Finest Servant Chapter 115

Chapter 115 A Gift of Firearm

Xiao Qingxuan gave a soft moan, feeling as if she had plunged into a fiery furnace. Her body trembled lightly, her cheeks burning as if aflame. With her beauty, the men surrounding her were undoubtedly more outstanding than this Lin Wanrong, yet she herself couldn't understand why she was so enchanted with this minor servant. Was this fate?

Thinking of destiny, her tears increased, the final flames of desire completely consuming her. She looked at Lin Wanrong, a gentle call emanating from her lips: “Husband…” This was her last phrase before succumbing to desire, her cheeks as red as rosy dew, resembling the most magnificent twilight.

Lin Wanrong spread their clothes on the ground, embracing Xiao Qingxuan as they slowly laid down. Xiao Qingxuan had already lost herself to madness, tightly holding Lin Wanrong, her legs wrapped around his waist, oblivious of her actions.

Seeing the potent effect of the aphrodisiac, Lin Wanrong was inwardly infuriated. Those who dared to treat his Qingxuan this way, he would surely tear them to pieces.

He took advantage without showing gratitude, noticing Xiao Qingxuan's red eyes. Wasting no more time, he tightly held her crystal-clear body, his masculinity thrusting into her intimate passage, like a vibrant plum blossom blooming under Xiao Qingxuan.

Xiao Qingxuan let out a soft hum. Despite the torment of desire, she seemed not to feel any pain, instead, she began to move wildly.

Feeling the heat and tightness of her secret place, Lin Wanrong hadn't experienced such joy in a while. He let out a satisfied hum, his mind suddenly recalling the dual cultivation method Xiao Qingxuan had mentioned. The current Xiao Qingxuan was deep in her lustful trance, and naturally couldn't help Lin Wanrong cultivate this method.

While Lin Wanrong gently moved, he also inspected the little book. Unconsciously chanting the method, he felt a warm current flow from their union into his body, radiating throughout his limbs like sunlight, bringing comfort wherever it went.

Damn, was this dual cultivation? It was as delightful as having a sauna. The only drawback was the need to multitask—reading and making love at the same time. Not being able to focus on either, was somewhat frustrating.

Xiao Qingxuan, with her superior aptitude and profound cultivation, was a virgin experiencing her first love. She was truly a heavenly match for dual cultivation. Even Lin Wanrong, who didn't understand dual cultivation, could feel the difference, a comforting energy filling his body, brimming with strength.

After a bout of madness, Xiao Qingxuan's skin flushed, her eyes seductive. Slowly regaining her senses, she shyly dared not open her eyes. Feeling that her internal strength had decreased by forty to fifty percent, she was shocked, soon realizing that half of her strength had been transferred into Lin Wanrong.

This rogue, this wasn't dual cultivation, but clearly a one-way extraction of energy. She felt overwhelmingly shy, realizing that Lin Wanrong did not understand the method of dual cultivation, did not know how to reciprocate the energy, thus turning dual cultivation into one-way energy transfer.

Perhaps it was the will of heaven. She had lost half her power, yet felt no regret. Her sect was abundant with miraculous elixirs, and her natural talents were extraordinary. It wouldn't take long for her to recover. The power she had transferred was invaluable to Lin Wanrong. Common folks couldn't bully him, and though he couldn't defeat top masters, he at least had the ability to escape.

Maybe he wouldn't have to rely on her to save him in a humiliating way anymore. Her heart fluttered with a strange mix of happiness and melancholy.

Engrossed in her thoughts, she felt a sudden surge of energy within her. Peering down, she saw Lin Wanrong had already moved atop her, wrapping his arms around her and saying, “Qingxuan, I've trained our dual cultivation technique to a considerable level. Shall we delve deeper into the mysteries of the heavens?”

Before finishing his sentence, he began to move. Xiao Qingxuan gave a soft moan, her cheeks flushing as she gazed at him, as though intending to etch his visage permanently in her heart. Her eyes filled with unshed tears. Suddenly, she abandoned her shyness, and clung to Lin Wanrong like a madwoman, whispering in his ear, “Husband, love me—”

Her desperate cry was undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac, deeply stimulating Lin Wanrong. With a tiger-like roar, he quickly began his dance, Xiao Qingxuan underneath him.

The room was filled with spring-like warmth. Xiao Qingxuan's body began to tremble, and within moments, she reached her climax amidst tears of joy…

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when she awoke. Lin Wanrong was holding her tight, fast asleep. Her heart was filled with sweetness and bitterness. She sighed, tears streaming down her face, no longer able to hide her sadness.

After a long while, she lifted her head, hanging a jade pendant around his neck and gently stroking his cheek, “Take good care of yourself, and do not let others trick you like this time.”

Slowly, she rose, taking one last loving look at the peacefully sleeping Lin Wanrong. She concealed her beautiful body in her clothes, sighed lightly, and took out a long, small box from her bag. She left it beside him, whispering, “This is a gift I had Mr York get for you. It was just delivered from the capital and is perfect for you. Even though you have some martial arts skills now, they're only enough to deal with common martial artists. This will serve you well against top masters.”

“After I leave, do not worry. If we are fated, even with some hardship, we can meet again. If not, it's just the heavens playing with us.” As she spoke, her tears flowed freely. She picked up a piece of white cloud silk (Yunjin silk), preparing to write a message with a small brush, when a voice echoed in her ear, “Whoever says you and I are not fated, I'll cut them down.”

His voice was clear, resolute. She looked up to find Lin Wanrong's eyes, filled with determination, fixed on her.

“You, you're awake?” she said softly, her heart filled with embarrassment. On one hand, they were now the most intimate of lovers. On the other hand, he had heard all her private thoughts.

Lin Wanrong took her hand and held her tightly, saying, “You silly girl, if I hadn't woken up, I wouldn't have known my wife was about to leave.”

Xiao Qingxuan rested in his arms, her cheeks damp with tears. She spoke softly, “I've been in Jinling for far too long, which is already inappropriate, and what we've done… it's even more so. If you truly care for me, don't press me. Let me finish what I have to do. On the seventh day of the seventh month next year, look for me at the Jade Buddha Temple in the capital. If we truly share a bond as husband and wife, we'll meet again.”

Lin Wanrong knew Xiao Qingxuan's personality—she was a decisive woman. Once she made a decision, it was hard to change her mind. But her words about fate and destiny irritated him. He never believed in such things. He gripped Xiao Qingxuan's hand, saying, “I'm a bad man; I never believe in destiny. What I know is to cherish what I have in my hands. You are already my wife. Not even heaven can change that, and nobody can separate us.”

He gave a faint smile, “If you have something to do now, I won't force you to stay. Let's make a game of it. On the seventh day of the seventh month next year, we'll look for each other in the capital. No cheating allowed. If I find you first, I'll kiss you a hundred times. If you find me first, I'll take the loss and let you kiss me a hundred times. But if anyone dares to cheat, I'll spank her a hundred times.”

Xiao Qingxuan was both amused and upset. She chided, “You never say anything serious, do you?”

Lin Wanrong held her hand firmly and said with a serious face, “I've never been more serious in my life. Everything I say is true. You know I'm capable of anything. If I don't see you by that day next year, I'll go house to house in the capital, putting up posters with your picture, saying my wife and I had a fight and she left home with our unborn child. Our young son at home has no milk to drink and is crying for his mother. I'll make sure to mention my wife is extraordinarily beautiful, the daughter of a noble family. I'd request everyone to help find her.”

Xiao Qingxuan blushed, “How could you say something like 'our son has no milk'… You're shameless!” She knew Lin Wanrong well enough; he was capable of pulling off such outrageous actions and might even come up with something even more embarrassing.

She felt a sweet sensation in her heart but was also helpless against his audacity. With a sigh, she began, “But you don't know—”

“There are no 'buts',” Lin Wanrong cut her off, “When it comes to being with my wife, no one can stop us, not even the Emperor himself.”

Seeing his determined expression, Xiao Qingxuan felt both joy and worry surge in her heart. Was this rascal destined to be her life's mischief-maker? She wondered as she nestled in Lin Wanrong's arms.

Xiao Qingxuan had originally planned to leave without saying goodbye, but she hadn't expected that Lin Wanrong hadn't been asleep at all. Now she was caught in the act, and in front of Lin Wanrong, her exceptional martial arts skills seemed useless. As they cuddled together and he uttered frivolous words, she, despite her excellent composure, felt herself weak and soft. Fortunately, Lin Wanrong was fond of her and didn't take too much advantage of her, aside from a careful exploration of her body.

She spoke to him about many martial arts techniques while he was playfully touching her. His left ear heard seventy percent of what she said, but his right ear had already let sixty percent escape. Xiao Qingxuan, both shy and amused, thought to herself that with his skills, he should be able to handle most opponents. Besides, he also had that precious protective artifact, so there should be no danger. She decided not to push him further.

As the sky gradually brightened, dawn had broken. Xiao Qingxuan finally stood up, her face red, and said, “I need to go.”

“Why don't we chat a bit longer? It's still not dark yet. How about waiting until it's dark before you leave?” Lin Wanrong shamelessly suggested.

Xiao Qingxuan thought to herself that if she stayed from dusk till dawn and then till the next dusk, she might never muster the courage to leave. She gave him a disgruntled look, but couldn't distinguish whether it was out of annoyance or joy. She dared not look back at him, but using her agility, she leapt up and sprinted off into the distance.

From behind her, Lin Wanrong shouted, “Qingxuan, I'll think of you every day.”

She paused, turned back to look at him, her eyes full of tears. She stomped her foot in frustration. 'You scoundrel, you just want to make me cry, don't you?'

Watching Xiao Qingxuan's figure recede into the distance, Lin Wanrong stretched lazily, 'This girl, she's leaving her husband. What a character!' He moved toward the cave and saw that all the clothes had been neatly tidied up. Thinking about how this must have been Xiao Qingxuan's doing, he couldn't help but feel smug, 'My wife is indeed a woman who can manage both the hall and the kitchen.'

Last night, Xiao Qingxuan had thoroughly explained to him the dual cultivation technique to prevent him from misinterpreting it as solely a replenishment practice. Lin Wanrong couldn't help but laugh, under Xiao Qingxuan's guidance, he threw a punch and shattered a rock, more impressive than the one who had practiced the Child's Technique for over thirty years.

'Damn, I've really made it big now. Any martial arts master, if I can't beat them, can't I just run away? The dual cultivation and replenishment technique is indeed a wonderful thing.' While feeling very pleased, Lin Wanrong thought to himself: 'Good kung fu, here comes the day!'

The box that Xiao Qingxuan had given him was still nearby. They had been talking last night, and he had forgotten to ask what it was. But since it was something that Xiao Qingxuan had personally brought from the capital, it must be something good. He opened the box to find a double-barreled musket.

'Damn, this is a great thing!' Lin Wanrong was overjoyed as he held the musket, examining it carefully. The musket was made from high-quality steel, with accurate gun barrels and a durable frame. Holding it, he felt extremely powerful.

In this era, with such a contraption, Lin Wanrong was not afraid of any so-called martial arts master. Even though he himself was only half a master.

Grasping the musket in his hand, Lin Wanrong felt overjoyed. Now, he had two guns with him. One for shooting men, the other especially for women. He chuckled at the thought.

He heard this was a gift from a certain Mr. York to Xiao Qingxuan. It must be an imported item.

Xiao Qingxuan, concerned about his safety, had specially arranged for someone to deliver it from the capital to Jinling, a distance of eight hundred miles. Her affection was deep and profound.

Lin Wanrong thought to himself, 'Qingxuan, to repay you, on the seventh day of the seventh month, I'll let you seek me first. Once you find me, I'll let you kiss me a hundred times.'

He was enjoying his thoughts when he suddenly felt uncomfortable. He turned his head and saw that the Eldest Miss Xiao had awakened at some point. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at him angrily.

With a smile, Lin Wanrong said, “Miss, you're awake.”

“Hmph,” she grunted, two red spots on her face. “I woke up long ago.”

Had she woken up long ago? Did that mean she saw him taking liberties with Qingxuan earlier? Lin Wanrong knew she shouldn't have seen the intimate scenes between him and Xiao Qingxuan last night, only the part where he was taking advantage of her. He, with his thick skin, wasn't embarrassed at all. He laughed and said, “Miss, next time be careful not to spy.”

Xiao Yuruo's face turned a deeper red. She glared at him and said, “You shameless man!”

Seeing Lin Wanrong's face gleaming with satisfaction, Xiao Yuruo gritted her teeth and asked, “Who is Miss Xiao to you?”

“She is my wife—” Before he could finish, Eldest Miss Xiao kicked a small stone in front of her and angrily said, “Lin San, let's go down the mountain—”

Chapter end