Chapter 448: Jiu’er, Really Can’t Anymore
Alright, let’s talk about this book. The word choice is restrained but has a certain ethereal beauty. At first glance, it really does seem like it’s two swordsmen duking it out.
Who wrote this script…
What’s with all this talk of “drenched in fragrant sweat” and “wheezing heavily”? It practically straddles the line between innocent and not-so-innocent.
The process doesn’t matter, the result does.
Little Tao Hong got what she wanted—a secret sword technique manual—and successfully mastered it.
Later on, Little Tao Hong met a fisherman named Wang. They both had a mutual crush.
Wang was an outsider who happened to land in town and couldn’t bear to leave, while Little Tao Hong set her sights on his fishing boat.
Again, the process doesn’t matter—we’re here for the results.
Through clandestine rendezvous on Wang’s boat, under his personal guidance, Little Tao Hong picked up sailing skills.
Later, during the annual Lantern Festival, the town would hold a celebration where young men and women could invite their love interests for a tour.
Zhang the Butcher, Wang the Fisherman, and others all invited Little Tao Hong.
She accepted all the invitations and arranged for them at different spots.
Next, she organized all her silver money and kept the three taels that the old madam originally paid for her.
On Lantern Festival day, she left the brothel with her maidservant, feigning an appointment, sneaked onto a rented fishing boat, and piloted it herself.
The tiny fishing boat created waves after waves.
Departing from the town.
Zhang the Butcher and company—waiting in vain—started to feel something was wrong. Upon checking the brothel, they found Little Tao Hong missing.
To most men, Little Tao Hong is just a pretty face, but Zhang the Butcher and Wang the Fisherman refuse to give up.
The two followed leads and searched tirelessly for Little Tao Hong.
Then? Did they find her?
Whose heart will Little Tao Hong’s flower fall upon?
Did she become a swordsman?
Yun Zhonghe and Tao Jiu’er were curious, turning the page only to find—
Just the big words: “Stay tuned for the next installment!”
This is still a serialized story?
One must admit, the writer has some skill.
The language used is relatively simple, making it an excellent primer for anyone new to this genre.
The mix of highbrow and lowbrow diction makes it seem like any old love story at first glance, much like many ancient tales favored by young ladies of the past.
But with its martial arts elements and intricate battles, as well as the author’s nuanced understanding of swordsmanship, this story elevates beyond its peers.
From Yun Zhonghe’s masculine perspective, it’s a thrilling read too.
Especially when it comes to portraying the complex emotions between Little Tao Hong and the two male leads. Some of the fight scenes are genuinely intense, yet some passages hint at romantic entanglements. Even if you don’t understand everything, it’s still a nail-biting battle scene.
The plot twists are numerous, keeping one on the edge of their seat—quite fashionable even in the Cultivation World.
The author’s mental state is top-notch.
No wonder Master Mei was so defiant when he was hauled off by law enforcement.
Different people see different things in the same book. To some, it’s an erotic taboo, to others a martial arts romance, to others a twisty mystery thriller, and to others, a tale of rebellion…
It’s all subjective.
“Ugh, why did it end?”
Tao Jiu’er seemed similarly engrossed, blushing softly and sighing.
Clearly, she also enjoyed the book greatly.
Of course, what made the experience even more special was reading it alongside Yun Zhonghe. This novel left her wanting more.
There was an inexplicable excitement, like her body was heating up just being there.
Seeing Yun Zhonghe all fired up, she gave him a playful smirk.
“You’re very excited, my lord?”
“No… Jiu’er, didn’t the physician say no more of this? It’s bad for the health…”
The physician already caught on that he’s running low on stamina today.
But Tao Jiu’er was having none of that. She started speaking lines from the book, eager to continue.
“But if we restrain ourselves, wouldn’t that be worse? Just once. Nothing can go wrong…”
Her transparent lips delivered those words that shattered all reason.
“But… Wait, really, no more, hey… Don’t… Uhh!!”
Unbeknownst to herself, Tao Jiu’er had maneuvered the situation perfectly.
It felt like they were recreating “Tale of Little Tao Hong,” playing out a tense and exhilarating cosplay.
Playing as Little Tao Hong, Tao Jiu’er offered Yun Zhonghe an unprecedented experience.
This might be one of the earliest cosplays ever!
…
The next morning.
When the birds started chirping again, Yun Zhonghe slowly awoke.
It feels like he slept for ages.
He opened his emerald-green eyes and looked out the window at the sunny sky, slightly frowning.
“Huh? Didn’t I fall asleep in the competition grounds? How am I here…”
“Mmm…”
Yun Zhonghe was dazed for a moment, then suddenly heard a sweet voice in his ear; reflexively, he turned around.
His eyes met Tao Jiu’er’s stunning, seductive face as she snoozed next to him.
“Ooh?”
Yun Zhonghe froze.
His mind went blank—wait, no, it returned to normal, except whatever happened in his memory loss period was overwritten. So he couldn’t make heads or tails of anything.
Why was Jiu’er sleeping right next to him!
Although they slept together back in Cangzhou City, it was long ago when they were kids. Since he hit puberty, they hadn’t shared a bed again.
Awaking next to Tao Jiu’er was no small shock.
Emotions long dormant were now awake.
What exactly happened to cause this?
Yun Zhonghe tried to recall, feeling like he missed several episodes.
His heart beat fast.
And something felt hot inside him, yet he also felt weak.
Suddenly, he remembered the fierce battle against Li Yifeng that knocked him out, suffering severe injuries.
Checking himself over, apart from feeling drained, he found nothing seriously wrong—hearing a few faint scars vanish. His spiritual energy and vigor were brimming.
Oddly though…
“Lord? You’re awake?”
Then, Tao Jiu’er woke as well.
