Gong Chundong was just like the word “spring” in her name: overflowing with springtime allure. If she didn’t have such formidable martial prowess, she would have died in the streets long ago.
She was beautiful, but lecherous to the core. When other people couldn’t keep up with teaching their disciples, she spent every day roaming the mountain to snatch up temporary disciples and force them to spar with her. She’d done nothing at all, yet her gaze had devoured them from head to toe, and she’d even smacked her lips. The sect leader’s study was piled high with complaint letters.
Aside from her incredible martial arts, she was also an astonishingly good artist. She was always the protagonist in her drawings, with everyone else as supporting characters, and she could even recognize people by their faces.
Every good-looking person she’d ever met had ended up in bed with her in one of her drawings. Even the leader of the Hehuan Sect avoided her.
After she was caught peeking at the Snow Mountain Peak Master bathing, she was chased halfway across the mountain. She ran while diligently drawing her stories. By the time Zhou Sudan caught up with her, she’d printed countless copies and distributed them overnight. Every member of her sect had one.
Before long, Gong Chundong acquired a young female disciple who stuck to her like glue, calling her “Master” this and “Master” that. Before Gong Chundong could make a move, the girl started taking her clothes off. The moment Gong Chundong looked her way, the girl began gesturing with one of her illustrated books. “Master, I want you to do this and that, then that and this.”
“Master, when you kiss me, you have to be forceful. I really like it.”
Gong Chundong: “...” Now she couldn’t bear to look at her own illustrated books.
Theme: Don’t get carried away. Keep your feet on the ground.
