"(Quick Transmigration) The Journey of Eating Meat" - Part Two

How to win over a true lord who is steadfast in his Daoist heart, aloof and self-possessed, and who rarely shows affection to women is a major problem.
After three days of pondering in her room, Ye Xuan wiped her face and strode out with a triumphant air. Regardless of whether the plan to overthrow the regime would succeed, she had to at least give it a try.
Today happened to be the day Zhang Yan was giving a sermon at the Fengzhen Hall. By the time Ye Xuan arrived, the hall was already packed with Canglan Sect disciples. Zhang Yan was not only of high seniority, but his cultivation was also among the best in the Canglan Sect. It was said that he was infamous in his youth, capable of single-handedly annihilating millions of demonic cultivators. Since it was a rare occasion for him to give a sermon, it was natural that the hall was thronged with people.
Ye Xuan finally found a spot in a corner. Although the place was secluded, it was right in front of Zhang Yan's profile, which was actually better for Ye Xuan.
A bell rang out, and the sermon began.
Ye Xuan sat on the futon, feigning attentive listening, but her gaze remained fixed on Zhang Yan. To be fair, the original owner of this body had excellent taste; putting everything else aside, her cheap master's appearance was undeniably handsome.
The man sat cross-legged on the jade platform, his raven-black hair like feathers and his profile like jade. Coupled with his pure and detached face, he was like a beautiful orchid or a secluded valley, making one want to pounce on him and defile him immediately.
Upon thinking of this, Ye Xuan felt a surge of heat throughout her body. She couldn't help but curse inwardly, it must be the original owner's will at work, not her own lustful desires.
She tried her best to calm herself down, but the more she stared at Zhang Yan, the more rapid her breathing became. Her bottom also started to move restlessly, accidentally making a creaking sound. Zhang Yan's brow twitched, and he only glanced at Ye Xuan indifferently. She immediately froze, lowering her head in a wronged manner.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but find it slightly amusing that his little apprentice was huddled in a corner like a little rabbit.
After being glanced at by Zhang Yan, Ye Xuan didn't dare to act rashly. She obediently waited until Zhang Yan finished speaking, then, on a sudden impulse, she hurriedly followed him.
Zhang Yan was walking ahead when he suddenly felt his sleeve being tugged. He turned around and saw Ye Xuan with her head down, uttering a muffled "Master" through her nose.
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and remained silent. Ye Xuan pursed her lips hesitantly and unconsciously drew circles on the ground with her toes: "Master, are you angry with me?"
Zhang Yan said, "It's rare that you didn't slip away halfway through today, so I won't blame you for not paying attention."
"I, I didn't mean that." Ye Xuan blushed, timidly raised her eyes, and seeing that Zhang Yan didn't respond, she quickly lowered her head again. "I mean, I mean the thing about taking a bath a few days ago..." The last few words were spoken in a very low voice, almost like the buzzing of a mosquito.
But Zhang Yan immediately understood. It turned out that the original owner of this body had been desperate for something and had taken a risk a few days ago by deliberately letting Zhang Yan see her body while she was taking a bath, thinking that this would surely seduce her master.
To everyone's surprise, Zhang Yan didn't even blink and calmly draped the clothes over her shoulders. The next day, he ordered people to move the original owner's belongings out of Fengzhen Hall and into the cave dwelling where Ye Xuan was now living.
After returning home, the original owner of this body cried for three days, believing that her master had completely abandoned her. Then, Ye Xuan transmigrated.
In Ye Xuan's opinion, the original owner's strategy was completely wrong.
At this moment, seeing that Zhang Yan neither answered nor looked up, she tightened her grip on his sleeve with her small hand. She involuntarily sniffled, then immediately stopped sobbing as if afraid Zhang Yan would notice.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Zhang Yan couldn't help but sigh: "Don't cry, your teacher is not angry."
"I, I didn't cry." Ye Xuan sobbed loudly. At this moment, she raised her head, her two dark eyes filled with tears. With a slight movement of her eyelashes, a tear fell down.
Zhang Yan laughed and said, "If you didn't cry, then what's in your eyes?"
"It was sand that blew in just now," Ye Xuan replied in a muffled voice, pouting stubbornly as she spoke, looking every bit like a child.
Although she is now thirteen, she still has an adorable baby face. After sobbing for a short while, the tip of her round nose turned slightly red, like a touch of rouge on white crystal, which was very charming.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but pat her little head: "Alright, you can move back today."
"Really?!" Ye Xuan burst into laughter through her tears, hurriedly tugged at Zhang Yan's sleeve, rubbed her face against it, and excitedly stuck out her little finger at Zhang Yan, "Then Master, you can't go back on your word."
Zhang Yan was taken aback, realizing she wanted to pinky swear. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking, "She's still a child." He immediately extended his slender thumb and gently hooked it with Ye Xuan's in the air.
"Pinky promise, then Master will always be mine." Ye Xuan smiled, pursing her lips.
Zhang Yan felt a pang of sadness, remembering how Ye Xuan used to say similar innocent things when she was little. But as she grew older, she became increasingly reluctant to be close to her master.
That night, Zhang Yan accidentally saw Ye Xuan taking a bath. Of course, he didn't suspect that his disciple had done it on purpose. However, he suddenly realized that Ye Xuan was already a young woman. Although Zhang Yan was upright and honest, he had to consider the differences between men and women, which is why he decided to have Ye Xuan move out of Fengzhen Hall.
If the original owner knew the truth, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood. This is also why Ye Xuan said that her strategy was wrong.
The original owner of this body thought Zhang Yan treated her like a child, which was why he refused to show her any favor. So she tried her best to display her feminine charm in front of Zhang Yan and refused to do anything childish anymore. But she forgot that, given Zhang Yan's gentlemanly nature, once he realized that his disciple had grown up, he would immediately distance himself to avoid damaging his disciple's reputation.
If Zhang Yanruo deliberately distances himself, how can he be won over?
Therefore, Ye Xuan decided to do the opposite. As long as Zhang Yan still treated her like a child, she could openly approach him. Then, they could do whatever they wanted. After all, he was just a child, innocent and naive; anything he did was understandable.
Zhang Yan was unaware that his young disciple had transformed into a wolf. Because Ye Xuan refused to let go of him, he grabbed Ye Xuan's hand. That small, soft hand lay in his large palm, and Ye Xuan's clear, chattering voice filled his ears. Even though he was usually aloof, he couldn't help but smile.
That evening, Ye Xuan's belongings were returned to Fengzhen Hall.
The moon had already set. Zhang Yan was sitting at the table reading when he suddenly heard the door creak open. He glanced around and saw a small head peeking in. When the head realized he was reading, it quickly withdrew.
Zhang Yan put down his book: "What are you hiding for? I've already seen you."
The small figure behind the door stirred and timidly stepped out, clutching a pillow in its hand, and stood before it with its head down.
Zhang Yan frowned: "What are you trying to do?"
"Master," Ye Xuan bit her lip, "I want to sleep with you."
"No way." Zhang Yan refused without hesitation.
Ye Xuan had been looking at him with bright eyes, but now those sparkling eyes immediately dimmed. The girl bit her lip again, clutching the pillow in her hand tightly, but didn't say anything, and made as if to walk out.
Zhang Yan couldn't bear it for a moment and blurted out, "Why do you want to sleep with your teacher?"
Ye Xuan said stubbornly, "Since you won't agree anyway, I'm not telling you."
Zhang Yan chuckled: "If I were to agree to your request, would you be willing to tell me?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Xuan immediately stopped in her tracks as she was walking out. She tossed her pillow onto the bed and then cheered as she pounced on Zhang Yan's bed: "Great! Master, Master, come and sleep!"
Zhang Yan was both amused and exasperated: "He's such a grown man, yet he's still so mischievous."
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed and made a face at Zhang Yan: "I'm only naughty with Master, hmph."
As she spoke, she subtly glanced around. Zhang Yan was devoted to spiritual cultivation, so the room was simply furnished. There was only a table, a couch, and a full set of bookshelves.
It must be said that he genuinely doted on Ye Xuan, his youngest disciple. Ye Xuan only stayed in that cave for a day before being furnished with exquisite comforts at Zhang Yan's suggestion. He had cultivated for a thousand years and had dozens of disciples, most of whom he had taken in during his youth. As he navigated the complexities of life, they were more like companions than disciples, and their relationship with Zhang Yan was more one of awe than closeness.
Only Ye Xuan, whom he raised with his own hands, was the brightest color in his otherwise quiet life of more than ten years. Given his upright nature, Ye Xuan was never particularly serious about cultivation, and Zhang Yan never criticized her.
It's just a pity that he was naturally reserved and never liked to speak softly to people, which made the original owner always think that his master was indifferent to him, causing him to shed many sad tears in secret.
Ye Xuan couldn't help but scoff inwardly. The original owner of this body was head over heels in love with her master, yet she hadn't even figured out Zhang Yan's personality. When dealing with this kind of target, you absolutely can't be reserved; you have to speak your mind directly, otherwise you'll suffocate from holding it in.
She mentally reviewed her plans for the evening, then called out repeatedly, "Master, I'm sleepy, come and go to sleep."
The little girl's delicate voice kept ringing out, and Zhang Yan, unable to resist, had no choice but to put down the book: "You little troublemaker."
Ye Xuan rolled her eyes at him coquettishly, her glances revealing an indescribable allure. Zhang Yan was taken aback, then thought to himself that he was seeing things; his little disciple didn't understand anything yet.
He was already a Nascent Soul True Monarch and had no need for sleep. However, since his disciple wanted to sleep, he had no choice but to accompany her, even at the cost of his life. He extinguished the spiritual fire and lay down next to Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan noticed a pleasant fragrance wafting towards her, her eyes darted around, and she rolled into Zhang Yan's arms. Before Zhang Yan could react, she opened her arms and tightly embraced the man's hot body.
“Master, it’s been so long since you slept with Ah Xuan.”
She was referring to Ye Xuan before she was six years old, when she lived with Zhang Yan because she was timid and afraid of the dark.
As she spoke, her delicate little face rubbed against Zhang Yan's chest: "It's been a long time since I've hugged Ah Xuan."
Zhang Yan was wearing a white silk shirt, and with this rub, his collar immediately opened, revealing a slender chest. Ye Xuan, seemingly oblivious, pressed her face against Zhang Yan's chest muscles, feeling a warm and comforting sensation. She immediately rubbed against him a few more times, saying repeatedly, "Master, please hug me."
Zhang Yan was extremely embarrassed. In this situation, how could he hold Ye Xuan any longer? But when he looked down, he saw his disciple's earnest and innocent eyes, so he could only loosen his embrace and say, "Alright, go to sleep."
"Mmm." Ye Xuan responded happily, wrapping the man's arm tightly around her waist. "Don't let go of me."
This time, Zhang Yan held her completely in his arms. The girl's petite body nestled in his embrace, her body rising and falling gently with each breath. She was only wearing a thin silk shirt, one small hand clutching Zhang Yan's collar, the other resting on his lower abdomen.
Because she was lying on her side, the loose collar of her clothes slipped down, revealing a rounded, fragrant shoulder and a large expanse of snow-white skin below the collar. Zhang Yan glanced over and, with his keen eyesight, saw the deep cleavage squeezed out beneath that snow-white skin, and two delicate, cherry-red nipples.
His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively reached out to push Ye Xuan away. But he stopped himself as soon as he raised his hand. If he really did that, Ah Xuan would be heartbroken; she was just completely dependent on him.
Zhang Yan could only sigh inwardly and lower his hand again.
But this night was destined to be sleepless.
Zhang Yan held this soft, fragrant body in his arms. He had been abstinent for many years, and even in his youth, when a demonic woman from a demonic sect tried her best to seduce him, his Dao heart remained unmoved. But today, even just holding Ye Xuan gently, he found his mind restless.
He suddenly recalled the day he stumbled upon Ye Xuan taking a bath; the girl frantically covered her fragrant body, but couldn't hide the alluring sight beneath her hands.
As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen. When he looked closer, he was horrified. He saw a bulge in his underwear, and his erect penis was being tightly grasped by a small, white hand.
============================================================
Although this is a smutty novel with the sole purpose of sexual exploitation, and it's full of melodramatic illogical plot points, the author cannot tolerate the character derailment.
So expecting a master who was pure and detached from worldly desires one second to transform into a wolf the next is impossible.
If any of you lovely readers find the walkthrough too slow, please forgive me~
Cultivation. Abstinent Master

URL 1:http://localhost:909/htmlBlog/9881.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=9881&aspx=1

Previous Page : Desire that began in front of the NTU campus gates

Next Page : Disciplining a Female College Student - Chapter 6

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

"(Quick Transmigration) The Journey of Eating Meat" - Part Two

comment Open a new window to view comments