Chapter 232: Talking Back
Chapter 232: Chapter 155: Talking Back
The Blood Demon Lord was now grievously injured, and the Blood Demon Palace’s vitality had been greatly diminished. Rumors swirled that the Blood Demon Lord had even dropped a realm. Therefore, Xue Nichang’s purpose for attending the Celestial Dao Grand Competition was actually quite similar to Qiu Yuehan’s.
She certainly had the qualifications. Having absorbed a trace of the Black Dragon’s blood, she had changed her Dao and become incredibly powerful. A single glance across the Sword Testing Platform revealed few who were worthy of her attention.
Then, Qiu Yuehan arrived.
Xue Nichang said in disbelief, “Qiu Yuehan, don’t think for a moment that I’m afraid of you…”
Before the words had even left her mouth, Qiu Yuehan’s sword was upon her, shredding her whip. Then, her free left hand shot out in a sudden punch, smashing into Xue Nichang’s face.
Qiu Yuehan glanced at Xue Nichang, whom she had sent flying with the punch, then silently leaped off the Sword Testing Platform and returned to her seat.
The scene descended into an eerie silence.
They hadn’t been mistaken.
Xue Nichang was in the Fifth Realm, wasn’t she?
A Fifth Realm expert from the Nine Gates and Twelve Palaces couldn’t even withstand a single move from the Miao Yu Palace Chief?
Just how powerful was this Miao Yu Palace Chief?
The Black Skirt Fairy, however, seemed completely oblivious and simply sat back down.
‘Junior Sister isn’t here.’
‘That man isn’t here either.’
‘How boring.’
Qiu Yuehan seemed to think of something, and the corners of her lips curled up in a smile so faint that no one could see it.
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Lu Changyuan abruptly shifted to one side, causing the Lotus Platform to wobble.
Su Youwan said softly, “Young Master Lu?”
Lu Changyuan grunted. “It’s nothing. I was just thinking that perhaps there’s another way for us to travel.”
Su Youwan’s Lotus Platform was rather small, making it cramped for the two of them. Lu Changyuan had initially refused, but Su Youwan had said, “This isn’t the first time. Besides, haven’t Youwan and Young Master Lu been in close physical contact before? We’re both fully clothed now. As long as our consciences are clear, it’s fine.”
The Magical Artifact was indeed significantly faster than traveling on one’s own.
So, Su Youwan once again curled up on Lu Changyuan’s lap. Whether intentionally or not, the maiden’s fair, slender calves kept gently rubbing against him.
The image of Su Youwan from that road of death reappeared before him like a hallucination.
Lu Changyuan had been doing a good job of emptying his mind and calming his heart.
‘Heaven knows what Qiu Yuehan is doing.’
‘Why is she activating the Yu seal right now?’
Su Youwan’s Lotus Platform was already small, and things were already cramped between Lu Changyuan and the silver-haired maiden. With the seal now acting up, Su Youwan naturally noticed something.
The maiden tilted her head slightly, her fair cheek appearing beside Lu Changyuan’s. As she drew near, he could smell the sandalwood incense on her.
“‘The firmament is strong, the earth is yielding; in harmony, they embrace. Yang bestows, Yin receives; male and female need one another.'”
This Little Ancestor of the Compassionate Palace had actually started reciting a Daoist Scripture.
Lu Changyuan’s scalp tingled as he listened.
But Su Youwan continued in her ethereal, broken voice, which betrayed no emotion. “While it is a perfectly normal occurrence… it’s pressing into me, Young Master Lu.”
‘Five Desires and Six Dust Heart Transformation Technique, you’re useless!’
“It’s just a natural reaction,” Lu Changyuan said, steadying his mind. “Miss Su is beautiful. Any normal man would feel desire. That’s why I said we should abandon the Lotus Platform.”
Su Youwan tilted her head slightly.
This wasn’t the first time Lu Changyuan had called her beautiful.
She was indeed beautiful… but why was he reacting to her now? Back in the Netherworld, even when she had stripped down to nothing but her underbodice, Lu Changyuan’s heart had been as still as water.
“Since Young Master Lu is being so frank, Youwan naturally has a clear conscience as well. It doesn’t matter.”
Despite her words, the silver-haired maiden suddenly turned around. Originally, she had been nestled in Lu Changyuan’s embrace, but now they were in a face-to-face hug.
“Let Youwan recite a scripture for Young Master Lu. It will help you calm your mind.”
Lu Changyuan froze for a moment.
The silver-haired maiden leaned close to his ear and, as if breathing the words, began to recite the scripture: “When the sweet dew descends, heaven and earth unite; where the yellow sprout grows, Kan and Li entwine.”
The warm breath from the maiden’s lips brushed against Lu Changyuan’s earlobe, and a tingling, itching sensation crawled up his back.
The fragrance of a maiden ruthlessly suppressed the purifying sandalwood incense, rushing into Lu Changyuan’s nostrils like a flame.
“What kind of scripture are you reciting?”
Lu Changyuan had read his fair share of scriptures, but this one from the Compassionate Palace sounded off, no matter how he listened.
“If Young Master Lu doesn’t like it, then Youwan will change to another.”
Su Youwan’s voice was exceptionally pleasant, like the flowing water of a clear spring.
“‘The lady wears robes of green, the lord is draped in plain silk. To see it is to be unable to use it; to use it is to be unable to see it.'”
‘This one isn’t normal either, is it?’
Lu Changyuan couldn’t help but feel that Su Youwan wasn’t helping him calm his mind at all. Instead, she was fanning the flames.