Chapter 1942 - 225: Black Lotus Saint Mother! (Part 2)

At this moment, his breath was completely restrained.

Invisible to sight, untouchable by touch.

Such is his current state.

You cannot see him, nor can you touch him.

Yet he can see everything outside.

Even if an Immortal descends, they might not be able to perceive his existence.

In this aspect, he has enough confidence.

Because he knows a lot.

The way of space is mysterious and profound, difficult to comprehend.

To reach his level, even among Immortals, is challenging.

He left and returned just wanting to see what Hei Lian would do after his departure.

Black Lotus Mother, this entity who has lived for countless years, no matter how sweet her words or how humble her posture, he would never truly drop his guard.

He wants to watch, see what she will do next.

...

And at this moment.

As Jiang Ning departs, Hei Lian stands in the courtyard, staring blankly for a long time.

Until a long time later.

Her body moved slightly.

Then she lifted her left hand, placing it on her neck.

The sensation of Jiang Ning’s chokehold lingered in her mind.

The feeling of being utterly powerless resounded repeatedly within her.

A few breaths later.

Her lips curled slightly, resembling a bitter smile, yet also a complex mix of other emotions.

She murmured, her voice extremely soft, almost inaudible, dispersing with the night wind.

Then, she lifted her head, her gaze landing on the slightly weathered courtyard before her.

This was once Jiang Ning’s home.

After Jiang Ning rose to power, the first home he truly possessed.

She could feel that in every corner here, remnants of Jiang Ning’s past lingered.

Though faded greatly by time, she could sense them.

Then she stood up, walking barefoot on the cold ground, yet not tainted by a bit of dirt.

Then she pushed open a door.

The room’s atmosphere rushed in, filled with the heaviness of prolonged emptiness and the dampness from years of lake humidity.

Hei Lian stood at the door, moonlight slanting in from behind her, casting some brightness through the floor’s reflection into the dim room.

Inside the room, the furnishings were simple, with a bed, a wine table, four wooden long benches, and several bamboo chairs.

Spider webs in the corners, a thick layer of dust covering the floor and furnishings.

Everything displayed signs of long neglect.

She glanced around, then walked to a corner of the room, picking up a broom unused for who knows how long.

Dust gathered on the broom too.

She wiped it with her sleeve, then started clearing the webs inside the room.

After clearing the webs, she meticulously began sweeping the dust.

The entire process was extremely careful, extremely serious.

She did not overlook a single inch of the floor, nor any corner.

The swipe of the broom across the floor, along table corners, sounded softly.

And all of this fell into Jiang Ning’s gaze.

Jiang Ning watched silently, his expression calm, without a single ripple.

Moments later.

The dust inside was swept clean.

Hei Lian put down the broom, then searched for a cloth and water basin.

In the courtyard there was an old well, she fetched a bucket of water, soaking the cloth, began wiping tables, chairs, bed edges, every corner.

Again and again.

The dust was wiped away, revealing the wood’s original grain.

After a long time, as Mingyue’s shadow tilted to the other side, she straightened up to admire everything inside.

The entire house was refreshed.

With the opening of windows and doors for ventilation, the stale and moldy smell completely dispersed.

Then she pushed open the dusty wooden cabinet.

Inside the cabinet were two sets of old quilts piled together, left behind.

Her eyes brightened immediately, she then took the quilts from the cabinet in the corner.

Then lowered her head to faintly sniff the quilts’ scent, a smile appearing once more.

She laid the quilt open on the bed, then removed the bedding covers.

Holding the removed bedding covers, she exited the room.

Then she drew water from the ancient well, filling two buckets, immersing the covers thoroughly before beginning to handwash them.

The well water was cold, her fingers slender and fair, submerged in the water, shimmering like jade.

Wash after wash, rinsed clean again, then hung the covers on a rope she pulled out.

The night breeze wafted, the covers gently swayed, droplets falling.

Watching this scene, Hei Lian’s facial expression revealed a hint of satisfaction.

Standing still, she silently enjoyed the moment, feeling the night breeze from the lake.

Then she moved a bath barrel from elsewhere, placing it inside the room.

Then went to the courtyard wellside, fetched bucket after bucket of water, pouring into the bath barrel.

Until the water level reached seventy percent.

She stopped her actions, then stood in front of the bath barrel, fingers hooking the ties on her dress.

The next moment.

The black gauze skirt slid down like flowing water, to her feet.

A perfect body was revealed.

Her skin shone with a lustrous glow under the moonlight, akin to the finest white jade.

Her body’s curves rose and fell, with perfect lines, slender waist, each inch seemingly sculpted by the heavens.

She contemplated for a moment.

Hei Lian waved her hand, and the previously open door automatically closed.

Only two windows remained open.

Then she lifted her right leg and stepped into the wooden barrel, her body slowly sinking inside.

The well water covered her peaks, submerged her shoulders and neck.

She slightly tilted her head back, her long hair spread out like a waterfall beyond the rim of the barrel.

Droplets slid down her collarbone, flowing along the lines of her slender arms.

Hei Lian closed her eyes, as if savoring this rare tranquility.

Moonlight quietly poured into the bath barrel.

This scene was breathtakingly beautiful, enough to make any man’s heart spirit sway.

But in the depths of the spatial crack, Jiang Ning’s gaze remained calm, with not a hint of ripple in his heart.

It wasn’t a deliberate suppression, but rather true indifference.

He had seen too many beautiful women.

In comparison to the Moon Palace Woman’s features, hers were truly a beauty beyond the mortal world.

Compared to them, Hei Lian’s beauty carried more of the allure of the human world, lacking the transcendence of the mundane.

Moreover, he always knew in his heart, that the woman before him was a monster who had lived countless years.

Beneath that exquisite face were depths of underlying schemes and means.

Having reached this point, beauty was nothing more than an easily attainable thing.

He continued to quietly observe.

...

After a long time.

Hei Lian rose from the barrel, water droplets rolling off her skin.

She dried herself with a cloth and changed into a clean set of plain white nightwear.

The white nightwear was loose and soft, adding a touch of clarity to her and diminishing some of the allure.

Afterward, she walked to the bedside, lifted the corner of the quilt, and slipped inside.

In the bed, she curled up like a kitten that had found its nest.

Her black silky hair fell onto the pillow, her face serene, breathing gradually lengthy.

Not long after, it seemed she fell into a deep sleep.

And this moment, all fell into Jiang Ning’s eyes.

He didn’t leave immediately but waited and waited, again and again.

Until the moonlight’s shadows continued to shift significantly, he finally retracted his gaze.

He still had not reached a judgment.

But he hadn’t found anything unusual either.

"Too much like a person!" A thought flashed through his mind, filled with suspicion at the same time.

Then, he secretly shook his head and silently left.

As he departed.

The night wind continued, pouring into the room from one window and leaving from another.

Moonlight illuminated the floor, providing visible brightness within.

On the bed, the woman curled up under the blanket, sleeping soundly.

And Jiang Ning was already miles away.

...

The next day.

Royal Capital.

A bit of morning light gently entered Jiang Ning’s room.

Seemingly stimulated by the daylight, Jiang Ning’s eyes slightly trembled, then opened.

The next moment.

He flipped out of bed.

Crackling and popping—

As he stretched his muscles, his whole body crackled.

"Ah!!" He stretched long again, feeling refreshed.

After returning late last night, he immediately fell asleep, only notifying Lv Yi once.

Then, he opened the door.

Outside, the daylight was already bright, with the distant eastern sky filled with dawn, a touch of the red sun rising from the mountain.

The cool, refreshing clean morning breeze blew, filling him with clarity.

"Young Master!" Lianyi, who hadn’t spoken in the courtyard, now spoke upon seeing Jiang Ning appear.

"Something waiting for me?" Jiang Ning looked at Lv Yi, showing confusion.

"Yes!" Lv Yi nodded repeatedly, then said, "Master Xiao came over, saying something big happened."

"Master Xiao? Xiao Wuque?" Jiang Ning asked.

"Yes!" Lv Yi nodded again.

"Where?"

"Front hall!"