Lady Simone knew perfectly well that her only advantage right now was Princess Embroidered Jade's inability to use her internal energy. She didn't know about Embroidered Jade's internal chaos, but judging from her earlier performance, it was clear her condition was far from good. So, Simone couldn't afford to let her recover. After all, the sixth moon stage was terrifying—if Embroidered Jade made a comeback, Simone could be in real trouble. She had to stay on high alert.
As a fellow innate master, Lady Simone understood that a true expert's power lay in their will and spirit. As long as your heart stayed steady, your skills couldn't be shaken. That's why the first effect of the Ten Evils Soul Scattering Powder was mild for innate experts, but the second—breaking one's will—could be devastating. Now, Simone decided to strike while Embroidered Jade was down.
So what if she broke her Dao heart? If it were Princess Flower Shifter, who walked the path of innocence, the outcome might be uncertain. But Embroidered Jade, with her holier-than-thou attitude and seemingly calm, icy resolve—Simone thought those were the easiest to break.
"Princess Embroidered Jade, this is a big part of life, you know. If you still don't understand, your mother really dropped the ball. Let big sis here fill in for her and teach you a thing or two about the mysteries between men and women." Lady Simone's voice, laced with inner power, drilled straight into your heart—it wasn't something you could block out just by covering your ears.
"Hmph, you can talk all you want—I couldn't care less." Embroidered Jade decided to fight back. She couldn't just let Lady Simone have her way. This showdown was like a debate match, all about who could keep their cool.
"Princess, if you're not interested, that's fine—I'm not just talking to you. Our little brother here can listen in too. He hasn't made a move yet, probably because he's just as clueless about what to do. Little brother, let big sis tell you: Princess Embroidered Jade's, uh, area actually looks like this. First, there are two petals..."
"Shut up!" Embroidered Jade opened her eyes, unable to take it anymore. Imagine a health teacher dragging someone on stage in front of the whole class and using them as a model: "A man's genitalia should be about this long, but this student's—well, it looks way too short, probably not much use..."
This kind of humiliation was probably worse than stripping naked. You know what they say—if you have no shame, you're unstoppable. In this department, Lady Simone was pretty much unbeatable. Embroidered Jade's mind was a mess; she instinctively glanced at The Fool, then blurted out, "Lady Simone, you're a respected figure in the martial world—how can you be so shameless!"
"What's wrong with that? Love between men and women is the way of the world. Without it, how would life go on? Princess Embroidered Jade, you're so shy—don't tell me you don't even know what your own parts look like? Ahahaha, that's hilarious!"
"Stop it, just stop!" Embroidered Jade was totally on the defensive now, shouting, "We are decent women—how can you insult us like this!"
"Decent women? Ha, what a joke! I don't buy for a second that you're really that pure! Princess Embroidered Jade, be honest with yourself—when you were little, did you ever have the habit of squeezing your legs together?"
"Squeezing my legs?" Embroidered Jade had no idea what she meant.
"Yeah, think back—when you were still clueless as a kid, did you ever press your legs together or cross them, squirm and squeeze, until your whole body shivered, your toes curled, and you felt that supreme, out-of-this-world pleasure? Ever happened to you? Do you remember?"
Embarrassed, Embroidered Jade couldn't say a word. Her face went pale, then red, and sweat started to bead on her forehead. She was breathing lightly, and a hint of fear crept into her heart. She'd never learned anything about this stuff before, and Lady Simone was hitting her with a knowledge gap she couldn't bridge. She wanted to fight back, but didn't know what to say—so she just blurted, "But, this..."
"Haha, so you have done it! So honest! Let me tell you, that's the pleasure between men and women. So what right do you have to talk about being insulted? You're just the same! Hahaha!" Lady Simone laughed triumphantly, while Embroidered Jade wavered, totally at a loss.
Lady Simone pressed her advantage: "Actually, guys know this stuff best—and they figure it out on their own. Little brother, tell me, have you ever been with a woman?"
Instinctively, Embroidered Jade glanced at The Fool. For some reason, she kind of wanted to know the answer, too.
"No." The Fool kept it short and steady. Embroidered Jade suddenly felt a little relieved, though she couldn't say why.
"Really?" Lady Simone sounded surprised. "How old are you, little brother?"
"Twenty-six."
"Twenty-six?" Lady Simone was even more surprised. "You look younger than that. But little brother... heh, twenty-six and never been with a woman, that's rare. Princess Embroidered Jade is a real beauty—why not let me teach you how to woo her today? Picking up where I left off, the princess's, um, area starts with two petals..." Embroidered Jade gritted her teeth, wanting to cover her ears. She was mortified, totally lost, angry and frustrated, but powerless.
Using this kind of topic as a psychological weapon was the perfect counter to her No-Dust Mind State. It was like diamond versus glass—either total victory or total defeat. If her mind was steady, she was diamond, and these words would blow past her like a breeze. But now, poisoned, mentally shaken, and with The Fool's presence rattling her, her will was as fragile as glass.
So she was really struggling, feeling like she couldn't hold on much longer.
But just then, The Fool calmly said, "No need."
"Heh, no need to be shy, big brother. Let me tell you about that mysterious place..." Lady Simone started rattling off all sorts of not-for-kids info. She was on a roll, Embroidered Jade was about to faint from embarrassment, but The Fool suddenly interrupted: "No need, I know all about it."
"Huh?" That one word came from both Lady Simone and Embroidered Jade at the same time. The Fool's "I know all about it" threw Simone off her game, but Embroidered Jade wasn't happy either—she was a little annoyed, blurting out, "You... really know all about it?"
"I do."
Embroidered Jade couldn't help but snap, "Why?" If he'd never been with a woman, how could he know everything? She could accept if he said he knew a little—everyone jokes about this stuff—but "know all about it" sounded way too much, like he was some kind of expert.
But The Fool wasn't lying. He said he knew all about it because he really did.
Countless vivid memories flashed through his mind: lessons from the Pure Lord, theories from the Fox Sisters, and a whole lot of steamy movies from a certain hot capital city. But the deepest memory was from when he was little, just starting to learn about the world. He remembered flipping through a book to learn how to read. That book, which he never thought he'd recall, was called "Obstetric Nursing."
"Because my mom's an obstetrician." For someone who learned to read with "Obstetric Nursing," he was way ahead of his peers on this stuff, basically standing at the top of the theory mountain. You know what they say—there's always a bigger fish. Just now, Lady Simone steamrolled Embroidered Jade with her knowledge, but now it was her turn to get flattened.
The Fool looked calmly toward the cave entrance: "You made three mistakes in what you just said. First..."
Lady Simone was stunned. She couldn't help it. When the guy inside started calmly correcting her mistakes with total authority, it was like someone showing off their Cantonese at karaoke, only to get schooled by a real Guangdong native. (True story—happened to a classmate of mine, I laughed so hard I almost passed out.)
It's the classic case of a poser running into the real deal—one of life's biggest blows. Lady Simone was at a loss. The Fool's string of professional, precise facts had zero sleaze, just the crushing force of a five-fingered mountain, leaving her gasping for air.
And on that mountain was a sign with the ultimate truth: "Tryhard fail equals certified fool."
Neither woman said a word. Embroidered Jade just stared, dumbfounded, at The Fool's confident explanation, but her mind was oddly calm—blank, but calm. Lady Simone, on the other hand, suddenly felt awful, her internal energy faltering, as if The Fool had rattled her core!
"Unbelievable! How could this happen? How could I lose here?" Lady Simone steadied herself and forced a comeback: "Princess Embroidered Jade, you see, men are just... ahem, they're born knowing! So you better be careful, this guy could, uh, get ideas at any time~"
"Nonsense!" Embroidered Jade shot The Fool a glance, cheeks flushed. "Even if he... comes from a family of experts, I believe he's pure of heart—not that kind of person!" Right now, she was ready to believe The Fool was the legendary No-Dust Mind State.
"Heh, keep telling yourself that. Why not test it out? Some things can't be argued—little brother, my martial world nickname is Lady Simone. Do you know what the 'Three Wonders' are? I bet you do~" This was Lady Simone's ace psychological move—if you're bland, hit them with something spicy, like hackers flooding a server with junk files.
Embroidered Jade knew nothing good could come of this, but in her frazzled state, she was a little curious—she honestly had no idea what the so-called Three Wonders were.
Would The Fool know?
"I don't know what people say about you in the martial world, but based on my observations and logic, there are two possible explanations for the so-called 'Three Wonders.'" The Fool held up one finger. "First, charming voice, soft body, easy to get in bed. In plain terms: nice voice, flexible body, and easy to sleep with."
Lady Simone forced a couple of laughs, but felt like she'd just been stabbed in the heart. This was not the reaction she wanted—she was hoping for shy resistance, conflicted feelings! But this blunt, straightforward explanation just made her feel defeated. And "easy to get in bed"? Even if you're a total flirt, a master is still a master—hearing it put so plainly was almost heart-stopping.
The Fool raised a second finger, face completely deadpan: "Second possibility—the Three Wonders refer to the vagina, mouth, and anus. In plain terms: privates, mouth, and rear, representing three different ways to have sex."
Lady Simone couldn't even force a laugh this time—she felt like she'd been stabbed again, and this time it was a critical hit! It was as if a bloody "-100 HP" sign popped up on her forehead!
The Fool kept a straight face, speaking in a robotic monotone: "Using these vague metaphors is just a way to show off your skills and try to attract men. Honestly, it's a primitive and childish tactic."
"Ugh..." Lady Simone clutched her chest, feeling like a knife was stabbing her over and over, each one on fire, with damage numbers rising like a waterfall! (Anyone who's played Legend knows the feeling.)
The Fool didn't stop, speaking sincerely and rationally: "Given the situation, the only potential target for your seduction is me. But let me be clear—I'm not going to sleep with you."
It wasn't a knife anymore—it was a chainsaw stuck in her chest, blood spraying everywhere! "Wh-why..." Lady Simone barely managed to ask, her voice hoarse.
"First, from what I've observed, you're way older than me. This whole big brother, little sister thing is nonsense—I don't like women who put on an act."
Chainsaw slash—minus one thousand HP!
"Second, you stick your chest out and arch your back, fitting the popular standards of sexy, but your proportions are way off—I don't like women whose busts are so big they're deformed. Honestly, it's a little freaky."
Chainsaw vertical slash—minus ten thousand HP!
"Third, though I haven't seen it myself, I suspect you're already a 'black wood ear.'"
"Black wood ear?" Lady Simone managed to gasp, using the last of her strength.
"Yep. As the saying goes, 'Every nerd gets his day, but a wood ear never goes back to pink.' Years of darkening, plus a wild sex life, lead to all sorts of gynecological problems. Your wood ear's so black you can't see your hand in front of your face—why would I be interested?" The Fool paused, then added, "I think you get what I'm saying, Auntie."
Finishing move, the final blow! If words were weapons, Lady Simone felt like she'd just taken a twenty-eight-hit combo, a rage super, and eight sword slashes, then got shot in the head for good measure—her brains splattered everywhere!
HP: minus one hundred million.
"You—you—ahhhhh!!" With a scream of utter rage, Lady Simone staggered away. In the darkness, you could hear her smashing rocks against the cave walls and roaring like a madwoman. If she weren't immune to the poison, she'd probably have gone berserk.
The Fool suddenly turned to the stunned Princess Embroidered Jade, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile: "There, peace and quiet at last." That smile sent a chill down Embroidered Jade's spine. If she had to describe it, the words would be: super, ultra, scheming!
The man before her had awakened some truly terrifying trait.