There’s Something Wrong With These Demonic Women!

Chapter 40: Do You Need A Back Scrub

Immortal Miao Feng confirmed that Lu Xun's "control" referred to something different from what she meant. Her "control" was about controlling her own emotions, while his seemed to be about…

"You…!" Immortal Miao Feng blushed and glared at him, her eyes filled with danger. She pointed her finger at him and scolded, "Get rid of those filthy thoughts in your mind, or don't blame me for not being polite!"

"Huh?"

"What's wrong with me?" Lu Xun looked at her with a puzzled expression and asked, "You said I can't control you, and I agreed. How did my thoughts suddenly become filthy? Oh, unless there's only one possibility: your own thoughts are filthy, and now you're trying to slander me."

"Nonsense!"

"How could I… maybe…" Immortal Miao Feng lightly bit her crimson lips, gazing at the lecherous guy with embarrassment and anger. "Fine, you're good with words. Since I can't win in a debate with you, I can surely beat you in a fight, right?" As she spoke, she stood up, preparing to give him a lesson and show him some strength.

"No, no."

"Why are you so impatient?" Lu Xun saw the big demoness about to get serious and quickly tried to persuade her, "Sister, please don't be impulsive. Let's handle this elegantly."

However, facing Lu Xun's pitiful plea, Immortal Miao Feng remained unmoved. She attacked and forced him into a corner, delivering a flurry of blows that left him crouching on the ground, holding his head. Thanks to his strong defense, these punches and kicks didn't cause any substantial harm to him.

Of course, Immortal Miao Feng also held back a little. If it were in the past, she would have knocked him unconscious by now. However, things were different now, influenced by both Xuan Yin and her own feelings. Although she didn't want to admit it, her feelings towards Lu Xun had undergone a slight change.

"Hmph."

"Tough guy."

Immortal Miao Feng looked at the crouching little rascal and a complex emotion flickered in her eyes. She said, not kindly, "I allow you to call me sister, but don't have any improper thoughts about me. You are Xuan Yin's husband, remember your identity!"

With that, she left in a huff. However, after walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped.

"This is a Huan Yuan Pill."

"It can quickly heal external injuries. Use it now."

Immortal Miao Feng tossed a black pill to Lu Xun and then walked away without looking back, leaving him alone there.

Watching her departing figure, Lu Xun stood up from the ground, picking up the black pill in the process. Although the pill looked dark, it emitted a faint fragrance.

"Sister!" While Immortal Miao Feng was still not far away, Lu Xun quickly called out to her.

"Hmm?" She stopped in her tracks once again, still with her back turned to him. In a cold voice, she asked, "What is it?"

"Uh, I forgot what I wanted to say. I'll tell you when I remember next time." Lu Xun smiled.

Immortal Miao Feng furrowed her brows tightly. A faint displeasure crossed her face, but it was mostly a complex emotion even she couldn't explain. She silently headed towards her own room, her steps a bit hurried and her thoughts somewhat chaotic.

…

Xuan Yin had a strange dream where she became Lu Xun's bride. On their wedding night, they were together in each other's embrace, studying the ancient secret techniques from that book. Just as they were about to explore the profoundness of the techniques, their Master suddenly barged in and forcefully took Lu Xun away.

Xuan Yin noticed that her Master had a well-shaped bottom, and her chest was considerably larger than hers. Seeing her Master being affectionate with Lu Xun, she felt jealous, angry, and helpless.

"No!"

"Not allowed!"

"He's mine!" Xuan Yin lay on the bed, furrowing her brows and calling out in pain, "Master, he… he is mine. You're not allowed to have a baby with him!"

"Ahh!"

Xuan Yin suddenly sat up, panting heavily and looking panicked. Sweat covered her face.

It was just a dream.

No wonder it was so absurd and bizarre. How could her Master possibly like him and even want to have a baby with him?

Fully awake, the little demoness realized her bed was damp, and she felt her body was sweaty. She lightly pursed her lips and muttered to herself, "I'm supposed to be cold-blooded, so why am I sweating so much?"

It seemed like she would need to take a bath this morning, or she would feel uncomfortable all day.

"But… what about him?"

"If this guy knew I… I was taking a bath, he would definitely have some crooked ideas." Xuan Yin pouted and pondered how to deal with the situation. She finally decided to sneak over quietly and soak for half an hour without anyone knowing.

Soon after, the little demoness started her plan. She put on the same waist-length dress from yesterday and brought along some new clothing, including a bellyband and a revealing undergarment, and sneaked out.

Summoning her flying sword, she silently recited the sword control mantra and then swiftly flew away.

"Phew."

"Safe now."

In just an instant, Xuan Yin appeared by the warm pool, retracting her flying sword, and carrying her new clothes, she entered the small wooden hut nearby.

When she emerged from the hut, she was only wearing the bellyband and revealing undergarment. With light steps, she approached the edge of her private pool. First, she dipped her feet into the water, letting her delicate toes gently touch the surface before elegantly stepping into the pool.

The warm and clear water emitted a mist, and the moment the little demoness immersed her graceful figure, the pleasant warmth penetrated her fair skin and seeped into every pore. Leaning against the stone wall, Xuan Yin closed her beautiful eyes, her face exuding an expression of pure enjoyment.

Gradually, her mind started to wander, and all sorts of inexplicable thoughts emerged in her head. That strong and sturdy body, the content of the ancient secret techniques, and what the future would hold when they engaged in the so-called dual cultivation.

Lost in her thoughts, Xuan Yin dipped half her head into the water, blowing bubbles in the pool. Her brows furrowed with melancholy, distress, and a hint of confusion, leaving her feeling unprepared.

In the past, all she thought about was her Master and the little fox. Now, all she could think about was him—everything was about him.

That damn Daoist! Why did he have to intrude into her life?

Lifting her head out of the water, she adjusted her bath posture from leaning against the stone wall to lying on the edge of the pool. With her eyes slightly closed and her long eyelashes casting a shadow, she silently savored this rare moment of tranquility.

After an unknown amount of time, still immersed in her serenity, the little demoness heard someone's voice in her ears.

"Wife."

"Do you need a back scrub?"