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Zhou Yan chatted with Ning'er and Ping'er, occasionally using Sword Qi to slice off pieces of juicy, fragrant roasted rabbit meat, which he then fed to the two girls. Sometimes, he would even feed them directly, a gesture that touched the two girls, who had never been 'served' like this before.
But what they didn't know was that, in Zhou Yan's eyes, this was just a very ordinary thing.
These roasted rabbit meats, with their aroma of mountain pepper and salt, as well as Medicinal Herbs, evoked a sense of returning home for Zhou Yan, who had inherited the memories of the Xingyi Fist Grandmaster. He was incredibly adept at these tasks.
Moreover, it seemed that his comprehension of Xingyi Swordsmanship in the mountains and forests was more effective.
These roasted meats filled the two girls to satisfaction beyond words.
At this moment, Zhou Yan took out a statue and opened a hidden compartment inside. A ring dropped out of the compartment.
Zhou Yan opened the ring. Inside were resources his father had prepared for him, not much, but it included many daily necessities and a Famous Sword his father once obtained but never used—Broken Worry.
Broken Worry was once very famous, and though its now dark blade was covered with fine cracks, giving it a somewhat aged appearance, it could not disguise its cold, awe-inspiring sharpness.
This was the last resource his father left him. At the time, his father's words clearly contained a lot of emotion, but Zhou Yan sensed it all even though his father only murmured silently in his heart.
This might be the emotional connection between father and son, or perhaps it was a transformation resulting from Zhou Yan's integration of the Grandmaster's spiritual inheritance with his own soul.
Zhou Yan paid these thoughts no mind, focusing silently on sensing the items in the ring. He took out this invaluable Qiankun Ring mainly to see if there were any resources inside that could allow his strength to advance rapidly in a short period.
Because his relationship with the two girls was extremely harmonious, Zhou Yan did not avoid them when doing this.
However, there were not many cultivation resources to be found, but rather, Zhou Yan discovered two sets of light purple embroidered long dresses inside.
These dresses, embroidered like veils, possessed an indescribable spiritual quality, shimmering with a radiant luster.
Zhou Yan's gaze paused. He raised his head and took out a complete statue from the Qiankun Ring. Comparing it to the extraordinary attire on the statue, he suddenly realized, weren't these two dresses his mother's?
Yet, in his memory, that woman never turned around. He remembered her figure, but not her face.
Neither did his father's statue ever include a frontal view of this woman.
"Young Master, is this... the legendary Qiankun Ring that can store items?"
Ping'er came over, occasionally rubbing her stomach.
"Hmm."
Zhou Yan nodded. His gaze followed her hand to her green gauze skirt, already cut and battered by thorns, with many traces of dark and dried blood.
Zhou Yan's eyes focused, then shifted to Ning'er. Her condition was not much better, with her beautiful jade feet almost entirely stained with shocking blood.
He had intended to introduce the Qiankun Ring, but instead, he silently took out the two extremely beautiful gauze dresses.
"Ping'er, Ning'er, these are probably my mother's favorite clothes when she was alive. They're very spiritual. You should... try them on."
"Ah... Young Master, how can we?"
"Zhou Yan, these are your mother's clothes. How can we wear them?"
Ping'er and Ning'er both voiced their refusal.
"Precious things naturally belong to precious people. Besides, your skirts are all ripped, revealing much. While it's indeed a feast for my eyes, if others saw you outside this forest, I'd be losing out."
Zhou Yan grinned mischievously as he placed the dresses in Ping'er and Ning'er's hands.
How could the two girls not realize Zhou Yan's affection for them? At their age, unworldly as they were, the weight of first affection was already heavy. Encountering someone like Zhou Yan, a handsome genius both glib and sincere, how could they not be utterly moved?
The two girls' beautiful eyes grew moist with emotion.
For young girls, even trivial things can be profoundly moving. Let alone these spiritual gowns, unmatched by ordinary items.
Such priceless garments handed to them...
Moreover, the phrase "precious things belong to precious people" was incredibly touching! Zhou Yan himself perhaps felt indifferent, but the two girls were extremely grateful and moved.
...
Deep in the forest, Zhou Yan sat on a tree, his gaze far ahead at the waterfall, his heart serene.
The sight of two beautiful girls washing and changing clothes could stir anyone's excitement, but Zhou Yan did not look.
The waterfall was not large, but the water flowed rapidly, and while it was narrow, large rocks blocked the way, making it a unique and beautifully dangerous spot.
After delivering the two there, Zhou Yan could no longer see them, though he chose a vantage point where he could barely see glimpses of jade-like arms occasionally appearing.
Imagining the scene behind the rock wall, Zhou Yan couldn't help but feel tempted.
As he matured, at fifteen or sixteen, he began to have a special kind of fantasy.
...
Ping'er looked at Ning'er, who seemed like a Goddess, and even as a girl, she had to marvel at Ning'er's breathtaking beauty.
"Ning'er sister, you're so beautiful. Compared to you, Ping'er feels so inadequate."
Ping'er didn't hide her thoughts, speaking softly.
Ning'er's crescent-like beautiful eyes flashed a trace of confusion, then regained clarity as she smiled gently. "These are just externals. Actually, you're better than me. You can easily be with your Young Master, whereas I... have many restraints.
"Even now, I don't know who I am, much less about my parents or family."
"But, Ping'er is so incompetent. Those bad people bullied the Young Master so much, and Ping'er not only couldn't help but was scared and hid behind him, without even the basic courage to face it."
Ping'er blamed herself, feeling the better Zhou Yan treated her, the more self-reproachful she became.
It was a very contradictory feeling.
...
Watching the two purple-clad girls stand on the rock wall, with the waterfall flying past them like Goddesses descending to earth, unadorned yet with faces like dawn snow, Zhou Yan felt great satisfaction.
Such girls were all his; what a beautiful thing!
He was extremely pleased.
He tapped the Broken Worry Sword in his hand, which emitted a clear whistle as it shot out. He stood upon it, using its bearing force, flying towards the two radiant girls like Sword Flight.
The sword flew, and with the Green Water Sword Technique's Great Perfection swordsmanship borrowing the energy of the water, it summoned a curtain of green water reaching across the skies.
Above the water curtain, Broken Worry Sword floated.
Standing on the sword, Zhou Yan, with his clothes fluttering, like a Divine Son stepping on the clouds, descended atop the rock wall.
He extended his hands, holding the jade-like hands in his left and right, gently pulling the two girls into his arms.
"Mm—"
"Oh—"
The two girls exclaimed softly but did not struggle.
As he flew back, Zhou Yan somewhat took advantage of the two girls, but he remembered Ning'er's words and knew that Ping'er was still young, so he didn't have any intentions for further intimacy.
Of course, the instinctive impulse was there, but he remained rational.
...
Such a beautiful life continued for two days.
During these two days, the three traversed mountains and rivers without feeling tired.
On their journey, Zhou Yan trained arduously yet did not forget to lay the foundation for Ping'er, teaching her the basics of swordsmanship.
Ping'er was of average talent but hardworking. Over two days, she had already learned the basics of how to wield and strike with a sword.
Her jade-like hands had developed blisters from continuous practice, but she didn't give up.
In contrast, Ning'er couldn't cultivate, but she comprehended any swordsmanship knowledge Zhou Yan taught her, possessing a terrifying comprehension talent.
Without pressure, they lived a pleasant life as if they weren't 'on the run' but rather on an idyllic tour. Their relaxed and happy lives passed amidst playful days.
During these two days, Zhou Yan and the two girls became extremely close. Having inherited the Grandmaster's spiritual fragments, he wasn't a righteous gentleman, so though he didn't consummate with the two girls, occasional flirtations were unavoidable.
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