Chapter 121 : Hitting the Wall. (Full Chapter)
"Slurp."
With a soft sound,
Chu Ge took the initiative to end this long-overdue transgression, teasingly gazing at Luo Huangjun, whose cheeks were flushed red.
"It seems, Master, you've completely forgotten the lesson I taught you that day!"
Ripples shimmered in Luo Huangjun's beautiful eyes, and a crystalline sheen glistened on her red lips.
She was breathing heavily—despite this not being the first time she had crossed tongues with Chu Ge, she still behaved like a completely inexperienced recruit.
"Master, I've offended you again. Could you perhaps punish this disobedient disciple of yours… just a little?"
Chu Ge spoke once more, his gaze drifting downward, the implication unmistakable.
"..."
Luo Huangjun fell silent, not daring to look.
"I'm just joking, Master. Don't worry."
Chu Ge laughed as he spoke, yet Luo Huangjun did not relax in the slightest—because the moment his words fell, he had already scooped her up into his arms.
Realizing what Chu Ge intended to do, Luo Huangjun's heart tightened.
But then, as another thought crossed her mind, the corners of her lips curved into a mischievous smile.
That smile bore a striking resemblance to the expression Dantai Jinglian often wore.
'Insolent disciple! It's time you suffered a bit!'
She thought to herself, anticipation growing for the look on Chu Ge's face later.
Chu Ge noticed that the Master in his arms was unusually quiet and felt a trace of confusion.
But with his resolve already set on completely devouring his normally aloof Master, he had no intention of wasting time pondering it.
The treasured sword in its sheath burned with fighting intent—at such a moment, it naturally demanded a proper battle!
Step by step, he approached the bed, his excitement mounting with every pace.
Gently setting Luo Huangjun down, Chu Ge bent forward and carefully smoothed a loose strand of hair beside her face.
Sensing his unexpected tenderness, warmth bloomed in Luo Huangjun's heart.
She took the initiative, wrapping her jade-like arms around his neck and pulling him down, lifting her chin to meet him.
This was the first time she had ever sounded the horn of battle herself.
Chu Ge, of course, would not refuse.
The two quickly sank into the moment.
Until—
"Hiss!"
Chu Ge sucked in a sharp breath, his face contorting in pain.
Though she had expected it, seeing it with her own eyes still made Luo Huangjun burst out laughing—especially at the sight of Chu Ge hunching over, twitching like a cooked shrimp.
"Hahaha!"
"Master! You—!"
Only now did Chu Ge fully understand.
Why Luo Huangjun had been so quiet earlier, offering no resistance at all—she had been waiting for this moment!
"Insolent disciple! That's what you get for offending your Master! Learned your lesson now?!"
With a flick of her delicate hand, the clothes she had removed flew back onto her body, once more covering her graceful figure.
Still, despite her words, she hurried over with concern.
She may have wanted to tease him, but she certainly didn't wish to see Chu Ge truly hurt.
"Master! When did you learn such underhanded ways of messing with people?! Your disciple has suffered greatly because of you!"
That earlier pain had been very real, though it had mostly subsided by now.
Even so, it didn't stop him from voicing his grievance.
"Hmph! Clearly it was you, you impatient rascal. This Master didn't even have time to explain!"
Luo Huangjun naturally refused to admit fault, snorting softly—yet when she saw Chu Ge's utterly dejected, bitter-gourd-like expression, she couldn't help but laugh again.
She didn't even realize it herself, but the number of radiant smiles she had shown today exceeded all those from before she ever met Chu Ge combined.
Seeing her laugh so happily, Chu Ge laughed as well.
Although today's advance had ended in failure, at the very least, master and disciple had truly laid bare their hearts to one another—it was still progress.
Especially that genuine smile of Luo Huangjun's; it seemed to infect him as well, dispersing most of his earlier gloom.
"Alright. With your current cultivation, what you want to do still isn't possible. Of course… if you truly insist… I could break through the defense myself…"
Luo Huangjun restrained her smile somewhat, though a faint curve still lingered at her lips. A blush had yet to fade from her face as she spoke.
Chu Ge immediately understood her meaning and waved his hand in refusal.
"No need, Master. I'd rather break through that defense myself—it would mean much more that way."
"It's good that you understand. It's not that this Master is unwilling… to give it to you…"
Luo Huangjun said shyly.
By now, most of the heat in Chu Ge's heart had subsided.
Still, given such a perfect opportunity today, there was no way he would simply let it pass—at the very least, he had to make up for it somewhere else.
"Alright, alright. Don't overthink it. Cultivate diligently. Your Master… will always be waiting for you."
Seeing Chu Ge fall silent, Luo Huangjun thought he was feeling down and hurried to comfort him.
Chu Ge, however, lowered his head, glanced downward, and said with a smile:
"Master… in this state, I can't exactly focus on cultivation."
Luo Huangjun followed his gaze, her heart instantly thrown into chaos.
Even though they had already been completely honest with each other today, every time she saw it, her cheeks still burned and her breathing grew unsteady.
How could this rebellious disciple look so handsome, yet be accompanied by such a ferocious weapon? It was utterly baffling.
"Th-then… what should we do…"
Luo Huangjun murmured softly. She had absolutely no experience with such matters.
The only time before had happened while she was confused and completely unaware.
"Then… should this Master punish you once more? Just this once, alright…"
After some thought, seeing how uncomfortable Chu Ge looked—and remembering how she had teased him earlier—she spoke up.
Chu Ge, however, shook his head.
He had already smashed headfirst into a wall today—if he didn't unlock some new achievements with his Master, there was no way he'd be able to let it go.
