Chapter 694: Chaste as Jade

Chapter 694: Chapter 428: Chaste as Jade

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Duan Rong carried a cloth bag and came to the back of the first-floor hall of the pavilion, instructing the attendants to open the carved wooden wall door, and he slowly walked in.

Duan Rong walked into the cultivation chamber and had just reached the position of the central statue of the Unmoving Bright King, when he suddenly discovered that the carved wooden wall door behind him had not immediately closed.

Usually, the wooden wall door would close just as he entered, before he even reached the statue of the Unmoving Bright King.

Duan Rong curiously stopped and looked back, only to see an attendant holding a wooden tray walk in through the wooden wall door.

The attendant came in, saw Duan Rong standing in front of the statue with the cloth bag on his back, and respectfully bent down, calling out, “Sir!”

Duan Rong glanced at the food on the tray and asked, “Who is this for?”

The attendant was slightly stunned, he had originally planned to say just a greeting and leave, but didn’t expect Duan Rong to suddenly speak. “For Master Fan.”

Duan Rong’s gaze shifted, casting a glance at Fan Hongjiao’s stone gate; his cultivation technique in the Fetal Concealment Scripture still lacked one divine statue to devour. “Is Senior Sister Fan in seclusion?”

“Yes!”

Looking at the attendant, Duan Rong said, “Wait here, don’t move! I’ll be right back, and when I come, deliver it then.”

Duan Rong finished speaking and immediately turned to leave, striding towards his own cultivation chamber.

The attendant was left bewildered, unsure of Duan Rong’s intentions with his instructions. But since Duan Rong had given the command, he could only wait there.

Duan Rong returned to his cultivation chamber, quickly reaching a corner, turning the beast head there, and with a slight sound, the narrow stone door on the stone wall opened.

He grabbed the tail of the tail-eyed lion, pulled it out of the cloth bag, stood at the stone door, and with a toss, threw the corpse of the tail-eyed lion steadily into the Black Jade Pool.

He closed the narrow stone door, turned, and stepped out of his cultivation chamber where the attendant was still waiting with the tray, upon seeing Duan Rong, bent slightly again, respectfully calling, “Sir!”

Duan Rong waved a hand at him, saying, “Let’s go, deliver it.”

The attendant also realized Duan Rong seemed to be up to something, but since Duan Rong hadn’t mentioned it, he dared not ask, only nodded, saying, “Yes, sir!”

The attendant held the wooden tray and walked towards Fan Hongjiao’s cultivation chamber, and Duan Rong followed alongside him.

The attendant walked with anxiety, standing at Fan Hongjiao’s stone gate, looking to Duan Rong for direction.

Duan Rong gestured him to call at the door.

The attendant slightly bowed in salute to Duan Rong, then with the tray at the stone door’s seam, called, “Master Fan, meals are prepared!”

Duan Rong listened carefully, hearing the rustle of footsteps inside the cultivation chamber, indicating Fan Hongjiao rising from the meditation cushion, and opening the stone door.

As the stone door quivered, Duan Rong immediately took the tray from the attendant’s hand, gesturing for him to retreat.

Completely understanding Duan Rong’s meaning, the attendant quickly bowed back and left. To the attendant, it seemed Duan Rong might have an interest in his senior sister, intending to get closer by delivering meals.

However, these matters between masters were not for them to intervene in, and speaking recklessly would risk severe repercussions.

The attendant walked away silently, acting as if nothing had happened.

The stone door was opened; Fan Hongjiao had already turned towards the meditation cushion in the corner.

Duan Rong carried the tray inside through the stone gate.

Fan Hongjiao said, “Put the meals on the stone table.”

Her voice had barely fallen when a voice behind responded, “Yes, Senior Sister!”

Fan Hongjiao turned her head, smiled at Duan Rong, and asked, “Is it the little junior brother? What brings you here?”

“I missed Senior Sister, can’t I come to see you?”

Duan Rong smiled as he carried the tray to the stone table, placing the meals one by one on it.

As he placed the meals, his gaze slyly moved towards a nearby wall, noticing a divine statue right there, precisely the last statue of the Walking Vajra King.

Fan Hongjiao asked, “Little junior brother, you have listened to our advice. You’ve truly rested these days, not submersing yourself in endless cultivation.”

Duan Rong’s attention stayed fixed on the divine statue, not noticing the softening and distance in Fan Hongjiao’s tone.

When he became aware, Fan Hongjiao’s tender hand was already rested on his shoulder, with a fingertip tracing soft circles across his chest through his clothing.

Fan Hongjiao’s voice grew softer and more languid. “Still, junior brother, senior sister likes your persistence in cultivation.”

Duan Rong turned to face Fan Hongjiao’s increasingly dreamy eyes, and his heart sank as he suddenly remembered the warning Lu Geng gave on his first day at Yunfu Peak—to never be alone with Senior Sister Fan.

His heart skipped a beat, shivering slightly with cold realization, as he turned his attention back to the stone door, noticing that at some point, Fan Hongjiao had already closed it.

Fan Hongjiao’s smooth hand gently pressed against Duan Rong’s face, turning it towards her, saying, “Little junior brother, why would you look elsewhere at a time like this, and not at senior sister?”

His mind was preoccupied with the matter of the divine statue, entirely overlooking the moment Fan Hongjiao had shut the door.

What now?!

The affair with the divine statue could wait; he absolutely didn’t wish to find himself compromised with Fan Hongjiao here.

Duan Rong was ready to retreat, planning an escape, his eyes flickering as he said, “Senior Sister, why don’t I instruct the attendants to bring some wine over, and we can drink and chat?”