Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 7

Peach Blossom followed Guan Fusha to the lakeside pavilion, where a man in green robes sat. In his left hand, he held a book, while his right hand grasped a white chess piece. Though an exquisitely crafted jade chessboard lay on the stone table, the seat opposite him was empty.

From the shore, Peach Blossom couldn’t clearly see what book he was holding and assumed it was a chess manual. She turned to Guan Fusha and said, “Guardian Guan, it seems the Sect Leader is studying chess strategies. Would he be displeased if we disturb him so abruptly?”

Guan Fusha smiled gracefully. “You’re mistaken, miss. What my master holds isn’t a chess manual—it’s The Art of War by Sun Tzu.”

“The Art of War?” Peach Blossom looked stunned.

Did that mean Dongfang Wen was reading while playing chess?

“Indeed,” Guan Fusha replied, long accustomed to her master’s eccentric habits. “This is his routine. Every morning, he comes to this pavilion to enjoy tea, read, and play chess simultaneously.”

“Is the Sect Leader waiting for you to play with him? Have I delayed you?” Peach Blossom asked nervously. After all, whether she could join the Night God Sect depended entirely on Dongfang Wen’s approval. If she angered him, her plans to secure his favor would be ruined.

“Not at all,” Guan Fusha said, finding Peach Blossom’s anxious demeanor utterly endearing. “My master dislikes being disturbed while playing chess, so he only plays against himself.”

Peach Blossom relaxed slightly, only to tense up again as another thought struck her. “Then would going over now still disturb him? Should we wait until he finishes his game before—”

The stream of questions pouring from her cherry-like lips didn’t annoy Guan Fusha in the slightest. On the contrary, she found Peach Blossom utterly adorable, especially with those faint blushes of nervousness coloring her cheeks like ripening peaches.

Hmm… Perhaps it was because her master’s reputation outside was so notorious. Rumors of him being ruthless and bloodthirsty had clearly frightened the poor girl.

To ease Peach Blossom’s nerves, Guan Fusha decided to “help” in her own way. Suddenly, she wrapped an arm around Peach Blossom’s slender waist. Too preoccupied with worrying about Dongfang Wen’s impression of her, Peach Blossom didn’t react in time. In an instant, they were pressed close, so near that each could feel the other’s breath.

Though this was the second time Guan Fusha had held her like this, seeing that bewitchingly beautiful face up close once again made Peach Blossom’s heart race uncontrollably. She stared, spellbound, unable to look away.

Guan Fusha’s lips curved into a mesmerizing smile, making Peach Blossom’s heart skip several beats. With a light leap, she stepped onto the lake’s surface, her delicate embroidered shoes remaining perfectly dry as she glided across the water.

Only when her feet left solid ground did Peach Blossom realize Guan Fusha was pulling another dramatic stunt. A startled scream nearly escaped her, but survival instinct kicked in. She clung tightly to Guan Fusha’s waist, not daring to let go.

To think she’d been tricked by Guan Fusha a second time, Taohua couldn’t help feeling annoyed. She slightly raised her head, hoping to strengthen her resistance by taking in more of that bewitchingly beautiful face. Just then, Guan Fusha turned her head, and those soft, pink lips brushed against Taohua’s cheek.

An electric tingle surged through Guan Fusha’s entire body. She froze, only snapping out of it when the coolness of the lake water reached her toes. With a few light leaps, she swiftly arrived at the stone steps of the lakeside pavilion.

Taohua didn’t notice Guan Fusha’s odd reaction. Her face had gone pale with fright, and she pressed a hand to her pounding heart, assuming it was just another one of Guan Fusha’s pranks.

Seeing Taohua like this, Guan Fusha actually felt a twinge of guilt. “Miss Taohua, are you alright?” she asked.

“Y-yes, I’m fine…” Taohua was still shaken, her little heart nearly leaping out of her chest from the scare. She was furious but didn’t dare say a word.

The warmth lingering in her palm suddenly reminded Guan Fusha of that fleeting kiss on the lake. Her heart skipped a beat, and she hastily let go of Taohua in a fluster.

Lost in her own thoughts, Taohua didn’t notice Guan Fusha’s expression. Suddenly feeling the support at her waist vanish, she nearly toppled over. Having never been steady on her feet to begin with. Staggering a few steps, her back hit a vermilion pillar before she finally steadied herself.

Guan Fusha reached out to catch her but was a second too late. With a somewhat sheepish air, she withdrew her hand, though her face quickly resumed its usual carefree smile. “Come,” she said to Taohua. “I’ll take you to meet the sect leader.”

Taohua missed the fleeting expression on Guan Fusha’s face. Hearing they were going to see the sect leader, she hurried after her, ignoring the lingering pain in her back.

“Master,” Guan Fusha greeted as she stepped into the pavilion, bowing respectfully to Dongfang Wen with her ever-present smile. “I’ve brought someone to see you.”

Dongfang Wen had long noticed their presence but had remained silent.

His features weren’t strikingly handsome, but they were passable. Though compared to Guan Fusha’s beauty, most people could only be described as “passable,” with very few truly standing out. Streaks of silver threaded through his long, jet-black hair, left untied and cascading freely over his shoulders, stirred gently by the breeze like a martial arts master from the movies, exuding an aura of effortless power.

Dongfang Wen acted as though he hadn’t heard Guan Fusha, his attention fixed on the book in his hands. Without even glancing away, he placed a black chess piece onto the board with his right hand.

Taohua knew nothing about chess and couldn’t tell whether Dongfang Wen’s move was good or bad. But the fact that he could read and play simultaneously, looking so utterly at ease and unbothered, convinced her he must be an extraordinary, awe-inspiring figure. Nervousness crept in, and she regarded him with immense reverence.

Dongfang Wen, leader of the Night God Sect! The master of the overwhelmingly powerful Guan Fusha! He was practically a godlike existence!

If she could successfully join the Night God Sect, she might even get a chance to cling to Dongfang Wen’s mighty coattails, learn a trick or two, and someday set up her own little villainous stronghold somewhere. Life would be smooth sailing from then on!

Holy moly! Had she accidentally stumbled upon a path to riches?!

Guan Fusha was long accustomed to Dongfang Wen’s aloof and indifferent demeanor. Her smile didn’t falter in the slightest as she repeated, “Master, your disciple has brought someone to meet you.”

This time, Dongfang Wen finally reacted. His gaze lifted from the scroll in his hands, flickering briefly over the peach blossom standing behind Guan Fusha before returning to his book. Emotionlessly, he asked, “And?”

In that brief moment their eyes met, Peach Blossom’s admiration for Dongfang Wen grew even stronger.

Even his gaze was so damn pretentious. This Dongfang Sect Leader was practically ready to soar into the heavens and rub shoulders with the sun!

Guan Fusha took a step back and began introducing the girl behind her. “This is Miss Peach Blossom. Two days ago, I found her injured in front of Ruyi Hall and brought her back to the sect to recover. By chance, I learned she wishes to join the Night God Sect, so today I brought her to meet you. What does Master think?”

Dongfang Wen paused mid-move as he held a chess piece, then placed it precisely on the board with a crisp click.

Setting down his scroll, he stood up, hands clasped behind his back, and gave Peach Blossom a once-over. A single glance was all it took for him to determine she had no talent for martial arts. “Mediocre at best. Not worth teaching.”

His words struck like thunder, plunging Peach Blossom’s vision and her future into darkness.

She hadn’t even had a chance to prove herself, and already the Pretentious God was dismissing her! Her dreams of wealth and prosperity had barely begun!

Following Dongfang Wen’s gaze, Guan Fusha chuckled lightly. “Wouldn’t it be fascinating, Master, to carve a worthless block of rotten wood into a renowned statue admired by all?”

Dongfang Wen pondered for a moment before replying, “No.”

Peach Blossom could swear on Guan Fusha’s damn reputation that for a split second, the smile on the latter’s face had frozen solid! Who would’ve thought the Pretentious God was also a brutally honest boy? Not even sparing his own disciple any face!

After answering Guan Fusha, Dongfang Wen sat back down, returning to his book and chess game, completely absorbed in his own little world.

Despite being so blatantly rebuffed by her master, Guan Fusha showed no irritation. Smiling gracefully, she took a seat opposite him and placed a black piece on the board.

Dongfang Wen looked up, his expression unchanged, but Guan Fusha could see a flicker of displeasure in his eyes.

Unfazed, her smile unwavering, she said, “Sect affairs are overwhelming. It’s time for your disciple to share some of the burden.”