Martial King's Retired Life

Drizzle in the Sky. Wind in the Hall.

From the moment Ming Feizhen caught the smell, he knew Six Evils’ blood was involved. The blood of any of the six calamitous beasts was more than something people could handle. Bu Xusan had Nirvana’s power in him. Ming Feizhen sensed a similar presence in Nanjiang’s unique wood, but it was nowhere as prominent as what Bu Xusan exuded. That was why he rushed back to the scene. He could’ve let Bu Xusan escape, but he couldn’t afford to let Ling Jialan escape, not because he had a thing for her or something, but because she had quite the amount of poison on her, and the poison acted as a tracking tool.

The time Mount Daluo spent wrestling with the Fengpeng and Colossal Chaofeng granted them more knowledge than anyone else on Six Evils. Howbeit, the dragon and phoenix were shrouded in mystery even for them. The latest record of Pangu’s power before Ming Feizhen’s fight dated back to Mount Daluo’s first generation, when their ancestors had yet to peak. Because Mount Daluo fought Pangu in a group setting back then, there wasn’t a lot of reliable and accurate information from them besides knowing of Pangu’s pridefulness, laziness, and lack of desire to kill despite enjoying combat. The rest was on the border of fiction, yet they were still considered the authority on Pangu.

Ming Feizhen’s fight against Pangu was a breakthrough in knowledge as he expanded their knowledge on Pangu and confirmed, corrected – as well as ruled out – what Mount Daluo’s ancestors recorded. That was the reason Ming Suwen had to personally return to Mount Daluo and pass on the new knowledge.

As for Nirvana, Mount Daluo never knew much besides its self-healing capacity, self-resurrection ability, and that it had shown itself a few times throughout the course of history. Setting up Nirvana and Pangu to fight each other, causing Nirvana to be immobilised was a clever strategy. Howbeit, the details of Nirvana’s combat and reproductive abilities were a mystery. The one thing Ming Feizhen knew without a shadow of doubt was that anyone or anything that could’ve rivalled Pangu in a one-on-one contest was a monster. Hence, he needed more information on Nirvana.

Ling Jialan had just enough of Nirvana’s poison in her for analysis. The difficulty of preserving of it came down to two things: the drug it was stored in and directly storing it.

Ming Huayu made the liquid drug after studying the Fengpeng inside Ming Feizhen and then dumped it in his disciple’s lap since he found it a hassle. Therefore, Ming Feizhen was able to concoct it perfectly even with his eyes shut.

A hot mist swirled up from the wooden tub once the liquid drug was poured in. Directly storing it meant that it needed to be transferred to the drug without clothing soaking up any of it once it was expelled, or they’d lose some of it.

It didn’t matter how scary it looked to Ming Feizhen, who was determined to find out more about Nirvana.

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Water crashed down onto the boulders, splashing in every direction. The contrast between a water dragon descending and the small droplets akin to drizzle hitting her face was a sound that Ling Jialan was fond of.

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The days of training her swordplay were some of Ling Jialan’s favourite days for human relationships were simple back then. She became acquainted with a number of respectable female warriors in the pugilistic world, and the other ladies of the Seven Jade Goddesses were all respectable in their own rights, but no moment was as awkward as the moment she woke up.

Suffering a defeat at Bu Xusan’s hands didn’t bother Ling Jialan. As long as she lived to fight another day, she had the opportunity to right her wrongs. If it were up to her, she would’ve started reviewing the match as soon as she come to. Unfortunately, it was hard to do so from Ming Feizhen’s shoulder in public. He had her draped over one shoulder, his hand across her bottom, and he was walking in public as if he was parading he caught a woman. As someone who cared for her reputation, Ling Jialan wasn’t going to reveal that she had woken up.

Ling Jialan’s plan was to quickly find a place to recover once she returned to her room, but she discovered that she ended up in Ming Feizhen’s room. If he harboured ill will towards her, she was going to retaliate straight away. Instead, though, he was busy with other stuff as soon as they returned to his room at the inn, and he never spared her a glance. A while later, she picked up the scent of a medicine, which she assumed was to treat her wounds. She felt apologetic for suspecting him, but that made it harder for her to reveal she was awake, lest he realise that she was awake by the time they were on the streets. In regards to that predicament of hers, she planned to take it to the grave. Consequently, waiting for him to leave was her only option.

Out of nowhere, Ming Feizhen started unbuttoning her, almost getting himself kicked in the nutsack. Ling Jialan inwardly told herself that he was removing her clothing so that he could nurse her wounds, so she shouldn’t have faulted him. Next thing she knew, her outer garment was tossed aside, and her inner garment was pulled below her shoulders with no sign of stopping.

“Ming Feizhen.”

Ming Feizhen stopped and cast his gaze up to the eyes of the beauty on the bed.

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“… I can explain.”

“Go ahead.”

“I… am… trying to conduct an experiment.”

“What sort?”

Since he couldn’t mention Nirvana, Ming Feizhen racked his brains to answer, “Well, um… It has to do with reproduction, the next generation, blood…”