Chapter 369 - 273: Swaying Wind and Snow, Fluttering Red Dress

Chapter 369: Chapter 273: Swaying Wind and Snow, Fluttering Red Dress

The door creaked open.

A beautiful, slender woman in practical fighting clothes appeared in the doorway.

Her eyes were bright and full of life, her every glance captivating.

"Sis!"

Tang Wen opened his arms and strode quickly toward the door.

Tangtang froze, taking a step back.

"BANG!"

The door was slammed shut.

He was inside, she was out.

Tang Wen was dumbfounded, frozen in a slight daze.

Outside the door, Tangtang pressed her temples and muttered, "I must have been too busy lately, my eyes are playing tricks on me. For a second, it looked like I saw that brat when I opened the door. Sigh!"

Before she could even finish her sigh,

The door opened from the inside, and a face both familiar and strange loomed large before her eyes.

"Huh?"

Her body stiffened as she was pulled into a tight embrace.

"Sis," Tang Wen rested his head on her shoulder. There was so much to say, but he didn’t know where to begin. After a long moment, he could only manage, "I’m back."

Ever since returning to the camp, he had been busy without a moment’s rest.

First, he had to save the day, then he destroyed Black Mountain.

After that, he had rushed over to Five Families City and stayed for two days.

He had only seen Tangtang briefly once.

’Huh? He’s really back.’

Her small hand reached out and pinched her little brother’s thick earlobe.

"Alright, alright, it’s good that you’re back. But you’re a grown man now, what does it look like for you to be hugging me like this?"

Tangtang let go of her brother and, without hesitation, pushed Tang Wen away bit by bit.

’Eh?’

’What happened to our deep sibling bond?’

Moving into the inner room, the brother and sister sat down at a round table with the three maids.

Tang Wen took out several boxes of rouge and powder from his Void Stone.

As expected, women had a natural weakness for such things. Even Little Taotao scooted forward, her big eyes sparkling.

"One for each of you."

With that, Tang Wen handed them out.

Coming home was always a happy occasion.

The three women accepted their gifts and, under Tangtang’s direction, brought out a charcoal pot to cook some tofu and thinly sliced frozen beef.

After a simple meal, the three maids took Taotao and went back to their rooms to rest, leaving the rare quiet time for the siblings.

Zhou Bing wouldn’t be back until late at night, so the two of them decided to eat and wait.

In a gentle voice, Tangtang told her younger brother about her experiences over the past year.

Martial Arts Training, making meat sandwiches, going out to hunt...

Speaking of hunting, Tang Wen suddenly realized that his sister’s aura was indeed different. ℯℯ𝘭.

She had gained an air of competence and composure.

"Did you run into any danger while you were out hunting?"

Tangtang’s hand, which was picking up food, paused. She huffed, "What danger could there be? It was just a bit of training, that’s all."

Tang Wen frowned, feeling conflicted.

On one hand, he wanted his sister to be safe and sound.

On the other hand, he wanted her to have enough power to protect herself.

’In this chaotic world, to have the ability to protect oneself, you’d need to be at least a Peak Fifth Grade, right?’

’Yes, and she’d also need to know Instant Step, be able to defend against Spiritual Power attacks, and definitely practice a Defense Technique.’

"When it comes to Martial Arts, Sis, you still need to work harder!"

Tangtang didn’t argue, just puffed up her cheeks.

’Instead of protecting my little brother, I’m the one being protected by him. It’s a bit disappointing.’

"By the way, the Queen told me a long time ago not to casually teach the Eight Vajra Techniques to others."

"I know. So you’re saying the Queen has already started practicing it."

"Mhm."

The Eight Vajra Techniques had obvious benefits for one’s Constitution and Spirit, but mastering it was not easy.

Even for a Daoist who had practiced it their entire life,

Not everyone could become a Vajra Technique master.

That day, when she fought one against five, the Queen’s combat power had clearly broken through the limits of a top-tier Sixth Grade and was gradually approaching Fifth Grade.

But the level of her Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist clearly couldn’t keep up. Once she gained a better grasp of her Flame Technique and transformed into a true Fifth Grade, it would be a natural progression.

And there was a more advanced Flame Fist Technique at Four Seas Camp.

But one had to become a Seven-star Hunter to be qualified to comprehend it.

The youngest Seven-star Hunter, it was said, was over a hundred years old.

Still, as long as there was hope, that was enough.

"Oh, right. This is for you."

Tang Wen took a large wooden box from his Void Stone and placed it on the floor.

He had just finished explaining about the Void Stone.

"What is this?"

Tangtang opened the lid, and a sweet fragrance assailed her nostrils.

Beneath the wooden lid was kraft paper.

She cupped a packet in her hands and opened it, revealing small, snow-white squares studded on all four sides with crushed peanuts and walnuts.

"Is it something to eat?"

She picked one up and examined it under the oil lamp.

She tried to snap it between her fingers, but the small square only bent into a slight curve.

Tangtang made a small sound of surprise. "Oh, I thought it would be crunchy."

"Try it." Tang Wen raised his cup of liquor and took a sip. A fiery line slid down his throat, the burning sensation sinking down only to surge back up.

Tangtang popped the small square into her mouth and took a gentle bite.

A sweet, milky flavor was released.

Her big eyes blinked once, twice, then narrowed in satisfaction. "What’s this called?"

she asked, her words muffled.

"Milk candy."

"What?" Tangtang slowly turned her head, an inexplicably shocked expression on her face.

’Milk candy?’

’Isn’t that the same name as me?’

She, on the other hand, had only ever eaten yellowish malt candy.

A small piece cost eight catties of maize.

It was too expensive. She only ever splurged on a few small pieces, one for each person in the family.

She would save two pieces for herself, dissolving them in her maize porridge to make it especially sweet.

However, wheat wasn’t grown near the camp, so even malt candy was a rare treat.

She had only bought it once.

Tang Wen bent down, casually took out a few more kraft paper packets from the large box, and opened them one by one.

"Here, this is zongzi candy."

"Are those flower petals on top?" Her teeth were stuck together by the milk candy.

"Rose petals, and those next to them are pine nuts. It’s called zongzi candy because it’s shaped like a zongzi—it’s triangular."

"Oh," Tangtang said, only half-understanding. She took a small sip of water and looked up with her big eyes. "What’s a zongzi?"

"It’s a sweet treat made from glutinous rice."

"A sweet treat? So it’s candy, too?"

"It’s not candy. It’s made of soft, sticky white rice wrapped around candied dates."

"Will I be able to eat this ’candy’ in the future?"

"It’s not candy."

"Anything sweet is candy!"