The next day came early.
When Jiang Xuan just woke up, he was startled to find himself staring directly into the eyes of Ming Yue, who was examining him.
Seeing the young ancestor so early in the morning sent Jiang Xuan’s heart rate soaring instantly.
Flustered, he instinctively reached for his face, confirming that his skincare routine had held.
He quickly spoke out, “Lady Ming Yue, why are you in my room at this hour? Is something wrong? Oh, and did I have something on my face?”
“Jiang Xuan, as a servant boy for me, you missed attending to my daily needs and now I have to come find you! You sure know how to keep your distance, huh.”
Jiang Xuan: “!!!!!!”
“I’m deeply sorry, Lady Ming Yue! It’s just that I got so giddy following you yesterday that I over-relaxed and slept too long.”
“Oh? Is that it? Fine then, but get up already and make me breakfast.”
Ming Yue inspected Jiang Xuan some more afterward; Jiang Xuan was frozen in place, unsure what to do.
“Why aren’t you moving yet, servant boy? Do I need to remind you twice?”
“Misunderstanding there, Lady Ming Yue. Are you… are you meaning to watch me change clothes or something?”
Ming Yue: “??????”
Upon realizing what Jiang Xuan meant, Ming Yue licked her lips and casually said:
“You’re my servant, so naturally, I would be interested in seeing you. But even if you beg, I might not actually look. With your average looks, I have little expectations. Since you’re awake now, meet me in the main hall later.”
Jiang Xuan: “…”
With this, Ming Yue left Jiang Xuan’s room.
In the main hall, Ming Yue pondered inwardly:
“This can’t be wrong. The voice of the masked man in that weird dream should be Jiang Xuan’s. Yet, he seems like just a martial novice; nothing like the mysterious strongman I encountered. And his plain face? I surely can’t be this close with him. If that dream was real, maybe some things have changed my perception. Actually, staring at his face made me find it oddly pleasing. I was even tempted to watch him change his clothes. No way, could my type have morphed without me noticing? This is too spooky!
Wait, I sense something odd, overlooked somewhere…”
Back in Jiang Xuan’s courtyard room, while cleaning up, he queried his internal system space:
“System, why didn’t you alert me when that little ancestor showed up?”
“Beep! No danger detected from the other party. You were deemed safe, hence no alert.”
Jiang Xuan: “…….”
“Hey System, for safety, alert me whenever anyone approaches. Got that?”
“Sure thing, host…”
Having educated the system, Jiang Xuan reapplied skincare to ensure it worked, then teleported to the main hall.
Seeing Ming Yue seated there, he hurried over to bow.
“Is there anything else, Lady Ming Yue, besides breakfast I mean?”
“You can start cooking, Jiang Xuan. Later, I’ll join you in the kitchen, where I want us to take up the mantle of righteous vigilance.”
Jiang Xuan’s soul was elated by this turn of events.
“Yes of course. So I can leave this place after all?”
“I’ll go along on your heroic deeds, lady!”
On the surface, Jiang Xuan feigned eagerness.
They finished breakfast quickly and Ming Yue complimented Jiang Xuan,
“Your cooking is superb. Keeping you around will improve my meals.”
“My honor to serve, Lady Ming Yue.”
Encouraged, she added, “Let’s go on our mission. As my attendant, learn from this. Heroism is about making smart choices, not mishaps.”
“Understood, being by your side is truly a blessing.”
While pretending to please her, he planned an escape back in his mind.
Trapped here, his cultivation had drawn unwanted attention.
Every visit from Ming Yue disturbed his practice.
Thus, he aimed to relocate to a place isolated, deep within uncharted forests.
Not long after, they departed the monster clan camp.
Jiang Xuan sought an opportune moment to flee.
Past a monster-filled mountain, they arrived at a small village Ming Yue wanted to explore.
The village looked desolate; Jiang Xuan felt something amiss.
Beside him, Ming Yue suggested, “There is something askew with this place. Let’s check it out.”
“Speaking of which, as a martial artist, you seem ready for an encounter. Would you like a weapon, Jiang Xuan?”
Grateful for the offer, he replied, “Lady Ming Yue, kindly provide me with a quality blade.”
“You wield a sword?” Her gaze turned strange.
“I know where the finest blade exists, should I tell you?”
“No need. My strength doesn’t require the best.”
“It’s possible you may need it one day. Listen: the greatest blade belongs to the legendary Qilin Clan. Guarded by a qilin, whose power exceeds a martial emperor. This blade, known as Skyward, holds a qilin’s sacred bl**d.”
