Chapter 99: Slipped Words and Got Drunk.
The wavering emotions finally became clear at this moment. What she saw and felt did not stem from regrets of the past, but from the affection that had grown between her and her senior sister during their daily interactions.
I do like her, but I'm not without desires. My heart flutters when I think of her, I crave more affection, and I only wish to be with her every moment.
If fate intervenes, or if destiny intends to create tragedy, then she will break free from this deadlock. Even if the future is uncertain, as long as she holds her senior sister's hand, together they will overcome any obstacle.
Fireflies danced in the air, scattering tiny starlight in the boy's eyes. Shen Lixia parted her lips slightly, unable to conceal the burning passion in her voice:
"Senior Sister... I love you."
I couldn't control the natural flow of my feelings; all I wanted to do was tell her.
Qiao Yanshen was taken aback, his eyes filled with astonishment, which then turned into a complex mix of emotions.
The boy stared intently at the person in front of him until she awkwardly raised her hand to cover half of her face, which just happened to reveal the small mole on her wrist.
Instead of receiving a response, she was overwhelmed by the intoxicating effects of the alcohol and the dizzying feeling of falling in love. Shen Lixia only intended to walk forward a little, but she suddenly stumbled and was fortunately caught by someone.
"Li Xia, let's go back." Qiao Yanshen was silent for a while, then turned his head slightly and said softly.
Having expressed her feelings, and feeling extremely dizzy, Shen Lixia stopped being willful and obediently nodded in agreement. Qiao Yan, fearing she might lose her composure, summoned Yu Feng to step forward first, then reached out to Shen Lixia.
A smoky evening breeze caressed their faces, and the moonlight was pure white, just like the night they escaped a few years ago, only this time there were only the two of them.
The voices faded into the distance, and the firelight died down. The eldest sister's dark eyes shone brightly, the deep blue within them almost bewitching.
Holding her hand was very strong; I could feel the roughness of the calluses on my hand.
Shen Lixia's heart stirred, and she stepped onto the longsword.
It had been a long time since her senior sister had taken her on a sword flight, but the current situation made it seem as if the two of them were about to elope. She thought to herself, somewhat dazed, as she gently wrapped her arms around Qiao Yanshen's waist.
The wind was faint, making the rise and fall of heartbeats all the more noticeable. Shen Lixia buried her burning face in Qiao Yanshen's neck, and the sweet scent of wine intensified once more, making her feel hazy and intoxicated.
She murmured softly, "I like Senior Sister... really, I like her so much."
His usual rationality dissolved in his drunkenness, and his thoughts became much duller. He no longer cared whether Qiao Yanshen responded or not, but just kept repeating himself, afraid that she might not hear him or not hear him.
But because of this delay, he didn't notice the trembling of the person in front of him. Moist breath fell on his neck, Qiao Yanshen's fingertips dug deep into his palm, and even his ears turned red.
But she remained silent, and no matter how many times the boy spoke, she did not respond.
On the other side, a campfire burned brightly in the forest.
Three people were missing from the table, and Tang Huairou was called away to speak with the elders. Lin Yuxian sat alone at the round table full of food and wine, feeling rather depressed.
Actually, her teachers' wives had also invited her, but since she had only recently become their disciple, she was a little shy and declined. She should have accepted; at least it would have been more lively, and she wouldn't have had to drink alone in silence.
But in just a few years, my dream came true, and my brother and uncle were all dead. How could I not be happy? Thinking this way, drinking alone is not so lonely anymore.
She picked up her wine cup and drank one cup after another. Suddenly, a man stopped awkwardly at the table and politely asked:
"Junior sister, may I sit here?"
Lin Yuxian looked up and saw a tall woman holding a skewer of grilled meat with a gentle smile on her face. It was Zu Lan, the woman she had fought fiercely with a few days ago.
She nodded: "Okay."
Anyway, those people are definitely not coming back.
Zulan placed the skewers on the square plate on the table, then took out some pastries wrapped in oil paper from her bag and said with a smile, "It seems I'm late; everyone has finished having fun. But I see that my junior sister seems a bit down. Would you like to have a drink with me to drown your sorrows?"
Although they had been tricked earlier, Zu Lan's archery skills were indeed superb, his tactics meticulous, and he was usually a generous and forthright person. Lin Yuxian had a good impression of him, so she raised her glass first and said, "Of course."
She glanced at the unfolded oil paper, which contained milk cakes, butterfly cookies, and maltose—all of which happened to be her favorites—and couldn't help but smile slightly.
Zu Lan clinked glasses with her, "Then first of all, congratulations to Junior Sister Lin on successfully entering the inner sect!"
"I also wish our ancestral master sister all the best in winning the championship next time."
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Back in the mountain courtyard, the night was still, and every sound became clear.
Halfway through, the person behind him almost fell asleep, so Qiao Yanshen had to stop, pick her up, and continue flying on his sword. Once inside the house, Shen Lixia suddenly woke up again, struggling to stand on her own. Like a dazed fish, she performed hand seals to cleanse herself, took off her outer robe, and floated into the bedroom.
Qiao Yanshen reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, whispering, "Li Xia..."
The boy turned his head blankly, blinked, as if he had completely forgotten what he had just said, and replied, "Huh?"
After a moment of silence, Qiao Yanshen sighed, "It's nothing."
Fine, I'll just stay up all night. Continuing to share a bed after confessing is a bit too inappropriate. If it were truly just a pure sisterly bond, that would be one thing, but neither she nor Shen Lixia are clearly.
It's time to prepare a new bedroom.
Shen Lixia was unaware of her plans, but as she reached the door, she turned back, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Qiao Yanshen, smiling brightly, and repeated herself:
"Senior Sister, I like you so much."
After saying that, she went into the bedroom and got into bed. Although she was very drunk, Shen Lixia didn't forget her usual habit and still left some space for Qiao Yanshen.
Qiao Yan pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, then walked into another spacious room. He used a dust-removing spell to sweep away the dust, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and seemed to enter a meditative state.
Consciousness sinks into the sea of consciousness.
Upon entering the Golden Core realm, one can vaguely sense that this place has become more expansive. As one's cultivation level increases, a universe will form within one's body, like an independent secret realm, coexisting with the cultivator.
A chill permeated the air, the spiritual energy became purer, its color turning a deep blue, and it merged even more deeply with that wisp of demonic energy. She had already figured out its connection to Luo Chuan, but she didn't know where it would ultimately lead her cultivation.
However, her current goal is not to explore demonic energy.
"Are you awake?"
Something deep within the sea of consciousness reluctantly replied, "Hmm."
She had never forgotten that the demon was still sealed away. When the seal stirred, Qiao Yanshen knew she had woken up. It was the first day of the competition, and he was too busy to pay attention.
Little did she know that this person was truly pretending to be asleep, as if she didn't know anything.
"What influences did you have after arriving in Shen Yuanli?"
Chi said, "I don't remember. It's like I had a long dream, and then my strength was somewhat restored."
Even though she knew that Qiao Yanshen had seen right through her, she still chuckled softly.
"I might kill you any day, so you'd better be careful."
As soon as she finished speaking, the demonic energy sealing her tightened, its chilling aura intensifying, and the oppressive force pressed down on her. The demon groaned in pain and apologized repeatedly.
"You're wrong, you're wrong, but I only have one magic core right now, which is useless to you."
Qiao Yan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Do you remember anything else about Luochuan?"
“I don’t remember.” Chi’s voice lowered slightly, seemingly somewhat complicated. “But it was a place that was very important to me, to all of the Demon City as I knew it.”
After he finished speaking, Chi heard the other party give a confused "hmm".
I can't remember.
Much of the dream was vague; she knew nothing about Luo Chuan's connection to the demons or why the dream had collapsed. Even knowing she was the reincarnation of Luo Yang seemed to only slightly increase her strength, offering no other benefit.
Qiao Yanshen said, "Have you been feeling bored lately? Why don't you go out for a walk?"
Chi was somewhat taken aback. "Are you looking for death?"
However, there's no such thing as a free lunch. She felt the other person's extremely yin spiritual power gradually transform into chains, embedding itself into her true form. Chi didn't know why this person possessed Luo Chuan's aura, and her damaged soul couldn't recall much more. She only felt that this aura exerted a particularly deep suppressive effect on her, but it wasn't tyrannical; rather, it was gentle.
Just like instinctively, she herself was willing to be controlled by him.
No, no, this person is the God of Slaughter. When he fights, he's more like a demon than she, a true demon. How could she willingly obey him?
Once the chains were secure, Qiao Yanshen stretched out his hand, letting the demonic energy seep from his palm into front of him, gradually condensing and eventually taking the shape of a demon.
She opened her eyes. The woman before her was tall and slender, dressed in a black bodysuit and tattered armor. Her face seemed slightly different, much softer, except for her sharp, deep red eyes. Chi lowered her head, and then—
I stretched.
A rustling sound came from the other person. The woman squinted slightly, shook her head, and looked just like a sleek black panther. After stretching, she met Qiao Yanshen's gaze, suddenly realizing what she had just done, and frowned.
What's going on? Why is she so relaxed in front of this person?
The two were silent for a moment. Chi slowly moved backward, thinking that once she reached the window, she would simply climb out; she didn't believe the chains were that powerful. However, Qiao Yanshen simply nodded slightly and calmly said:
"The disciples are all at the Flowing Fire Festival right now. You can keep your demonic energy contained and wander around the area, but don't go too far."
For some reason, she felt that the demonic energy on the demon had changed slightly, as if it had been filtered of impurities and become clearer. But could demonic energy really be differentiated in this way?
Chi chuckled, "What if I wander a little further away?"
Qiao Yan pondered for a moment, then smiled gently: "A dozen Nascent Soul Dao Lords and four Divine Transformation True Lords, can you choose your method of death?"
The woman's expression changed slightly, but she still stubbornly said, "Even if you tolerate those who are different, you won't escape suffering."
"But that requires people to believe what you say, doesn't it?"
Chi gritted his teeth, having nothing more to say to this heartless man, and turned to climb out the window. Qiao Yanshen felt the invisible chains were still firmly in place, so he transmitted his thoughts: "Remember to come back."
Chi, who had already slipped away some distance, felt uneasy no matter how she listened, always feeling like she was a cat she owned, just missing the bell.
How could Qiao Yanshen be so wicked?!
Unable to hear her inner thoughts, Qiao Yan closed her eyes and continued meditating. However, she couldn't enter a meditative state for a while because once the demon left, she was left alone in the room again, along with her junior sister who was sleeping soundly in another bedroom.
"Sigh..." Qiao Yanshen couldn't help but sigh softly.
I just hope that my junior sister won't remember anything when she wakes up.
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Author's Note: Senior Sister: Sigh.
Chi: How could this person be so wicked?!
After waking up, my junior sister exclaimed: "How could I be so mean?!"
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