All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

The woman's eyes flickered, and she immediately lowered her head, her voice filled with grievance: "I have been frail since childhood, and my elder brother takes care of me, so... I have never cooked."

“Oh, Miss.” Chu Yang nodded. “That’s perfect. Let her get some experience out here. Master, could you go and teach her how to wash rice?”

Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment: "Me?"

"Aren't you the best at educating people? Teaching them how to wash rice shouldn't be a problem."

Sun Wukong had already returned carrying a bundle of firewood, laughing so hard he slapped his thigh: "Master, go ahead, go ahead, it's a good opportunity to show off your cooking skills that you've honed these past few days."

Tang Sanzang had no choice but to put his palms together and say, "Female benefactor, please come with me."

The woman felt like she was about to vomit blood.

She was a fox demon who had been eyeing Tang Sanzang's flesh for a long time, but the first time she seriously spoke to Tang Sanzang, she was actually learning how to wash rice.

By the river, Tang Sanzang squatted beside a rock, solemnly demonstrating: "Rice should be washed gently like this. Don't use too much force, or the rice will lose its fragrance."

The woman squatted down beside him, her sleeves almost soaked with sweat, but she still pretended to be earnestly learning: "I see, Master knows so much."

"This humble monk has only recently learned a little bit of the basics," Tang Sanzang smiled. "I used to think these were all mundane matters, but now I realize that being able to cook a meal is also a skill."

The woman's eyes darted around, and she said softly, "Master is merciful. You are clearly a person with great fortune. I am truly fortunate to have met you today."

As soon as she finished speaking, Chu Yang's lazy voice rang out from behind her: "Miss Su, is the rice washed yet? Washing rice takes so long, are you planning to let us starve tonight?"

The woman's back stiffened. Just as she was about to say something more, Chu Yang walked over, reached out and took the rice bowl from her hand, and then used it to block Tang Sanzang.

“Master, you go and start the fire, I’ll take care of this.” He then raised an eyebrow at the woman, “You, come and cut the meat.”

The woman swallowed back the word "Master—" and had no choice but to follow.

The campfire quickly blazed, the pot was set up, and the water bubbled and steamed. The woman sat on a small stool, staring blankly at the piece of salted meat with a cleaver in hand. She rarely even saw a live chicken, let alone cut meat. With each stroke of the cleaver, the cuts were crooked and uneven, some as thin as paper, others as thick as a shoe sole.

Chu Yang sat to the side, shaking his head as he watched: "Are you cutting meat or chopping firewood?"

"I...I've done my best."

"Never mind, give me the knife." Chu Yang took the cleaver, flicked his wrist, and with a series of swift movements, a piece of salted meat was neatly sliced ​​and arranged on the wooden board as if it had been measured with a ruler.

Watching his skillful movements, the woman couldn't help but ask, "Did Young Master Chu often cook before?"

“In the past, to survive, I had to do everything myself.” Chu Yang threw the meat into the pot and added a few handfuls of dried vegetables. “Unlike you, you’re lucky. You’re out here seduce people… out here in the world, and you still manage to dress yourself up so nicely.”

The woman's smile froze: "Young master is joking."

The aroma of rice and meat gradually wafted from the pot, and Sun Wukong was already squatting nearby, waiting. The white dragon horse swished its tail under the tree, while the white donkey stared at the pot, its ears perked up.

When the rice was ready, Chu Yang first served Tang Sanzang a bowl, then gave Sun Wukong a large bowl, and finally filled his own bowl before looking at the woman: "You last."

The woman froze: "Me?"

"What, you're not happy about it?"

"No, I'm just... just flattered."

Chu Yang handed her a small bowl of food scraped from the bottom of the pot: "Eat it, don't starve to death on the way. If you die, who will do my laundry tomorrow?"

The woman's hands were trembling as she took the bowl.

She no longer wanted to know whether she should die of anger first or bite this man to death first.

The moon shone brightly at night, and a thin mist rose from the woods. The group sat around the fire, the firelight warming their faces.

The woman felt her opportunity had arrived.

She went to the river to wash her face and secretly cast a little spell to make her hair smoother and her eyes more shimmering. When she returned, she walked very lightly, her skirt swaying like water. She didn't go near Tang Seng, but went directly to Chu Yang's side, sat down with her knees drawn up to her chest, no more than half a foot away from him.

"Young Master Chu, the moonlight is truly beautiful tonight."

"Ah."

"It's chilly in the mountains at night, young master, please put on a coat."

As she spoke, she took off the light veil on her body and made a gesture to drape it over Chu Yang.

Chu Yang glanced at the thin, almost translucent gauze, a half-smile on his face: "You're giving it to me? What will you wear then?"

The woman lowered her eyes, her voice as soft as a feather: "If you don't mind, young master, I... I can come closer and shield you from the wind."

Having said that, any normal man would have been tempted by now.

But Chu Yang simply moved aside and beckoned to Sun Wukong: "Brother Monkey, come a little closer, there are mosquitoes here."

Sun Wukong spat out the grass root in his mouth with a "poof," laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up. He deliberately moved between Chu Yang and the woman, plopped down, and poked the ground with his golden cudgel: "Where are the mosquitoes? I'll go listen too."

The woman's face turned pale.

She forced a smile and looked at Tang Sanzang: "Master, it's cold at night, you should wear more clothes."

Before Tang Sanzang could reply, Chu Yang had already tossed his outer robe to him: "Master, put this on. Don't catch a cold."

Tang Sanzang caught the outer robe, somewhat helplessly saying, "Benefactor Chu, this humble monk is not cold."

"Just put it on." Chu Yang turned to the woman and said, "Don't just stand around, go wash the pot. If you don't wash it tonight, it'll be covered in grease tomorrow morning."

The woman looked at him in disbelief: "Now?"

"Yeah, what else? You can wait until the moon goes down before you shower?"

"But...but it's dark outside."

"Aren't you with us? What are you afraid of?"

"I……"

"Go ahead." Chu Yang gestured towards the riverbank with his chin. "Wash it clean. Especially the bottom of the pot, it'll be burnt tonight."

The woman, clutching the pot, stood motionless for a long time. Sun Wukong, never one to shy away from a good spectacle, chuckled and added, "Miss Su, shall I go and light your way too?"

"No...no need."

She gritted her teeth, grabbed the pot, and headed towards the river.

The river water was icy cold, especially after nightfall when the rising steam chilled you to the bone. A woman squatted by the river, washing a pot. The moonlight illuminated her beautiful face, making it appear both pitiful and contorted. She stared at the charred patch on the bottom of the pot, wishing she could just smash it flat with her claws.

Can not.

She has to endure it.

The boy in black was of unknown skill, and the monkey beside him was clearly not someone to mess with. If she turned hostile now, she'd probably be skinned alive. She could only pretend for now and wait for an opportunity.

When she finally finished washing the pot and carried it back, Chu Yang was already leaning against the tree trunk, casually waving at her.

The woman was overjoyed, thinking he had finally come to his senses. She quickly put down the pot and said softly, "Is Young Master Chu going to rest? I know a little about massage; I can help you relax your shoulders and back..."

"Sure," Chu Yang readily agreed.

The woman perked up and was about to go over when she heard him continue, "Give it to Master first."

Tang Sanzang suddenly opened his eyes: "Huh?"

“Master’s legs must be sore from walking all day,” Chu Yang said matter-of-factly. “Miss Su, aren’t you somewhat skilled in massage? Give Master a massage first.”

The woman's smile completely vanished: "I'll give it to... Master?"

"What, you think my master's legs aren't precious enough?" "No..."

Tang Sanzang quickly waved his hand: "No need, no need, this humble monk will be fine after a bit of exercise."

“No, that won’t do. The young lady has given her heart.” Chu Yang turned to the woman, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Go.”

The woman felt a tightness in her chest. She was a fox spirit, and she learned those seductive tricks to bewitch men and drain their life force, not to massage a monk's legs here!
But she dared not not go.

She could only force a smile, move next to Tang Sanzang, and carefully press twice through his robes.

Tang Sanzang froze, his ears turning bright red, and he even twirled his prayer beads faster: "Female benefactor, this humble monk truly cannot accept such a gift..."

"Master, don't move," Chu Yang said leisurely from the side. "Look how skilled she is."

Sun Wukong clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

The woman suppressed her nausea and frustration, and after a few massages, Chu Yang spoke up again: "Alright, alright, Master is shy, don't make things difficult for him. Come here, give me a back massage."

The woman finally felt relieved, and a smile had just appeared on her face when Chu Yang rolled over and lay face down on the straw mat, pointing to his shoulder blade: "Here, here, and here, my back aches from riding the donkey today. Give it a good push, don't just tickle me."

woman:"……"

She sat down behind Chu Yang and pressed her hand down on his back. Through his clothes, she could feel that the young man's bones were incredibly hard, as if covered with a layer of fine steel. She intended to secretly use some demonic energy to probe inside, but as soon as her fingertips exerted force, an extremely hot aura rebounded from Chu Yang's body, scalding her fingertips and almost making her cry out.

She quickly suppressed her demonic aura and forced a gentle smile: "Young master, this place is very tight. Let me massage it for you."

"Hmm." Chu Yang responded lazily with his eyes closed. "A little lower, then to the left. Yes, that's it."

The woman resignedly massaged his shoulders and back, but as she did so, sweat began to bead on her own forehead. Sun Wukong watched with amusement, clicking his tongue twice: "Brother, you really know how to enjoy yourself."

"Nonsense, why not take advantage of free labor?"

"Should I give it a try?"

"Get lost, you could kill someone with one slap."

The woman's hand trembled, and she almost actually slapped him.

Chu Yang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and said calmly, "Miss Su, be gentle. If you break my bones, you won't be sleeping tonight, and you'll have to wash all my clothes too."

"……it is good."

Half an hour later, the woman's hands were so sore that she could barely lift them, and Chu Yang finally took pity on her and waved his hand, saying, "Alright."

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was just about to find a place to sit down when she saw Chu Yang throw down his coat, which landed right in her arms.

"I went to wash it while I was at it."

The woman looked down at the black garment and almost fainted: "Now?"

"Yeah, you're still awake, aren't you?"

"But if you wash clothes at night, they might not be dry by tomorrow morning..."

"You can wring it out a bit more before hanging it on the tree. The wind is so strong, it'll be fine after it blows away."

"..."

She stood there holding her clothes for a while, but finally walked step by step toward the river.

Sun Wukong finally couldn't hold back and whispered, "Brother, aren't you being a bit too mean?"

Chu Yang opened one eye: "Is it mean? Didn't she say she was willing to do anything for me? I'm just fulfilling her wish."

“I’ll go to the riverbank to check on her, in case she’s thinking too much and jumps in.”

"Don't worry, the fox demon can swim."

Tang Sanzang sat by the fire, his brows furrowed. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Benefactor Chu, this humble monk feels... that ordering her around like this seems somewhat inappropriate."

"Master, if you feel sorry for her, why don't you let her sleep next to you tonight?"

"Amitabha! That's absolutely impossible!"

"That settles it then." Chu Yang rolled over, holding the back of his head and looking up at the sky. "She has wicked intentions, but she hasn't committed any crimes openly. I can't just kill her with a sword. Keeping her under my nose at least keeps an eye on her and prevents her from harming people elsewhere."

Tang Sanzang opened his mouth, but in the end he only sighed and remained silent.

By the river, a woman squatted on a rock, scrubbing clothes until her eyes were red.

The moonlight shimmered on the water, like scattered silver. The black dress in her hand was soaked with water, heavy and thick, and no matter how much she wrung it, it wouldn't dry. What was most infuriating was that it was still stained with some ash and grass juice. But Chu Yang had a sharp eye and had specifically instructed her when he handed it to her, "Wash the collar clean too, it's dirty."

This was the first time in all her years that she had ever washed clothes for a man.

No, it's not just about washing clothes.

Carrying a bag, fetching water, rinsing rice, cutting meat, washing pots, massaging legs, patting backs...

She's a fox spirit, not a maid!
The woman grew angrier the more she thought about it, until her eyes turned red. She looked up towards the camp, where the firelight flickered through the trees, revealing Tang Sanzang sitting cross-legged and Chu Yang lying there, looking incredibly relaxed.

She gritted her teeth, her heart filled with determination.

Alright, kid in black, you just wait.

If it doesn't work tonight, try tomorrow night; if it doesn't work tomorrow night, try the night after.

As long as she stays, she'll always find an opportunity.

The next morning, before the mist had completely dissipated in the woods, birds were already chirping incessantly on the branches.

The woman barely slept a wink all night.

She returned from washing clothes in the middle of the night, only the very edge of the straw mat remained, right next to the white donkey. That donkey loved to roll around at night, and its tail would always swish in her face, which infuriated her. Just as dawn was breaking, dew began to fall, and the dampness seeped up from the ground, soaking the hem of her skirt.

She had just dozed off for a while when she heard Chu Yang's voice.

"Get up and cook."

The woman opened her eyes abruptly, her mind still a little fuzzy: "What?"

"Make breakfast." Chu Yang had already sat up, holding a thin twig to stir the fire. "Didn't you learn how to wash rice last night? Go and cook the rice."

"but I……"

"If you don't know, just ask me." Chu Yang glanced at her. "Don't stay in bed."

The woman felt a lump in her throat and nearly fainted on the spot.

Sun Wukong squatted to one side, munching on a cold sweet potato left over from last night, his shoulders shaking with laughter: "Good morning, Miss Su."

She forced a smile: "Good morning."

"You don't look too good today. Did you not sleep well last night?"

"……fine."

"That's good. I was worried you'd get tired."

Are you scared now?

The woman had just finished cursing in her mind when Sun Wukong added, "But it's normal to be a little tired, after all, you were doing laundry and massaging my back last night, you were busy until quite late." (End of Chapter)