All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

She almost dug her nails into her palm.

When Tang Sanzang returned from washing up, he saw that her face was pale and felt a pang of pity: "Female benefactor, how about I make breakfast for you today?"

The woman felt a warmth in her heart and was about to agree when Chu Yang placed the pot in front of her.

"No need, Master, you should rest. Miss Su is willing to do it."

"I……"

Chu Yang stared at her: "You don't want to?"

The woman met his half-smiling eyes and felt a chill run down her spine. She could only lower her head and say, "I'm willing."

So that morning, the pot almost turned into a half-cooked porridge, the pickled vegetables were chopped unevenly, and the heat was all over the place. Chu Yang took a bite, frowned, and put down the bowl: "It'll do, at least it didn't poison me."

The woman really wanted to dump the bowl of porridge on his head.

But she can't.

She could only force a smile and say softly, "This is my first time making this, I'm still a bit clumsy. With more practice, I'll get better."

"Hmm, you're prepared." Chu Yang nodded. "Then you'll be in charge of cooking from now on."

The smile on the woman's face froze completely.

When she finished eating and set off again, her baggage felt heavier than it had been the day before. This was because Chu Yang had casually handed her the pot as well.

"You seemed to be holding it quite steadily yesterday, so let's take it with us today."

The woman, carrying a pot and a bundle on her back, her white jade hairpin nearly askew, said, "Young Master Chu, this pot is too big, I'm afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? If you smash it, you'll have to pay for it."

"..."

She gritted her teeth and followed.

Undeterred, she continued to seek opportunities to get closer to Tang Sanzang. Since Tang Sanzang walked slowly, she deliberately slowed down as well, hoping to talk to him side-by-side. But each time she took only two steps closer, Chu Yang would silently cut in front of her.

"Master, please have some water."

"Master, the road ahead is slippery."

"Master, doesn't this tree look like the Monkey King's head?"

Sun Wukong immediately retorted, "How is it similar!"

"The branches are so messy, it doesn't look like it?"

Tang Sanzang was amused by him and his attention was completely drawn away, so the woman couldn't get a word in edgewise.

In the afternoon, the group passed by a wild peach grove. The peaches were still green, with only a hint of pink. The woman deliberately walked to the edge of the grove, raised her hand to hold onto a tree trunk, swayed slightly, and said in a soft voice, "Young Master Chu, I feel a little dizzy. I'm afraid I caught a chill last night."

Chu Yang glanced at her and said, "Then go sit under the tree."

"I'm a little scared to be alone..."

"Brother Monkey, go check on her."

Sun Wukong immediately picked up his staff and went over, grinning, "Miss Su, I'll go keep you company too."

The woman felt even more dizzy when she saw his face, and quickly waved her hand, saying, "No, no need, I'm suddenly fine again."

Chu Yang nodded: "Let's go when we're ready, don't delay our trip."

She wished she could uproot that peach tree.

In the evening, they settled down at an abandoned mountain temple.

The mountain god temple had fallen into disrepair over the years; the temple gate was crooked, and half of the face of the clay statue of the god had been missing. The hall was covered with a thick layer of dust, and there were several piles of dry grass in the corner, indicating that travelers had stayed there before.

Chu Yang looked around as he entered, and seeing nothing unusual, nodded: "I'll rest here tonight."

Sun Wukong kicked away a broken brick by the door: "I'm going to gather firewood too."

Tang Sanzang, holding a broom, prepared to clear the open space in front of the shrine.

The woman had made up her mind.

A dilapidated temple, a solitary lamp, the night deep and still.

This place is much more convenient than the riverbank last night.

She lowered her eyes, just as she was trying to think of a way to leave some illusory fragrance in the temple, when she heard Chu Yang say, "Miss Su."

"exist."

"Sweep the floor and spread out that pile of straw. Everyone will be staying in the hall tonight, so don't let the dust choke the master."

The woman slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with disbelief: "I'm sweeping?"

"If you don't sweep, am I supposed to?" Chu Yang asked with a surprised look. "I still need to go hunting... oh no, I mean to find some wild vegetables. Since you live in the temple, you should at least do something."

"But I am a woman..."

"What's wrong with the woman? Didn't she wash the pots yesterday?"

"..."

Tang Sanzang said softly, "Benefactor Chu, let this humble monk sweep."

"Master, please rest." Chu Yang handed the broom to the woman. "She's young and quick."

The woman gripped the broom, the veins on the back of her hand almost bulging.

A dignified fox demon, sweeping the floor in a mountain god's temple.

If the women in the mountains knew this, how could she ever hold her head up again?

But Chu Yang didn't care what she thought at all, and turned to leave the temple. She had no choice but to bend down and sweep the dust up bit by bit, lifting her skirt. The dust kicked up, making her cough. When Sun Wukong returned with the firewood, he almost dropped it when he saw her covered in soot.

"Wow, Miss Su, your new look is quite nice."

The woman smiled through gritted teeth: "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Great Sage."

"Don't laugh, don't laugh at all." Sun Wukong scratched his head. "Shall I go help you too?"

Just as the woman's hope began to rise, he continued, "But if I go too, I might just end up with even more dust."

"...Then there's no need."

During dinner that night, Chu Yang unusually didn't let her cook for too long, only letting her help with lighting the fire and washing the vegetables. But after they finished eating, he pushed the wooden basin in front of her again.

"No need to do laundry today, give me a leg massage."

The woman nearly overturned the table on the spot.

“Young Master Chu,” she took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound gentle, “I have been busy since yesterday and am really struggling. Could… could I rest for the night?”

Chu Yang looked up at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable in the firelight, but the corners of his mouth slowly curved up: "Miss Su, do you regret following us?"

The woman's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately lowered her eyes: "How could that be? It is my honor to serve you all."

"That's fine then." Chu Yang patted the spot next to his leg. "Come here."

She had no choice but to go.

Outside the temple, the wind rustled the trees, while inside, the fire crackled. Sun Wukong lay half-reclined on a haystack, watching the play with great interest. Tang Sanzang chanted sutras with his eyes closed, his lips moving faster than usual; it was unclear whether he was truly in meditation or deliberately ignoring the music.

The woman knelt beside Chu Yang's legs, her fingertips pressing against his calves, kneading them gently. She was seething with anger, so her touch was inevitably a little too heavy. Unexpectedly, Chu Yang suddenly clicked his tongue: "Your technique is wrong. That's not how you massage legs; you have to go from bottom to top, following the meridians. Never mind, I'll teach you." As he spoke, he reached out and pressed down on her wrist, pushing her upwards slightly.

The woman froze.

In that instant, she felt a scalding heat travel along her skin, so hot that half of her body went numb. She almost lost her shapeshifting form, and it felt as if foxfire was about to burst from her ears.

Chu Yang, however, seemed oblivious, releasing his grip and commenting earnestly, "Isn't that right? Learn from this."

The woman lowered her head, cold sweat beading on her forehead: "Yes."

She finally realized that this person was no ordinary mortal.

The aura emanating from him was ridiculously domineering, like a raging flame that scorches everything, or a peerless, deadly weapon hidden in its sheath. Every time she tried to test him, she was met with a repulsive force. Forget about bewitching him; if she wasn't careful, she might even end up getting herself killed.

Thinking of this, the woman suddenly felt a sense of retreat.

Or... should we run?
Even though Tang Sanzang's flesh is delicious, you still need to be alive to eat it.

But then she thought again, and felt unwilling to give up. She had watched for so long, suffered so much, and yet she had left empty-handed; it was truly frustrating. Besides, the monk's aura was so pure it was almost blinding; just getting close made her feel a strange sense of comfort. If she could really get a bite, her cultivation would surely increase greatly.

No, I have to try again.

She bit her lip, and that soft, innocent smile returned to her face: "Young Master Chu, after massaging your legs, I'll also massage your shoulders and head, if you wish..."

"Yes, I need to," Chu Yang replied quickly.

The woman's eyes lit up.

"Give Monkey a massage later." Chu Yang pointed at Sun Wukong, "He's been gathering a lot of firewood today, his arms are tired."

Sun Wukong sat up abruptly, grinning from ear to ear: "I want a share too?"

woman:"……"

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, and her voice trembled slightly: "Great Sage is all-powerful, why would he need a lowly woman to serve him?"

“Great supernatural powers are great, but my arms are sore.” Sun Wukong nodded seriously. “What you say makes sense. I’ll try it tonight.”

The woman lowered her head, took a deep breath, and then another, barely suppressing the urge to scratch both of their faces.

That night, she not only massaged Chu Yang's legs, but was also dragged by Sun Wukong to "test her skills." The monkey's shoulders and back were harder than stone; her fingers went numb from the massage, but he still complained it wasn't enough, yelling, "Use more force! Did you not eat?"

She cursed inwardly: "Let me eat my fill first!"

When she finally made it to the middle of the night and the temple quieted down, she lay on the haystack, staring at the drafty roof of the dilapidated temple, with only one thought in her mind—this mission was even more difficult than a tribulation.

But what troubled her even more was yet to come.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...

She was firmly tied to Chu Yang's side, as if bound by an invisible rope.

During the day, she carried her bundle, fetched water, cooked, washed vegetables, and gathered firewood. At night, she washed pots and pans, did laundry, massaged his back and legs, and occasionally even sewed up the torn edges of Tang Sanzang's robe. Whenever she tried to get close to Tang Sanzang, Chu Yang would always appear with perfect precision, either making her do chores or deliberately calling her to his side.

Once, she finally managed to catch Tang Sanzang washing his hands by the stream alone. She walked over with a bunch of freshly picked wild fruits and said softly, "Master, these are the ones I picked myself. The sweetest ones are all here."

Just as Tang Sanzang was about to take it, Chu Yang suddenly appeared out of nowhere, snatched the wild fruit first, took a bite, and frowned: "Sour."

Woman: "How could that be? I clearly—"

"Try it yourself." Chu Yang handed her the remaining half.

The woman took a bite without thinking, and her brows furrowed from the sourness.

Chu Yang looked completely innocent: "See, I didn't lie to you. Master has a bad stomach and can't eat anything sour. Go pick something else."

She had no choice but to pick again.

On another occasion, when Tang Sanzang had been walking for a long time and was sweating, she immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe his brow. However, Chu Yang simply raised her hand and threw her own handkerchief to Tang Sanzang.

“Master, use this. That silk handkerchief is too fancy and sheds fibers.”

The woman stared at her handkerchief embroidered with a little fox carrying a flower, so angry that her vision blurred.

Another time, a night wind picked up, and Tang Sanzang sat by the fire chanting scriptures. She deliberately took an outer robe and went over, softly saying, "Master, you must be cold at night," when Chu Yang waved from behind: "Miss Su, is my robe dry?"

"...Dried."

"Then go and bring it back, so it doesn't get wet from the dew."

"But what about Master—"

"I'm here." Chu Yang sat down next to Tang Seng, poking the fire with a twig in his hand. "I'll add firewood for him, he doesn't need you."

She could only stand there, clutching her clothes, her smile more painful than a grimace.

As the days went by, the fox demon Su Wanwan's seductive demeanor didn't diminish, and her smile remained the same, but the resentment in her heart was almost enough to grow a second tail.

What's most infuriating is that she can't help but smile.

Because she could tell that Chu Yang clearly knew what she was all along, yet he deliberately neither exposed her nor chased her away, just keeping her hanging on and ordering her around like a cat toying with a mouse. If she dared to show the slightest impatience, his heterochromatic eyes would sweep over her, sending chills down her spine.

On this day, the group arrived outside a small town.

The town is small, built along the river, with willows planted on both sides of the bluestone road. Pedestrians come and go on the street, and the shouts of vendors selling sugar figurines, steamed buns, blacksmiths, and storytellers mingle together, creating a lively atmosphere.

Chu Yang stopped at the town entrance and stretched: "Finally, we can stay at an inn. Brother Monkey, let's not sleep outdoors tonight, let's have a good meal."

Upon hearing about the delicious food, Sun Wukong's eyes lit up: "I'll book a room too!"

Tang Sanzang smiled and said, "After traveling for several days, we really should take a break."

The woman's heart stirred.

The inn, though crowded and noisy, offered far more opportunities than the wilderness. At least she didn't have to sleep on a straw mat or get slapped in the face by a donkey's tail. More importantly, once the room was locked at night, no matter how thick the walls, there was always a way to escape.

Thinking of this, her smile finally became more genuine, and she said softly, "Young Master Chu, I know some needlework. If you stay at an inn, I can mend your black clothes tonight."

Chu Yang glanced at her: "You can do needlework?"

"I know a little bit."

"That's perfect." Chu Yang snapped his fingers. "Once we get to town, go buy Master two new pairs of socks. His current ones are almost worn out."

woman:"……"

"And another thing," Chu Yang continued, seemingly oblivious to her stiff expression, "my black robe needs mending too, and Monkey King's monk's robe has a torn cuff. You're skillful, so mend a couple more."

Sun Wukong immediately laughed: "Me too? I'll go pick a red thread too."

"Get out of here," Chu Yang cursed, then smiled at the woman, "Miss Su, the capable should do more."

Holding the pile of clothes that needed mending, the woman stood in the bustling crowd at the town entrance, feeling as if the sky had turned gray.

She originally came to seduce.

As a result, she's becoming more and more like a stay-at-home mom accompanying the team.

But she still had to raise her bright face and gently reply to Chu Yang:
"Alright, young master."

After entering the town, the group found a reasonably clean inn to stay in.

The inn was located by the river, with a well in the backyard and two crabapple trees planted beside it. Although it wasn't particularly grand, it had a spacious courtyard and a neatly maintained stable. The innkeeper was a plump middle-aged man. Seeing that Chu Yang and his companions had an impressive bearing, especially Sun Wukong's frighteningly bright eyes, he didn't dare to utter a single unnecessary word and led them upstairs with bows and scrapes.

"Gentlemen, there are three superior rooms upstairs, all facing south and bright. I'll have hot water brought up right away. If you'd like any food, please just let us know." (End of Chapter)