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"I don't know who's the pervert here, staring at girls' backsides and thighs all day long." Yang Kai fired back without mercy.
"Stop bringing that up!" Meng Wuya's head whipped around in a panic, glancing in every direction as though terrified someone might overhear. He clasped his hands together again and again. "Young Master Yang, Grandpa Yang, can we please drop this? This old man is just checking how they're developing — it's not like I plan to do anything to them."
Seeing him back down, Yang Kai let it go and said seriously, "The favor you want my help with — it's related to all of this?"
"Exactly!" At the mention of business, Meng Wuya's expression turned solemn. "So, little Yang Kai, you have to tell me the truth. Have you ever been with a woman... ahem... understand? This is a matter of great importance."
Yang Kai's face flushed awkwardly. He sniffed and replied, "No!"
"Good!" The boulder that had been hanging over Meng Wuya's heart finally dropped. "Wonderful! You're a fine young man, little Yang Kai."
In this era, many young men had already been intimate with women by the time they were fourteen or fifteen. Children from poor families went without saying — they married early, purely to carry on the family line. And children from wealthy families were even worse; before their whiskers had even grown in, they already had several maids sharing their beds.
Only martial cultivators, devoted wholeheartedly to their training, remained untouched late into life — so long as they weren't obsessed with pleasure. Some cultivators never once had an intimate relationship with the opposite sex. In the eyes of those who pursued the martial path and strength, the world's splendor was nothing but a fleeting dream, and even the most beautiful women would be nothing but withered bones in a hundred years. Only the pinnacle of martial cultivation was worth chasing. Once a man grew powerful enough, would he ever lack for women?
Among the male disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion, quite a few frequented brothels and pleasure houses by the age of fifteen or sixteen. Although Meng Wuya believed Yang Kai was not that kind of person, caution demanded he ask plainly.
"Does that mean I can be of help to you?" Yang Kai eyed Meng Wuya sidelong.
"If even you can't do it, then nobody in this world can. Consider my requirements met!" Meng Wuya's spirits soared, and he let out a hearty laugh.
"Then what did you mean earlier about someone else needing to be satisfied?" Yang Kai asked, confused.
Meng Wuya's smile faded, and his expression turned odd. He nodded. "She does need to be satisfied. If she's not, the whole thing falls through. To be honest, a few months ago I found another person who fit the criteria, but she refused, and the matter was dropped. Forget it — let me take you to her. If it works, it works. If it doesn't... if it doesn't..."
He trailed off, seemingly at a loss for how to finish. Finally, he let out a long, quiet sigh and led Yang Kai outside.
Yang Kai hurried to speak up. "Let me say this first — I'm only here to help you, to repay your kindness. If that person asks me to do something outrageous, I won't agree."
"Brat!" Meng Wuya had been feeling sullen already, and hearing Yang Kai hedge and resist only irritated him further. He thought to himself: if you knew what this favor was about, you'd be begging to agree. And here you are, acting like you're doing me a favor.
As they walked along, Yang Kai gradually realized the two of them were heading toward Kunlong Gorge.
And not just that — they were heading straight for the spot where he usually trained.
What was there to do out here? Whenever he trained, he never saw anyone else around. Kunlong Gorge was a treacherous place to begin with, and few people ever ventured there.
When they were still about a hundred zhang from his usual training grounds, Meng Wuya suddenly stopped and pointed ahead. "Look over there."
Yang Kai raised his head, and his expression froze.
Standing in the middle of his usual training spot was a woman. She stood right in front of the three-leaf Three Yang Fruit trees he had planted, dressed in a pale green skirt. She seemed lost in thought — perfectly still, letting the howling wind whip her sleeves about without so much as a twitch.
Her face was veiled, making it impossible to see her features.
A dim blue gem adorned her forehead, setting off her appearance as something pure and otherworldly.
Her figure was slender — delicate enough to seem fragile — yet elegantly curved.
Her clear, limpid eyes were filled with innocent childlike wonder, making her look like a girl who hadn't yet grown up.