Chapter 124 We didn't kiss well enough, I want more...

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Hmm... Yin and Yang, harmony, ah.

After Taiyi Zhenren finished speaking, his gaze, which had been shifting, inadvertently returned to Chaojue.

The two talked, completely ignoring Pingyu's reaction in Nezha's arms.

She had a fever, but she didn't die from it.

Despite her splitting headache, Pingyu remained conscious thanks to Nezha's "icy" treatment. Upon hearing that the solution involved going to a brothel with Nezha, she nearly jumped up in fright.

Taiyi Zhenren, you are disrespectful to your elders!

She tried to open her eyes to protest, but her eyelids were too heavy, trembling constantly. In her drowsy state, Pingyu seemed to feel Nezha glancing down at her. The boy didn't react much to his master's suggestion; he reached out and closed Pingyu's eyes, as if to reassure her. Taiyi then heard his beloved disciple answer, "Master, what is the second method?"

The Golden Light Cave houses a vast collection of books, and Nezha, during his years of seclusion on Qianyuan Mountain, had practically read through all the documents in the library. It's well known that there are countless methods of cultivation in the world; one must understand the true nature of things to sever emotions, and acting in accordance with desires is a natural principle. There are even records of Daoist partners ascending to immortality together. Nezha understands the balance of Yin and Yang, possessing abundant theoretical knowledge. His disciple is naturally intelligent, and Taiyi naturally didn't believe he hadn't understood the implied meaning in his words. Seeing Nezha's stern face, like a little antique, Taiyi wanted nothing more than to poke Nezha's head and call him a fool.

You blockhead, you idiot!

What's wrong with couples doing intimate things? We finally managed to get him out from under Lu Ya's nose, and you failed to seize the opportunity!

The real man was furious, but he had to maintain his composure. His eyes were full of regret, showing a hint of disappointment at having no show to watch.

"Take her to the ancient glacier and into the snow pool in the secret realm to soak."

He still dutifully explained the solution in detail: "However, the thousand-year-old ice mountain is quite a distance from here, and it takes three days to travel there and back. You have military duties to attend to, so you need to ask your Uncle Ziya for leave before you can go."

"Thank you, Master. I will go find my Uncle-Master right away."

Nezha picked Pingyu up horizontally, and with his Qiankun Ring, he lifted the curtain and walked outside.

He left decisively, leaving Taiyi Zhenren to perform a set of air punches on the spot.

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Pingyu and Lu Ya not only broke the Blazing Flame Formation unharmed, but also cleverly disrupted the enemy camp's morale. Faced with such meritorious ministers, Jiang Ziya had no reason to stop Nezha. He instructed him to be careful and then let Nezha take leave.

As Master Taiyi said, the Thousand-Year Snow Mountain is extremely far from here. Even with the Wind-Fire Wheels and magic to shrink the earth to an inch, it would still take a day and a half to reach it.

Nezha's body, neither dead nor alive, was like a block of ice. Pingyu used it like a fever reducer, wanting nothing more than to stick her entire body to it. Yet, the thought that Nezha was a lotus root still lingered in her mind, and she murmured softly, "Nezha..."

"What is it?"

The boy asked softly, as the Wind and Fire Wheels brought him to a stop in mid-air.

Pingyu, nestled in her arms like a cat, spoke even softer: "Do you want to get away from me?"

"Why?" Nezha asked, feeling wronged.

She clearly didn't accept her master's suggestion, so why is she angry?

Before the answer came out of Pingyu's mouth, there was a swallowing sound.

She said, "Fried lotus root slices..."

So you weren't angry, you were just craving something.

Pingyu was afraid that the intense heat emanating from his body would cook Nezha's body. If Nezha's body were truly edible, Pingyu imagined he would be a refreshing and crisp lotus root!

Nezha found it both amusing and exasperating. He adjusted his arm to make her more comfortable and said, "Go to the inn and have them cook for you."

Inn? What kind of inn?

Pingyu was still confused and drifted off to sleep again.

Nezha, with his keen eyesight, soon found a town and landed there. It appeared to be quite large and prosperous. For immortals, appearances could be changed at any time. Since Nezha wanted to keep his face to deceive Pingyu, he only changed his clothes. He removed his armor and became a handsome young man dressed in light red. Thinking back, the last time they stayed at an inn was in Cihangwu, where, due to a lack of spare rooms, they had to squeeze into that dilapidated room.

As she landed, Pingyu woke up again. Looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings, she saw people passing by all staring in her direction. Becoming a little more alert, she struggled to ask, "Should I get down?"

Nezha retorted, "Can you?"

Pingyu disliked being watched, so Nezha didn't refuse. Seeing the girl nod, he carefully placed her on the ground. Nezha reached out to take her hand, but Pingyu was a little embarrassed. Their hands touched briefly and then separated, like two drops of honey trying to blend. The back-and-forth touching was like a game, until finally Nezha caught Pingyu, and their fingers intertwined.

Whether mortal or immortal, everyone is the same when they enter the marketplace. The troubles of growing up become much greater, and the things to worry about become more numerous and complicated. Since leaving Chen Tang Pass, they haven't had such a carefree time. He cherished the days when he ran the all-purpose shop with Ping Yu. After helping people catch demons and exorcise ghosts, even if his face was sour, the villagers would still give him fruit.

Therefore, Nezha also had his own selfish reasons for coming to this town to rest.

The vendors on both sides were bustling with activity, and the couple held hands in silence. Passing by the lively street vendors, Nezha suddenly asked, "What do lovers do when they're together where you're from?"

When suddenly asked, Pingyu couldn't think of an answer.

She racked her brains for a moment, then said, "Like this."

"Now?"

They were just walking, hand in hand, like two fish moving forward in the crowd.

"I'm not sure either, because I haven't tried it."

Pingyu thought about all those random tutorials online and told him, "Let's take walks together, eat together, watch the sunset together, travel the world, and buy whatever we want together..."

Nezha listened quietly to her finish speaking, then asked, "Am I your number one?"

"Of course!"

Ping Yu raised his voice a bit and glared at him: "You're not only number one, you're being forced into this position!"

She likes Nezha, a feeling hidden in soft cotton, which still feels somewhat unrealistic now.

She heard Nezha chuckle softly, and initially wanted to feign anger. But Nezha's smile was so beautiful, like a firework you could hold in your hand on a winter's day. Pingyu pursed her lips, then suddenly released Nezha's hand and cupped his face in her palms.

She watched as that beautiful face changed expression in her hands, Nezha's joy turning into surprise, not understanding why her lover would make such a move: "What's wrong?"

Pingyu's face was flushed, and his body radiated heat like the smell of alcohol. The high temperature scalded the lotus flower, and the lotus root itself became warm. Nezha felt as if he had come back to life through Pingyu's vitality. Pingyu couldn't help but smile at him, his eyes burning with desire: "That's exactly what I wanted to do."

Nezha, always one to push his luck, upon hearing that he was "number one," assumed he would be "the only one." Since Pingyu had troubled him by cupping his face, he felt he had to reciprocate. He pressed his hand against Pingyu's, slowly pulling him closer by the neck.

This time, Lu Ya was gone, and there were no one else to interfere.

The boy's cat-like eyes shimmered, gazing flirtatiously into hers. His gaze traveled from her drooping eyelashes to her lips, flushed red with fever. Nezha's breath was so close, so cold, like a spider spinning long silk, ensnaring Pingyu. Pingyu watched as he gripped her wrist, pulling it upwards slightly. He turned his face, his lips pressing against the girl's skin, a pleading kiss on her pale blue veins.

"Pingyu, I want to kiss you."

His demand was so obvious that Pingyu was caught off guard. She looked around helplessly, trying to refuse him: "Nezha, we're outside..."

Nezha asked, "Is it okay to stay at the inn?"

Pingyu was stumped by the question: "Is...is it really possible?"

Nezha moved even closer, surpassing the distance between them. The fire poison eroded Pinghe's eight extraordinary meridians; the blockages in her mortal meridians collapsed due to the high temperature within her flesh and bones, as if every drop of blood in her body was boiling. She was terribly hot, her mouth dry. Yet even so, she couldn't tell whether she was trembling from the pain or moved by Nezha's closeness.

Pingyu's heart was pounding like a drum. Nezha said, "But you're trembling. Are you feeling unwell?"

Taiyi Zhenren asked him to choose the first option, but he didn't because he didn't want to make a decision while Pingyu was unconscious. Sexual desire between men and women is a natural thing, and since Pingyu was awake, Nezha would want it.

A hungry hyena might not need meat, but it should at least be given some broth. He spoke of himself as if he were a medicinal ingredient, seemingly without any ulterior motives. Pingyu, however, sensed a strong, intense desire emanating from him, making her both nervous and expectant, so subtle that it made her throat tighten and she felt like gagging. She dared not nod, and could only close her eyes and lean closer.

This means it's allowed, right?

He stroked Pingyu's back, touching her bones that were slightly protruding due to her thinness. Pingyu's eyes were closed, and she heard the boy's voice faintly in her ear: "I won't let anyone see."

The next second, the red silk enveloped them.

The magic ribbon concealed them, leaving only two silhouettes close together. In the darkness, Pingyu felt her lips being bitten. Nezha, like a child trying candy, gently held her in his mouth.

The first kiss was fleeting.

As they parted, Pingyu suddenly opened her eyes, seeing Nezha's unconcealed shyness. The boy, bathed in the glow of the sunset, shielded his face with the back of his hand. He had been so captivated by Pingyu's soft lips that he had lost his senses, feeling both inexperienced and bewildered, afraid that if he pressed any harder, she would break.

Pingyu was also at a loss, and hurriedly left his embrace. They returned to walking side by side, holding hands and looking in opposite directions.

After a long while, a voice came from beside Pingyu: "Back to the inn..."

She didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"When we get back to the inn, can we try again when no one's around?" Nezha, having tasted the sweetness, pinched her fingertips: "We didn't kiss properly just now, I want more."

Author's Note: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Couples, give each other a kiss!