Chapter 73 Why did you choose him as your embrace?

As soon as the words were spoken, the person who asked the question spoke sincerely, but the scene fell into a deathly silence.

With Jiang Yuhuo's words, she had fulfilled Mo Sheng's request. The rest depended entirely on Jia Yue's will; whether it succeeded or not was entirely up to her.

She glanced at his face, unable to discern his emotions, and could only wait for his reply. Originally, she planned to plead with Jia Yue later; she was a person of her word, and would always fulfill her promises. But since he was here today, she did it in front of him, feeling she had done a good job. See? She never breaks her word.

Mo Sheng also raised his head at this moment, looking at Jia Yue with hopeful eyes, hoping that she would listen to Jiang Yuhuo's pleas and show him leniency.

But the usually cold-hearted Lady Jia Yue laughed at this moment. It was not a hearty laugh, nor a gentle laugh, but a sinister, chilling laugh. Mo Sheng even felt that he could read a trace of hatred in that laugh.

Jia Yue's lips curled up, a curve that should have been extremely beautiful on his face, but Jiang Yuhuo couldn't feel any beauty in it, and even felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

The person approached slowly, making no attempt to conceal their aura, allowing the cool fragrance of the Udumbara flower to envelop her entirely. They turned their head to look at the person in front of them, trying to discern a hint of embarrassment on her face.

How dare she? How dare she openly ask him to grant their wish?

Jiang Yuhuo felt that they were too close, and subconsciously took a step back.

Suddenly, Jia Yue grabbed her arm, stopping her from retreating.

Jiang Yuhuo asked the question on Mo Sheng's behalf, but he didn't even glance at the person on the ground. His sharp gaze was fixed on Jiang Yuhuo's face, which was almost in front of her. When he spoke, his breath was icy cold, "Beg me to let him return to Tianque, and then what?"

And then watch them continue their tussling and pulling at each other right under his nose?

Are you so eager to be with him?

Isn't one dual cultivation session enough? Do you want to go back to the Heavenly Palace to continue being intimate with him? If you want to be his long-term partner, do you want to... form a bond with him?

Jiang Yuhuo felt like she was being watched intently, like prey. His icy blue eyes were locked onto hers, as cold as a frozen lake. He seemed angry, but what was he angry about?

He gripped her arm tighter and tighter, and Jiang Yuhuo felt a sharp pain in her arm.

"Lord Jia Yue, please let go." Jiang Yuhu struggled but failed to break free, her brows furrowed, showing some displeasure.

Jia Yue's smile deepened, but his eyes and brows darkened. He loosened his grip, but did not let go.

She could engage in dual cultivation with others, but she didn't want him to touch her hand.

What exactly did she see in Mo Sheng? He didn't understand.

But don't expect him to grant your wish.

“He was expelled for violating the sect rules. Do you think Tianque punished him because of you? Do you think he will be fine as long as you forgive him?” Jia Yue spoke slowly, her cold and sharp gaze like a poisoned ice arrow. “Your forgiveness is completely worthless.”

Jiang Yuhuo chuckled, her dark eyes glancing sideways at the person before her, as if she were meeting him for the first time. She had expected Jia Yue wouldn't agree, but she hadn't expected him to humiliate her like this. But it didn't matter; she was only doing this for someone else anyway. Jiang Yuhuo used her other hand to grab the hand that was gripping her forearm, slowly prying the merman's cold hand off, and then ruthlessly throwing it away.

"what ever."

The two words, spoken softly, struck the mermaid's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him frozen in place.

Mo Sheng's face was ashen, and she knelt helplessly on the ground, her eyes vacant, as if she had suffered a huge blow.

Jiang Yuhuo squatted down beside him, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. "Mo Sheng, you've seen what I can do. There are many other good places in the world besides Tianque. Perhaps you should switch to another sect. With your talent, it won't be difficult for you to cultivate anywhere."

Jia Yue's deep gaze fell on her own hands, as if the warm, dry touch of her other hand was still lingering there.

She threw him aside, yet spoke kindly to others. Ha, other sects? Did she really want him to go to Kunlun? She wanted him to run far away, to live a carefree life with others where he couldn't see him…

Looking at the two people on the ground, the merman withdrew his hand, his slender fingers silently clenching behind the man's back.

Mo Sheng hadn't recovered from the blow and didn't react much to her words, only giving her a sad smile, her ashen eyes seeming to be moist.

Jiang Yuhuo wasn't good at comforting people and didn't know what else to say. At this moment, Ji Jun came over and gently hugged Mo Sheng, who then began to sob softly in Ji Jun's arms. Looking at the two supporting each other, Jiang Yuhuo suddenly felt gratified. Everyone has their own difficulties to overcome, and Mo Sheng was already luckier than many others because she still had Ji Jun by her side.

"In that case, I'll take my leave."

Jiang Yuhu said a hasty goodbye, but the two men, who were embracing each other, had no time to pay attention to her, so they got up and walked out.

But there was still one figure standing in the same spot.

"Isn't Lord Zongzi going back yet? It's almost dawn." Jiang Yuhuo didn't turn around, but looked up at the sky. The dark blue sky was already showing faint rays of dawn. She remembered that he seemed to have morning classes every day, and if he didn't go back now, he might miss them.

Jia Yue remained motionless, her gaze shifting from Jiang Yuhuo to the two people in front of the house, a hint of doubt flashing in her sharp blue eyes. She just left like that? Mo Sheng was being ambiguous with another woman right in front of her, and she didn't even seem to care.

So, does that mean she doesn't care about him that much?

Only when Jiang Yuhuo's voice came did Jia Yue turn her gaze away, leaving the two people behind the house behind her, and slowly follow her figure.

Jiang Yuhuo didn't see how Jia Yue arrived, but it must have been either by riding the wind or by using a sword. Since her arrival was sudden, her sword wasn't on her, and she didn't have enough spiritual power to ride the wind, so she had to trouble her friends again.

A point of light touched the silver bracelet on her wrist, and a black dot quickly appeared in the distant sky as an eagle flew towards her.

The silver snake noticed the unusual silver bracelet on her wrist and curiously approached it, wanting to bite it with its teeth. But as soon as it opened its mouth, Jiang Yuhu grabbed its head and warned it, "Don't bite."

While waiting for the eagle to arrive, Jiang Yuhuo stood in the open space and taught the little snake a lesson. The person who walked up from behind also saw the silver bracelet on her wrist. It was imbued with a power he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but take a second look.

The eagle landed in front of Jiang Yuhuo. She stood on it, about to urge it to fly to Xihua Palace, when Xiaoxi on her wrist peeked out from behind her. Its intention couldn't be clearer. Only then did she realize that she wasn't the only one returning to Xihua Palace. If she were alone, it wouldn't be a problem, but now that Xiaoxi was in her hand, it seemed inappropriate for her to leave with the spirit beast while abandoning its master.

So Jiang Yuhuo turned around and asked the distant figure, "Sir, would you like to come along?"

Jiang Yuhuo asked out of politeness, expecting Jia Yue to refuse or ignore her and leave on her own. She didn't think Jia Yue would condescend to ride with her, and the other party obviously hadn't expected her to invite him, so he paused.

Jiang Yuhu understood and was about to turn and leave when the white-robed, blue-haired merman silently stepped forward, standing close to her on the other side of the eagle's back. She heard his reply, "Alright."

They traveled in silence, with only the little stream occasionally peeking out from Jiang Yuhuo's sleeve for a curious glance before disappearing back into his sleeve. Fortunately, the eagle flew very fast, and it shouldn't take long to return to Xihua Palace.

Qingping meticulously combed Jiang Yuhuo's hair, holding it firmly in place. However, half of Jia Yue's hair was loose, strands fluttering in the wind, occasionally brushing against Jiang Yuhuo's neck and cheek, causing a ticklish sensation. Jiang Yuhuo brushed his hair aside for the fifth time, finally unable to bear it any longer and spoke up, "Your hair..."

Jia Yue wasn't angry. She simply swept her soft, gray-blue hair to one side, revealing her well-defined, smooth, and jade-like profile, which was exceptionally beautiful against the golden morning light that had just pierced through the clouds.

Don't you hate him?

A cool but abrupt voice came from beside him. Jiang Yuhuo looked at Jia Yue in confusion, just in time to see his profile. The other man was gazing at the glow of the sunset amidst the sea of ​​clouds, as if asking a casual question.

Jiang Yuhu was stunned for a moment by the mermaid's appearance, then realized that he was talking about Mo Sheng. She shook her head, "I don't hate him."

"Why don't you hate him? He almost ruined your eyes before." Jia Yue's tone suddenly became more serious.

Jiang Yuhuo was even more confused, not understanding why he cared about this, but after thinking for a moment, she still answered, "If I had to say I hate him, it would only have been when we were on the competition stage, not now." Her gaze swept across the face of this Tianque Sect member, "Besides, he has already been punished."

There was a hint of pitifulness in her tone, which the merman keenly noticed. She actually pitied him? Pityed a former rival? Just because they had fought once, she felt a sense of kinship with him? So, she chose to cultivate with him?

The breath he had finally managed to catch began to stagnate again. Jia Yue slowly exhaled, as if the pent-up emotions in his chest could be released. He recalled the scene of her abandoning the two of them and leaving the abandoned house. She showed no aversion to Mo Sheng and that female disciple's intimate behavior; she had no feelings for him, and must have only used him as a tool to improve her cultivation, nothing more.

But why choose him?

Jiang Yuhuo noticed that the person next to her seemed to have a heavier aura, and Jia Yue turned her head at that moment.

His icy blue eyes didn't look at her, but instead fell on the empty space behind her shoulder. His smooth, gray-blue hair fell from one side of his neck, revealing his handsome and otherworldly face to her.

Jiang Yuhuo vaguely recalled that she had once put his hair aside and braided it for him, which annoyed him a lot.

Jia Yue spoke softly, her breath cool and clear, “You may not know, but he is already a cripple whose cultivation has been completely wiped out. If you want to improve your cultivation by relying on him, you’ve probably chosen the wrong person.” Her gaze swept over Jiang Yuhuo’s face, and her deep voice carried a seductive undertone, “He is useless to you.”

But these words successfully startled Jiang Yuhuo.

She began to wonder where she had been exposed. When did he realize she was learning spiritual cultivation techniques from Mo Sheng? But that shouldn't be the case. He was outside; how could he know what they were doing inside?

Jiang Yuhuo didn't know what kind of supernatural powers Jia Yue possessed, but his tone wasn't one of inquiry, but rather a statement, clearly indicating that he was certain she was practicing with Mo Sheng.

Now that things had come to this, she had nothing left to hide. Since he wouldn't allow Mo Sheng to return to Tianque, Mo Sheng teaching her Tianque's spiritual cultivation hand seals wouldn't be considered a betrayal of the sect's rules. Although it was only one night, she had already learned a lot from Mo Sheng. Mo Sheng must have revealed everything in order to return to Tianque.

“I know, he told me that, but even though he has lost all his spiritual power now, it is still very useful to me.”

Her low, slightly husky voice, though gentle in tone, sounded incredibly grating to Jia Yue's ears. For the first time, he felt she was a cruel person. He tried to suppress the turmoil surging within him, but it was as if an inkstone had been overturned, the thick black ink flowing uncontrollably across the pristine white paper. Thus, even this aloof and detached person began to feel resentment and indignation.

The culprit who overturned the inkstone remained calm throughout, while Jia Yue gritted her teeth, glaring at her with some resentment. She had no feelings for Mo Sheng, and he didn't possess any cultivation techniques she could use; the answer to her desire to cultivate with him was obvious.

Enjoyed? Enjoyed? She really liked his body that much?

Jia Yue turned around, facing Jiang Yuhuo, so that she could see herself clearly.

The eagle's back is not as broad as the roc's; it can only accommodate two people standing at a time. With him leaning in like this, the distance between the two bodies is even closer, and their breaths intertwine.

"You..." Jiang Yuhuo had no way to retreat and wanted to let him pass a little. Before he could finish speaking, the eagle's wings tilted towards Jia Yue due to the airflow. Jiang Yuhuo immediately and instinctively grabbed his waist to prevent him from falling.

The incident happened so suddenly that she completely forgot he was the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Palace Sect, one of the most powerful cultivators in the immortal sect. Regardless of whether he would actually fall, even if he did, he could ride the wind and wouldn't die from the fall.

The scorching scent of incense wafted over him, and the merman was pulled into a warm embrace. The warmth and heat penetrated the thin Heavenly Robe and clung tightly to his cold body. He subconsciously took a deep breath.

But the next moment, the mountain wind shifted its direction, the eagle spread its wings, and Jiang Yuhuo immediately released him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The person in front of him seemed to be saying something, but he could no longer hear them. In the world where the sun was rising and shining brightly, only the deafening pounding of his heart remained in his chest.

Leaving the warm embrace that she longed for, the mountain breeze quickly dispersed the scent of incense, but it could not dispel the heat rising from the mermaid's ears.