Chapter 18: Thin Muscle is the Best!

Although Su Jiu had awakened her 21st-century memories, wearing a bellyband wasn’t a big deal. It was no different from wearing a bikini to the beach back then.

But when she thought about the person in front of her, Shen Wangchen, the person she had regarded as both an elder and an object of admiration since she had regained her memories, Su Jiu felt that she was uncomfortable all over. She curled her bare feet on the ground, wrapped her arms around herself, and did a lot of mental preparation before she dared to take a step forward.

Her steps were slow and deliberate, like a turtle.

Shen Wangchen narrowed his eyes, becoming impatient, but seeing her lower her head, her cheeks and neck flushed red, he still endured.

Unlike the other three direct disciples, they wouldn’t dare to be as unrestrained as they were with Su Jiu.

Not to mention Mu Yunqing. Although he was gentle and never beat or scolded his disciples, he was always polite and courteous when he met them. But because of his politeness, he seemed a little distant.

Most of those who came to the Qian Yuan Sect to learn cultivation were ordinary disciples with spiritual roots from ordinary families. Compared to Mu Yunqing, who was born into a royal family and later became Shen Wangchen’s direct disciple because of his outstanding talent, Su Jiu, who was an orphan with good talent but not so exceptional that people couldn’t catch up to her, was more relatable to them.

Not to mention Qi Chaoye and Mo Lin.

One was often absent from the sect, and when he appeared, he was the center of attention, radiating an aura of “I’m rich” from his hair to his toes. The disciples could only keep their distance, afraid of accidentally pulling out a hair from him and being charged thousands or tens of thousands of spirit stones.

Mo Lin, on the other hand, was always dressed in black, exuding an aura of gloom and doom, as if everyone owed him millions of spirit stones.

No one dared to touch that bad luck.

Because they had encountered the only kind and soft-hearted junior sister, they had to surround her and make a fuss.

Su Jiu struggled to escape from the crowd. She had no choice but to promise them that she would come to practice swordsmanship tomorrow morning before she finally squeezed out of the crowd.

She touched her messy hair and began to hate herself for being so foolish. Why did she have to create a charming persona? It was so annoying!

The “Three-Day Red Face” poison prevented her from using spiritual energy. Su Jiu had originally planned to avoid touching her sword for a while, but today, she was entangled by them and ended up agreeing.

Fortunately, she was only going to demonstrate the nine sword techniques for them tomorrow, so she didn’t have to worry about using spiritual energy and causing the poison to worsen.