Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 24

Peach Blossom woke up late, so she was unaware of the undercurrents that had surged in the early morning.

After breakfast, she went to the same training ground as yesterday to continue practicing the Flying Dragon Sword Technique.

Thanks to Guan Fusha’s guidance, Peach Blossom’s swordplay had improved somewhat compared to the day before, though it still seemed a bit stiff. Before long, a light sweat beaded on her forehead, and her cheeks flushed pink. Clear signs of her earnest effort.

Sheathing her sword, Peach Blossom walked over to sit and rest under the shade of a tree, the trunk still bearing the marks from yesterday’s sword aura.

Tilting her head back, she took a few gulps of cool water and wiped the sweat from her face with a handkerchief. Gazing at the row of weapon racks across from her, her thoughts began to drift.

Counting carefully, she had been at the Night God Sect for nearly half a month now. So why hadn’t “that event” happened yet? She still remembered that the first Episode of this novel used “that event” as the starting point of the plot, leading to the meeting of the male and female protagonists.

Wait! Could it be… that she had inadvertently altered all the events, causing “that person” to not appear yet? But that didn’t make sense—”that person” wasn’t from the Night God Sect, and she hadn’t met them before joining the sect, so it shouldn’t be possible for her to have disrupted this part of the plot!

The sun climbed higher in the sky, and by noon, its scorching rays beat down fiercely. Yet Peach Blossom remained oblivious, still sitting under the willow tree, lost in deep thought.

Xiao Zhu, knowing Peach Blossom’s delicate constitution, hurried over at the sight. “Guardian, why are you resting here?”

Worried that Peach Blossom might get sunburned, Xiao Zhu quickly used her sleeve to shield her from the harsh sunlight. The sparse willow leaves provided little shade.

“…Huh?” Only then did Peach Blossom snap out of it. She looked up at the sun overhead and said, “Oh, I was just too absorbed in my thoughts.”

The two moved to a shaded area under the eaves before Peach Blossom asked, “By the way, did you need me for something?”

Reminded by her question, Xiao Zhu recalled her actual task. “Yes, Guardian Guan has invited you to join her for lunch at Hibiscus Courtyard.”

Peach Blossom glanced up at the high-noon sun, squinting against its glare. Had it really gotten to noon so quickly?

Even after all this time in the ancient world, she still hadn’t learned to tell time by the sun.

“Alright, I’ll head over now.”

When she arrived at Hibiscus Courtyard, Peach Blossom saw that Guan Fusha was already waiting. “Senior Sister.”

“Junior Sister, you’re here?” Guan Fusha rose with a warm smile, taking Peach Blossom’s hand and guiding her to sit beside her.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, Senior Sister.”

“It’s no trouble—these dishes have just been served.” Guan Fusha picked up a piece of chicken and placed it in Peach Blossom’s bowl. “You’ve worked hard training today, Junior Sister. Eat well.”

Peach Blossom was slightly taken aback. Why did she feel like Guan Fusha was being especially warm today?

“Thank you, Senior Sister.” As Peach Blossom picked up the chicken and took a small bite, Guan Fusha immediately added more dishes to her bowl. “Senior Sister, there’s no need to be so polite. I can help myself.”

Guan Fusha paused briefly, then set down her chopsticks with a smile. “Alright then, help yourself. Take more of whatever you’d like.”

“By the way, Junior Sister, there’s something else I need to discuss with you.”

“What is it?” Peach Blossom asked, her words slightly muffled as she ate.

“You’ve been living in the villa for so long that moving you elsewhere would surely feel uncomfortable. So, I’ve decided to rename it ‘Peach Garden’ and will have someone carve the plaque this afternoon,” Guan Fusha said with a light laugh.

“Pfft… cough…” Peach Blossom choked, hastily grabbing her cup to gulp down some water.

Peach Garden… like the Oath of the Peach Garden? She wasn’t some Liu Bei, Guan Yu, or Zhang Fei!

Guan Fusha patted her back to help her catch her breath. “Why did you choke all of a sudden?”

“N-no, it’s nothing. I’m just a bit overwhelmed. Thank you, Senior Sister, for being so considerate.” Peach Blossom forced a smile.

Guan Fusha blinked her beautiful eyes, as if seeing through Peach Blossom’s thoughts. “Mm, as long as Junior Sister likes it.”

The two chatted idly, and the lunch soon came to an end.

After the meal, Peach Blossom returned to the villa for a short nap before heading back to practice her swordsmanship in the afternoon.

Having finished her duties in the sect, Guan Fusha made a special trip to the training grounds. As expected, she found Peach Blossom practicing there.

Guan Fusha felt genuinely comforted by Peach Blossom’s diligence. She really hadn’t made a mistake in choosing this junior sister!

Peach Blossom was so focused on her training that she didn’t even notice Guan Fusha’s presence.

Guan Fusha observed her movements for a while before speaking up, “…Lift your arm a little higher, level with the sword. Only then can you unleash its full power.”

Startled, Peach Blossom turned around and was surprised to find Guan Fusha standing behind her. “Senior Sister? When did you get here?”

“Just now,” Guan Fusha replied with a faint smile. “Keep practicing.”

“…Oh.”

As Peach Blossom practiced, her gaze kept drifting toward Guan Fusha, making it difficult to concentrate fully. There was no helping it—the sensation from yesterday was still fresh in her mind… It was just too, ahem, overwhelming.

Guan Fusha watched Peach Blossom’s swordplay, offering advice from time to time. “You need to imagine the sword as an extension of your body. Only then can you wield it with ease.”

Though she wanted to step forward and guide her hands-on, the memory of Peach Blossom’s resistant expression from the previous day held her back.

The scene was picturesque: one beauty dancing with a long sword, the other as serene as a deep pool, offering gentle guidance. It was a truly beautiful sight.

…If only two old men hadn’t barged in abruptly.

“Protector!” Qi Yong stormed into the training grounds, followed closely by his disciple, Guo Ping.

“Elder, please calm down, calm down!” Guo Ping trailed behind Qi Yong, repeating the same phrases over and over, yet making no real effort to stop him.

A flicker of displeasure crossed Guan Fusha’s eyes, but she smiled and asked, “Elder Qi? What brings you to the training grounds today?”

Qi Yong glared fiercely at Guan Fusha, his anger palpable.

If he hadn’t happened to pass by the training grounds, he wouldn’t have known that Guan Fusha had actually taught the Flying Dragon Sword Technique to that woman of unknown origins… Wait! He distinctly remembered that woman didn’t know any martial arts. How could she…? Could it be the Longevity Elixir?!

At this thought, Qi Yong’s face darkened with rage.

How precious was the Longevity Elixir? The entire Night God Sect possessed only five pills, and crafting a single one required years of effort and resources. Back then, he had repeatedly hinted and even outright asked for one to nourish his body, yet Guan Fusha had refused. And now she had given it to that woman?!

Qi Yong snorted heavily. “Hmph! Of course, the Protector wouldn’t want her subordinate here in the training grounds!”

“Of course!”

“You…” Qi Yong hadn’t expected Guan Fusha to dare speak to him like this, anger rendering him speechless.

Guan Fusha beamed radiantly and continued, “With the elder’s frail health and the training grounds being such arduous places, I naturally wouldn’t wish for you to come.”