Chapter 429: Cheap Master
Zhao Dong's determination made the anger on Mu Yu's face recede, replaced by a flicker of sympathy in her beautiful eyes.
No wonder Qing Yu is so deeply in love with him. Handsome, responsible, and powerful! If it were a man like that for me… No, that's not right! How could I even think that?
Mu Yu quickly reined in her thoughts. With a flick of her leg, she sent a cloth shoe flying. She then lifted her fair leg and lay sideways on Dai Ruyu's bed. Her legs were fair, her feet delicate and rosy. Dressed in a light, gauzy gown, she radiated a noble, otherworldly elegance. She propped her head on a delicate hand, her eyes filled with emotion. Her soft, supple lips exuded endless charm.
Mu Yu's posture was clearly due to the day's fatigue, leaving her too tired to continue sitting up. She beckoned to Zhao Dong with her finger and then extended a perfect foot. "My feet are sore. Knead them while we talk."
Knead them while we talk? That… That's not appropriate, is it?
Zhao Dong was already dumbstruck. He never imagined Mu Yu would make such a request! He swallowed hard, his face flushing crimson. "Third Elder, this… isn't this inappropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about it?" The Third Elder frowned in displeasure. "It's just a foot rub. What? Are you implying my feet stink? Is that why you're unwilling?"
Stink? Her feet were exquisitely small, the skin creamy with a pinkish hue. Her five toes were perfectly aligned, occasionally giving a playful little twitch. Though there was a hint of sweat, they emanated a unique, alluring body fragrance! Even from three meters away, I can smell it clearly. How could such a heavenly treasure possibly stink?
At that moment, Dai Ruyu gave Zhao Dong a discreet nudge and whispered, "Master grew up on the mountain and has rarely left it. She's completely clueless about the affairs between men and women. She doesn't mean anything by it, so don't get the wrong idea."
What? Such a stunning woman is still so innocent?
Zhao Dong found it truly hard to believe. Although Mu Yu was beautiful, she looked to be about thirty years old—a woman in her prime. Her mature charm possessed a lethality far beyond that of young girls like Qing Yu and Dai Ruyu!
"Hurry up!" Mu Yu urged, her tone impatient.
Zhao Dong swallowed hard again. If that's the case, what am I hesitating for? He steeled his resolve, strode forward, and gently took Mu Yu's small foot in his hands. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, and that unique body fragrance grew more intense.
Zhao Dong began to apply pressure with both hands. The foot trembled slightly in response to the comforting sensation. The subtle provocation sent a rush of heat through him, making his palms warm. This warmth, in turn, made her foot feel even more comfortable.
"Ahh..." Mu Yu let out a soft, involuntary moan. "That feels... comfortable. I never expected you to be so skilled at this."
Her exclamation was utterly innocent. Aside from the look of blissful relief as her fatigue melted away, her lovely face showed no trace of a blush. Seeing this, Zhao Dong's own face flushed red. Mu Yu is completely innocent in this, so what am I thinking? He hurriedly circulated his Spiritual Energy to clear his mind of distracting thoughts.
Then, Mu Yu asked again, "Where do you come from, and who is your master?"
Who is my master? Zhao Dong thought of the Jade Pendant on his chest, but he couldn't possibly speak of that.
"I am from the East Sea," Zhao Dong replied. "A Loose Cultivator with no master or sect."
"Oh? A Loose Cultivator?" Mu Yu sat up abruptly.
Feeling the perfect foot slip from his grasp, Zhao Dong couldn't help but feel a pang of loss. Sigh... Who knows when I'll ever get to touch a foot like that again...
Zhao Dong reluctantly tore his gaze away from Mu Yu's foot and said with a serious expression, "That's right. I am indeed a Loose Cultivator. If you don't believe me, feel free to investigate."
Mu Yu said nothing more. She reached out, grabbed Zhao Dong's right hand, and sent a pulse of Spiritual Energy into his body. A look of shock flashed in her eyes. "Such strength at your age, and you're still a Loose Cultivator!" she exclaimed. "How is that possible?"
Her brow furrowed deeply as she probed him once more. When her Spiritual Energy entered Zhao Dong's Dantian, her eyes flew wide in astonishment. She exclaimed, "Why is your Dantian different from others?"
Different? Zhao Dong had never noticed. "Third Elder, what do you mean by 'different'?" he asked, confused.
Dai Ruyu and Qing Yu also looked at Mu Yu, their faces full of questions.
Mu Yu's brows were knit together. "The Dantians of us cultivators are white. But yours... yours is golden! Do you know why your Dantian is golden?"
Golden? Could it be because I'm a Cultivator? Zhao Dong didn't dare admit it. He scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Third Elder, even you don't know why my Dantian is golden. How would a Loose Cultivator like me, without a master, know something like that?"
Hearing this, Mu Yu, though still doubtful, didn't press the matter further.
Everyone has their secrets. If he really doesn't know, it's pointless to ask. If he knows but won't say, it's equally pointless. But no matter what, one thing is certain! If this Zhao Dong truly is a Loose Cultivator, his incredible cultivation speed must be related to this golden Dantian! To have such a cultivation base at his young age... Given time, this boy will surely become a dragon!
At this thought, Mu Yu's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly as a new idea formed in her mind.
Ouyang Hong and his followers act with impunity. If they seize control of the Blood Sect, it will be destroyed sooner or later! But with my current power, trying to topple Ouyang Hong is completely unrealistic. This boy has immense potential. If I help him survive this crisis, it's not impossible that he could one day personally slay that old dog Ouyang Hong! As long as Ouyang Hong is dead, the Blood Sect can definitely be revived!
Many thoughts flashed through her mind. The next moment, Mu Yu looked at Zhao Dong with a serious gaze. "Zhao Dong, your potential and strength are indeed impressive. Your courage to venture alone into danger for your beloved is also admirable. I sympathize with your predicament. However, with your current power, forget killing Ouyang Hong—it's unrealistic for you to even leave the Blood Sect!"
Hearing this, a bitter feeling welled up in Zhao Dong. She's right... I really overplayed my hand this time.
"Do you regret it?" Mu Yu's voice came again.
The bitterness in Zhao Dong's eyes instantly hardened into resolve. "No regrets!" he declared. "If I had to do it all over again, I would still make the same choice! My only regret is that I couldn't kill Ouyang Hong. I regret that my own strength was insufficient. And I regret handing Yafei over to that bastard!"
Mu Yu smiled. "Let me be frank," she said calmly. "I admire your spirit. I can offer you a path to survival, but you must become my disciple."
Become her disciple? Mu Yu is strong, but she's only two minor realms ahead of me. With my current progress, I'll surpass her sooner or later. If I accept her as my master now, won't that be a huge loss for me? It's obvious she wants to take advantage of my vulnerability to get me under her thumb!
Seeing Zhao Dong hesitate, Mu Yu's tone turned icy. "You can refuse. But even if I don't kill you, the entire Blood Sect is already on high alert. The moment you step out that door without my protection, you will never leave this sect alive!"