Upon seeing Zong Shi Chan's arrival, Meng Qingjiao stood up and moved away from Xue Jing's chest, her demeanor returning to its usual cool and aloof state.

"Senior Sister, let's end it here for today," Xue Jing said.

"... " Meng Qingjiao nodded and helped straighten his slightly disheveled clothes.

Sch Jing stood up, effortlessly lifting Zong Shi Chan who was hanging on him, and placed her on the ground.

"Don't stick to me, it's hot."

Zong Shi Chan pouted and muttered, "But Senior Brother Meng can... Master, you're so unfair."

Sch Jing smiled and rubbed her head affectionately. "Your Senior Brother Meng is just exhausted from training, and he's leaning on me to rest for a bit."

Zong Shi Chan's eyes lit up. "Master, it's been ages since you taught me martial arts. Today, you must train me hard!"

Sch Jing stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmm."

...

Two hours later, inside Sch Jing's training room.

Zong Shi Chan lay on the ground, drenched in sweat, her bottom in the air, and not even a finger could move. She panted heavily, gazing at Sch Jing who stood two meters away, her face filled with disbelief.

"Master... Why are you so far away from me?"

"Shouldn't you come over and hug me now?"

Sch Jing, who was checking the [Teaching] panel that had just upgraded to Level 7, turned to look at Zong Shi Chan lying on the floor and tilted his head. "Hmm? No, you're all sweaty."

Zong Shi Chan, annoyed, said, "How can a beautiful girl's sweat be considered sweat! You didn't mind Senior Brother Meng's!"

Sch Jing's eyes glinted with amusement. "You dare call yourself a beautiful girl... Haha."

Zong Shi Chan immediately became flustered. "At school, they call me Princess! Calling myself a beautiful girl is just being modest!"

She continued, sounding a little dejected, "Master, I've been working so hard... Can't you reward me a little?"

Sch Jing smiled and, instead of teasing the little girl further, walked over to her, crouched down, and gently patted her head.

"I know, you've worked hard."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little girl, who had been lying on the ground as if unable to move, suddenly sprang up and hugged Sch Jing. She buried her head in his chest and giggled.

"You fell for it, Master. This is my way of being cute!"

Sch Jing showed no surprise, merely continuing to pat her head and said with a smile, "Yes, you're so smart. I fell for it."

Zong Shi Chan felt immensely satisfied, hugging Sch Jing, as if her soul was being purified.

She loved her master the most.

...

After spending half a day at the Dragon Concealment Dojo, Sch Jing returned home to find the sky already draped in the hues of night.

In the living room, Xue Wan was lying on the sofa, holding a cat in her arms, watching a comedy show on TV. She would burst into laughter from time to time, vigorously rubbing the cat.

When Xue Wan saw Sch Jing return, she sat up and patted the seat next to her.

"Ajing, come over here quickly!"

Sch Jing walked over and sat down next to Xue Wan, gently removing the cat from her embrace.

"What's up?" he asked.

Xue Wan pouted, "Have you forgotten something?"

She held the hem of her shirt and began to lift it up, exposing her slender, sensual waist and a delicate navel adorned with a ruby-like navel piercing.

"Quick, give me a kiss."

Xue Wan urged.

Sch Jing's mouth twitched. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? Can't you find a different way to say it?"

He reached out and lightly touched Xue Wan's Sacred Mark, feeling slightly annoyed.

[Divine Substance detected. Absorbing Divinity...]



Xue Wan sighed comfortably, as if she had stepped into a warm spring on a cold winter day.

"In just one month, my mutation rate is almost breaking through 30%. If you don't do something soon, I'll get the Mutation Disease."

Sch Jing frowned and said, "You're too relaxed. Just because there's a solution doesn't mean you can let your guard down. If you keep going like this, the mutation rate will only increase. What if I'm away for a few months or even a year and can't get in touch with you?"

Xue Wan waved her hand dismissively. "I know, I know."

It didn't take long before the panel displayed a notification.

[Divinity Absorption Complete]



Sch Jing glanced at the Divinity bar.

[Divinity Held: 1365]



This time, he had absorbed over 800 points of divinity from Xue Wan, the highest record so far, even higher than the first time.

Although the gain was significant, Sch Jing didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he opened his palm and grabbed Xue Wan's head, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Xue Wan cried out in pain.

"Remember, when I'm not around, you need to stay alert and suppress the mutation. Don't have a carefree attitude about it."

Sch Jing said calmly.

"I know, I know! It hurts, let go, Master Sch!"

Xue Wan quickly patted Sch Jing's iron-like arm, making a slapping sound.

...

(End of Chapter)

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