Chapter 126 Growing Pains: Senior Sister, stop squeezing and manipulating Junior Sister! ...
The restlessness that had subsided because of her presence resurfaced in my heart.
The initial fierce momentum was interrupted by Qiao Yanshen's soft hum when the sharp teeth were embedded a little, and in the end it just bit lightly.
bluff.
Her nose brushed against her long hair, and she caught a whiff of the delicate fragrance once more. Shen Lixia knew her limits; once the most agonizing pain subsided, she stopped biting and simply nestled in her arms, letting Qiao Yanshen's hands gently caress her hair.
"Does it not hurt anymore?" Qiao Yanshen asked, tilting his head slightly and looking down at his shoulder.
The scattered bite marks made it seem as if she really had a cat. The cat knew that people made sounds of pain, and she knew it too.
As Qiao Yanshen ran his hand up her back, he remembered that she had said this area was uncomfortable. He pressed and kneaded it a little, and there was indeed a hot sensation that shot up his fingertips. It seemed to be swollen. The taut skin felt exceptionally smooth to the touch, as if something inside was trying to stretch it open.
The protrusion isn't very noticeable, otherwise it would be quite alarming.
Shen Lixia remained silent for a long time until Qiao Yanshen's lips gently brushed against her ear, at which point she trembled and whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore." The lingering soreness had eased considerably after being skillfully massaged by his fingertips, leaving only her excessively high body temperature.
But in winter, this temperature was just right, like embracing a ray of warm sunshine, dispelling the chill. She tried to sit up and leave his embrace, but froze at the sudden coolness on her waist and abdomen.
Suddenly, her vision blurred, her black hair fell down, and all she could see was Qiao Yanshen's smiling face. The hand on her shoulder gently pulled her down to lie down.
"Senior Sister...?"
The soft bedding was filled with the scent of her senior sister. Having just gone through that ordeal, Shen Lixia was quite sensitive to smells; her mind was still in a state of confusion, but her body had already relaxed.
Her reaction did not escape Qiao Yanshen's hand, which was lightly resting on her waist and abdomen. Feeling the rise and fall, the young man smiled slightly and said, "You still bit me hard, so you have to be punished."
She placed her palm on the boy's abdomen; perhaps because he always ate too much, or perhaps because he lacked exercise, it was unexpectedly soft to the touch. Qiao Yan gently rubbed it, feeling a warm sensation all over his body.
Her gaze drifted upwards, only to be met with a pair of tender eyes. As their eyes flickered, Shen Lixia didn't stop her; she simply bit her lower lip and closed her eyes.
"Please hurry, Senior Sister..."
After she finished speaking, her face flushed crimson.
I love her eyes right now.
Unlike her usual composed demeanor, her upturned eyes were no longer sharp, softening like willow leaves, losing their domineering air. I've seen Shen Lixia's fierce and serious side before, but only now does she reveal this expression to me.
The more he looked like this, the more wicked he became. Just moments ago he had said that the bamboo cane was useless, but now Qiao Yanshen had the urge to take it out.
—A light tap is all it takes to elicit the desired reaction from her. Even skin that isn't usually exposed to the sun will show faint red marks.
However, it was still a bit too much for my junior sister.
The sky was bright outside, and the rise and fall of her waist and abdomen were clearly visible with each breath.
As she moved her hand up an inch, she heard Shen Lixia whimper, as if waiting anxiously, yet unable to resist nuzzling against her, yearning for any intimate contact, already melting into a pool of scorching hot water.
That was enough. Qiao Yanshen lowered his eyelashes, leaned down, and gently kissed the boy's soft belly before standing up and withdrawing his hand.
"I was originally going to spank your palm, but I've changed my mind," she said with a smile. "Alright, that's all."
Having received permission, Shen Lixia opened her eyes, realizing that the other party had already suppressed their evil intentions. Still somewhat dazed, she paused for a moment before raising her hand to cover her face, tears welling in her eyes melting at her fingertips and seeping out.
"Senior sister..." She couldn't say anything more. She was clearly about to rebuke her, but all she felt in her heart was the affection she felt for her touch.
After muttering a couple of meaningless words in frustration, and not hearing Qiao Yanshen's voice for a while, Shen Lixia put her hand down again and quietly raised her eyes.
But what she saw caught her eye was the other person's gentle and tender gaze, making her feel so embarrassed by the smile in it that she wanted to disappear.
Qiao Yanshen reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, saying softly, "Crybaby." Then he kissed the corner of her lips.
She cries too easily.
They are also very easy to coax.
After tidying up the scattered clothes, Qiao Yanshen was not relieved that Shen Lixia said she was no longer in pain. He immediately took her to find the sect's medical practitioners.
He pulled his clothes back together, and as the cold wind blew, he remembered the bite mark on his shoulder. Qiao Yanshen stopped his spiritual power, not letting the skin heal, intentionally leaving it for a while.
The apprentice on duty at the Medical Pavilion examined Shen Lixia's spiritual veins and then looked at the subtle contours of her back. He hesitated, saying, "Her spiritual veins are fine, her physique is normal, but this area on her back..."
When divine sense probed in, the situation was unclear, as if there was too much stagnation of spiritual energy.
"It's probably due to improper cultivation, causing a blockage in spiritual energy, which in turn led to blood stasis," the young man concluded. "You two are quite close, aren't you?"
Shen Lixia nodded subconsciously.
The healer turned to Qiao Yanshen, "Just guide her a bit more and let the spiritual energy dissipate naturally. As for the blood stasis, just massage it a bit more, there's no need to prescribe any medicine."
Hearing wasn't a serious problem, so Qiao Yanshen thanked her, paid her with spirit stones, and then left with Shen Lixia. Many medical students at the Medicine Pavilion recognized the two, and their eyes lit up when they saw them holding hands tightly.
The romantic affairs among fellow disciples are far more interesting than any "Herbal Compendium" or "Acupuncture Methods".
Shen Lixia naturally noticed their gazes, blinked, and suddenly let go, slipping her fingers between Qiao Yanshen's fingers to interlock them.
Worried that her senior sister might dislike it, she only held on gently, making it easy to separate with a slight struggle. After doing so, the boy raised his head, smiled at the gazes directed at him, a hint of smugness in his eyes.
However, a sudden force immobilized her hand—Qiao Yanshen had tightened his grip on her fingers.
In winter, her hands are always very cold. The chill creeps up between her tightly pressed fingers, only to be melted away by warmth, bringing a sense of contentment that makes one sigh.
A warm current surged between their intertwined fingers, spreading out little by little. The familiar spiritual energy intimately wrapped around them, instantly dispelling all the chill and leaving only the warmth of being next to a charcoal fire, almost making Qiao Yanshen's cheeks blush slightly.
She glanced at Shen Lixia, knowing that the boy was warming her hands, and smiled slightly.
"Junior sister is so thoughtful."
He received a smile from the other party that could only be described as silly, but it was dazzling.
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Even if the entire sect is covered by the protective formation, it is still a formation.
Since it's a formation technique, there must be a key point within it. Brute force can easily alert the enemy, but tampering with it is not difficult.
This formation is an interweaving of several array techniques, used to detect demons, guard against evildoers, gather spiritual energy, and protect all living beings.
The most crucial defensive formation of the sect is as solid as a rock.
The first key point of the array, the Demon-Detecting Array, is located on Zhu Ming Peak. The four peaks, with the main peak as the center, each represent one of the four cardinal directions and deities.
Zhu Mingfeng is symbolized by the Vermilion Bird. Divine fire burns away all evil in the world and crushes all injustice. The Demon-Detecting Array is based on fire and can immediately kill demons when they are identified.
On this hot and dry mountain peak, a figure carefully circled the dark red rocks, observing the surroundings closely.
Wu Zhuyue hadn't expected that, as the peak master's personal disciple, she would have to act so furtively. But she had no reason to ask Yi Xiaohan, nor should she be wandering around during her seclusion before the competition. Si Liuhua replied faster than she expected, sending a letter several days ago.
She actually hoped the letter could be intercepted and its contents could be seen. That way, she wouldn't have to keep doing this, even if she were considered a traitor, expelled from the sect—or even killed—it would be better than her current predicament of making choices she had no other option to make.
However, it is a common practice in the cultivation world that messengers should not be attacked except in special circumstances. As a place of upright conduct, Taihui would naturally be even less likely to have its messengers intercepted.
Several days after the letter arrived, she had been unable to sleep for several nights. Now, she was in a daze, her eyes bloodshot and no longer as clear as before.
It turns out that once a person has a secret, once they want to hurt others, once they deceive, they can never go back to the past, and can never continue to be an innocent and naive teenager.
Master said that the core of the first demon-detecting array is inside Zhu Mingfeng.
She had been searching for two days; even if she searched slowly, she would find it eventually. Inside the rock, in a cave filled with heat, at the end of the dark sand, flowed flames, and within the flames, a spell faintly appeared, floating above an ever-burning lamp.
Behind the eternal lamp, the scorching liquid continuously washes over it, revealing the huge totem carved on the upper side: a giant bird with its brightly colored wings spread, surrounded by a group of devout ancient people who worship in worship, and all the birds bowing their heads in submission.
As she gazed at the totem that shimmered with a faint golden light, she felt a pang of unease for some reason.
The dry air, like grains of salt, brushed against her face, bringing a stinging pain. The boy took a deep breath and walked forward, closing his eyes as he did so. The peak master imprinted his divine sense mark onto the disciple's token, granting her the right to move freely on the peak, thus the flames retreated on their own, showing no intention of harming her.
When she opened her eyes again, Wu Zhuyue's hands were no longer trembling. Her vision blurred for a moment, then she became completely still, devoid of any emotion, no longer the anxious young man she had been a moment before.
Wu Zhuyue walked to the ever-burning lamp, his spiritual energy forming threads that flowed into the array's core.
Gradually, the once vibrant runes faded, losing most of their color and becoming dull. The young man made a hand seal and whispered a phrase, and the runes, which were on the verge of shattering, returned to their previous state.
Even after leaving the cave and Zhu Mingfeng, Wu Zhuyue remained somewhat dazed. She staggered, her steps unsteady, her face pale, and she leaned on the surrounding trees as she walked slowly.
I remember the smiles of my senior classmates.
I recall the phrase, "May Junior Sister Wu be safe and happy."
Lu Changqing's words came back to mind.
I like you.
Wu Zhuyue paused, her fingers already resting on the jade pendant hanging around her neck. A sudden impulse surged within her; she wanted to grab the pendant, break the red string, and throw it away—anywhere would do, as long as it never appeared before her again, as long as it never returned.
In this way, all ties are severed, and there is no need to worry about each other anymore.
She clutched the peace pendant tightly, but ultimately didn't do it, and awkwardly let go. Having not rested for so long, everything around her became blurry, with overlapping shadows.
Then, the world was painted crimson, and corpses littered the ground. With each step she took, she felt the ground grow stickier, a suction force binding her feet, and a pale hand gripped her ankle.
Wu Zhuyue closed her eyes, took out a dagger from her mustard seed bag, aimed it at her arm, and stabbed it cleanly.
Metal pierced flesh, warm liquid dripped down, the excruciating pain shattered the illusion, and all around was silent.
He pulled out the dagger, and the blood loss made his already pale face even paler, while a metallic taste rose in the boy's throat.
She knew what it was.
—She developed inner demons.
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