After being rejected once, she agreed not to send lunch to the clinic again.
Han Wu's expression faltered when her voice was interrupted, and after hurriedly apologizing, she continued, "Miss, he's a Demon Cultivator!"
Fearing Zhu Nanzhi would interrupt again, Han Wu spoke quickly, "I secretly saw last night, inside his clinic, there's a steaming Blood Pool, full of blood!"
"So he's definitely a part of the Demon Path!"
As her words fell, Han Wu looked expectantly at Zhu Nanzhi, hoping the miss would be enraged and eliminate the demon to uphold righteousness, then achieve Supreme Forget Love, and prove her path to immortality!
However, she saw a gradually rising smile on Zhu Nanzhi's cold, serene face.
"The Demon Path, eh?" Zhu Nanzhi's voice was like a gentle stream, clear yet carrying a strangely eerie tone, "If that's truly the case, what does it matter?"
Hearing her voice, Han Wu's heart trembled slightly in disbelief — could it be?
Please, miss, don't let your views follow your emotions, otherwise, not even Supreme Forget Love can save you, and the Palace Master might personally come to clean house!
Zhu Nanzhi put down the brush in her hand, her right hand grasped air, and a pure white long sword appeared in her grasp, "My husband and 'Zhan Ming' are truly fated..."
Zhan Ming chose to enter the world here, and I met my husband, it's the most wonderful fate."
She embraced the long sword named 'Zhan Ming', her face with a faint peach blush pressed against the hilt, her eyes gradually curving, softly whispering, "I decided at first glance to enter the world with my husband..."
The tone of her voice slowed, the words Zhu Nanzhi spoke with an oddly joyful expression made Han Wu both relieved and yet shiver with fear —
"Ah~ like this, I have even more reason to refine my husband into a 'Sword Spirit', so he can never leave me~"
Sword, Sword Spirit?
Han Wu gaped at Zhu Nanzhi, never expecting that the Holy Daughter harbored such chilling intentions toward that guy.
To stay together forever, she plans to refine him into a Sword Spirit... how terrifying.
Han Wu opened her mouth, but quickly adjusted her mindset, this is a good thing!
Though the process of refining a Sword Spirit is cruel, the Holy Daughter's heart for the Dao remains unshaken, and she can still compete on the path to immortality!
As for that guy, being able to become the Lifebound Sword Spirit of 'Zhan Ming', always by the Holy Daughter's side, it's a blessing he couldn't pray for in a few lifetimes!
As her thoughts raced, Han Wu spoke swiftly, "If you want to refine him into a Sword Spirit, and he disagrees..."
"That's why~ to control my husband, I endure the feeling of almost fainting every next second, using virgin's blood as the catalyst planted in him, then slowly testing with poison... I've invested so much, my husband will have to agree even if he disagrees... my husband is my Dao, he can't escape!"
Zhu Nanzhi slightly raised her head, showcasing the lines of her graceful neck, "Forget Love is to have love, as long as my husband is by my side, I won't be troubled by emotions."
Han Wu excitedly clenched her fists, all her inner worries swept away, "When do you plan to start?"
"No rush, I'll try to persuade my husband first~" Zhu Nanzhi lightly laughed as she put away 'Zhan Ming', adding a few strokes to complete a portrait of her husband, her tone returning to normal, "There's still thirty minutes till my husband finishes his morning practice, I'll take a bath first."
Han Wu blinked, thinking they were about to confront that guy right now.
But she wouldn't voice any objection to the Holy Daughter's decision, so she quickly ran out to prepare hot water.
In the courtyard, hearing Han Wu's hurried footsteps, Lu Jin'an's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
Though this morning's routine had some differences from pre-'rebirth', learning about the clinic's Blood Pool only made Zhu Nanzhi more resolute about refining a Sword Spirit.
Normally, knowing about the Blood Pool, Zhu Nanzhi would directly advise against going to the clinic... hopefully the butterfly effect won't make her act now.
Zhu Nanzhi, having put away her scrolls, stood at the kitchen doorway, squinting slightly as she watched Lu Jin'an practice in the morning light.
Through the sunlight, the outline of his physique could faintly be seen beneath the loose Martial Arts Uniform... broad shoulders, narrow waist, a very enticing sight.
The most suitable for refining into a 'Sword Spirit', then she could always hold the hilt.
On Zhu Nanzhi's serene face, a layer of morbid shadows seemed to cast over.
The morning breeze lightly swept by, Lu Jin'an inexplicably felt a chill in his heart, instinctively glancing at Zhu Nanzhi, though her face was bare, her pristine and elegant classical beauty was unhidable.
Her long hair, with a slight blue sheen, reached her waist, two slightly disheveled soft strands lightly draped over her clean forehead, adding a bit of sweet playfulness. Her fair classical face, water-blue eyes as if autumn waters, under her refined nose, her mouth slightly parted, even without Lipstick, her two rosy lips shone charmingly in the sunlight, like a tender peach.
A pure white Hezi skirt of smooth and silk fabric outlined her perfect curves, embroidered climbing plum blossoms with red threads came to life vividly on the skirt, the shadow at the collar exuding a fatal attraction, glistening in the morning light, as if the blossoms came alive with every move.
Zhu Nanzhi, with a pure and innocent aura tinged with mature charm, seemed like a peerless beauty stepping out from the hazy mist of Jiangnan's rain.
Facing Lu Jin'an's gaze, Zhu Nanzhi smiled gently at him, "Husband, I will go bathe first... I haven't washed since last night."
Though a bit surprised that Zhu Nanzhi didn't directly advise, knowing she wouldn't act now, Lu Jin'an felt at ease and nodded at her with a smile.
Being poisoned, he was still on the passive side, so he had to remain flawless in stabilizing her.
Zhu Nanzhi walked cheerily towards the house, today her husband was particularly gentle with her~
Before entering the house, Zhu Nanzhi playfully smiled, holding the doorframe, "Does my husband need me to bathe slowly and wait for you to finish morning practice, so we can bathe together?"
Lu Jin'an thought for a moment and said, "Definitely next time."
Zhu Nanzhi's eyes shone, "I am very much looking forward to it~"
She wondered, as her husband became gentle, should she try more of what had never been tried before refining him into a Sword Spirit?
Zhu Nanzhi fell into a dilemma.
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