Chapter 243: Come On, Let’s Get Soaked Together
Before long, the disciples gathered their focus, because my lord was about to set up the formation and cast the spell.
Three freshly made talismans lay on the table.
The first was a Wind-and-Cloud Summoning Talisman.
The second, a Lightning Summoning Talisman.
The third, a Rain Summoning Talisman.
Gong Mo Ran lit a stick of incense and placed it into the bronze burner, then held his sword in his right hand and walked over to Nan Xun.
Nan Xun: ?
Holding the long sword, Gong Mo Ran drew a formation at her feet.
When Nan Xun saw the formation clearly, her heart jolted.
A Spirit-Gathering Formation!
The big boss actually knew how to use a Spirit-Gathering Formation?
Nan Xun immediately lowered her gaze, concealing the surprise in her eyes.
After finishing the formation, Gong Mo Ran suddenly used his sword to lift the first talisman and tossed it into the incense burner. Without fire, the talisman ignited on its own and quickly burned to ashes.
“Wind and clouds, arise,” the man said casually, pointing his sword straight at the sky.
The next instant, a strange gale swept around Nan Xun, blowing her hair into complete disarray.
She looked up and saw a patch of dark clouds directly above her head—only hers. Everyone else stood beneath clear skies.
Gong Mo Ran burned the second talisman and intoned, “Lightning, awaken.”
The dark cloud above Nan Xun began to rumble thunderously. Lightning flashed, illuminating her delicate face in alternating brightness and shadow.
With a sharp crack, a thick bolt of lightning struck down, splitting in half the large tree Nan Xun had been hugging.
Startled out of her wits, Nan Xun jumped in place, nearly leaping out of the formation.
“Be good. Don’t move,” Gong Mo Ran said, looking at her calmly. His tone was light, yet carried an unquestionable authority.
Nan Xun wanted to pounce on him and bite him to death.
Easy for you to say—you’re not the one getting struck by lightning!
After weighing it over, Nan Xun really didn’t move.
When Gong Mo Ran completed the final step—“Rain, descend”—a faint curve appeared at Nan Xun’s lips. She suddenly lunged forward, grabbed the man’s hand, and before he could react, yanked him straight into the formation.
The very next moment, a torrential downpour poured from the small patch of sky above them.
It was truly a deluge. In just a few blinks of an eye, the man inside the formation was soaked through like a drowned rat.
Gong Mo Ran’s jet-black hair clung wetly to his back, and his white brocade robe turned… semi-transparent.
Nan Xun had been prepared long ago. The instant the rain fell, she burrowed straight into Gong Mo Ran’s arms, even tugging his white outer robe over her head to shield herself. Her movements were lightning-fast, leaving the disciples below utterly dumbfounded.
Gong Mo Ran’s face remained expressionless, but a trace of genuine bewilderment flashed through those dead-calm eyes.
Yes—the Grand National Preceptor was completely stunned.
Unless he initiated it himself, there truly was no one in this world who dared touch him. Touching him was one thing—but this girl actually dared make the dignified Grand National Preceptor shield her from the rain. She was… truly tired of living.
Gong Mo Ran lowered his gaze slightly, looking at the small head tucked into his chest.
She had wrapped herself tightly—in his outer robe.
After a long moment, Gong Mo Ran raised his hand and lightly patted the little head in his arms. His thin lips pressed together faintly as he said coolly, “Come out. The rain has stopped.”
Only then did Nan Xun lift her head. She grinned at him. “Thank you for blocking the rain for me, my lord. You’re so nice.”
Gong Mo Ran: …
The disciples snapped back to their senses. Gong Da flew into a rage. “Insolence! You lowly servant—how dare you offend my lord like this! You deserve death!”
Nan Xun pouted and quietly slipped behind Gong Mo Ran, her small hands stealthily clutching a tiny corner of his robe at the waist.
Just as the disciples were about to rise up in condemnation, Gong Mo Ran swept them a light glance and said coldly, “I am unharmed.” As he spoke, he cast a sideways look at the girl behind him making small movements.
Gong Da, who had followed him the longest, immediately understood the meaning—and his shock deepened.
Those words were clearly an indirect defense of this woman. He was actually protecting a lowly Gu servant!
In all these years, when had he ever seen my lord protect anyone? Aside from a beautiful, alluring face, what about this woman was worth such protection?
They had lived through so many years—what peerless beauties had they not seen? Why was this woman different?
Gong Da suppressed the turmoil in his heart and bowed. “My lord, your robes are completely soaked. Shall you return to the hall to change?”
Gong Mo Ran nodded slightly. “You may review the wind-and-rain summoning technique from earlier. I will test you later.”
With that, he turned to leave—only for the bold little girl who had just committed an outrageous act to suddenly say, “My lord, don’t you know a spell that dries clothes directly? I thought you were omnipotent.”
Her voice was filled with genuine curiosity, even carrying a faint hint of disappointment.
The disciples: !
Did this girl have any idea what she was saying? How dare she question the Grand National Preceptor’s abilities?
Gong Mo Ran suddenly halted. Gong Da actually saw a crack of something resembling strain flash across that usually expressionless face.
Cold sweat broke out on Gong Seventeen’s forehead. He had finally found someone interesting—he really didn’t want her to die so soon!
Why was this girl so stupid?!
And yet, the very next moment, all eighteen disciples widened their eyes in unison.
Their Grand National Preceptor’s lips moved as he silently recited something. Then, with his right hand, he traced a complex formation in the air. In just a few blinks, the white, fitted robe clinging to his body dried without a trace of wind.
Heavens—because of one little girl, they were fortunate enough to once again glimpse a mysterious sorcery the Grand National Preceptor had never displayed before!
For a moment, the disciples were both shocked and delighted, unsure whether to blame the girl or thank her.
Then that reckless girl looked at their Grand National Preceptor with hopeful eyes. “My lord, won’t you dry my clothes too? My back got a bit wet just now.”
The disciples: …
Gong Mo Ran gave Nan Xun a calm glance and said nothing.
Nan Xun pouted and said pitifully, “My lord, I only have this one robe. It’s even an old one Gong Seventeen wore until it was worn out. I don’t have a spare.”
Upon hearing this, Gong Seventeen exploded. “You brat, what’s with that tone? If it weren’t for me, would you even have clothes to wear?”
Nan Xun shot back, “You just think I smell.”
Watching the two bicker, Gong Mo Ran’s gaze shifted slightly. He suddenly looked at Gong Da and instructed, “Tomorrow, go to the brocade shop and buy this girl a few long dresses.”
Nan Xun’s eyes lit up instantly. “Thank you, my lord! I want white ones too!”
Gong Mo Ran pressed his lips together slightly, then added coolly, “Buy white silk dresses.”
Gong Da replied stiffly, “…Yes.”
