Chapter 1130: Chapter 81: The Fusang Girl’s Schemes Run Deep

The private room and the little games inside the Liusheng Dojo are not meant for serious martial artists.

Although they don’t explicitly say so, as guests, you should have some basic common sense.

For example, ordering a cup of milk tea from Mixue Ice City and saying it’s not tasty after drinking it demonstrates low emotional intelligence.

Then ordering a cup of coffee from Mixue Ice City and saying it’s not as good as Starbucks shows low IQ.

You’ve finished your bath, wearing big shorts and sparring swordsmanship with a young girl, can you still get serious?

Don’t you have any shame?

Of course, Wang Yunxiao is someone with a sense of shame. After adjusting the force in his hands, he switched to a bamboo sword and began sparring with Xiaobaihe in the courtyard.

He indeed doesn’t know how to swordfight.

Previously, he had the opportunity to comprehend some Sword Intent, but unfortunately, he encountered an old shameless person and was forced to use up two Sword Qi walnuts.

He hasn’t really learned ordinary techniques, Ten Thousand Mountains and Rivers mainly focuses on boxing techniques, and the explanation on swordsmanship is not in-depth.

So without using any extra-ordinary strength, purely relying on skill, he really didn’t gain much advantage.

The core of Fusang Swordsmanship is speed, being one step ahead to seize the initiative.

If it were a real duel with katanas, there wouldn’t be much fancy stuff; it’s just whoever is faster wins.

Xiaobaihe is a woman who knows how to play with swords.

She not only excels in Sword Dao, but also in transforming the originally fierce and intense swordsmanship into a strategy of mutual tug-of-war and toying with your opponent.

According to the Go world, this is called playing instructional games.

She needs to let the guest experience the thrill of sparring with a beautiful swordswoman while intentionally showing flaws to give the guest opportunities to attack and achieve victory, mixed with some unspoken ambiguities and fun.

For example, if she accidentally hits the guest, she would quickly rush over to apologize repeatedly, showing concern, and giving the guest a feast for the eyes.

Or if she’s accidentally hit by the guest, she would let out some delicate cries and pretend to be on the verge of tears, letting the guest take advantage of the situation…

Is it fun? Of course, it’s fun.

Playing with girls who intentionally cater to you, what wouldn’t be fun about that?

After a few rounds, Wang Yunxiao just couldn’t stop playing.

They played for half an hour, nearly exhausting Xiaobaihe. Coupled with the hot weather, she was drenched in fragrant sweat, and her clothes were soaked. But since the guest wasn’t tired, she didn’t dare to call it off on her own and could only look pleadingly at Wang Yunxiao.

According to the normal game flow, after getting tired of playing, covered in sweat, it’s the perfect time to take a shower.

And conveniently pull the girl along too.

But Wang Yunxiao didn’t break a sweat.

It’s like playing Minesweeper for two hours with a 5090 graphics card, and the fan didn’t even spin.

“You should take a break and change your clothes.”

Seeing her on the verge of physical exhaustion, even knowing there was an element of acting, Wang Yunxiao still showed the demeanor of a gentleman, waving her off to rest.

Xiaobaihe’s gaze became even more resentful.

Obviously, she didn’t satisfy the guest, and she might get docked pay.

Wang Yunxiao went back to the room and sat down, checking on Han Bin’s side… Han Bin had already switched between several games, from playing hand slaps to flicking foreheads, and eventually to drinking games.

A neat row of sake pots lined the table, and the girls had been drunk enough to puke.

Yan Yu’an’s side was much more refined.

He lay on the girl’s lap, having her read to him.

This guy definitely isn’t new to such places!

All three girls had been worn out, who knows if they’re cursing inwardly.

Originally, these talent shows and game programs were just to spice things up.

But you three, let us perform nonstop all night long.

And not pay a dime.

That’s right, the most important thing is not paying.

Normally, guests should pay up when they’ve had enough fun.

But these three didn’t spend a cent, just playing, and keeping it clean at that.

Thankfully, Yan Yu’an’s membership card was quite high-end, or they would’ve thrown a fit.

Otherwise, they’d probably cuss you right now, acting all gentlemanly here — did you come here looking for first love?

Yan Yu’an wasn’t in a rush; he knew someone would eventually crack.

Wang Yunxiao had barely sat for two minutes when the hostess came in with cool sliced watermelon, smiling and explaining, “Xiaobaihe was overly exhausted and strained her back and needs some rest, we ask the guest for understanding.”

Exhausted my ass, Wang Yunxiao thought, I didn’t even exert any force.

The hostess obviously hadn’t finished speaking. Seeing that Wang Yunxiao wasn’t angry, she continued in a low voice, “Xiaobaihe is one of our top swordsmanship experts in the dojo, but she couldn’t fight back against the guest. If not for the guest’s mercy, she would’ve suffered today. Our lady wants to personally offer you a drink to apologize; I wonder what you think?”

The lady of the house?

Hearing this title, Wang Yunxiao knew it was the main person coming.

If she wanted to come, she could just come; why put on such a polite act?

Not long after, a woman in dark kimono, in her twenties, appeared at the door and bowed.

Dark kimonos are quite rare, considered formal wear, usually seen at formal occasions like funerals.

This woman was tall, and her features didn’t show the traits of Fusang people, looking more like a local Ming Country girl, with bright eyes and white teeth, dignified and commanding a presence.

Wearing a dark kimono clearly signals—”I’m not for sale.”

Most importantly, her face was clear of tattoos.

This suggests two possibilities.

Either she isn’t a naturalized Fusang person.

Or she isn’t pure-blood Fusang.

“Apologies for keeping the guest waiting.”

The young woman kneeled before Wang Yunxiao, reached for the pot to fill his cup, and smiled lightly.

“I am Yagyu Junko, the person in charge here. May I know how to address you, guest?”

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but be curious, “Are you a Fusang person?”

Yagyu Junko nodded, “My grandfather Yagyu Sai founded this dojo. My mother was born in Tianmen, and my father was a wandering martial artist from Cangzhou who was recruited by my grandfather. Although I’ve inherited the Yagyu Family name and business, I can’t be considered a naturalized Fusang person.”

I see.

Wang Yunxiao nodded, that made sense.

“Xiaobaihe’s skills were lacking, her swordsmanship inadequate, unable to entertain the guest. I sincerely apologize, and I’ll punish myself with a drink as atonement.”

Yagyu Junko picked up the cup and drank it all.

Wasn’t that my cup?

Watching the lady finish her drink with apparent relish, licking her lips and refilling the cup, Wang Yunxiao suddenly realized… he was still too naive.

Their game wasn’t over; this was also part of the play!