Chapter 81 Master, I already knew you had other thoughts about me

Fu Huaian took out the map of Si Yang City, scanned it, and found the location of Wanxiang Hall.

He led the three along the map, slowly moving forward, finding an Immortal Inn around Wanxiang Hall, and upon entering, a graceful female shopkeeper greeted them.

Her eyes were round and bright, her chest was highly supported by that ripe plumpness, and her infinitely charming beautiful eyes were now slightly glistening, looking at Fu Huaian with a gentle gaze.

"Young Master, are you looking for a room?"

Fu Huaian glanced at her swaying, charming walk, his expression unchanged, looking every bit the upright gentleman.

"Yes, shopkeeper, give us the best High Grade room, one that can accommodate four people!"

Ji Nan Yuan stood by, immediately glaring at Fu Huaian in embarrassment; how could he say such a thing so frankly?

How would the female shopkeeper view their group?

The female shopkeeper's fair face froze, her red lips lightly pursed, looking at Fu Huaian with a strange gaze.

Her eyes carefully scanned, looking at the demeanor and clothing of Fu Huaian and the others; they shouldn't be short on Spirit Stone, so it must be that he was a romantic and flirtatious…

"Young Master, please follow me."

The female shopkeeper naturally wouldn't inquire further about this matter; she twisted her slender waist and turned to lead the way.

Fu Huaian slowly followed behind.

As they reached the stairs, under the female shopkeeper's slightly tight emerald green dress, two round, alluring curves swayed and rippled with each step.

Fu Huaian slightly turned his head, avoiding looking impolitely.

Mainly, his three wives were staring intensely from behind, so Fu Huaian couldn't be too unrestrained.

Upon reaching the third floor, the female shopkeeper stopped in front of a brown carved wooden door.

"Young Master, the room is spacious, and the bed… perhaps it can sleep four people."

The three beauties were secretly annoyed, lowering their heads slightly, not daring to meet the female shopkeeper's gaze.

Fu Huaian had always been thick-skinned; he looked at the female shopkeeper standing sideways in front of him and asked about the price.

Perhaps because the city was quite large, the inn accepted Spirit Stone.

Fu Huaian handed over the Spirit Stone, and the female shopkeeper took it with a charming smile, glancing lightly at Fu Huaian before turning and leaving with a graceful air.

"Is this inn legitimate?"

Master suddenly spoke!

She turned her head to look at the female shopkeeper who was gradually moving away, seeing her deliberately exaggerate her steps.

When she reached the staircase, she turned and stepped, and her high chest surged like waves.

"Perhaps I am too handsome, and the female shopkeeper was pleased to see me and harbored ill intentions towards me."

The three wives frowned, but they didn't immediately deny this reason.

Fu Huaian gently pushed open the door.

He first looked at the large carved wooden bed, which was extremely spacious and covered with brocade bedding.

Fu Huaian nodded slightly; it wouldn't be crowded even with four people sleeping there.

He scanned the surroundings; the gilded incense burner by the bed and the celadon tea set on the table were both quite exquisite, considered High Grade.

Fu Huaian was not a Young Master with leisurely elegant tastes, so he ignored the rustic and elegant decorations in the room.

He closed the door and looked at the three beauties with a smile.

They had been Cultivating together shamelessly for a year or two, and with no outsiders present, the three merely gave him a charming glare.

Pei Qinghuan walked towards the tea table; she was quite leisurely and began to methodically arrange the tea set.

Yao Qi's Divine Sense swept around, and she sat sideways on a soft couch nearby, having no interest in Cultivating in broad daylight.

Ji Nan Yuan ignored Fu Huaian, sitting by the window, watching the bustling crowd below.

For a moment, everyone felt quite bored.

Fu Huaian quietly set up Restrictions around the room; the three beauties all held their breath for a moment, then returned to normal, their expressions unchanged.

The Spirit Tea was fragrant, with faint wisps of steam rising.

Pei Qinghuan picked up the teacup, brought it to her lips, and as her red lips parted slightly, the sweet bird's tongue tea leaves within were faintly visible.

Fu Huaian, in his flowing white robes, moved forward, sat down, and embraced her slender waist, sighing inexplicably:

"Master, thinking back to our time in Taiyi Sword Pool, we also used to leisurely drink tea like this during peaceful days."

Pei Qinghuan perhaps found the tea not to her liking, slightly frowning; she looked at Fu Huaian in confusion, wondering why he suddenly brought this up.

Fu Huaian looked at Master, his handsome face showing an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"But back then, I sat opposite you, behaving properly, and you seriously discussed the Dao of Cultivation with me.

It's different now, Master, you can sit in my arms, and I can even…"

Fu Huaian's large hand covered her rounded thigh, the delicate touch, the smooth whiteness.

Play for years!

Pei Qinghuan's face flushed, and her jade finger lightly tapped Fu Huaian's forehead.

"Rebellious Disciple ~ How proper you were back then, diligently Cultivating, with upright conduct, nothing like you are now.

Uh, wait a moment…"

Pei Qinghuan's face suddenly turned red, and she firmly pressed down on that large hand that had suddenly started misbehaving.

Fu Huaian smiled, lightly biting Master's alluring red lips.

"Master, you taught me to Cultivate back then, and now I will teach you to Cultivate."

Fu Huaian thoroughly understood the Cultivation of a Fairy.

Pei Qinghuan's shimmering eyes reflected Fu Huaian's handsome face, and the rising passion was like an uncontrollable Vicious Beast.

"Huai'an, what can you teach Master?"

Fu Huaian's lips curved slightly, and an electric arc surged from his Dantian to his arm, leaping to his fingertips.

"Mm~"

Ji Nan Yuan had long lost interest in observing the outside world, her cheeks flushed, and she and Yao Qi inexplicably looked towards the tea table.

Pei Qinghuan fell into Fu Huaian's arms, her heavy breathing allowing Fu Huaian to feel Master's imposing figure even more.

"Master, I recall when I first met you in Yangzhou, I mistook you for a man.

It wasn't until I returned to Taiyi Sword Pool and first saw your true appearance that I realized your unparalleled beauty."

Fu Huaian fell into reminiscence; back then, when he walked into Master's courtyard, she was clad in a light green dress that wrapped her delicate body, her face unadorned, and her beautiful eyes looked at him gently.

Her eyes held a hint of satisfaction and hope.

At that time, Fu Huaian stood before her, and her cold, peerless face made him momentarily lose himself.

She said her surname was Pei.

Her name was Qinghuan.

For two and a half years, she had been meticulously attentive to him, even neglecting her own Cultivation, her heart constantly thinking of him.

Fu Huaian thought to himself.

Assuming he had told Master back then, "Master, I've been under a lot of Cultivation pressure lately…"

He wondered what would have happened.

"Rebellious Disciple, you are only outwardly proper; back then, my cultivation was far superior to yours, and your occasional glances could not escape my perception."

Pei Qinghuan's hand gently caressed Fu Huaian's waist, her flushed face buried in his neck.

The warm breath from her soft words lingered on his neck, making Fu Huaian's heart also grow hot.

Fu Huaian froze, his face slightly embarrassed, and he looked down at Master:

"Was it that obvious?"

Pei Qinghuan slightly raised her head, her eyes looking at Fu Huaian in a daze, seemingly about to well up.

"Your gaze was not honest, but… but my clothing, wasn't it always worn to make you more comfortable looking at it?"

In the Sword Pool, she often wore tight, thin clothing that was easy to move in while teaching Fu Huaian sword arts.

Learning sword arts, bumps and scrapes were inevitable.

Qin Fengwu had no idea of the intricate thoughts hidden beneath the outwardly proper Cultivation in their Cultivation room…

Fu Huaian lightly kissed Master's forehead, nose, and lips.

"Master, I've long known that you harbored other thoughts for me.

And how could Disciple not?"

The two suddenly flashed, lying on the wide bed.

Yao Qi and Ji Nan Yuan watched in astonishment!

The two on the bed no longer knew what heaven and earth were!

[It's a two-way rush between a Rebellious Disciple going after Master and Master going after Rebellious Disciple…]