Chapter 80: Beautiful Sect Master’s Distractions
Yan Zhen understood his Beautiful Sect Master’s point.
Simply being able to draw a circle with his left hand and a square with his right wasn’t enough. He needed to do it under duress.
However, there were many ways to distract him. Why did it have to be hugging?
Enveloped in her embrace, her unique fragrance, a blend of floral and medicinal scents, filled his senses. It was intoxicating, like a potent aphrodisiac, capable of stealing one’s reason.
The most distracting aspect of this position, however, was the sensation of her body pressed against his back. Though he couldn’t see her, he could vividly picture her in his mind:
She stood barefoot, her arms emerging from her flowing sleeves to encircle his waist, her pale hands clasped over his abdomen. Her upper body leaned against his back, the weight of her ample bosom, concealed beneath her black robes, pressing against him. He imagined those mounds as soft, white dough, expertly kneaded by a skilled baker into perfectly round cakes. Even through the fabric of her robes, he could sense their yielding softness.
This felt less like a distraction technique and more like a newlywed wife clinging to her husband.
Of course, it was just a resemblance. His Beautiful Sect Master wouldn’t act like that.
Her heart was filled with a sincere desire to see him succeed. She was willing to do anything to nurture his talent, including dual cultivation.
He didn’t understand why things were unfolding differently from the script, but since his Beautiful Sect Master was so invested in his growth, he couldn’t let her down.
Yan Zhen took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Instructor Yu Xuan’s ministrations earlier had left a lingering trace of “sage energy” within him, making him less susceptible to distractions.
He picked up the brush, attempting to draw a square with his left hand and a circle with his right, all while being held captive in his Beautiful Sect Master’s embrace.
Suddenly, her hands, clasped over his abdomen, gently tickled his stomach. He stifled a giggle, the lines of his square and circle going awry.
His amusement faded.
Chen Xi chuckled softly. “That was just a small distraction, Zhen’er. You can’t let yourself be so easily swayed. In other words, you need to reserve a portion of your focus for dealing with unexpected events. That way, no matter what happens, your drawing won’t be affected.”
He nodded thoughtfully and tried again.
He divided his focus into three parts: one for drawing the square with his left hand, one for drawing the circle with his right hand, and one reserved for dealing with any sudden distractions.
The theory was simple, but putting it into practice proved surprisingly difficult.
What did it mean to keep his mind “empty”? Was he supposed to just zone out like a couch potato? Did reserving a third of his focus mean becoming one-third of a couch potato?
…
He struggled, his expression contorting as he tried to grasp the concept, but it eluded him.
The system remained silent, indicating he couldn’t skip this part. He had to figure it out on his own.
This time, he focused on drawing his shapes while remaining vigilant for any surprise attacks from his Beautiful Sect Master. However, she made no move, simply holding him close as he struggled to draw, his shapes becoming increasingly crude due to his divided attention.
He had been tricked.
“Heh, let’s try again.”
“Okay~”
On his third attempt, he had barely drawn a horizontal line with his left hand and a curved line with his right when the pressure against his back intensified. A cool breeze brushed against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
Another failure.
“Don’t be discouraged, Zhen’er. Keep trying.”
“Alright.”
He couldn’t shake the feeling that his Beautiful Sect Master was enjoying this a little too much. Her voice seemed lighter, more playful.
Although she usually maintained an aloof, ethereal demeanor, he knew she had a mischievous, childlike side.
Like that time she had secretly eaten his snacks and licked her fingers. So adorable!
“Zhen’er, focus.”
A gentle tap on his head snapped him out of his daydream. He banished those thoughts and resumed his attempts at multi-tasking.
His Beautiful Sect Master, meanwhile, had moved on to new distractions. One of her hands slipped beneath his tunic, slowly trailing from his stomach to his chest, like a curious snake exploring a burrow.
He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore the sensation as he sped up his drawing. However, just as he was about to complete his shapes, her fingertip grazed a particularly sensitive spot.
His fourth attempt ended in failure.
His face burning with shame, he protested, “Master, please… don’t do that. You know I’m sensitive there.”
Chen Xi tightened her embrace. “That’s precisely why I’m doing this, Zhen’er. In actual combat, your opponent’s attacks will be relentless, and your survival instincts will force you to focus intently. If you can’t handle this level of distraction, you won’t stand a chance in a real fight… I’ll be increasing the intensity from now on. Be prepared.”
What?! Even more intense? He couldn’t imagine enduring anything more stimulating.
He grimaced and continued practicing.
She nibbled on his earlobe, sending shivers down his spine. She trailed kisses along his neck, her touch light as a feather.
Her hands, like playful children, roamed his body, pinching his sides, drawing circles on his chest, even venturing lower, her fingernails gently scraping his sensitive skin.
His face burned, his hands trembled, and his drawings became increasingly distorted.
He briefly wondered if his Beautiful Sect Master was treating him like her personal toy, but her instructions remained serious, focused, and insightful. He quickly dismissed the thought. It was his own fault for being so weak-willed.
Finally, a voice calling his name from outside prompted her to release him.
“Come back tonight and practice some more. It’s understandably difficult at first, but with your strong foundation in Spiritual Power, Zhen’er, I believe you’ll master this quickly. Soon, you’ll be able to split your focus three ways, even four.”
Yan Zhen, still reeling from her ministrations, nodded weakly.
“I’m going to eat now. See you later, Master.”
He practically fled back to his room. Hearing Instructor Yu Xuan calling his name, he straightened his clothes and opened the door.
“Instructor.”
He blushed, as did Instructor Yu Xuan. She lowered her head, her hands trembling slightly as she held the tray, resembling a newlywed concubine still intimidated by her husband’s… vigor.
Except in their case, the roles were reversed.
She hurried into the room and placed the tray on the table. “I’m sorry, Yan Zhen. I… I lost control earlier. That’s why I was so… unrestrained. It was my fault. I promise it won’t happen again. Please don’t be angry.”
He wasn’t angry. He was more concerned about the possibility of a next time. He twitched his lips.
“It’s alright, Instructor. I’m not angry. After all, I’m also responsible. I can’t blame you entirely.”
“Good, I’m glad. I made this soup especially for you. Drink it. It’ll replenish your energy.”
She gazed at him expectantly, clearly not planning to leave until he finished the soup.
Curious, he opened the lid of the container. His face instantly darkened.
If he drank this, he wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight!
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