After Becoming the Hero's Ex-fiancée

Voice Transmission Talisman (1)

It was still drizzling; Zheng Wan stood there for a while, then really went back inside.

She searched around the room and finally realised, to her bewilderment, that the dudou, inner robe, and undergarment she had taken off yesterday had all disappeared.

On the contrary, the Heavenly Plume Incandescent Robes were still hanging on the floor screen.

......It can’t be that Cui Wang who took them, right?
The moment this thought popped up in her mind, Zheng Wan squashed it back down. From yesterday morning to now, he had remained rather uncooperative. Just getting him to kiss her a few more times was like asking him to die. How would that blockhead be willing to touch her clothes again?

No matter how she thought about it, it was more likely that Ah Wan had taken them. A wooden puppet…
She didn’t really care.

This house was close to the City Lord’s residence, so it went without saying that the concentration of vital energy was dense— it was twice as strong as Zheng Wan’s cave abode in Zixiu Peak.

Before coming here, she had already informed her parents, and now that the host had also spoken, Zheng Wan began cultivating with peace of mind.

Zheng Wan didn’t really want to touch the brocade coverlet on the long settee. She bundled it up, applied a cleansing arts on it, and swept it aside. Then, she sat crossed-legged and began on her cultivation. Over and over again, she used the Non-Emptiness Sutra to sort out the vital energy she had just cultivated.

The second stage of the Non-Emptiness Sutra was rather strange. To curb desire with desire— it didn’t sound very reliable. However, the cultivation speed it gave made it fully live up to its status as an immortal-grade arts.
With foundation-level arts, putting true understanding aside and only looking at filling orifices, cultivators of ordinary talent would need two months of non-stop cultivation to fill one orifice. Yet, what she had gained in one day and one night had far surpassed the results of others in two months.

The rest of the time could be used to sort out the vital energy, train her soul consciousness and offensive techniques, practice drawing talismans, and cultivate her mind. It couldn’t be any better.

This sorting out took half a day.

When Zheng Wan opened her eyes, she was startled to find Ah Wan’s face right in front of hers.

“Ah Wan!” She said angrily, “What are you doing so close to me?!”

Ah Wan patted its chest.
“Zheng Zhenren, you gave Ah Wan a fright!”

“......”
Alright, it was her fault for caring about etiquette with a wooden puppet.

“Well, does Ah Wan need something?”
Zheng Wan’s belly called out in a timely manner.

Awan clapped its hands and said, “Ah Wan just knew that Zheng Zhenren is hungry!”

“Zhenjun had instructed Ah Wan to prepare some food for you.”

Ah Wan pointed towards the other side, and only then did Zheng Wan realize that the heated room, which was still in a mess just now, had been cleaned up, and all the brocade bundles she had randomly bunched up had been put away.
The messy table had been cleaned up. On it, were several dishes of food: green long beans she didn’t recognise, a few slices of meat, a dish of soup, and a bowl of rice.
The rice was still steaming, and each grain of rice was like a tiny white pearl.

“Did Ah Wan make all this?”
Zheng Wan was utterly impressed.

Ah Wan nodded its head and made an “Ahhrr” sound. “Ah Wan made it!”

“......Wow.”
Zheng Wan looked at its wooden hands curiously. To think they were so nimble.

“Zhenjun told Ah Wan to serve you for the time being.”

“Really?”

Ah Wan gave her a strange look and nodded.
“Zhenjun never tells lies.”

“Then, usually when Ah Wan and Cui— ah no, Zhenjun are together, is Ah Wan the one who cooks too?”

Ah Wan gave her a strange look again.
“Zhenjun doesn’t eat.”

“......Oh, I forgot.”
At the Accomplisher stage, one would officially be able to go without eating.

Zheng Wan walked to the long table, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of rice elegantly.

An indescribable fragrance penetrated her nose at once. The grains of soft, pillowy rice were like the pearl candy of her childhood memories, only not as sticky—

“Delicious.” There was also a warm vital energy coursing through her abdomen. “Ah Wan, what kind of rice is this?”

“Yuan rice.” Ah Wan blinked.

Zheng Wan decided to go to the market when she returned to buy some Yuan rice for her parents to have on hand. This vital energy was very soft, and if used as a dietary supplement, even mortals would be able to bear it.

Ah Wan’s cooking skills were pretty good. Zheng Wan packed up all the dishes. At that moment, she was even grateful to Cui Wang— she wanted to bring Ah Wan back with her to Yuqing Sect.

“So, besides this, what else can Ah Wan do?”
Zheng Wan decided to explore more of Ah Wan’s strengths.

Ah Wan blinked its wooden eyes and made an “ahhrr” sound.
“Ah Wan can also stand in punishment.”

“......stand in punishment? “
Zheng Wan didn’t understand.

But Ah Wan clapped its hands happily, “Yes, stand in punishment. Ah Wan can stand very well.”

Its wooden body jumped up suddenly and went over to a wall. Facing the wall, it stood ramrod straight, and only after a while did it turn its head. “Did Ah Wan stand well?”

Zheng Wan blinked and said incredulously, “So... does your Zhenjun usually make you stand in punishment?”

Ah Wan nodded, then shook its head.

“When Ah Wan was not called Ah Wan, Ah Wan did not get punished to stand. But one year ago—” it scratched its head, “Zhenjun always made Ah Wan stand in punishment.”

......She didn’t understand.
People with high cultivation levels probably all had some strange quirks.

Zheng Wan decided not to probe further.

She stayed at No. 1 Jingqi Street for two days.

On the third day, the heavy rain finally ceased, and she went out.