Long Aotian’s Beautiful Butler Has Run Away chapter 141

Chapter 141: How Slow?

Rong Xie realized only then that the two instructions he gave were contradictory; one cannot be slow while rushing for time.

This…

“I mean—move slower, but transmit spiritual power faster.” Rong Xie opened his eyes to explain to Shen Bingsi.

His words stopped abruptly.

What entered his vision was…

Shen Bingsi’s skin wasn’t fair—it couldn’t be after years of exposure to wind and sun. The powerful visual impact was purely due to the contrast with the deep blue Adjudicator uniform.

The collar band, densely embroidered with the Mirror Palace’s thunder cloud pattern, was open. The stiff fabric stood up like leather, falling open as the clasps were undone one by one.

Rong Xie knew the Nascent Soul body was perfect and incomparable to ordinary people, but seeing it up close now was still impactful, rendering him speechless for a moment.

What was more fatal was that the hem of the Adjudicator uniform was still tightly bound in the black jade belt. Sword cultivators always had slender waists. Shen Bingsi, achieving Nascent Soul at a young age, was even more lithe and upright. It was hard to imagine how such a body fit into such a narrow belt.

Noticing Rong Xie looking at him, Shen Bingsi deliberately slowed his movements in undoing the belt. The black jade buckle popped open with a clack, the black belt fell off, and the front of the Adjudicator uniform fell completely open, revealing the beautifully defined abs and the lean waistline tucked into the trouser band.

“Good looking?” Shen Bingsi smiled.

Rong Xie’s cheeks burned hot. He turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

Shen Bingsi cupped his face, lowering his head to touch noses with him, slowly rubbing against the bridge of his nose until their breaths mingled. He asked in a low voice, “How slow should the movements be? This slow…”

Shen Bingsi turned his face slightly, kissing the corner of Rong Xie’s lips, then the lower lip, moving all the way down to the thin skin where the jaw met the neck.

Rong Xie tilted his head back, moisture brimming in his eyes.

The feeling this time was completely different from the Fanshi Pavilion. It was comfortable, but a bit… too slow!

Rong Xie began to worry that if this continued, he might be fired from the Lanyuan Villa for being absent too long. Shen Bingsi seemed completely unaware of this problem, strictly adhering to his instructions and embracing him slowly.

Clothes slipped off one by one, until even the difficult-to-undo inner garments glided open smoothly like lily petals under Shen Bingsi’s skilled movements. No barrier remained between them; they were pressed tightly together.

Shen Bingsi’s palms supported Rong Xie’s waist, carefully placing him in a comfortable position. Rong Xie felt he had no purchase, completely at the mercy of Shen Bingsi’s hands. Some unsettling sensations became sharper as his body pressed closer. Rong Xie’s fingers at his lips couldn’t help but push against the broad shoulders pressing down… until his gaze unfocused, and his brain felt like it was soaking in hot spring water.

Even so, when it started, Rong Xie couldn’t help but hum softly, his pushing movements suddenly becoming fierce. Kisses rained down like a storm again, until spots of plum blossoms fell on the snow.

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Rong Xie was kissed senseless, unaware of when Shen Bingsi finished the preparations. This was completely different from the Fanshi Pavilion, where he worried about the cold procedure existing purely for dual cultivation again and again.

Spiritual power poured into his dantian more skillfully, warmly nourishing his Spirit Root, filling the dantian that had been excessively depleted recently. (This part is really cultivation, look at my sincere eyes)

When dawn broke, Rong Xie lay on the bedding, his long hair, damp in strands, sticking to his shoulders. Beneath his cheek was a small patch of fabric wet with tears. Someone pressed intimately against his back, kissing him stroke by stroke.

“Wu…” Rong Xie choked out a senseless sob. …This weird feeling made him feel very guilty, as if not getting up immediately to meditate and refine this spiritual power showed he was indulging in base desires, completely trapped in Shen Bingsi’s gentle haven.

“It’s still early. Sleep a bit longer.” Shen Bingsi was already dressed. “I’ll go to Lanyuan to ask Head Steward Wang for leave.”

“…Steward Wang is fine.”

Watching Shen Bingsi leave as if nothing happened, Rong Xie lay on the bed, questioning life for a while.

Rong Xie slept until noon.

A rich aroma drifted to his nose—it was his favorite Welcome Town Mutton Soup Cake.

Rong Xie’s nose twitched. His long, narrow eyes opened a slit, long lashes lifting to reveal amber pupils. After focusing for a while, Rong Xie woke up completely.

Shen Bingsi, holding the food box with mutton soup cake in one hand and a scroll of sword technique diagrams in the other, had changed into casual clothes and was sitting by the bed waiting for Rong Xie to wake up.

The sound of a head rubbing against fabric came from where the pillow met the quilt. Rong Xie grunted twice, poking his head out of the quilt, his gaze fixed on the food box under Shen Bingsi’s palm.

“Awake?” Shen Bingsi put down the sword technique diagram and stood up. “How is it? Anywhere uncomfortable? Want to eat something first?”

Rong Xie propped up his upper body from the quilt. The dark quilt cover fell, piling around his wrists. His slender, fair upper body looked like snow spotted with red plum blossoms. Shen Bingsi’s gaze froze slightly.

“No… I want to bathe…” Rong Xie looked down at the messy bedding. “Wash the mattress, wash…”

Gurgle. A stomach rumble from a Qi Refinement cultivator interrupted Rong Xie’s declaration of cleanliness.

“How about—” Shen Bingsi used a telekinesis spell, and the food box floated up smoothly, hovering in mid-air. “Wash and eat at the same time?”

Finally, Shen Bingsi’s creative design of installing tables and chairs in the bathroom came in handy.

After eating the mutton soup cake, Rong Xie recovered a lot of strength. He took a steaming hot bath in the tub and felt revived.

“I can walk by myself…”

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On the wooden corridor outside the bathroom, Shen Bingsi carried Rong Xie and strode forward. Rong Xie, wearing inner clothes, still had flushed cheeks from the hot bath. Thinking about how his feet hadn’t touched the ground since waking up today, transforming from a tough butler into a pampered young master, he felt strange. But since Shen Bingsi insisted on carrying him, he had no choice.

Fortunately, Shen Bingsi had set up a barrier in advance, so the backyard was absolutely devoid of people.

Rong Xie relaxed his shoulders, pressing his face slightly closer to Shen Bingsi, and tightened the arm hooked around Shen Bingsi’s neck a little.

Sensing the small movement of the person in his arms, Shen Bingsi lowered his head, kissed his brow bone, and held him tighter.

Rong Xie looked ahead, slowly, slowly tilting his head until the side of his face rested entirely on Shen Bingsi’s shoulder.

In the afternoon when the sunlight was best, Shen Bingsi moved the Arhat bed used for meditation into the courtyard, letting Rong Xie sit on it to enter a meditative state while he stood guard.

Rong Xie focused completely, quickly immersing himself in the process of refining spiritual power. When all the spiritual power became his own, his cultivation recovered to seventy or eighty percent of its past level.

When he opened his eyes, twilight was fading, and it was getting dark.

With Shen Bingsi guarding and heating it with fire spiritual energy, the Arhat bed was as warm as a heated kang; Rong Xie didn’t feel cold at all sitting on it.

However, the wind would turn cold after nightfall. As soon as Rong Xie woke, Shen Bingsi packed up the Arhat bed and carried it back to the warehouse.

By the bedside, the candle flickered gently.

Shen Bingsi placed his fingers on Rong Xie’s pulse, listened for a while, and said, “Good results.”

“Mn…” Rong Xie lowered his sleeve and asked somewhat doubtfully, “Did you learn a new cultivation method somewhere? Why do I feel… this time wasn’t as tight as last time, and the spiritual power input seemed even faster?”

“Didn’t you say to move slower but input spiritual power faster?” Shen Bingsi repeated Rong Xie’s instructions seriously.

“Since when is your memory so good?” Rong Xie pressed the back of his hand to his cheek, suddenly remembering, “Almost forgot, I have to report my safety to Captain Zhao.”

“No rush. Let them move a bit too; don’t let them count on you to solve everything,” Shen Bingsi said, pulling Rong Xie’s hand down. “Besides, you’re safe now, so why haven’t you gone over? Have you thought of how to explain it?”

“This…” Rong Xie paused, feeling Shen Bingsi’s grip on his hand tighten. His profile was distinct in the candlelight, his high nose bridge casting a shadow on his cheekbone. A pair of sharp eyes looked over, but they held a gentle smile.

“Of course, I was entangled by a male demon who sucks human essence and couldn’t get away for a while.” Rong Xie looked away.

“Hm?” Shen Bingsi was stunned, then laughed. “Who are you calling a male demon who sucks human essence?”

“The dignified Demon-Expelling Sword Saint is actually a male demon who sucks human essence…” Rong Xie continued. “Hey, don’t tickle me…”

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The two fell onto the bed playfully, laughter coming from within the curtains.

Rong Xie’s breath was unsteady, his cheeks rosy, and his eyes, moistened from the tickling, were red-rimmed.

Shen Bingsi looked at him. “Alright you, calling me a demon? And sucking human essence? If we’re talking about sucking essence, clearly it’s you—”

Shen Bingsi stopped suddenly, a momentary look of pain on his face. He lowered his eyes, quickly becoming expressionless.

Rong Xie felt a chill down his spine. “Bingsi, you…”

The next instant, Shen Bingsi returned to normal, smiling. “Time is limited. The male demon has to suck a bit more. Only by building your foundation early can people be at ease.”

Rong Xie frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Bingsi’s movements. His clothes had come undone at some point, and the hand resting on his waist moved upward.

Three days later.

Rong Xie felt full of spiritual power and ready to get out of bed to do some serious work, but Shen Bingsi told him to ignore everything else; focusing on Foundation Establishment was the real business.

Another three days passed.

Rong Xie felt the spiritual power in his dantian and sea of qi was overflowing. Vast spiritual power surged through his meridian cycles. Foundation Establishment became imminent.

“Building the foundation now?”

On the Arhat bed in the courtyard, Rong Xie recalled his countless past failures in Foundation Establishment, still feeling uncertain.

“Mn,” Shen Bingsi nodded. “Now.”

Shen Bingsi didn’t say unnecessary words; he just sat aside to guard Rong Xie.

“I want to read the ‘Mental Cultivation Method’ one more time. Foundation Establishment is…” Rong Xie said nervously.

“You already know it backwards.”

That was indeed true.

Rong Xie exhaled lightly, closed his eyes, cleared his mind of distractions, and began to attempt Foundation Establishment.