The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 338

Her gaze didn’t quite dare to meet Lin Moli’s eyes. Though she tried to appear perfectly nonchalant, she still felt somewhat guilty deep down. No matter how she tried to justify it to herself, what had happened between her and Jiang Fei was ultimately not very proper.

No matter how clever Lin Moli was, she couldn’t possibly see through the illicit affair between Jiang Fei and Su Nan at a glance. Smiling, she said, “We’ll deal with the future when it comes. Today I finally have some free time to rest. How about we go to your place today? I haven’t seen little Tongtong for a long time.”

Su Nan nodded in agreement.

Of course, with these two women deciding on this plan, Jiang Fei definitely couldn’t escape either; he had to go with them. Without this god-tier master chef present, what would be the point of their gathering?

It wasn’t long before it was time to get off work.

Then, Jiang Fei left with the two stunningly beautiful women—the former and current directors of the clinic—under the envious gazes of everyone at the hospital.

They first drove to the market to buy ingredients. Returning to Su Nan’s home, Jiang Fei truly showcased his skills. The process was the same as the previous times. While he cooked, Lin Moli and Tongtong played in the living room, and Su Nan went into the kitchen to help out.

Upon entering the kitchen, Su Nan was quite nervous. Since crossing that final line, with Su Nan now working at the Jiang Clinic, the temperature between them had recently reached its peak; their illicit passion was in full swing. Besides the first time in the car, they had secretly gotten together several more times. She was afraid Jiang Fei might overstep with his hands and be discovered by Lin Moli.

As it turned out, Su Nan found her worries somewhat unnecessary, because Jiang Fei showed absolutely no intention in that direction from start to finish; he was genuinely focused on cooking.

This piqued Su Nan’s curiosity. She took the initiative to tease him, “So, you’re also afraid of Moli?”

“What am I afraid of her for?” asked Jiang Fei, who was swiftly maneuvering pots, pans, and dishes.

But he quickly caught on. Tilting his head, he glanced at Su Nan, who had taken off her coat to reveal a beige knit sweater that perfectly showcased her curvaceous figure, and retorted with a smile, “Getting addicted, are we?”

Su Nan, of course, understood what he meant by ‘addicted,’ so her cheeks immediately flushed. She shot him a coquettish glare, secretly cursing, “Nonsense! I just thought you were acting a bit strange today.”

Jiang Fei stopped what he was doing. With a mischievous smile, he walked over to Su Nan, wrapping an arm around her astonishingly elastic and slender waist. “Alright then. Since you think I’m strange, I’ll just act normal.”

“No! If Moli sees, I really won’t be able to face anyone!” Su Nan hurriedly pushed Jiang Fei away. She didn’t want to ruin things by overplaying her hand.

For some reason, Jiang Fei actually obediently stopped there and then, not pursuing any further excitement.

It was Su Nan who, after just this casual bit of teasing from Jiang Fei, felt a bit… overwhelmed. Not only did her body grow intensely warm, but her ample bosom also rose and fell noticeably. While she breathed a sigh of relief, for some reason, a faint sense of emptiness crept into her heart.

It seemed… the one truly getting addicted might be her, the lonely young beauty…

Yet today, Jiang Fei, whose willpower was usually quite weak in this regard, didn’t seem to notice at all.

Over half an hour later, a full table of exquisitely presented, aromatic, and delicious dishes—dishes you absolutely couldn’t find even in five-star hotels—were carried from the kitchen to the dining table. Both Tongtong, who was still in kindergarten, and Lin Moli, now a domineering female CEO—two foodies, one big and one small—succumbed to the temptation of the feast. Each gave a fragrant kiss to the hardworking hero, and then they began to eat.

After eating and drinking their fill, Su Nan and Lin Moli cleared the dishes to the kitchen. At this moment, Jiang Fei stood up and glanced out the window. Suddenly, he said, “I just remembered there’s something I need to take care of. Moli, why don’t you stay at Sister Nan’s place tonight.”

“Hmm?” Lin Moli, who was tidying the table, was taken aback and looked at Jiang Fei, puzzled.

Jiang Fei smiled. “Nothing major. But I have to go handle it.”

“Alright. Be careful.” Lin Moli quickly nodded.

Of Jiang Fei’s several women, Lin Moli probably knew the most about his identity and abilities. So she understood Jiang Fei must have some matters ordinary people weren’t aware of. As a smart woman, she knew this was the time to give Jiang Fei the utmost trust, not to dig for details like some women would, insisting on getting to the bottom of everything.

Jiang Fei nodded, picked up his coat, and left.

Winter in Jincheng wasn’t as cold as up north in the capital, so it rarely snowed. But the cold of the south and the cold of the north were two completely different concepts. The south had a damp cold, the north a dry cold. For most people, winter in the south was no easier than in the north.

Jiang Fei went downstairs. He didn’t get back in his car but instead simply left the residential complex on foot.

In winter, darkness fell particularly early. Coupled with the chilly weather, by nine o’clock in the evening, there were few pedestrians left on the streets.

Jiang Fei walked at a leisurely, unhurried pace. At some point, a series of ‘click-clack’ sounds began to echo behind him, crisp and clear like high heels on the ground, yet sharper and more resonant than that.

Once audible, the sound matched Jiang Fei’s pace, indicating someone behind him was walking at the same speed. Anyone unaware might think a beautiful woman was tailing him.

Swish!

Jiang Fei’s figure seemed to vanish suddenly, but a true expert would see he had actually burst into a rapid sprint forward.

Swish!

Simultaneously, the ‘click-clack’ sound behind him also vanished, transforming into a phantom-like streak closely following him.

Jiang Fei came to an abrupt halt and turned around.

The sound behind him also stopped abruptly, the distance between them neither closer nor farther, exactly the same as before.

“You’ve been following for quite a while. You’re really patient,” Jiang Fei spoke up.

“It seems you’ve long known I would come looking for you,” came a voice, gentle yet carrying strength.

It was a tall, middle-aged man dressed in a white kimono, completely unarmed. The kimono’s collar was a deep V, baring his chest. He wore wooden clogs, his long hair flowing freely. A faint smile graced his face under the bright moonlight, giving him an indescribably suave aura.

The true number one swordmaster of the island nation.

The contemporary Swordmaster, Liu Shengzongju.

“I knew a week ago,” Jiang Fei nodded.

Just didn’t expect you to be so non-mainstream, dressed up like a ghost, Jiang Fei added silently in his mind.

“Good,” Liu Shengzongju said with a slight smile.

No immediate action, no sarcasm, no arrogance. Like a quiet, handsome man.

“He really is completely different from Miyamoto Isshin!” Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze tightly fixed on every part of the other man.

Head, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, abdomen, legs, crotch…

Jiang Fei had originally thought that since their identities and intentions were clear, there was no need for meaningless dialogue. Let’s just fight.

“Different to the point… I don’t even know how to draw my sword anymore…” Jiang Fei took a deep breath and sighed inwardly.

Because… this man’s sword dao seemed to have no weaknesses. At least, that was the case from the outset…