The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 193: Master, Did You Marry Me?

At the Peak of Life and Death, there were three individuals who were the most aloof and pure.

Xue Meng.

Elder Greedy Wolf.

Chu Wanning.

Xue Meng had already been thrown out by the lust-inducing gourd. Elder Greedy Wolf was not a virgin; he had married a wife in his early years. However, the woman was frail and passed away shortly after their marriage. It was said that Elder Greedy Wolf studied medicine to prevent himself from witnessing another loved one suffer from illness.

That left only Chu Wanning.

"Senior Yu Heng will definitely be able to handle it."

"Yeah, Young Master couldn't do it, so we can only rely on Young Master's master."

Mo Ran heard this and felt frustrated, but he could do nothing but stand there helplessly.

In his desperation, Mo Ran took a desperate measure and suggested to Xue Zhengyong, "What if I give it a try?"

Xue Zhengyong studied him thoughtfully and said tactfully, "Ran'er, the first requirement for taming the Desire Gourd is that one must have no romantic history."

Mo Ran: "…."

Over at the other side, Chu Wanning had already dizzied the Wine Gourd with alcohol until it fell to the ground with a thud. As the green smoke dissipated, it transformed into a small jade gourd lying quietly on the floor. Xue Zhengyong stepped forward to store the Wine Gourd in his Qiankun Pouch and exclaimed happily, "Haha, as expected of Yu Heng! Come, Desire Gourd, Desire Gourd!"

Chu Wanning's expression remained unchanged, but he lowered his lashes, avoiding direct eye contact with Xue Zhengyong. "I'm not going."

Xue Zhengyong was taken aback. Not just him, even the surrounding disciples and elders were stunned.

"Why... why not?"

"....I've had too much to drink. I'm tired."

Xue Zhengyong wasn't an idiot. Chu Wanning, who could drink without getting drunk, was not bluffing.

He stared intently at the cold, white-robed man until Chu Wanning grew impatient and brushed off his sleeve, turning away. Suddenly, Xue Zhengyong seemed to grasp something, and his surprise made him blurt out, "Yu Heng, you couldn't possibly—"

Chu Wanning's ears suddenly turned red. He spun around in anger, his phoenix eyes flashing like lightning. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Before Xue Zhengyong could finish saying "not his type," he himself found the words unbearable. How could that be? Who was Chu Wanning?

Wan Night Jade Heng, the Venerated Immortal of the Northern Dipper. If he had ever indulged in fleeting romances, who would believe it?

Xue Zhengyong slapped his thigh in urgency. "Then, well, give it a try. Otherwise, this gourd will just keep spinning here, harmless but still troublesome. Besides, this wine-colored gourd has a tough skin; it might take three to five years to even scratch its surface."

"..." Chu Wanning's gaze swept over the crowd. All the disciples looked at him eagerly, except for Mo Ran, whose guilt-ridden eyes burned with an undeniable intensity as they locked onto him.

Chu Wanning cursed inwardly. However, he was now in a difficult position. If he left in a huff, there might be more gossip and trouble later on. After some thought, he said, "I'll give it a shot."

The lustful gourd promptly swallowed Chu Wanning within its belly, then began spinning around on the spot. The disciples of Death Peak were all unsuspecting, firmly believing that Chu Wanning would surely subdue the gourd. Only Mo Ran knew the truth deep down—

The world's purest immortal master had been defiled not long ago, on a rainy night in the dimly lit inn of Impermanence Town, under the sheets where their lips had met and skin had touched.

By his own hands.

Chu Wanning opened his eyes.

Within this gourd was another world, a secluded realm of dreams all its own.

True to legend, the crimson gourd was illuminated by glowing red candles and adorned with a lowered bridal canopy. Moving forward, one would see a large bed made of red sandalwood, covered in thick quilts and strewn with peanuts and red dates. Felt rugs, canopies, and bed curtains were all in place.

At the entrance of the warm chamber stood an old woman who was clearly the transformed gourd itself. She smiled warmly, her long, emerald-green hair cascading down her back. Even her teeth were of the same hue.

Chu Wanning knew there was no way he could subdue this crimson gourd, so he didn't bother with unnecessary chatter. He approached the old woman and said, "Granny, just send me out. There's no need for me to lift the veil."

The old woman responded amiably, "Hmm, hmm."

"..."

To his surprise, the old woman didn't understand human speech, nor was she as astute as the wine gourd, unable to grasp Chu Wanning's intentions. With no other choice, Chu Wanning sighed and reluctantly made his way to the bed.