Chapter 62 Chapter 62 "A look of overflowing passion."...

Jiu Zhao did not hide his desire to attend the Chanjuan Festival from everyone living in Hutian Zhenbaozhai.

On the second day, a Golden Immortal came to the door and volunteered, requesting to accompany Jiu Zhao.

This Golden Immortal Jiu Zhao was somewhat familiar to her. It was Zhu Fu who had impressed her the other day when she went to inspect the progress of the repairs at the Stairs to Heaven.

Zhu Fu bowed, her words and actions no longer as timid as when they first met. She said to herself, "Miss, last night I heard a lot of information about the Chanjuan Festival. If you want to win the competition in the night market, I would like to lend a hand."

Hearing this, Jiu Zhao raised his eyebrows: "You?"

She looked Zhu Fu up and down and said bluntly, "This is your first time in the human world, too. How can you be any better than my maid?"

Facing Jiu Zhao's questioning, Zhu Fu smiled mysteriously.

Then she took out a booklet from her lapel.

The booklet had obviously been prepared long ago, with six large characters written in a flamboyant style on the cover - "Arena Victory Manual".

Zhu Fu touched Jiu Zhao's hand like offering a treasure: "Miss, please take a look first."

Jiu Zhao looked at her suspiciously, lowered his head and casually turned a page.

You wouldn't know it until you see it. The contents recorded in the booklet are indeed very detailed. There are introductions to the various competitions in the arena, solutions to game levels, and shortcuts to victory. Zhu Fu even added pictures to accompany the text.

But it was obvious that she was not good at painting. The picture was crooked and compared with the beautiful handwriting, it was quite unsightly.

Jiu Zhao flipped through several pages.

I always feel that this way of collecting information is very familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere, but I can't remember where it is.

She doesn't mind others' overt flattery, but she cares more about whether the flattery methods are original and how attentive they are.

Zhu Fu did both of these things well.

It just so happened that she had her own plans for the trip that day, and Zhu Yingjiangyu lacked a leader—

Closing the book, Jiu Zhao readily agreed, "You will go with me then."

…

The Chanjuan Festival is coming soon.

Jiu Zhao's mind was also completely focused on Zhu Yan - however, to her surprise, the young man who had acted very busy that day when he rejected her, did not go out the entire day when the day came.

In the past, if he had free time, he would go downstairs to help the two stationed immortal officials to attract business.

This time, he broke his old habit and locked himself in his room without making any noise. If he hadn't opened the window for some fresh air that afternoon and heard the sound of guqin music coming from the second-floor room, Jiu Zhao would have thought he had slipped away without her noticing.

The sound of the piano is leisurely and the artistic conception is profound.

Jiu Zhao's heart couldn't help but become restless.

She originally wanted to wait for Zhu Yan to go out and follow him invisibly to see what was going on.

He made excuses that he had something to do but didn't go out. He was either lying to himself or waiting for night to come.

Whether it is a lie or not, we will know once today is over.

But assuming it's the latter, why would we have to take action at night when it's dark and windy?

Stealing? Stargazing?

——I shouldn’t be going to the East Night Market to set up a stall and sell things.

Jiu Zhao's mind was filled with inappropriate and somewhat darkly humorous thoughts.

In fact, Zhu Yan is not a good liar.

Recalling the past few days together, Jiu Zhao discovered that whenever his mood was fluctuating, he would often make the small movement of trembling eyelashes.

A few days ago, when she pressed her to ask what exactly happened on the Chanjuan Festival, her fan-like long eyelashes trembled unconsciously several times.

Secrets cannot be told, and being asked would make one nervous. Combined with the nature of the Chanjuan Festival and its special timing—

Jiu Zhao always felt that he was going to meet someone to celebrate the festival.

The Chanjuan Festival can be celebrated with family and parents, or with friends and lovers. Zhu Yan's relatives are all in the northern border, so the only two options left are friends and lovers. After all, gods should have less involvement with mortals, and friends and lovers are not the relationship they should have.

There is one more decisive point.

Ordinary gods cannot come down to the mortal world at will, so Zhu Yan can only choose between meeting humans and demons.

For both of these, being caught in the former case is a crime, and being caught in the latter case is adding insult to injury.

Jiu Zhao naturally thought that he cared about who Zhu Yan was meeting in order to prevent him from going astray.

Going deeper, her evil thoughts were that having something to hold against her was a quick way to strengthen their relationship. If she really saw something, she wouldn't punish Zhu Yan for it, but by holding his weakness hostage, she wouldn't have to worry about him betraying her when she used him in the future.

The sun sets in the west accompanied by the sound of the piano.

When Jiu Zhao was having dinner, he finally heard the sound of the door opening and closing from the second floor.

Zhu Yan was chatting with the passing Jin Xian, and replied that he had something to go out for in the evening.

Here it comes.

Sure enough, he was waiting for the night to come!

Jiu Zhao was delighted to see that his guess was correct.

She quickly finished the last mouthful of soup in the bowl, pushed the table aside and stood up.

Jiangyu, who was clearing away the dishes, couldn't help but wonder, "Miss, do you want to go to the night market now? It's still early. I heard from Miss Zhufu that the market won't open until around 12:00 PM. Why don't you wait a while? I'll bring the dishes downstairs and ask the master to accompany you to take a look."

Jiu Zhao insisted on creating the illusion of participating in the Chanjuan Festival Night Market just to lower Zhu Yan's vigilance.

I had no intention of going with Zhu Yingjiangyu and the others.

She trotted to the door and put on her shoes. "I suddenly remembered something I forgot to do. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Wait until the night market opens. You and Zhu Yingzhufu and the others can go first. You don't have to wait for me. Remember, you must win that lantern back for me."

"Hey, miss—"

Jiu Zhao ignored Jiangyu's call like the wind passing by his ears.

The moment Zhu Ying led Zhu Fu in from downstairs through a wooden door, she disappeared from their sight.

…

Zhu Yan indeed has a secret.

He walked out of Zhenbaozhai a few steps invisibly, following the young man's scent.

Jiu Zhao suddenly saw him perform teleportation, and after a flash of light, he disappeared without a trace.

Faced with the emergency, Jiu Zhao relied on his higher immortal rank than Zhu Yan and his cultivation in the mortal world was much higher than his, so he went to his room on the second floor and used his robe, which was draped on the chair in the room and gathered his aura, to perform the Hundred Miles Tracking Technique.

The immortal power dissipated into light spots and spread silently in the city.

They formed a starry sky-like scene in Jiuzhao's mind, passing through the crowd, through the walls, and through all concrete things.

Finally, they gathered in a forest cave dozens of miles away from Kyoto.

Jiu Zhao couldn't help but feel incredible that the destination would be in such a place.

She was about to chase after him, but saw the setting sun shining in through the window that was not closed tightly, shining on the chair in front of the room and the long table where he often put his piano - the piano was put away, and a notebook with a blank cover and an exquisite rectangular wooden box were placed on it.

Jiu Zhao had been to Zhu Yan's room several times and had never seen these two things.

Is it for the person you are meeting?

Now that she knew Zhu Yan's location, she was not in a hurry. Many guesses surged in her mind, and she reached out for the notebook and the wooden box.

Inside the wooden box was a bottle of glass fragrance that exuded a refreshing aroma.

Jiu Zhao was familiar with this scent; it was the rose scent he had always loved. It was obvious that it was not something a man would use.

There were only a few words. When he turned to the end of the notes he had written since arriving in Yunsheng World, he only saw a line of wet ink:

I really want to know if she will like it?

The sentence is incoherent, and the "she" has no other reference except that it refers to a woman.

What cannot be ignored is the strong expectation and anxiety contained between the lines.

The embarrassed face of a man in love emerged through Jiuzhao's mind.

This is... How impatient can one be that one even forgets to bring the gift that one intended to give to the other person?

Jiu Zhao was speechless for a moment.

In an instant, I became more determined in my thoughts.

It seems that Zhu Yan is not dating a friend, but a lover.

…

After Zhu Yan entered the cave, he never came out again.

The Hundred Miles Tracking Technique worked diligently, pointing Jiu Zhao towards the path to approach the opponent.

After breaking several fallen pine branches under his feet, Jiu Zhao arrived in front of the cave where Zhu Yan was hiding. He thought for a moment: If he came across something he shouldn't see, should he keep the evidence and leave in stealth, or appear in front of them and "catch them in adultery" directly?

Jiu Zhao took a deep breath.

Stepped in.

The cave's tunnel showed signs of artificial widening and reinforcement, but it wasn't spacious. It twisted and deep, barely wide enough for one person. Sticky, green moss grew everywhere, and the wind blew a damp, slightly fishy smell, giving Jiu Zhao the illusion of wandering through the intestines of a wild animal.

This doesn't look like a good place for a date.

Killing someone and dumping the body here would be a perfect burial place.

In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Jiu Zhao did not cast a spell to generate light. Instead, he attached his magical power to his pupils, allowing him to see clearly even in the dark.

After walking for about an incense stick's time, Jiu Zhao found that the cave was much larger than she had imagined.

Thanks to the positioning technology of Baili Tracking Technique, she didn't get lost in the winding roads deep in the forest.

As we approached the end, we could hear a faint light that symbolized a golden spell.

As I got closer, I saw that it was a defensive barrier that blocked the entire cave entrance like a spider web.

Through the translucent barrier, Jiu Zhao finally found Zhu Yan, whom she had been planning for for several days.

However, except Zhu Yan.

There is nothing in the cave.

There was no handsome lover as she had imagined, nor was there the moonlit night as she had imagined.

Zhu Yan faced her, lying on his side on the narrow platform connected to the stone wall.

The cheekbones beneath his eyelids were pink, and the center of his lips was an abnormally deep red. His entire body curled up like a cooked shrimp, his green crown falling to the ground, his hair cascading over his shoulders, and his low, broken hum. What caught Jiu Zhao's attention most were the furry fox ears on his head and the seven tails swaying behind him.

After staring wide-eyed and with a blank mind for a long time.

The first thought that came to Jiu Zhao's mind was:

He is Nanabi, and he is indeed much stronger than that useless Meng Chu.

The second thought came immediately afterwards:

Is this this this this this reasonable?

Why was he the only one there, yet he looked as if he was completely aroused?!