They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 56 You don't want your senior sister to find out, do you?

After a moment of silence, Gong Yuqing buried her face in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "I've already sent him back. Is there anything else?"

Wu Cheng was sitting on the soft couch, his hands still in the same massage position as before, pressing on the Chengshan acupoint in the middle of Gong Yuqing's left calf.

This acupoint is specifically for treating muscle tension. When you press it, you feel a strong soreness and distension. Gong Yuqing's calf twitched just now after he pressed this spot.

At this moment, her calves were still trembling slightly, and the muscle lines were jumping in his hands, like a cat whose neck was being pinched and kneaded by him, unable to escape. She showed no signs of being a master of innate cultivation.

Wu Cheng felt a little embarrassed.

His face, with his head bowed, was directly facing Gong Yuqing's calves. With just a slight lift of his gaze, he could see past the back of Gong Yuqing's knees and then follow the slightly raised muscle line on the back of her thigh all the way to the edge of the seam of her purple silk robe.

Wu Cheng withdrew his gaze and didn't dare to look again, but his eyes involuntarily lingered on her legs.

Gong Yuqing's calves were extremely well-proportioned. Her long, well-trained legs were definitely not skinny chopsticks, but rather perfectly full, with the soft flesh and muscle distributed in a very pleasing way.

Moreover, perhaps due to her profound cultivation, her skin seemed to have a faint pearlescent sheen, like a freshly peeled egg that had been soaked in warm water, so delicate that pores were almost invisible.

Every time his fingertip touched the ground, Gong Yuqing's skin would slightly indent, but the soft flesh was incredibly elastic, because when his finger left, it would spring back to its original shape.

At that moment, Bai Suying's voice came from outside the door, "Master, the traitors have all been dealt with. Four were from Lin'an, two were spies from Beisheng Kingdom, and one was from the Demonic Sect. They are all being held in the back room of the Discipline Hall, awaiting Master's judgment."

"Do what you want, anyway, you've never asked me before, you rebellious disciple..."

Gong Yuqing raised her lazy eyebrows and answered in a steady voice, then buried herself in the pillow again, biting the corner of the pillow tightly.

There was nothing she could do; Wu Cheng's hand had somehow already reached the back of her knees.

This was the least strenuous part of Gong Yuqing's body. She had been sitting and lying down for many years, and the tendons in this area were a little sore. Just now, Wu Cheng had only massaged it, and her entire leg straightened instantly as if she had been electrocuted, and her knee bounced on the soft couch, making a very soft thud.

Wu Cheng was startled!

He quickly let go and turned around, instinctively looking towards the door.

Fortunately, the door was tightly closed, and Bai Suyi outside should not have noticed anything.

However, at this moment, his wrist tightened, and when he looked down, he saw that Gong Yuqing had grabbed his wrist and pressed his hand back onto her leg.

Wu Cheng looked up in surprise and met Gong Yuqing's gleaming eyes.

Then she silently said, "You don't want your senior sister to find out, do you?"

Wu Cheng's heart started racing.

Indeed, his senior sister was right outside the door. If he made any big movements at that moment, the slightest friction of his clothes would expose him.

Just as Wu Cheng was feeling extremely anxious, Bai Suyi's voice rang out again from outside the door, "Master, there's one more thing. News of that ranking list has spread throughout the states, and various forces are trying to find out more about Junior Brother. If the Great Yu court uses this as an excuse to make trouble, how should we respond?"

Gong Yuqing lifted half of her hazy, pretty face from under the pillow, her voice steady yet authoritative, "What do you think should be done?"

"Remain calm and wait for the right moment to act," Bai Suying replied decisively. "After all, Junior Brother is now your last disciple. If we can't even protect Junior Brother, the Great Yu Dynasty will surely become more demanding, and other sects will also have inappropriate thoughts. Moreover, if what Junior Brother said is true, the list is a tactic used by the Northern Sheng Kingdom to sow discord and disrupt the peace of the Great Yu Dynasty and the martial world. In my opinion, we should visit each sect one by one to make them understand the meaning of our Wentian Sect."

"If the court makes any unusual moves, we will direct our attention to Beisheng."

"Um."

Gong Yuqing gave a soft snort and glanced back at Wu Cheng.

Wu Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue massaging the stiff parts of her legs, only lightening the pressure with his fingers and gently warming the massage with his inner energy.

The muscles on the back of Gong Yuqing's thighs and calves also changed from tense to relaxed, but her legs were shaking so badly that the hem of her purple silk robe was pulled and swayed slightly.

"Master?" The voice in white robes rang out from outside the door again, this time with a hint of suspicion.

"fine."

Gong Yuqing buried her face in the pillow again, her voice much lower than before, but the last syllable lingered, carrying a hint of lazy hoarseness, as if she hadn't woken up yet, or as if she had just had most of her strength drained but was still forcing herself to stay awake, "Is there anything else?"

Wu Cheng pursed his dry lips, looked down at his hand pressing on the back of her thigh, and... her two calves that had somehow become slightly crossed.

This cheap master's acting skills are too good! Zhang Wuji's mother is absolutely right!

But Wu Cheng still held his breath and dared not breathe.

Firstly, my senior sister is highly skilled; if she hears two breathing sounds inside the room, then all will be lost.

Secondly, he could smell the faint sweet fragrance emanating from Gong Yuqing whenever he breathed.

It wasn't the scent of rouge, face powder, or incense, but rather a warm, soft, natural fragrance, as if you were burying your face in a pile of silk that had just been dried in the sun.

After hearing Gong Yuqing's words, Bai Suyi outside the door remained silent for a moment before saying, "Then Master, please continue to rest. This disciple will take my leave now."

As Bai Suying's footsteps faded into the distance, Wu Cheng collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily, his back soaked with sweat.

He raised his hand to wipe away the sweat and found that his hand was trembling. He didn't know if it was the lingering fear or the heat from the leg he had just touched.

However, Wu Cheng felt tired, after all, giving Gong Yuqing a massage is a completely different thing from giving a massage to an ordinary person.

Putting aside how top-notch her appearance, figure, and temperament are, and also how nervous Bai Suying made him stand outside the door.

Gong Yuqing was, after all, a master of innate cultivation. If an ordinary person's muscles were stiff, they could simply knead them open.

However, Gong Yuqing's muscles and tendons have been tempered by profound internal energy. On the surface, they are soft and smooth, but in reality, every inch of fascia contains extremely strong rebound force.

If Wu Cheng's finger force was too light, it wouldn't penetrate; if it was too heavy, it would trigger the automatic counterattack of her protective true energy.

Therefore, it is necessary to find the right balance, which places extremely high demands on his mental strength and control of his internal energy.

This kind of precise, millimeter-level force control is more tiring than fighting Yuan Hao.

Gong Yuqing remained motionless on the soft couch, but the hem of her purple robe was still brushing against her knees, and her two smooth calves were crossed and placed on the edge of the couch, with several reddish finger marks on her calves slowly fading.

Wu Cheng quickly stood up and cupped his hands in greeting, "Master, then this disciple will take his leave."

Gong Yuqing didn't say anything, and Wu Cheng quickly slipped away.

He tripped over the threshold and then quickly ran away.

Gong Yuqing lifted her face from the pillow, her still watery eyes giving him a quiet glare, while her originally fair and smooth face was now as red as a freshly cooked shrimp.

After a moment of silence, she grabbed a pillow, slammed it against the wall, and muttered, "Gong Yuqing, you were so determined not to provoke him this time, you useless thing..."