Inside the Dark Temple, a handsome man in black strode quickly, a barely concealed smile on his face. If it weren't for the explicit rule forbidding disciples from flying within the temple, his pace would have been far more than just quick walking.
"Hmm? Is that Nameless? Why is he walking so fast?" Several disciples asked, puzzled, as Nameless passed by.
"That kid must have had some good luck. Look at that silly grin on his face," another disciple said.
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Nameless is the Grand Elder's grand-disciple. If he holds a grudge, we'll be in trouble," yet another disciple said, his expression tense, clearly indicating something had happened.
After that disciple's words, the others quieted down. However, what the last disciple predicted didn't happen. Nameless simply walked quickly past them and soon disappeared from their sight.
Did Nameless not hear them?
Wuming, of course, heard everything. Normally, he would have gone to confront them, making them pay a price—it would be beneath his status if he didn't. After all, in the Dark Temple, not everyone could call him a fool. But now was different. He didn't want to waste his time on these disciples; he had more important matters to attend to.
Today, the Dark Temple's Master had summoned him and explained that he might need to engage in dual cultivation with a woman. Initially, he was somewhat disdainful. After all, who was he?
He was the Dark Temple's Grand Elder's favorite grand-disciple. He didn't just sleep with any woman; he only sought out high-quality ones. And although the person who had approached him was the Dark Temple Master, the Grand Elder's status wasn't much lower than the Master's. So, Wuming was initially very reluctant. However, when he heard that the woman he needed to cultivate with was Qing Tan, he became incredibly excited.
Although Wuming and Qing Tan had only met once, when she first joined the Dark Temple, Qing Tan's image had already etched itself into his heart. A petite and adorable girl, neither particularly tall nor overtly sexy, she kept Wuming awake at night. He had tried to find her afterward, but because she lived a secluded life, and the Temple Master had forbidden anyone from disturbing her, he hadn't been able to find her. Now, the Temple Master had actually approached him, telling him he could have a relationship with Qing Tan—how could he remain calm?
Wuming immediately agreed. This was something he had always longed for; how could he possibly refuse?
After the Temple Master left, he calmed down. After all, the Temple Master only said he might need him; it didn't mean he could definitely do *that*. Qing Tan also needed to agree, so he might have to wait days, or even years. Nevertheless, this added a touch of anticipation to Wuming's heart.
Just when Wuming thought he would have to wait at least a few days, the Palace Master approached him again, saying he could go find Qing Tan and pointing him to a room within the palace. Wuming was instantly overcome with excitement, but he restrained himself, waiting for the Palace Master to leave before letting out an excited shout. He was now on his way to the location the Palace Master had given him, so despite having just heard the disciples' rudeness, he didn't want to waste his time on them.
After passing through several halls, Wuming arrived at the room the Palace Master had given him. He knew Qing Tan was already waiting for him inside. His eyes were bloodshot with excitement, a hint of lewdness in them. However, he knew that appearing like this in front of Qing Tan would damage his image, so although he was anxious, he didn't immediately push open the door. Instead, he stood at the doorway, taking several deep breaths until his expression returned to normal, before finally shaking his hand and opening the door.
"You're here?"
As Wuming pushed open the door, a melodious voice drifted from inside the room. Hearing that captivating voice, Wuming trembled. Ignoring everything else, he immediately turned his gaze to Qing Tan, who sat on the sofa in the middle of the room.
However, upon seeing her, Wuming's eyes widened. Qing Tan was even more stunning than he had seen before. Although her face was somewhat youthful, she was an extraordinary beauty. While her figure wasn't overly curvaceous, her petite frame still possessed a natural allure. Her special attire tonight made her even more alluring. The bow in her hair made her look even cuter, and the faint smile on her lips was captivating, as if teasing Wuming with a half-smile. Her languid body reclining on the sofa made one want to pull her close and ravage her.
Although Qing Tan's clothing was based on cuteness, a large expanse of snow-white skin was exposed at the front, revealing glimpses of her breasts. While not forming a cleavage, it was still incredibly alluring. Although her skirt wasn't short, Qing Tan's legs were crossed, and she wore extremely thin stockings, making it seem as if one could see right through them. At first glance, it seemed like certain scenery could be glimpsed, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that everything was covered. However, everyone knew that if Qing Tan slightly parted her legs, some of the beauty below would be revealed. So, once eyes were fixed on her, they couldn't bear to look away, afraid of missing a single moment of exposure. Therefore, in Wuming's eyes, Qing Tan was both cute and slightly erotic, causing Wuming, who had just calmed down, to breathe heavily again.
Although the two had met before and knew each other, seeing Qing Tan remain silent, Wuming was at a loss for words. His desire was to pounce on her, pin her down on the sofa, and have his way with her, but his ideals held him back. He also wanted to leave a good impression on Qing Tan. After hesitating for a moment, Wuming cupped his hands and said to Qing Tan, "Qing Tan, long time no see. I am Wuming, the grand-disciple of the Grand Elder. I have been ordered by the Palace Master to come and assist you in cultivating the Demonic Body."
Hearing Wuming's righteous words, Qing Tan was speechless. Everyone knew why he was there.
She still had to pretend to be so righteous, which made her dislike him even more. She glanced to the side and saw Ying Huanhuan hiding nearby, watching her and smirking. Several black lines appeared on her forehead. After muttering a few words under her breath, she directly asked Wuming, "So, how do you want to come?"
"Hmm?"
Hearing Qing Tan's words, Wuming was overjoyed. Did Qing Tan want him to lead the way?
However, he was also worried, so he asked Qing Tan, "Qing Tan, do you want me to choose?"
"I just want to hear your thoughts. Just say it," Qing Tan said, but before Wuming could speak, she interjected, adding, "You know this training is primarily my responsibility, so I hope you'll be mindful of that. If I want to interrupt, this training will be canceled."
Wuming's heart skipped a beat upon hearing Qing Tan's words. He swallowed his words, knowing that if he angered Ying Huanhuan, this opportunity would be wasted. Although he had a slight inclination to force her, even the Grand Elder couldn't protect him if he did. After all, Qing Tan was nominally the next Lord of the Dark Temple, and even if he wanted to force her, his cultivation level wasn't as high as Qing Tan's, so he couldn't.
After Qing Tan finished speaking, Wuming fell silent. He knew that the power was in Qing Tan's hands; if she didn't want to, everything was null and void. It all depended on Qing Tan's mood, and he could only do what he wanted. After hesitating for a moment, he said directly, "Qing Tan, may I touch your feet first?"
Wuming said this because her feet were the closest part of Qing Tan to him, and they weren't considered particularly sensitive. However, he was also a little nervous afterward, afraid that Qing Tan would suddenly stop her cultivation if she heard him. He could only look at Qing Tan, waiting for her reply.
"Hmm?"
Qing Tan looked at him strangely after hearing this. She hadn't expected Wuming to bring this up first. Although she had just warned Wuming, she wouldn't intentionally interrupt this cultivation session. After all, this whole thing was intentional. Her purpose in saying that was simply to put some pressure on Wuming and set a limit for him; it was purely for fun. Qing Tan didn't really have any strong opinions about what Wuming said; she was just asking. So when Wuming said he wanted to touch her feet, she paused slightly before continuing, "Okay, come here then."
"Okay!"