Gou in the world of comprehension

Chapter 1514 I've never seen anyone so shameless!
At this moment, Martial Aunt Hongling and Zhang Xuemo were lazily slumped on the jade couch inside the cave.

She held a celadon teacup in her hands, slowly sipping the refreshing spiritual tea, the aroma of which gently diffused in the tranquil cave.

Aunt Hongling glanced casually at the communication array plate beside her, her originally relaxed brows furrowing slightly, and a hint of undisguised disappointment flashed across her eyes.

You come and go as you please, treating me like a servant to be summoned and dismissed at will.

She gritted her teeth inwardly, a growing anger rising within her.

I'm a cultivator who has broken through to the Integration Realm, so why do I act like a servant girl at your beck and call when I'm in front of you?

The more Aunt Hongling thought about it, the angrier she became. She grabbed the communication array plate and shoved it into her storage ring, her fingertips turning white from the force.

Su Fan had always been like this, never caring about her feelings. Even if she sent him ten or eight messages, he never even glanced at them.

Seeing her aunt Hongling's resentful frown and sighing expression, Zhang Xuemo secretly smiled.

As an observer, she could clearly see that her best friend had probably fallen for Su Fan, but was just being stubborn and refusing to admit it.

But before long, Martial Aunt Hongling hurriedly took out a communication array plate from her storage ring.

His fingertips gently caressed the edge of the array plate, his gaze fixed on it, and he unconsciously slowed and softened his breathing, afraid of missing the slightest movement.

Zhang Xuemo secretly pursed her lips, inwardly grumbling.

You're just being stubborn. Who knows how much you'll be hoping they'll come later?

But she also knew in her heart that no matter how others saw her as a murderous, cold-blooded sword madman, she was not innocent.

But when facing that guy Su Fan, they still had no resistance.

Putting everything else aside, just the scene of Su Fan drawing his sword at the "Heavenly Thunder Palace" still makes her heart flutter and fascinate when she thinks about it.

At that time, Su Fan stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as upright as a pine tree, looking expressionlessly at the hundreds of high-level sword cultivators in front of him.

The aura of arrogance and dominance emanating from him was so overwhelming that it made one's heart skip a beat.

It's fucking fascinating.

Although it happened a long time ago, it still stirs her emotions every time she thinks about it.

Zhang Xuemo was a sword cultivator, and in her eyes, only someone like Su Fan deserved to be called a man.

She traveled thousands of miles across dimensions to come to the "Guangfa Dao Sect" by some strange twist of fate, all for Su Fan.

No matter how much you deny it, you can't lie to yourself about your true feelings.

At this moment, Aunt Hongling had long lost her previous leisurely tea-drinking mood and was fidgeting restlessly on the jade couch.

She touched the communication array several times with her fingertips, wanting to send another message, but after hesitating for a long time, she finally withdrew her hand.

She would occasionally glance down at the array plate in her hand, her eyes filled with a complex mix of expectation, grievance, and unease, making her impossible to read.

Just as Martial Aunt Hongling was getting increasingly agitated, a slight fluctuation suddenly came from the protective array outside the cave, indicating that someone had triggered the array.

"Who..."

Martial Aunt Hongling suppressed her agitation and raised her voice, which clearly traveled through the formation to the outside of the cave.

Not long after, one of her disciples rushed in from outside and bowed respectfully.

"Reporting to Master, Uncle-Master Su Fan requests an audience..."

Upon hearing the name Su Fan, Martial Aunt Hong Ling abruptly stood up from the jade couch, but as soon as she straightened up, she hurriedly sat back down.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her eyes became somewhat flustered.

After regaining her composure, Aunt Hongling stammered, "You...you let...let him in."

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately sat cross-legged on the jade couch, made hand seals with her fingertips, and cast a "Water Mirror Technique" to carefully fix her makeup in front of the water mirror.

She checked her hair to make sure it wasn't messy and smoothed out the wrinkles in her dress, afraid that she might make a bad impression on Su Fan if she did anything wrong.

Zhang Xuemo, who was watching from the side, gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"You two keep talking, I won't disturb you..."

After saying that, she stood up and quietly left the hall of the cave, giving the two of them plenty of space.

At this moment, Aunt Hongling had no time to care where her best friend was. She was focused on taking care of herself, and even the slightest movement of her fingertips revealed her nervousness.

At this moment, Su Fan's figure had already passed through the dense bamboo forest outside the cave. The bamboo leaves swayed gently around him, leaving behind dappled light and shadow.

He walked to the bluestone platform outside the Red Silk Cave and saw that the door of the cave was ajar, with a crack showing.

Su Fan curled a cold smile at the corner of his lips, his face remaining expressionless, and stepped inside.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw his Martial Aunt Hongling sitting cross-legged on the jade couch in the hall, holding a cup of spiritual tea in her hand, but deliberately turning her face to the side and not looking at him.

She wore a bright red magic dress, the hem of which draped over the edge of the jade couch. She sat there with a deliberately serene demeanor, trying to project the dignified air of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Her jet-black hair flowed freely, reaching the ground, and her spotless little feet peeked out from the hem of her bright red robe. Her fair skin shone with a delicate luster in the light.

What Su Fan couldn't stand the most was the contrast between his seemingly elegant and noble appearance and the charming and passionate nature hidden deep inside his aunt Hong Ling.

He glanced at his aunt Hongling with a half-smile, said nothing, and walked straight toward the jade bed.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed her fair neck, lifting her off the jade couch.

"what……"

Caught off guard, Martial Aunt Hongling cried out in surprise.

The celadon teacup in her hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces. The spiritual tea splashed onto the blue bricks, but quickly disappeared without a trace.

Su Fan grabbed Hong Ling by the neck and dragged her through the carved screen behind the jade bed.

The screen shattered with a crash, scattering pieces of wood and brocade all over the floor.

He pressed his Martial Aunt Hongling against the stone wall of the cave hall, his gaze both wicked and fiery, like a ferocious beast awakening and scrutinizing its prey.

"This is outrageous... How dare they not reply to my messages..."

Su Fan's voice was somewhat hoarse, but his tone was full of undeniable dominance.

Upon hearing Su Fan's words, Martial Aunt Hong Ling struggled desperately, trying to break free from his large hand, but her strength was utterly insignificant in front of Su Fan. No matter how much she struggled, she could only sway her body in vain.

"This guy... is really rude..."

Martial Aunt Hongling cursed inwardly, but a strange light quietly appeared in her eyes.

but……

I like it...

At this moment, Zhang Xuemo, who was eavesdropping in a side room, was already wide-eyed with shock, looking as if she had seen a ghost.

Su Fan had no idea she was there, while his aunt Hong Ling was already so captivated by Su Fan's actions that she couldn't possibly remember that her best friend was hiding nearby.

What happened next shocked Zhang Xuemo even more.

"Crackling... popping... sizzling... sizzling..."

Suddenly, a series of chaotic sounds came from the next hall, like heavy objects colliding or fabric being torn, interspersed with the suppressed screams of Uncle Hongling, sometimes rapid and sometimes drawn out.

Zhang Xuemo had never witnessed such a scene before.

In her mind, even if two people have feelings for each other, they should flirt gently and sweetly first, instead of being so direct and rude.

For some reason, instead of feeling disgusted by the almost violent scene in the next hall, she felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

Especially when she heard that her Martial Aunt Hongling's voice was almost hoarse from shouting, her breathing became rapid involuntarily, and her chest rose and fell slightly.

This……

That's so damn rude...

Zhang Xuemo bit her lip, but a thought involuntarily popped into her mind. However…

I like it...

The next morning, a gentle breeze blew through the bamboo forest, bringing with it a refreshing scent of grass and trees.

A bright sun slowly rose from the horizon, scattering golden rays of dawn that enveloped the entire cave in a soft and tranquil halo.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window and into the silent hall, landing precisely on Su Fan's face.

He frowned, slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light, and sat up from the cold blue brick floor.

Only now did Su Fan's memories gradually return. Looking at the mess in front of him, he couldn't help but frown.

What exactly happened last night?

He clearly remembered that the two of them were playing Go, so how did it turn into Dou Dizhu (a card game)?

Su Fan looked around and saw that the hall of the cave was in such a mess that it looked like his house had been wrecked.

The jade couch was overturned to one side, the screen was shattered into a pile of wooden pieces, fragments of Uncle Hongling's robe were scattered on the ground, along with some unknown fabrics, and even the vase in the corner was smashed to pieces.

My Martial Aunt Hongling has disappeared without a trace; we don't know where she went.

Su Fan rubbed his throbbing temples and smiled bitterly to himself.

Last night he was like a madman, almost driving his aunt Hongling crazy. He was so caught up in that crazy atmosphere that he couldn't even remember who joined in later.

What the hell...

This is such a mess...

Su Fan cursed under his breath. What he wanted to know most right now was who the person he played cards with last night was.

He wanted to stand up and ask his Uncle Hongling for clarification, but after moving his body, he gave up.

Whatever, it's already like this.

Thinking of this, Su Fan lay back down on the ground, closed his eyes, and soon began to snore evenly.

He slept exceptionally well during his second nap, and didn't wake up until the afternoon.

During the two years of seclusion, Su Fan devoted almost all his energy to studying various classic texts on the Dao of Thunder.

From the moment I open my eyes each day, my mind is filled with all sorts of runes, formations, and spells related to the Dao of Thunder, leaving me no time to rest.

He persevered under such intense conditions for two whole years. In addition, when he was studying the Dao of Thunder, he struggled to make progress with very little foundational knowledge. His mental state was already on the verge of collapse.

After last night's indulgence and release, the pent-up frustration and repression in my heart were finally released, and I felt much lighter.

Next, he plans to find a quiet place where no one will disturb him, and spend a few years in seclusion to properly organize the knowledge of thunder he has learned in the past two years.

He didn't want the sect's higher-ups to know about this, and he didn't even plan to tell his Martial Aunt Hongling.

He hopes to dedicate several decades to thoroughly studying and understanding the Dao of Thunder, striving for a breakthrough in it.

It's not bad to be able to completely empty myself like this before leaving the sect.

With these thoughts in mind, Su Fan stood up from the ground, found his robe and put it on, then turned and left the hall of the cave.

He searched outside the cave for quite a while before finally finding his aunt Hongling by a pond in the back garden.

Su Fan walked over quickly and saw that his Martial Aunt Hong Ling was sitting side by side with a female cultivator on a stone bench by the pool.

The two were whispering to each other, their heads close together, occasionally letting out a burst of clear laughter, sounding like they were having a very enjoyable conversation.

When Aunt Hongling saw Su Fan arrive, she was taken aback for a moment, then snorted softly, rolled her eyes at him, and deliberately turned her head away, no longer looking at him, but a blush quietly rose on her cheeks.

That woman deserves to be taught a lesson.

Su Fan grumbled inwardly, but he had no time to pay attention to his aunt Hong Ling's temper. His gaze fell directly on the female cultivator next to him who had her back to him.

The figure looked somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place who it was.

Su Fan stepped forward, lowered his head slightly, and tried to see the person's face clearly.

Zhang Xuemo never expected that Su Fan would suddenly walk over and stare down at her.

Even though she was a free-spirited sword cultivator, she couldn't stand that direct and somewhat aggressive gaze.

She had never seen anyone so shameless.

She quickly turned around, thinking about what that beast-like man had done to her and her Martial Aunt Hongling last night.

Her face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple, and even the roots of her ears turned pink.

At this moment, Su Fan finally saw Zhang Xuemo's appearance clearly and was stunned, standing there dumbfounded.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

At first, he only felt that the female cultivator's figure looked familiar, but after seeing her face clearly, his memories instantly flooded back.

Isn't that Zhang Xuemo, the infamous female sword madwoman from "Polar Sword Pavilion"?

He remembered that Zhang Xuemo was from "Xiaoyangtian", so how could she suddenly come to "Xinguangtian"?

"What are you looking at...?"

Just as Su Fan was in a daze, his Martial Aunt Hong Ling couldn't stand it anymore. She glared at Su Fan and shouted at him in a sour tone.

Su Fan snapped out of his daze and chuckled.

"I didn't see anything... I just felt that this fellow Daoist looked a bit familiar..."

After he finished speaking, he walked over to his aunt Hongling and sat down next to her, his arm casually resting on the back of the stone bench, looking very affectionate.

"Uncle-Master, could you get me something to eat? I'm starving. I was up all night last night, and my stomach is empty..."

Upon hearing this, Martial Aunt Hongling pursed her lips and deliberately teased, "So you do know you're hungry..."

"No way..."

Su Fan smiled and moved closer, lowering his voice slightly, with a hint of mockery.

"No matter how skilled you are, you can't withstand a whole night of this..."

Hearing Su Fan's blunt words, Martial Aunt Hong Ling's cheeks instantly turned bright red, and she raised her hand, both ashamed and angry, and punched his arm hard.

"You beast..."

After saying that, she rubbed her hands, which were numb from the shock.

Su Fan's physical strength far surpasses that of ordinary people; when she threw that punch, it was Su Fan who felt the pain.

Then, she took out a communication array and quickly swiped her fingertips across it, sending a message to the dining hall asking for food.

Just as she put away the communication array plate, Martial Aunt Hongling suddenly remembered something, her expression changed slightly, and she quickly tugged at Zhang Xuemo next to her.

"Xue Mo, come with me, let's tidy up the hall..."

They made a ruckus in the hall all night last night; it's a complete mess now.

Although she had sent all the disciples and servants away from the cave early in the morning, when the people from the dining hall returned with the food, they would inevitably see the mess in the hall, and who knows what kind of gossip would spread.

Martial Aunt Hongling pulled Zhang Xuemo a few steps, then stopped and glared at Su Fan.

"Su Fan, go wait in front of the array outside the cave. When the people from the dining hall arrive, have them hand over the food to you directly. Don't let them in..."

Su Fan immediately understood what his Martial Aunt Hongling was thinking, and quickly agreed with a smile, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Martial Aunt..."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the formation outside the cave, secretly finding it amusing.

(End of this chapter)