Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 20

The future seemed so bright that Peach Blossom felt a bit unsettled and suddenly grew hesitant. She looked at Guan Fusha with wide, pleading eyes and asked, “Senior Sister, this pill is so precious. Are you sure it’s really alright for me to take it?”

Guan Fusha was amused by her expression and couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Don’t worry, there are several more stored here.”

Upon hearing this, Peach Blossom immediately regretted her words and felt like slapping herself.

Ah, if only she had asked for one more! But now she finally understood why the alchemy room was so heavily guarded.

Peach Blossom tilted her head back and swallowed the pill. Before long, she felt a warmth in her dantian, and a surge of immense power welled up from its depths, spreading throughout her entire body. She felt invigorated, with no more soreness in her back or legs. Climbing five flights of stairs? She could probably manage fifty without breaking a sweat!

“How do you feel?” Guan Fusha asked.

“Good, incredibly good,” Peach Blossom replied, waving her arm through the air as if she could feel muscles forming.

Guan Fusha smiled gently. “Alright then, follow me.”

After leaving the alchemy room, Guan Fusha led Peach Blossom to the training ground.

The vast training ground was empty, with weapon racks neatly arranged on both sides, displaying an array of dazzling and varied weapons. Beside the racks stood an old willow tree. Under the bright afternoon sun, without a hint of breeze, its lush green leaves hung lifelessly.

Guan Fusha walked over to the weapon racks, examined them for a moment, and selected a long sword for Peach Blossom. “Try performing the first move of the Flying Dragon Sword Manual.”

Peach Blossom took the sword, paused for a moment, and slowly recalled the moves from the manual. She assumed the stance, gripped the hilt tightly, channeled the energy from her dantian into the blade, and swung fiercely at the willow leaves.

Her original intention was merely to slice off a leaf, but instead, she left a deep gash in the tree trunk. What’s more, her sword hadn’t even made contact with the tree. Meaning the sheer force of her sword energy alone had been powerful enough to cause such damage!

Peach Blossom stared at the old willow tree, utterly stunned and unable to look away.

At this level, wasn’t she already a master?

“Senior Sister, this… this…”

“Hmm, passable,” Guan Fusha replied, seemingly less impressed than Peach Blossom.

The Longevity Elixir should have granted her junior sister enough power to cut down the entire tree with her sword energy. However, given Peach Blossom’s naturally delicate constitution, this was probably the extent of what she could achieve.

Peach Blossom looked at Guan Fusha in disbelief.

This was only passable? It felt nothing short of a miracle!

“Continue. Perform the entire Flying Dragon Sword Manual.”

Peach Blossom composed herself, recalling the movements from the manual as she executed them.

The first few moves were performed with decent form, but as she progressed, her focus and technique began to falter. By the time she finished the entire set, a light sweat beaded on her forehead, and her breathing grew heavy.

Having never held a sword before, Peach Blossom had concentrated too much on the weapon itself, neglecting her own posture. Moreover, her body had undergone changes, and she hadn’t yet fully adapted to its new capabilities.

She studied Guan Fusha’s expression, her heart filled with anxiety, and cautiously asked, “Senior Sister, did I do poorly?”

“Not at all. You did very well,” Guan Fusha reassured her with a gentle smile, aware of how challenging it must have been.

She walked over and took Taohua’s sword-holding hand, using her other hand to gently pry open Taohua’s fingers one by one, teaching her the correct grip. “See, holding the sword like this won’t be so strenuous.”

They stood extremely close. Taohua could not only catch the fragrance emanating from her but also clearly see the necklace around her neck. A playful breeze lifted a strand of Guan Fusha’s black hair, brushing it against Taohua’s neck, causing a ticklish sensation that made her want to pull away. Yet Guan Fusha held her hand firmly, leaving her unable to move.

“Junior Sister?” Guan Fusha looked at Taohua with confusion, not understanding why she kept fidgeting.

Taohua’s face flushed slightly, and she said somewhat sheepishly, “Senior Sister, your hair is tickling my neck.”

“Is that so? Then I’ll change my position.”

Guan Fusha moved behind Taohua, taking her hand to demonstrate how to thrust the sword. They were now even closer, and two soft mounds occasionally brushed against Taohua’s back. Her face instantly turned as red as fire, and she hurriedly tried to create some distance, stammering, “Senior Sister, c-could you not stand so… so close?”

At first, Guan Fusha didn’t understand, but she quickly caught on and couldn’t resist teasing her. She tightened her grip on Taohua’s sword-holding hand and pressed her body back against her. “How can I correct your posture if I don’t get closer?”

She said it with such matter-of-factness that Taohua grew even more embarrassed, her ears turning red. Senior Sister was wholeheartedly teaching her martial arts, yet she harbored such impure thoughts—how shameful!

“I’m sorry, Senior Sister.” At that moment, Taohua wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.

“It’s fine. Let’s continue practicing.” Guan Fusha suppressed a laugh and deliberately pressed even closer than before, her well-proportioned figure clearly outlined against Taohua’s back. “Yes, just like that. Imagine your arm and the sword becoming one.”

Taohua’s cheeks burned fiercely. She couldn’t process a word Guan Fusha was saying, her attention entirely focused on the warm, delicate body pressed against her back. Her own body stiffened like a wooden stake, afraid to move.

Guan Fusha’s hand slid up from Taohua’s back to her shoulders, gently massaging them. “Junior Sister, your body is too tense. You can’t practice swordplay like this. Come on, relax a little.”

But they were so close that every time Guan Fusha spoke, her warm breath brushed against Taohua’s most sensitive ear. Combined with the tingling sensation in her shoulders, Taohua finally couldn’t take it and broke free.

Her face flushed crimson and her breathing slightly ragged, Taohua looked at Guan Fusha’s innocent expression and felt like crying.

Why was practicing martial arts so difficult! If Guan Fusha were a man, she would be absolutely certain she was being harassed. But she was a woman! And she was only diligently teaching her martial arts, while she…

Taohua bit her lower lip in frustration, feeling utterly humiliated.

“Junior Sister, what’s wrong?” Guan Fusha feigned innocence, but seeing Taohua on the verge of tears, she couldn’t help but blame herself for going too far.

“Nothing, I…” Taohua suddenly paused, unsure how to explain, and hastily made up an excuse. “I’m just feeling a bit unwell…”

Unwilling to expose her, Guan Fusha went along with it. “Since you’re not feeling well, let’s stop here for today.”