Happy days are always short-lived. On the seventh day of Zhou Fan and Yaya's inseparable time, a guest Zhou Fan had never expected arrived before his thatched hut.
“Knock, knock, knock.” A knocking sound rang out.
Hearing the knock, Zhou Fan, while helping Yaya dress, asked towards the door, “Who is it?”
“Teacher, it’s me, Jiang Qingzhi.”
Listening to the clear, cold female voice outside the door, Zhou Fan instantly recalled events from three years ago.
Jiang Qingzhi was the beloved daughter of Kang Wang, a leisurely prince in the Da Qian Dynasty.
And Kang Wang was Zhou Fan’s good friend, the prince.
After dressing neatly, Zhou Fan pushed open the door.
Outside the door, an eighteen-year-old girl with a graceful figure, a clear and cold demeanor, like a plum blossom defying the snow, stood there beautifully.
Her long, dark hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, and as a gentle breeze swept by, a few strands drifted across Jiang Qingzhi’s fair forehead.
Looking at the beautiful girl who had grown into such a graceful young woman, Zhou Fan was momentarily lost in thought.
However, he quickly composed himself and spoke with a smile.
“Qingzhi, why have you come? Is something the matter?”
The girl smiled slightly, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, and said somewhat playfully, “Teacher, can’t I come see you if there’s nothing wrong?”
“Of course you can.” A warm smile also appeared on Zhou Fan’s handsome face.
Jiang Qingzhi looked at Zhou Fan’s sunny and handsome smile, and only then did she notice the huge change in his appearance.
She asked in shock, “Teacher, you, how did you become so young?”
Looking at the clear and cold girl whose mouth was agape in an “O” shape, Zhou Fan replied indifferently, “I just gained some Opportunity.”
“And Qingzhi, I am no longer your teacher. After all, you completed your studies three years ago.”
“Teacher, what are you saying? In my eyes, you will always be Qingzhi’s teacher. A teacher for a day, a teacher for… life.”
“Ah, Qingzhi, you truly are my best disciple. If every disciple were like you, how wonderful that would be.”
Hearing Zhou Fan’s praise, and looking at his flawlessly handsome face, for some reason, Jiang Qingzhi’s earlobes felt slightly warm.
She lowered her head slightly, not daring to look into Zhou Fan’s eyes, which were filled with vicissitudes and shone like bright stars, and said somewhat shyly.
“Teacher, wasn’t your favorite disciple always Senior Sister Chu Yanran?”
“Oh? By the way, where is Senior Sister Chu Yanran? Why haven’t I seen her?”
“She… left the sect on her own.”
Zhou Fan said, feigning extreme pain.
If it weren’t for his insufficient acting skills, Zhou Fan would have even squeezed out two drops of tears.
After all, in the past few days, he had first obtained the System, and then gained Yaya; his life had been so comfortable, why would he still dwell on those trivial past matters?
Chu Yanran, who is she?
Not familiar, truly not familiar.
At most, if I encounter her in the Cultivation World later, I’ll capture her and make her my wife. Anyway, I won’t feel bad about how I make her have children.
Zhou Fan thought to himself, secretly plotting.
Jiang Qingzhi had no idea that her Master, whom she had always respected, had undergone such a significant change in just a few days. Her memories of her Master were still stuck three years ago.
At that time, her Master was gentle and courteous, taught her with great patience, and was witty and humorous. Whenever Jiang Qingzhi was with her Master, she felt particularly relaxed.
That period was the happiest time for Jiang Qingzhi.
Later, her Master left, and Jiang Qingzhi also reached the age for marriage. Unfortunately, with her Master as the standard, she couldn’t bring herself to like any of the later, crooked-gourd-and-cracked-date types.
Her father, Kang Wang, was also quite doting on his youngest daughter and didn’t rush her into marriage, so Jiang Qingzhi remains unmarried to this day.
Alas, if only Master were younger…
Hey, Master seems to have become younger now.
Thinking of this, Jiang Qingzhi slightly raised her head again, secretly glancing at Zhou Fan’s handsome face, which was overflowing with charm.
As she looked, Jiang Qingzhi’s earlobes turned red again, and even her face felt a little warm.
Outwardly, she was still trying her best to maintain her clear and cold demeanor, but many strange thoughts popped into her mind.
Teacher, he probably won’t refuse to be with me, right~
Hehe, Teacher is so good-looking, our children will definitely be very cute too.
Oh dear, Jiang Qingzhi, what are you thinking? You truly are a shameless bad woman.
But… Teacher really is my type, and now he’s become so handsome.
Teacher’s Martial Dao cultivation is also very high, his body must be especially strong, right~
…
Zhou Fan, on the other hand, was a bit bewildered. He had been maintaining that melancholic pose for so long, why wasn’t his most filial disciple, Jiang Qingzhi, comforting him yet?
After posing for another 25 seconds, Zhou Fan really couldn’t hold it anymore.
He slowly retracted his gaze, which had been looking into the distance, filled with vicissitudes, and turned to Jiang Qingzhi in front of him.
He didn’t pay attention at first, but when he did, he was startled.
He saw that Jiang Qingzhi’s pretty face was now alarmingly red, looking incredibly alluring, with not a trace of her initial clear and cold demeanor.
Moreover, her breathing was rapid, and even wisps of steam were rising from her head, clearly looking like she was about to burn out.
Zhou Fan was startled. He couldn’t help but place his hand on Jiang Qingzhi’s forehead with some concern. Feeling the scorching temperature there, Zhou Fan asked with concern.
“Qingzhi, are you having a fever?”
Jiang Qingzhi was still immersed in her fantasy of a private, intimate life with Zhou Fan when she was suddenly ambushed by him.
She was also startled. The Zhou Fan of the past was very respectful of male-female etiquette; during the three years he taught her, he had never touched her body.
What was wrong with Master now?
I think… I like it even more~
Feeling the warmth and slight roughness of the large hand on her forehead, Jiang Qingzhi, as if by some strange impulse, shook her head, thoroughly enjoying Zhou Fan’s touch.
However, on the surface, Jiang Qingzhi still maintained her aloofness. She spoke in a clear, cold voice with a slight tremor.
“Teacher, Qingzhi is fine. I don’t have a fever, mm~”
Hmm?
Hearing that barely audible soft hum at the end of Jiang Qingzhi’s words, Zhou Fan felt his entire being go blank.
Jiang Qingzhi, what are you doing?
If it weren’t for my Breakthrough to the Martial Dao Grandmaster realm, I wouldn’t have even heard your soft hum.
The world I Transmigrated to should be correct, right?
This is a proper Cultivation World, right?
But looking at Jiang Qingzhi, whose eyes were darting around, her almond eyes slightly narrowed, her face full of enjoyment, rubbing against him, Zhou Fan felt his cerebellum had taken a tiny bit of a shock.
It’s over, what do I do if my cerebellum isn’t enough anymore?
After a long silence, Jiang Qingzhi finally realized her infatuated behavior. She opened her eyes, looked at Zhou Fan’s strange expression, and felt she had never been so shy in her life as she was today.
Oh dear, how embarrassing~
Jiang Qingzhi quickly rubbed a few more times on Zhou Fan’s hand, then took a big step back, and said with a serious expression.
“Teacher, my forehead suddenly felt a little itchy just now.”
“Uh, it’s fine, Qingzhi. You should still tell me why you came today.”
Zhou Fan felt his own forehead was a bit itchy too, as if his brain was about to grow.
Jiang Qingzhi seemed to have returned to normal now. After forcefully suppressing the surging love in her heart, she said with a clear, saintly expression: “Master, my father said he wants to see you.”
“He said, this might be the last time…”
So that’s it, Zhou Fan nodded understandingly upon hearing this. “Alright, then let’s depart in the next two days. It’s been a few years since I last saw that old friend.”