Chapter 193 He didn't owe money, he owed a debt of gratitude.

The next day, when Shen Yuepo woke up, the sun was already high in the sky outside the window.

She groggily reached for her phone and saw that it was already noon.

The lingering soreness in my waist and legs silently reminded me of the intensity of last night's events.

Her cheeks felt slightly hot, and she was also incredibly relieved that she had arranged to meet Lu Jin in the afternoon.

She turned her head and saw Feng Jin sitting on the sofa by the window in the room, his long legs crossed, in a lazy posture.

Hearing her wake up, Feng Jin immediately looked up and put away his phone. "Awake?"

He got up and walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and naturally reached out to tidy the slightly messy strands of hair near her cheek before slowly adding:

“Someone called ‘Cheap Senior Brother’ called you just now, and it rang several times. I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I hung up for you so as not to wake you up.”

Shen Yuepo sat up, rubbed her still sleepy eyes, and called back immediately.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Lin Yanxin's signature high-pitched voice immediately boomed through the receiver:

"Little Moon! Why did you give my number to Meng Guichen?!"

"And why did you hang up on me just now?!" The voice was full of accusation.

Shen Yuepo expressionlessly moved her phone a little further away.

Once the wave subsided, he brought the phone back to his ear, his tone calm: "It's just a phone number, why are you so agitated?"

She paused, then asked with a hint of cold sarcasm, "What? You owe her money?"

Lin Yanxin was momentarily speechless, and there was an eerie silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

In that brief silence, a gentle, smiling voice broke through clearly; it was Zhang Qingyuan: "Fellow Daoist Shen, you don't know, he doesn't owe money..."

Zhang Qingyuan spoke rapidly, seemingly wanting to finish before Lin Yanxin could stop him: "It was about love! That day, when that woman came to the Taoist temple, there was a sound coming from Fellow Daoist Lin's room..."

"Shut up! Zhang Qingyuan, shut up!" Lin Yanxin's roar and a sound like someone struggling to cover their mouth immediately drowned out Zhang Qingyuan's voice.

There was a commotion on the other end of the phone, and after a while, Lin Yanxin's voice, which she tried to keep calm, came through again:

"Ahem! Um... Moon, I mean, you should go back to the temple when you have time. Li Yao's soul has recovered."

“Once her soul is healed, why don’t you just send her into reincarnation?” Lin Yanxin could handle this kind of thing perfectly well.

"Hey, I told you to come back, so come back! Stop with all the nonsense!" Lin Yanxin clearly didn't want to talk much on the phone, her tone a little impatient.

"That's it, I'm hanging up!" After saying that, without waiting for Shen Yuepo's reply, the phone went dead.

Shen Yuepo: "..."

Lin Yanxin is acting strangely; why is she insisting that she go back...?

As she was pondering, Feng Jin slowly leaned closer, his chin almost resting on her shoulder, his hot breath spraying onto her sensitive neck.

"Xiao Yizhou calls you Moon Soul..."

His deep voice carried a hint of nonchalance, yet held a hidden meaning, "Your cheap senior brother calls you Little Moon..."

He paused, turned his head, his warm lips almost touching her earlobe, his voice captivatingly magnetic, "...So what should I call you?"

Shen Yuepo was startled by his sudden intimacy and questions, her body stiffened, and her ears began to burn.

Before she could answer, Feng Jin began listing things in her ear in a seductive voice:

"girlfriend?"

"Wife?"

"Po'er?"

"Moon?"

Every address he uttered carried a different meaning and a burning heat, causing Shen Yuepo's heart to race uncontrollably and the temperature of her cheeks to rise steadily.

"Shut up!"

Shen Yuepo finally lost her temper, turned sharply to the side, and covered his thin lips, which were still wandering in thought.

Her fingertips touched his slightly cool lips, and as if burned, she quickly withdrew her hand.

However, just as his hand was halfway back, it was grabbed by a large hand.

Feng Jin held her wrist, lowered his head, and gently bit her soft palm.

A tingling, itchy sensation spread through him, and Shen Yuepo let out a low groan, trying to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.

Feng Jin raised his head, his smile deepening. "Which one do you like?"

His gaze was intense, as if he wouldn't give up until she gave him a satisfactory answer.

An ambiguous and tense atmosphere filled the air, as if it could ignite at any moment.

Shen Yuepo felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, her heart pounding like a drum.

She forcefully pulled her hand back, threw off the covers, and jumped out of bed.

She practically fled to the bathroom, leaving behind only a humiliating and indignant remark: "...Whatever, I'm going to wash up!"

Watching her figure disappear behind the bathroom door, Feng Jin leaned against the headboard and chuckled softly.

At 3 p.m., Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin appeared at the entrance of Lu Jin's villa.

Shen Yuepo rang the doorbell.

The door was quickly opened, and Lu Jin appeared in the doorway with huge dark circles under his eyes.

Seeing Shen Yuepo was like seeing a savior: "Master Shen, you are... uh?"

He stopped mid-sentence when his gaze fell on Feng Jin beside Shen Yuepo.

Feng Jin simply stood there casually, his gaze sweeping lightly over Lu Jin. The invisible pressure from him made Lu Jin feel breathless, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Mr. Feng is here too..." Lu Jin greeted with a forced laugh.

Feng Jin nodded slightly as a greeting, but his gaze bypassed Lu Jin and landed directly in a certain direction of the villa.

"Where is that sword?" Shen Yuepo asked directly. She didn't sense any particularly strong evil energy, but Lu Jin's bad luck was real.

"It's in the study, I'll take you there right away!" Lu Jin quickly stepped aside to let the two in, and carefully closed the door.

Lu Jin's study was spacious and bright, and luxuriously decorated, but it looked somewhat messy at the moment, as if the owner hadn't been in the mood to take care of it lately.

He led Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin to the desk and carefully pointed to a rectangular tray covered with black velvet on the table.

On the tray, a short sword lay quietly.

The sword is about 1.2 feet long, and the scabbard is made of neither gold nor iron, with a surface that flows with light spots that look like stardust.

This sword, just by looking at its appearance, is clearly no ordinary item.

“This is it.” Lu Jin pointed to the short sword and said with lingering fear, “I haven’t had a single peaceful day since it came into the house.”

Shen Yuepo stepped forward, but did not touch it immediately. Instead, he focused his mind on sensing it.

Her eyes scanned intently over the sword and scabbard, but her brows furrowed slightly.

strangeness.

She didn't sense any evil, resentment, or curse from the sword.

On the contrary... there is a sense of closeness, as if we share a common origin?

The feeling was so subtle that it would have been almost impossible to detect if she hadn't had such keen senses.

"How is it, Master Shen? Isn't it very strange?" Lu Jin asked nervously.

Shen Yuepo did not answer. She reached out her hand and her fingertips slowly brushed against the scabbard.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, and there is nothing unusual about it.

She gently grasped the hilt and slowly drew the short sword from its sheath.

"Clang!"

A clear, melodious sword cry rang out.

The sword was fully exposed, its dark silver luster flowing like a living thing, and the blood-like dark patterns seemed to light up for a moment as well.

Just as Shen Yuepo was intently examining the sword, Feng Jin, who had been silently observing, suddenly spoke, his voice low and deep: "Drip your blood onto it."