Martial King’s Retired Life – Vol. 08 Ch. 47

The “Yu” in Yu Feiyuan’s name is actually written with the character for “rain”, not “jade” as it’s popularly used.

The cold droplets of water streaking down from her collar bone let off steam despite there being a cold wind. Yu Feiyuan had tall peaks, but Boss Shen’s still trumped hers. While Boss Shen’s cushions were the type you that incited an urge to rub them and would sink your hands into, Yu Feiyuan’s had more “oomph” to them, so you could feel the pushback but never feel sick of them owing to her diligent training. When women develop their chest muscles, the muscles underneath give their breasts that more perky appearance, and that was the sort of look Yu Feiyuan’s assets had to them.

The upright posture Yu Feiyuan adopted didn’t resemble a woman trying to borrow the moonlight for a sultrier vibe but a warrior dressed in iron armour, ready to put you away if you challenged her. When Young Shiyi goes naked, it’s a dangerous tease. On the other hand, Yu Feiyuan’s stance was merely an expression of fearlessness because her issue of being seen in the nude was simply, “Shifu said I can’t let men see me nude.” She wouldn’t squeal as a young girl did if you accidentally saw her exposed.

“Who’s there?”

Yu Feiyuan cast a barrier of qi with a three metre radius around her, pushing away the water covering her body parts in the process, as she couldn’t spot my location since I barely muttered under my breath. Thus began our silence face off in the water and shrubs, though the temperature in the shrubs kept rising.

It’s only been a ten years since I last saw her, yet she’s developed s-, hmm? Oh, precious nose blood. I need to do something, or she’ll stand there without any qualms for an hour.

I popped my head out of the shrubs and, adopting a husky voice, teased, “Hehehe, who would’ve imagined Wutong Jin Yuxuan’s senior disciple would be snooping around at night. Might this one be able to ask since when Wutong Jin Yuxuan started dabbling in the espionage department?”

“So it was you!”

She already identified me?!

“Sneak attacking me was underhanded!”

Oh, thank god it was just th-

Yu Feiyuan uncorked a palm strike my way before I could finish my thought, prompting me to retreat whilst covering my eyes… Technically, she did slip on some clothing, but all said clothing was a piece of cloth wrapped around her. I could see her pronounced lines as clear as day due to the water shrinking her attire and fitting material it was made from.

“Put something on!”

“Pugilists talk with their fists. What does dressing or not have anything to do with it?!”

Who taught you that?! Your shifu tricked you again, didn’t she? I guarantee she didn’t mean it in that sense!

Out came another big palm from Yu Feiyuan, forcing me to strafe.

“Coward, fight me face to face!”

Yu Feiyuan switched to Emei Swordplay, a style that melded fluidity and rigidness. She wasn’t just the senior disciple of Wutong Jin Yuxuan but also the granddaughter of Emei’s patriarch, Golden Summit’s Daoist Ziguan.

I gave her three moves the slip and questioned, “What did you sneak into their room for?”

“To gather information. What’s it to you?”

“Information pertaining to the culprit who’s been stealing weapons recently?”

“Yes. You, too?”

Talking with me while scantily dressed… Everything I told you in the past went out the other ear, d-

Yu Feiyuan caught me off guard with a big palm strike.

“Oi, why are you attacking as you answer?!”

“I was once taught that there’s no point in speaking to the enemy.”

Karma! Karma has come around!

 

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