Fairy, please don't do this!

Seeing that Yu Fengzhi's slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, Gu Jinzhao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject: "If Martial Aunt needs to do something, please do so as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, it's almost dawn..."

Yu Fengzhi blushed deeply. "Don't talk nonsense. I'm your martial uncle. How could I do anything to you?"

"Should I go back now?"

Gu Jinzhao's smile deepened, and he made a move to stand up.

"Don't go back!"

Yu Fengzhi subconsciously pressed down on his shoulder and pushed him back down.

When she met his mischievous gaze, she realized she had been tricked. She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and lightly punched him in the chest: "You...you did that on purpose!"

She finally mustered the courage to open her heart and accept this relationship, and she wanted to take this opportunity to solidify her place in his heart.

In this way, her relationship with Gu Jinzhao could transcend that of Mu Yiren and Lin Qingci.

How could they possibly let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Gu Jinzhao took her hand and gently kissed it: "I understand your intentions, Shishu, and I have been looking forward to this day."

This man... he was the one who confessed first, and she was the one who responded.

But at this moment, because of the words "looking forward to the arrival of this day", Yu Fengzhi could no longer suppress the feelings in her heart.

Her gaze grew increasingly unfocused, her inner emotions almost overflowing: "Junior Nephew Gu has been down the mountain for some time now. Has your swordsmanship training been neglected?"

Gu Jinzhao was taken aback, wondering why she suddenly asked this, but still honestly replied, "Of course not!"

Unlike in games, there's no skill point system now.

Therefore, he naturally dared not slack off on his cultivation path.

"That's good."

Yu Fengzhi pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed, as if she had made a decision: "I am both your martial uncle and half your master."

"It is only right to test your swordsmanship skills."

Gu Jinzhao paused for a moment: "Now?"

You were just saying you wanted to make it a fait accompli?

So they turned around and changed it to testing one's cultivation?

Why does this feel so strange?

"Now, of course!"

"Cultivation is a matter that cannot be delayed..."

Yu Fengzhi blushed as she glanced at him, slowly gathering her loose black hair to reveal her long, fair neck, before bending down...

Chapter 214, Unfilial Nephew, Shameful Uncle (3K)

Gu Jinchao lay on the bed, his body tense. He looked up at his uncle, who was so close to him, and his breathing gradually became rapid and heavy.

"My swordsmanship comes from my master uncle, and my sword intent is also unstoppable and indestructible."

"I've been training almost day and night these past few days, and I've improved a lot since I came down the mountain..."

Yu Fengzhi raised her head slightly, revealing her blushing face. She glared at him with embarrassment and annoyance, and whispered, "Shut up!"

At this moment, she sat sideways on the edge of the bed, her voluptuous and graceful body still wrapped in that crimson cheongsam.

However, due to her sitting posture, the hem of her stockings bunched up at the sides of her legs, and at the side slit, crimson silk stockings clung tightly to her snow-white skin, winding down her plump thighs to the pair of red lotus high heels on her feet.

With her head slightly lowered, a few strands of hair clung to her cheeks and were pressed against her fiery red lips, making her look exceptionally alluring.

A hint of a smile flashed in Gu Jinzhao's eyes as he deliberately teased, "Can't Martial Uncle speak? Why do you need to use telepathy?"

For some reason, whenever he saw Yu Fengzhi displaying her dignified demeanor as a martial uncle, he always felt the urge to tease her.

Seeing her embarrassed and angry, seeing her glaring eyes, seeing her stubbornness despite knowing she couldn't do anything to him.

"you……"

Yu Fengzhi was furious. She suddenly clenched her five fingers together and squeezed hard.

"hiss--"

Gu Jinzhao gasped in pain, his whole body stiffening. He quickly begged for mercy, "I was wrong... Uncle-Master!"

He was just being cheeky, why go to such lengths?

Yu Fengzhi snorted coldly before releasing her grip: "If you dare to spout nonsense again, don't blame me for severing the foundation of your swordsmanship with a single sword strike."

Sometimes she couldn't figure out whether she was Feng'er or her martial aunt.

Feng'er is passionate and fiery, with a strong sense of love and hate.

Especially when she was alone with Gu Jinzhao, she liked to wear revealing clothes and stick close to him, trying to seduce him and watch him become infatuated with her.

As for her martial uncle, he naturally possessed a mature mindset, lacking some of the pure girlish heart but possessing more of the dignity befitting an elder.

Therefore, when faced with Gu Jinzhao, the unfilial junior disciple who dragged him down, he always wanted to teach him a lesson.

Two personalities intertwine within her, making her sometimes as radiant as fire and sometimes as dignified as a teacher, so much so that even she herself cannot distinguish which side is the real her.

Gu Jinzhao breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to stroke her soft hair, and changed the subject at the right time: "I accidentally obtained a cultivation technique called 'The Record of Dragon and Phoenix Harmony,' which can help men and women complement each other's yin and yang."

"It records a supernatural power called the Dragon-Phoenix Bridge. I've pondered it for a long time, but I still don't quite understand how to cultivate it."

"I would like to ask my senior uncle for some guidance."

Yu Fengzhi was slightly taken aback, and looked up at him: "What Dragon and Phoenix Bridge?"

The cheongsam's teardrop neckline was half-open, revealing two full, round breasts that seemed about to burst out, like heavy, ripe fruits bending the branches, ready to fall.

Gu Jinzhao's gaze was involuntarily drawn in, "It's like a yin-yang symbol, where the two energies of yin and yang are connected end to end, endlessly generating and cycling..."

Upon hearing this, Yu Fengzhi's flawless face instantly turned crimson, as if it were about to bleed. "You... why do you suddenly want to cultivate this divine power?"

Gu Jinzhao took a deep breath to suppress the pounding in his heart: "I have encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation of the True Yang Sword Technique. I need to use Yin energy to nourish the True Yang Sword Intent and condense it into the Ultimate Yang Sword Intent."

This wasn't him deliberately teasing Yu Fengzhi; it was a genuine incident.

This is why An Wanxi always liked to feed him Yin energy.

Yu Fengzhi's cheeks flushed, and her expression became increasingly unnatural: "Are you trying to trick me?"

Gu Jinzhao chuckled and raised his hand to touch her burning cheek: "When have I ever lied to my martial uncle?"

Yu Fengzhi lowered her eyes, still unable to suppress the shame in her heart: "But I still feel that this is somewhat humiliating to you..."

Gu Jinzhao chuckled and said, "If my martial aunt is willing to set aside her feminine reserve for me, how can I not set aside my masculine dignity?"

He paused, a mischievous smile appearing in his eyes: "Besides, back at Qingyan Temple, Feng'er once performed the Sword Condensation Technique for me. My martial uncle happened to return then, and then..."

"Stop talking!"

Yu Fengzhi blurted it out almost without thinking, feeling as if she were being roasted over a raging fire, her entire body burning hot.

Thinking of the scene of her death that day, she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it on the spot.

At that moment, the reversal of fate was just resolved, and she just woke up.

To her surprise, the moment she opened her eyes, Gu Jinzhao gave her a gift.

She was naturally furious and embarrassed, so she delivered a karate chop to his neck, knocking him unconscious.

Afterwards, they made up an excuse, saying that Gu Jinzhao was influenced by the Buddhist nun's "Emptiness and Form Zen Sutra," which corrupted his mind and spirit. He was then aroused by the aphrodisiac oil and fell into a dreamlike state of infatuation. This was how they managed to cover it up.

But she knew in her heart that it was not a hallucination at all.

That really happened.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Gu Jinzhao couldn't help but gently pat the back of her head: "Uncle-Master?"

Yu Fengzhi's breath hitched, and her beautiful eyes widened involuntarily: "You unfilial...nephew!"

Gu Jinzhao coughed lightly, somewhat embarrassed: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I just wanted to ask if my martial uncle has made up his mind yet..."

Yu Fengzhi remained silent for a moment.

The candlelight flickered, and on that exquisitely beautiful face, shyness and tenderness intertwined, finally culminating in a barely audible sigh: "Just this once."

After saying that, he slowly turned around.

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle-Master."

Gu Jinzhao no longer hesitated and immediately raised his head.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Jinglan Hall.

Xiao Qingyi slowly rose from the bath.

A faint blush lingered on her flawless face, and a subtle allure lingered between her brows.

Her soaked black hair clung to her beautifully curved back, and water droplets from the ends of her hair flowed slowly down her curvaceous figure, past her slender waist, and dripped onto the ground.

The next instant, a surge of true energy erupted, and the water vapor around him evaporated completely.

Jing Shu immediately stepped forward, unfolded a phoenix-patterned nightgown, and gently wrapped it around that mature and alluring body: "Your Majesty's mad desire... has it been suppressed?"

Xiao Qingyi remained silent, but a deep sense of shame and annoyance welled up in her pale golden phoenix eyes.

That lackey toyed with her for a while, and then ran away.

She's still seething with anger inside, with nowhere to vent it.

'It seems that Xiao Chao truly helped the Empress suppress her mad desires.'

Jing Shu took in her expression, and her suspicions grew stronger.

Last time, the Empress urgently summoned Gu Jinzhao, and then his mad desire was suppressed.

This time, it's the same again.

This is no coincidence.

Ke Jing Shu couldn't understand how Gu Jinzhao, with his strength at the sixth rank of Yin God Realm, could have done it.

Xiao Qingyi's voice suddenly rang out, interrupting her thoughts: "Has the quota for the inner palace for this birthday celebration been finalized?"

Jing Shu immediately composed herself and respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, it has been decided."

The Empress Dowager's birthday celebration is an extremely grand and solemn occasion.

All officials in Beijing will be present at that time.

However, officials of the fifth rank and below could only offer birthday greetings at the palace steps or the outer perimeter.

Only officials of the fifth rank or above, as well as princes, marquises, and generals, were allowed to enter the inner palace to participate in the banquet.

Xiao Qingyi asked calmly, "Is Gu Jinzhao among them?"

Jing Shu answered truthfully: "This list was drafted a month ago. At that time, Commander Gu's official rank was only sixth grade, so he could not enter the inner palace."

Xiao Qingyi's lips curled into a cold, elegant smile: "Add Gu Jinzhao's name."

"He will serve me in my presence."

You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple.

On her birthday night, she was determined to properly "repay" this lackey for the Battle of Red Cliffs.

Jing Shu was slightly taken aback, but still nodded and said, "This servant has remembered."

Tomorrow, she will go to the Military Supervisor's Office to read out the imperial edict, promoting Gu Jinzhao to Deputy Commander of the Demon Suppression Division, with an official rank of fifth grade.

According to the rules, someone of the fifth rank would naturally not be allowed to enter the inner palace to offer birthday greetings, let alone serve at close range.

However, since the Empress Dowager had already spoken, the rules were naturally null and void.

Jing Shu seemed to have thought of something and whispered, "On His Majesty's birthday, he also invited the Zen Master and his disciples."

"I'm afraid they're up to no good."

Zen is no longer the state religion, and even if a Zen master has attained extraordinary cultivation, they are not eligible for an invitation according to the rules.