My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 85: Stomp You to Death

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the Merpeople Nation.

“Madam, please change your clothes,” Lu Xuan’s voice was gentle as he bowed. He was wearing a bathrobe, an unhidden smile on his face, holding a wooden

tray in his hand.

On the tray lay a pair of light, translucent white silk stockings, neatly folded.

In front of him, Cheng Lingzhu, wearing a black nightgown, clenched her teeth: “A bet is a bet, I’ll wear them.”

Earlier in the afternoon, the two had visited a temple of the merpeople. Unlike the temples of the Barbarian Tribes, this one was more like the ordinary temples in the secular world, open to visitors.

There was a large pool in the temple filled with spiritual spring water, teeming with many spiritual fish.

Lu Xuan was pondering whether the merpeople would raise saltwater or freshwater fish when a temple servant came to feed the fish. This led to a bet between Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu.

The loser of the bet would have to do something according to the winner’s request. The bet was about how many grains of fish food the servant would pour into the pond.

Lu Xuan guessed a precise number. If he was right, he would win; if not, even by one grain, Cheng Lingzhu would win.

After hearing his proposal, Cheng Lingzhu became suspicious. If Lu Xuan had guessed after the fish were fed, he could have counted the grains using his powerful soul as a cultivator. But how could he know the exact number before the servant even started?

Cheng Lingzhu suspected Lu Xuan was setting a trap, but he didn’t seem like he was, so she agreed.

Lu Xuan casually gave a number, and Cheng Lingzhu remembered it. Then she saw the servant place a basket of fish food by the pool and use a silver scoop to scatter it into the water.

She watched intently, counting the number of grains thrown each time using her cultivator’s vision. The final count was only one less than Lu Xuan’s guess.

Cheng Lingzhu was shocked. She turned to say something, but Lu Xuan pointed towards the pool.

Following his gesture, she saw the servant set the scoop on the edge of the pool and tap it twice.

A grain of fish food stuck to the scoop rolled into the water.

Cheng Lingzhu was dumbfounded.

Lu Xuan acted as if this was perfectly normal.

Lu Xuan always had good luck, especially after his Nascent Soul took flight. Opportunities seemed to come his way effortlessly, and he could win bets in gambling houses even with his eyes closed.

One particularly memorable incident for Lu Xuan was when he had just taken his second disciple. Before imparting teachings, he took the latter to a gambler’s den run by cultivators.

Lu Xuan played big. From the first day, he gambled at every table, winning every round, and continued this streak for seven days.

By the evening of the seventh day, the entire gambling house was surrounded by onlookers, but no one dared to enter anymore.

The owner of the gambling house was in a state of shock, seeing his establishment on the brink of becoming a “money-losing holy site.” Under dire circumstances, he personally sent a master to gamble against Lu Xuan.

This “master” referred to his cultivation level. The method to deal with Lu Xuan was naturally cheating. Even Lu Xuan’s second disciple could see that the opponent was using underhanded tactics.

Lu Xuan waved it off, indicating it didn’t matter. He watched as the opponent switched dice right under his nose, not even intending to intervene.

The gambling cups and dice in the house were specially made, and unless one had a high enough cultivation level, it was impossible to penetrate and control them with magical powers.

After the house’s master finished cheating, they opened the cups to compare sizes, and Lu Xuan still won.

The master gambler was stunned. He distinctly remembered flipping the dice to the larger number on top, but when revealed, his dice were still smaller than Lu Xuan’s.

Ten rounds in a row, cheating each time, and each time he miscalculated.

The owner of the gambling house started to wonder if he was being played.

The gambler couldn’t understand either. He was sure of what he felt with his hands, so why did the numbers change when the cup was opened?

Lu Xuan didn’t use his cultivation to bully others. He was just a little bit luckier.

His own cheating failed, misperceptions occurred, his eyes deceived him – that couldn’t be blamed on Lu Xuan.

That night, while beating up the gambling house owner amidst his screams, Lu Xuan gave his second disciple the first lesson in divination – before scheming against others, one must accurately assess the strengths of both parties.

When the disparity is too great, don’t try to compensate with cunning.

Later, the gambling house closed down, and a Buddhist temple was built on its site.

Apparently, the local people had a strong belief in Karma and Fate, though it was unclear why.

“Madam, please,” Lu Xuan said with a smile in his eyes, holding up the tray. Cheng Lingzhu took it from him and poked his chest: “You… Go to the bed.”

Lu Xuan obliged, leaning against the pillows at the head of the bed, arms crossed over his chest.

Cheng Lingzhu took a deep breath and sat on the bed. Her figure was tall and slender, with legs like finely polished ivory, white and flawless, lustrous and smooth.

She took the pair of white stockings, bent her legs, and lifted her black nightgown, which slid down to her knees but was held in place by her magic.

Cheng Lingzhu’s legs were beautiful, her calves slender and well-proportioned, like white onions, long and white, with perfect lines.

Down to her delicate ankles, her small feet were elegant. Her heels were round and crystal clear, and the arches of her feet were beautifully curved.

She flattened the stocking, rolled up the opening, and approached it with one of her beautiful jade feet. The back of her foot was soft and clean, with faint blue veins subtly visible.

Her toes, small and exquisite, slid into the stocking. The five toes were close together, arranged neatly like little pearls, round and full, delicate and pretty.

The stocking slid over her soft and delicate feet, fitting snugly on her calf. Cheng Lingzhu pinched the stocking and pulled it up, fitting it perfectly. The elasticity of the stocking made the edge slightly indent her thigh. She repeated the process with the other stocking and then stood up in front of Lu Xuan.

“Do they look good?” she asked, lifting her chin.

Lu Xuan’s expression was complex: “This is a specialty of the sea race, it is only natural that we give it a try.”

“Oho, one must give it a try, you say?” Cheng Lingzhu hummed, emphasizing one word.

She raised one of her long jade legs, the slender foot wrapped in white silk, and placed it on Lu Xuan’s shoulder.

Feeling the warmth from her foot on his shoulder, Lu Xuan didn’t dare to move.

The silk-covered foot lifted his chin, and Cheng Lingzhu looked down from above. Her toe moved down, sliding over his Adam’s apple, and rested on Lu Xuan’s chest.

“My husband took advantage of my lack of experience and tricked me into betting. That was quite underhanded,” she leaned down, batting her eyes and humming softly: “If you refuse to admit your mistake tonight, I’ll stomp you….”