Aromatic Flesh

Chapter 110.1: Demon Sect Leader’s Holy Maiden Concubine (2)

In the distance, green mountains piled upon one another, appearing faintly through the pale and ethereal clouds. Nearby, the lake’s shimmering reflections intertwined with mist, creating a vast and hazy expanse on the water’s surface, with ripples of cerulean waves.

On ChuYun Valley resided on TaiCang Island stood the holy ground of the Divine Sect.

Gu MingYue stood on the deck of the painted boat, her gaze blank as she observed the surroundings. Moments ago, upon waking up, she found herself surrounded by the beauty of the lake and mountains.

A gentle breeze, imbued with the fragrance of foliage, caressed her cheeks with a moist tenderness, carrying the whispers of nature’s secrets.

The tender mountain breeze played with the billowing white curtains on the boat, and the milky mist embraced the crimson vessel. The painted boat glided on the water, appearing as if it rode the clouds, gracefully moving forward.

As exhaustion weighed on her, Gu MingYue sought refuge within the cabin, reclining upon a vermillion-hued sandalwood bed adorned with cushions crafted from silk interwoven with patterns of blossoms and birds. From an inlaid lacquer box decorated with intricate mother-of-pearl peonies, she retrieved several morsels of honeyed jujube cakes and delicate yam pastries. Clasping these treats in her palms, she indulged in a ravenous feast, savouring every bite.

Crumbs of food clung to the corners of her lips, some falling between her fingers and trailing down her chin, leaving a delicate sprinkle upon the silk fabric adorned with a tapestry of butterflies and blooming flora.

She was at the Gu residence before losing consciousness, but now, she found herself in the ChuYun Valley. Her clothes had been meticulously changed, her ensemble exquisitely adorned. From head to toe, she was meticulously embellished with various accessories.

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Her upper body was clad in a fragrance-coloured plain-front robe, layered with a light-coloured golden embroidered straight-front vest decorated with blue chrysanthemum patterns. A silk belt with an aromatic sachet tied in place circled her waist.

Her hair was still braided in two thick strands, adorned with a green tourmaline dragonfly and lotus blossom hairpin at the side. A delicate pearl tassel dangled from the wing of the jade-like dragonfly, the droplet-shaped pale pink crystal at the tip delicately shimmering on her snow-white skin.

Her earlobes sported small thumb-sized golden thread amber pendants, while her neck bore a collar of interlinked gold threads and jade-like a precious wish necklace.

Both wrists adorned smooth ivory jade bangles. Even her ankles were graced with finely crafted golden chains adorned with pearl and orchid bell anklets, creating a melodic symphony as she walked, infused with the fragrance of orchids and musk.

Her attire was worth a fortune, each garment adorned with priceless treasures. In front of the twin-tiered painted boat she stood upon, twin anchors were secured and aft rudders poised for action. The boat’s structure boasted intricate carvings and elegant arches, its roof tiles a striking contrast of sapphire and vermilion. The upper deck extended into a spacious platform, connecting two cantilevered embraced pavilions, enveloping the central hall with a cross-gabled hip roof. Delicate eaves bore mythical beasts as decorations. The lower deck was divided into an open hall, a front hall, a middle hall, a rear hall, and a kitchenette.

This painted boat was tantamount to a mansion, embellished with opulent and lavish decorations, with every object carefully selected and beautifully displayed.

It was a testament to the immense wealth of the Divine Sect.

Amid chewing on her pastries, she wrestled with her thoughts, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall and analyze the fragments of the original plot and the events of the previous night. Her manner of eating might have been inelegant, yet there was an endearing innocence in her actions, radiating a natural charm that softened any rough edges, rendering her lively and adorable.

From a waterfront pavilion nearby, Jia Ling finally decided that he had observed enough. Taking a deep breath, he leapt into the air, his body seemingly defying gravity as he hovered above the lake’s mirror-like surface. His figure left no ripples, demonstrating a mastery of Qinggong¹ technique that bordered on the divine, an art form mastered to perfection.

Gu MingYue observed Jia Ling’s martial prowess subtly with keen eyes, before lowering her gaze to pick up two new pastries as she continued to fill her stomach.

Unlike Gu QingHui, Gu MingYue had never undergone martial arts training. Her only option was to purchase it from the system using her attribute points, otherwise, in this world where martial artists were aplenty with common sense-defying abilities, she would remain a weak and vulnerable woman who lacked the means to defend herself in the face of danger, let alone escape from it.

It seemed that purchasing a martial art from the system should be her top priority now.

Gu MingYue kept her head lowered as she pondered silently, meanwhile, Jia Ling’s form suddenly appeared before her. He took a seat on the other side of the bed, effortlessly pouring a steaming cup of tea that he expertly cooled by blowing gently across the surface before offering it to her.

As Gu MingYue cautiously retreated to a corner of the bed, she avoided meeting Jia Ling’s gaze entirely as her mind raced to figure out how to play her role naturally and appropriately. Yet, as he unexpectedly extended the cup of warm tea to her, a sudden choke caught her throat, causing her to cough uncontrollably.

In the midst of her coughing fit, tears welled up in her eyes.

Jia Ling frowned slightly upon seeing this. He gently patted her back to help her catch her breath and reproached in a slightly scolding tone, “How could you be so careless? Take your time with your meal. In fact, I’ve instructed the kitchen to have fresh pastries prepared at all times, ready for delivery every hour.”

While Jia Ling spoke, Gu MingYue’s coughing intensified. An odd feeling overcame her – was it a script error or had she ended up in the wrong world? The incongruity between the Jia Ling before her and the male protagonist from the original story plot puzzled her deeply. As she coughed, Gu MingYue tried to contact the system in her mind, only to be responded with utter silence.

There’s no way… it’s malfunctioning again?…

Not even kidding but her system really sucksss 😵 RIP FL 😵😵

Also, I’m not sure why the author calls ML’s sect Divine Sect when he’s the Demon Sect’s Leader… I can only assume that he started out in the divine sect, only to have the sect turned evil due to being put in a situation that required revenge?? (That’s usually the cliche plot for wuxia)

Enjoy~