NOVEL NEXT WORLD Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Master Doesn’t Want It Anymore:
After carefully weighing his thoughts, Ning Jie made his decision.
Slap!
Without any hesitation, he grabbed Qiu Yuebai’s delicate foot and began this great and arduous task.
“Master, I’m starting now!”
“Try to endure it!”
Taking a deep breath, Ning Jie spoke with determination.
The moment he touched her, Qiu Yuebai’s body tensed, trembling slightly. She had lived for hundreds of years, yet no man had ever been this close to her.
She couldn’t deny that the sensation from her foot startled her.
For the first time, she wasn’t sure if asking this rebellious disciple to wash her feet had been the right decision.
Ning Jie carefully held her soft, fair foot and lowered it into the clear water. A refreshing fragrance filled the air.
He wasn’t sure whether it was the scent of the peach blossom petals in the water or… his master’s natural fragrance.
Once her foot was fully submerged, Ning Jie looked up and asked with concern, “Master, why are you trembling?”
Qiu Yuebai quickly steadied herself, wiping the wine from the corner of her lips with her sleeve. Her cheeks were slightly flushed as she forced an explanation.
“I… I just think the water is too cold!”
“But, Master, with your cultivation, shouldn’t you be immune to heat and cold?”
“Ah? You rebellious disciple! Just focus on washing my feet—why are you asking so many pointless questions?!”
Knowing that pushing further would only make her angry, Ning Jie quickly lowered his head.
A small smirk appeared at the corner of his lips.
Heh. Women.
Clearly, she was nervous, yet she blamed it on the water being cold. Saying one thing while feeling another!
For some reason, the more flustered she became, the more excited Ning Jie felt.
Was it because a woman like Qiu Yuebai—pure, reserved, and untouchable—was the most satisfying to conquer?
No wonder people always said men had two major desires:
To pull proper ladies into the mud and to persuade fallen women to reform.
Shaking off these dangerous thoughts, Ning Jie reminded himself that he was a villain, not a reckless fool.
Even though he could do whatever he wanted with female leads in this life, Qiu Yuebai was an absolute powerhouse, someone who valued her pride above all else. He knew this could not be rushed.
There would be plenty of time for that in the future!
Refocusing, Ning Jie began his technique.
First, Scarlet Phoenix Shaking Its Head—his hands locked around her ankle, shaking it firmly from side to side like iron pincers!
Next, Harmonious Phoenix and Luan—he rubbed the soles of her feet while applying pressure to the instep!
Under Ning Jie’s masterful touch, Qiu Yuebai’s expression completely lost control.
Her lips parted slightly, her brows alternated between frowning and relaxing, her pearly teeth lightly bit her lower lip, and her hands fidgeted with nowhere to rest.
“D-Disciple… your technique is too good! It’s too good!”
“I don’t want it anymore!”
“Stop! Stop now!”
Qiu Yuebai had never imagined Ning Jie would be this skilled.
His foot-washing technique was simply divine!
Having roamed the Tianyan Continent for centuries, she had never experienced such a massage before.
A simple combination of acupressure points somehow made her entire body feel light, as if a barrier had been lifted.
There was no exaggeration—this was an unbearably comfortable sensation!
Meanwhile, in Wangjing City, the capital of the Great Xia Empire…
At the Lin family’s General’s Manor, a grand feast was in full swing.
A middle-aged woman kept placing vegetables into Lin Bei’s bowl, urging, “Bei’er, eat more greens. It’ll help you grow!”
Lin Bei frowned at the overwhelming pile of greens in his bowl.
At the head of the table, General Lin Zhen, a towering and powerful man, sat with a displeased expression, occasionally glancing at his third son, Lin Bei.
Lin Bei was well aware of his father’s dissatisfaction, but he didn’t care in the slightest.
Once deemed a failure by his family, he had nearly been killed in an assassination attempt orchestrated by his own brothers near a scorched willow tree at the outskirts of the city.
But fate had other plans.
His blood had awakened the sealed remnant soul of an ancient deity—the Goddess of Yao Guang—who had been trapped within the willow tree.
With her guidance, he had embarked on the path of cultivation and progressed at an astonishing rate. He had even shocked everyone by dominating the family trial, going from a worthless son to the family’s greatest hope.
Naturally, he was now regarded as the most suitable successor to General Lin Zhen’s position.
However, Lin Zhen had his reservations.
He felt his son was too arrogant, too reckless, and too lacking in humility. He was selfish, vengeful, and had no restraint—just today, during martial arts practice, he had mercilessly broken his own brother’s arm!
A child like this… could he truly be entrusted with great responsibility?
The thirteen tribes of the Northern Territory had been growing increasingly aggressive along the border, and Lin Zhen was prepared to sacrifice himself for the empire at any moment.
He had no fear of death.
His only concern was that there would be no one left to support his family and his country after he was gone.
But what he didn’t know was that Lin Bei didn’t care about such things at all.
In Lin Bei’s mind…
The ancient deity inside the willow tree had said he possessed unparalleled talent, a prodigy destined for cultivation.
What he sought was the path to immortality—what did family matters and the affairs of the mortal world matter in comparison to the Dao?
He had already decided—when the time was right, he would leave and seek a master to guide him, setting forth on his journey to become the world’s strongest cultivator.
…
Back at White Moon Peak…
Even though Qiu Yuebai kept saying she didn’t want it anymore, the expression on her face told a different story.
After two more techniques, her once-fair feet had turned a faint shade of pink, and even her soles felt warm. Ning Jie knew this was just normal blood circulation.
However, continuing without any lubrication would make certain movements feel too rough.
“Do you have anything for lubrication?”
The words slipped out of his mouth before he could think.
“Huh? What?” Qiu Yuebai snapped out of her blissful trance, blinking in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Uh… something like oil. Something slippery. Never mind, I guess it’s too much to expect that here.”
Ning Jie waved his hand dismissively.
After all, this wasn’t Blue Star—why was he even hoping for such a thing?
But to his surprise, Qiu Yuebai casually waved her hand.
With a soft whoosh, several small, colorful bottles tumbled out of her sleeve.
A spatial sleeve? What a useful spell!
Ning Jie stared in disbelief. Did she really have something like that?
“These bottles contain extracts from ancient trees and flowers. I’m not sure if any of them are what you’re looking for,” Qiu Yuebai explained, while Ning Jie eagerly inspected them.
Finally, he picked up a purple bottle, his face lighting up.
“This one!”
Qiu Yuebai glanced at it and frowned. “I got that from an elder of the Joyous Harmony Sect years ago. It’s supposedly made from iris flowers. Why… why do you want something from the Joyous Harmony Sect?”
So it was made by the Joyous Harmony Sect? That explains everything!
Ning Jie immediately understood—clearly, he still didn’t know enough about the Joyous Harmony Sect’s techniques.
Come to think of it, their sect master was a perfect, untouched beauty… and also one of the female leads.
Perhaps he should pay her a visit one day for a thorough discussion?
Snapping back to reality, Ning Jie poured a few drops of iris oil into his hands, rubbing them together. He then flashed an innocent smile at his master.
“Rebellious disciple, what are you planning? I-I don’t want anything from the Joyous Harmony Sect!”
But it was too late.
With a swift motion, Ning Jie unleashed Earth Dragon Soaring!
A soft gasp escaped Qiu Yuebai’s lips.
Throughout the once-serene White Moon Peak, only her voice echoed through the night.