Hold Tight to the Female Lead's Thigh [Transmigration GL] - Episode 8

Although the words were spoken politely, there was an underlying hint of threat that wasn’t hard to detect.

Dongfang Wen picked up a white piece and placed it on the board, his expression as calm and unchanging as still water.

Peach Blossom watched from the side, not daring to breathe too loudly, her palms sweating with nervousness. If this continued, would the master and disciple end up fighting? She, an innocent bystander, would surely be caught in the crossfire!

A deathly silence filled the air, with neither speaking. After a long while, Dongfang Wen finally picked up a black piece from the jade box and placed it on the board before saying, “…Annoying girl, do as you please.”

With that, Dongfang Wen suddenly stood and lightly slapped the stone table. The tea set and board on the table were all jolted upward by his internal energy. Not to be outdone, Guan Fusha deftly caught the delicate teapot made of fine purple clay with a flick of her slender fingers and poured tea into a nearby cup with lightning speed.

Dongfang Wen increased the pressure of his internal energy on the table, causing the purple clay cup filled with hot tea to tremble violently, nearly spilling its contents. Guan Fusha pushed out with her hand, sending the jade chessboard sliding beneath the teetering cup to stabilize it.

Perhaps satisfied with his disciple’s skill, a fleeting smile flashed in Dongfang Wen’s eyes before vanishing just as quickly. He intensified his internal energy, and cracks began to form on the sturdy stone table. Knowing her master’s prowess, Guan Fusha didn’t dare underestimate him. She mirrored his action, slamming her palm onto the table to release her own energy.

Even the solid stone table couldn’t withstand the force, shattering into pieces that clattered to the ground. The items above, now unsupported, succumbed to gravity and fell. The black and white chess pieces scattered everywhere with a loud clatter, like a sudden downpour of rain.

The cup, still steadied by the board, also began to fall. With a graceful wave of her hand, Guan Fusha sent it flying toward Peach Blossom.

The exchange between the two happened far too quickly for Peach Blossom, who knew nothing of martial arts, to follow. One moment the table was intact, the next it shattered, and then a cup of tea was hurled her way. Startled, she fumbled to catch it. Though some tea spilled, most remained, and thankfully it was only warm, not scalding.

Guan Fusha smiled sweetly, chiding Peach Blossom in a playful tone, “What are you standing there for, junior sister? Come and serve tea to our master.”

Peach Blossom froze, her mind struggling to process the words.

Junior sister? Dongfang Wen only had Guan Fusha as his disciple! And with only the three of them in the lakeside pavilion, did Guan Fusha mean her?

Catching Guan Fusha’s meaningful look, Peach Blossom hastily stepped forward and knelt before Dongfang Wen, offering the cup with both hands. “Master, please accept this humble tea from your disciple.”

Whether from excitement or fear, Peach Blossom’s hands trembled slightly, causing the tea in the cup to ripple gently.

Dongfang Wen took the teacup and drank it in one gulp, his face still devoid of any expression. His eyes were as cold as ice, making it utterly impossible to discern his emotions—whether joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, all remained unfathomable. In an instant, Taohua felt as though something was coiling around her neck, suffocating her. Almost instinctively, her fear of him seemed as boundless as an unfathomable abyss, endless and overwhelming.

Guan Fusha walked up to him and smiled, saying, “This disciple thanks Master for showing mercy earlier.”

The sleeves of her robe fluttered, whether intentionally or not, but they happened to block Dongfang Wen’s line of sight, giving Taohua a brief moment to catch her breath.

Dongfang Wen let out an almost imperceptible cold snort, his expression unchanged from before, but a trace of impatience crept into his tone. “Go.”

Guan Fusha had no intention of truly angering Dongfang Wen. She cupped her hands respectfully and said, “Then we won’t disturb Master any further and will take our leave.”

As Dongfang Wen turned his back to the two who were preparing to leave, he couldn’t help but grumble inwardly: This two-faced brat! She says she doesn’t want to disturb me, yet she keeps bothering me with trivial matters. Can’t she just let me play chess in peace for once!

With that, she took Taohua’s hand and gently helped her up from the ground with a deft touch, smiling as she said, “Junior Sister, let’s go.”

Before Taohua could even process what was happening, Guan Fusha had already embraced her again, lightly stepping a few times to return them to the shore.

Releasing Taohua’s slender waist, Guan Fusha felt an inexplicable emptiness in her hands, and a faint sense of loss inexplicably surfaced in her heart. She smiled nonchalantly and said, “Junior Sister, you’ll have to work hard on mastering lightness skills from now on. Otherwise, if people find out you always need your senior sister to carry you to the lakeside pavilion, they’ll surely laugh at you.”

Hearing Guan Fusha repeatedly call her “Junior Sister,” Taohua finally confirmed that everything that had just happened wasn’t her imagination! She had successfully latched onto Guan Fusha’s powerful coattails! Her mother would no longer have to worry about her being cannon fodder!

Bu why was Guan Fusha helping her to this extent? Not only did she convince Dongfang Wen to let her join the Night God Sect, but she even got him to accept her as a disciple.

Taohua stole a glance at Guan Fusha, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t decipher even a hint of her thoughts from that breathtakingly beautiful face. One that anyone would covet for themselves. Eventually, she gave up on the idea. Well, a powerful ally like Guan Fusha is too good to pass up. Might as well take advantage while I can.

Taohua had no intention of pressing for answers, and naturally, Guan Fusha didn’t offer any explanations either.

“Yes, I’ll definitely dedicate myself to martial arts from now on. Thank you, Senior Sister,” Taohua replied sweetly, deliberately playing the role of an obedient junior to create a favorable impression.

Guan Fusha nodded, seemingly quite satisfied. Her sharp eyes noticed a damp spot on Taohua’s sleeve, so she took her hand and said, “Junior Sister, your sleeve is wet.”

Only then did Taohua notice it. “It must have gotten wet by accident earlier.”

She wiped at it with her hand, but the obvious tea stain didn’t fade in the slightest.

“Stop rubbing,” Guan Fusha said, holding her delicate, boneless hand. “Tea stains are hard to remove once they set into fabric.”

Seeing the unsightly stain on Taohua’s lovely pink dress, Guan Fusha—a self-proclaimed perfectionist found it unbearable. “Junior Sister, come with me. I’ll give you a new set of clothes to change into.”

Peach Blossom thought that little stain was hardly noticeable, but she didn’t dare refuse Guan Fusha’s kindness. So, she nodded and followed along.