Chapter 121: The Alluring Beauty of Jiang Xiaoxiao

Night Wuyai slightly lifted his head and looked at Jiang Xiaoxiao.

“Why do you always wear that veil?”

“Master, do you think I want to? It’s because of that ridiculous rule you established back then!”

Jiang Xiaoxiao had grown familiar with Night Wuyai these days. She found that this master and ancestor, despite his cold and expressionless demeanor, was actually quite approachable and down-to-earth, with no airs about him.

“Is that so? Maybe it’s been so long I’ve forgotten,” Night Wuyai nodded. “Do you want to take off the veil?”

“Of course I do! Wearing this veil is such a nuisance; it’s inconvenient even when eating!” Jiang Xiaoxiao said excitedly. Over the years, except for a brief time in childhood when Xianyue Shang saw her face, she had never revealed it.

“Oh, then take it off,” Night Wuyai said.

“Really?”

“Really.”

When Night Wuyai raised his head again, Jiang Xiaoxiao’s golden sacred armor faded away, replaced by a white robe. The veil slowly fell.

Stunning.

Her beauty was indescribable—impossibly exquisite, with a chill that radiated an otherworldly coolness.

Clad in white, her features were handsome and refined. Her starry eyes shimmered faintly like distant stars, carrying a hint of aloofness that kept others at bay. She exuded an aura of cold detachment that repelled people from a thousand miles away. Such an enchanting figure was truly peerless in grace. Her jet-black hair cascaded like flowing clouds, spilling down to her waist with a touch of wildness, elegant and ethereal, gentle as jade, pure as a celestial exile.

A beguiling smile curved her lips, her enchanting eyes seductive and captivating—the smile utterly bewitching, down to the bone. Night Wuyai was utterly mesmerized.

For the first time being stared at so intensely by a man, a faint blush crept across Jiang Xiaoxiao’s cheeks; her eyes flickered like rippling water, glancing around gracefully. That mature charm quickened one's heartbeat considerably.

Noble, beautiful, alluring, with a trace of softness that felt like a warm spring breeze.

The light white veil enhanced her freshness, like a cold mountain breeze.

With that slight smile, blooming like a flower on a high ridge, Night Wuyai couldn’t help but praise, “Beautiful.”

A sincere compliment that made Jiang Xiaoxiao’s heart flutter like a startled fawn. “Thank you, Master! Mwah!” She quickly planted a kiss on Night Wuyai’s cheek, then stepped back.

Night Wuyai smiled wryly, “You little girl!”

Watching Jiang Xiaoxiao put the veil back on, Night Wuyai was taken aback. “Why put it back on?”

Jiang Xiaoxiao smiled. “I’m used to it. It’s enough that you’ve seen it; no need to make it easy for others. I’m off now, Master. Goodbye!”

“Remember to bring two portions tomorrow night.”

A fresh young voice came from afar, silencing them both.

Night Wuyai thought to himself, What a joke! Bring you a meal? She’s my disciple, isn’t she? Don’t you have disciples of your own?

Who are you, breaking down my door just to mooch a meal? Is that even reasonable?

Jiang Xiaoxiao twitched the corner of her mouth. If Night Wuyai hadn’t told her to keep a low profile, she would have knocked that shameless guy out on the spot! How dare the vice sect leader of Qingyun Sect eat the meal she personally cooked for her master?

“Hmph! Do you think that’s possible?” Night Wuyai snorted coldly.

After a long silence, he said, “I’ll have those guys repair the door later.”

“Remember to pay for your meal,” Night Wuyai added.

From next door came a scattered voice, “No money.”

“Use secret manuals or something to help her cultivate—like those things in your dantian…”

“Get lost!”

Night Wuyai stroked his chin lightly. “You should go back first and prepare well. Don’t underestimate this small sect; that guy’s belly holds many treasures.”

Jiang Xiaoxiao didn’t mind much. Cooking for one or two people wasn’t much different. Since her master didn’t object, she wouldn’t say anything either. After all, she wanted to be a good disciple! Better prepare well.

Night Wuyai glanced at the next door with interest, then returned to his state of closed-door cultivation.

He controlled the flow of energy throughout his body, healing his injuries.

The next day, Night Wuyai woke early. He glanced at the sunlight streaming in, clearly sensing a mysterious halo enveloping it.

He quickly withdrew his gaze—not yet at the level to look directly at the sun.

After stepping out for a stroll, a disciple brought him a simple breakfast of steamed buns and the like.

After eating, he continued downstairs.

On the sixth floor, in one section, Night Wuyai’s eyes brightened.

The medicine area?

There was alchemy here. Night Wuyai thought that even if there was alchemy, it was probably just some lead and mercury concoctions studied by those scholars. Eating them wouldn’t grant immortality; the absence of arsenic trioxide would be a blessing.

Herbal medicine.

He thought of a term. He hadn’t found a profession of spiritual healing in this world, but maybe he could try it himself.

After all, his foundation in traditional Chinese medicine was quite solid! The medicines here should be similar to those in Chinese herbal medicine, just with a different approach.

Many medicines shared commonalities.

He sat down nearby and began to study earnestly.

His powerful theoretical foundation from his past life was practically useless here; he had to start from scratch.

For example, repairing meridians, healing damage to the dantian—these methods were recorded here.

But his injury wasn’t just damage; it was completely shattered, irreparable by these methods.

Some familiar herbs were missing. Here, all the medicines were new, with new pharmacology. There were hardly any identical medicines, but many were similar.

Night Wuyai read with great interest.

He read for a whole month before finally putting down the first book on the shelf.

The next bookshelf remained untouched.

The floor was piled high with stacks of reading notes and reflections.

Night Wuyai dipped his brush in ink, continuously writing on one of the notes.

“Special spiritual energy circulation?” The vice sect leader’s voice sounded, laughing, “Shouldn’t you be reading the medical texts to treat your crippled body first?”

Night Wuyai shook his head gently. This vice sect leader came back to bother him whenever he was full.

From the start, Night Wuyai suspected he was being watched, but after so much annoyance, he simply ignored him.

After a while, the vice sect leader, feeling bored, left.

Night Wuyai focused intently on the many medical techniques before him, cross-referencing them with his own knowledge. These techniques were hardly advanced, even less developed than ancient medicine, but some medicines were spiritual.

Like the ancient Tianshan snow lotus, known for reviving the dead and healing flesh and bones. Here, such rumors were true. There really were miraculous medicines capable of bringing people back from the brink of death. Though some exaggeration was involved, the medicinal ingredients were undoubtedly top quality.

While these medicines could revive mortals, their effect on cultivators was far less significant.

Moreover, these medicines were common in this world, except for those with tens of thousands of years of age, which were rare.

Night Wuyai was engrossed, losing track of time. Nearly two months passed as he read almost every medical text here. Whether it was diseases or pharmacology, he knew them all intimately.

His notes and reflections filled an entire room. Comparing them with his prior knowledge, Night Wuyai felt there was much room for further development and application.

“Don’t you want to look at mystical arts or something?” a head poked in, asking Night Wuyai.

A cultivator coming to another’s scripture library would usually study the most precious texts, not these trivial, irrelevant books!

Night Wuyai pondered briefly, “Has my disciple come?”

“Yes, she comes every day to deliver meals.”

Night Wuyai was speechless.

Then why haven’t I eaten any?

Damn it!