Entering another ethereal world 1
Ouch—Huaiwen's hand hurts again.
Huaiwen, who had originally planned to go to cultivate, immediately returned to her room. She rolled up her sleeves and saw that the red spider lilies, which should have been half gone, had now returned to their original state.
She had never seen a trace of human life reappear after being forcibly erased. Huaiwen sensed something was wrong, which made her even more curious about Pei Suqin.
And that phrase—"Misfortune has come your way."
Huaiwen had to start thinking about what this misfortune would be and when it would strike.
But she couldn't let Pei Suqin drag her away, so she decided to cleanse herself first before dealing with the problem.
Because he was castrated, Huaiwen didn't tell anyone.
Huaiwen walked through the bamboo forest to the deepest part of Fengqin Mountain, where there was a waterfall with a clear pool at its base. Fengqin Mountain disciples would always come here to soak in water when they were injured.
Taking off his outer garment, Huaiwen slowly stepped into the water. His fatigue was being washed away, and Huaiwen took another close look at the red spider lily on his arm; it was disappearing very slowly.
Huaiwen was in the clear water pool. His body gradually became soft, and he unconsciously immersed his whole body in the water, slowly sinking to the bottom.
Water choked her throat, and Huaiwen awoke with a start. She struggled underwater, but couldn't swim to the surface. A powerful force was pulling her downwards, and all her resistance was futile.
I can't breathe—
Falling down—
The sunlight could no longer penetrate; darkness swallowed everything. Huaiwen watched helplessly as she sank into darkness until she was forced into a coma.
Darkness and dampness filled the air, the sound of flowing water crisp and clear, making the place seem quite spacious. Huaiwen choked and opened his eyes.
It was dark all around, with no light. Huaiwen didn't know where she was. She could only feel that half of her body was submerged in water, while the other half was wet and covered in fine sand.
Huaiwen pushed himself up from the water, walked to the side, sat down, and conjured a few spirit butterflies. Under the caress of those two or three spirit butterflies, Huaiwen could see his surroundings clearly.
This is an underground cave with bizarre stalactites hanging upside down above it, and an underground river and fine sand below.
Huaiwen guessed that she sank into the Clear Water Pool, so this underground river was probably connected to the Clear Water Pool. If she wanted to get out, she could definitely get out by following the underground river.
Pfft, Huaiwen yawned, feeling a bit cold. Coming to his senses, he realized he was soaking wet, his clothes completely covered in sand.
This made her very uncomfortable.
Huaiwen tried to dry his clothes by focusing his energy in his dantian, but found that they were still a little damp and fine sand was still sticking to them.
Huaiwen sighed, looking at the darkness and realizing there was no one around, she hesitated for a while, then took a deep breath and decided to take off her clothes, hoping that she could recover her strength faster that way.
Instead of helping her recover faster, she felt a hot, damp sensation all over her body, and the red spider lily on her arm seemed to be growing, extending down her arm.
Soon her eyes became glazed over.
"call out--"
In the darkness, someone landed. Huaiwen didn't even react until a coat was draped over her. She suddenly woke up and frantically reached for the clothes beside her.
Huaiwen tried her best to remain calm. She wrapped her clothes tighter, conjured a fairy butterfly, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Who are you?"
The butterfly fluttered out of the light, its wings flashing intermittently, illuminating the person's face. Huaiwen saw her master's face.
Huaiwen's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
She watched as Fu Lin leaned closer to her, and she heard Fu Lin say with pity, "Ah Jun, why are you so disobedient, taking off your undergarments in front of your master?"
Huaiwen wrapped the coat that Fulin had thrown at her tightly, her face flushed: "I didn't."
"As you know, the disciples of Fengqin Mountain have rules against tempting others, and Master is one of them."
“I didn’t intend to do that,” Whitman defended himself.
Fu Lin squatted down and stroked Huai Wen's face: "Do you like your master?"
Huaiwen's face was both dark and red. She felt her whole body burning up. She couldn't control the burning sensation, but she was trying her best to control her body.
Fu Lin gently advised, "Ah Jun, as I've said before, it's normal for people to have emotions and desires. Don't try to reject them; you can't reject them. Love will keep emerging."
"Ah-Jun, don't be afraid, your master loves you very much." Fu Lin stroked Huai Wen's face, breathed out, and tempted, "Ah-Jun, have you thought about the trials of love? Do you believe in your master?"
Huaiwen nodded, looking confused.
Fu Lin smiled and whispered in Huai Wen's ear, "Then let's hand you over to Master."
He was about to kiss her when Huaiwen was shocked. Ignoring the fact that her outer garment was falling off, she pushed Fulin away with all her might. She cried out resolutely, "No!"
A sigh of regret and sorrow echoed in Huaiwen's ears, and he suppressed the restlessness in his heart. His profound skill and control ultimately led to victory.
Huaiwen's reason began to return, her eyes focused, and she clutched her chest, panting. In the darkness, her spirit butterfly fluttered about, and after a while, she realized that there was no one in front of her, and she wasn't wearing an outer garment.
The fairy butterfly disappeared again, and darkness returned.
In the darkness, Huaiwen tried to put on her wet undergarments. Her head ached, and she couldn't help but wonder if all of this was an illusion. She couldn't possibly have such thoughts about her master.
Before she could even put on her inner garment, her thoughts were interrupted by a large outer garment that completely wrapped her up.
That feeling of fear, worry, and dread once again overwhelmed Huaiwen, fearing that what had just happened would repeat itself. But thankfully, before this emotion could spread, she smelled a familiar scent.
It has a fragrance that blends cherry blossoms and pine needles.
It has the flavor of Lingshan Xuanye.
For some reason, the murderous intent in her bloodshot eyes gradually faded, and her heartbeat, which had been pounding wildly, gradually calmed down.
“Ah Jun, I’ve found you.” Xuan Ye’s voice trembled slightly, and he seemed a little lost. “You promised to stay with me at Fengqin Mountain.”
Huaiwen calmed herself down. More important than answering the question was putting on her undergarments. So she softly called out, "Hmm... but turn your back first."
Xuan Ye obediently turned around, and Huai Wen quickly put on his inner garment, regardless of whether the clothes were wet or had fine sand stuck to them.
But Xuan Ye seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and asked with concern, "A-Jun, your clothes are wet, you'll get sick if you wear them."
Huaiwen was flustered, thinking to herself, "But she can't just go without clothes, can she?"
"Actually—I've already watched them all."
Huaiwen froze, and then she heard Xuan Ye explain helplessly, "A-Jun, have you forgotten that I am a demon?"
Her face flushed crimson, Huaiwen was completely unable to calm down. She didn't know what to say, feeling both shy and awkward, and buried her head in her clothes, unsure of what to do.
There was not a single ray of light, yet Xuan Ye could move through the darkness. He crouched down, the two almost touching, and Xuan Ye soothed, "Don't get sick, wear my clothes, okay?"
Huaiwen's voice was hoarse, and he didn't know what to say.
Xuan Ye gently advised, "Don't be afraid, don't be scared or worried."
In the darkness, Xuan Ye reached out his hand to Huai Wen and said softly, "In the demon realm, seeing each other's bodies is a very normal thing. We demons are born naked and have no clothes. We only learn to wear clothes when we transform into human form."
"But you must know that we demons wear clothes not simply to imitate humans, to cover our shame, or to show off our wealth, but to tell people that demons can adapt to this world and also create a new one."
"Ah-Jun, don't be afraid."
Huaiwen took Xuanye's hand, and Xuanye pulled her into his arms. In his embrace, her agitated heart gradually calmed down.
She was too shy to speak; how could she not be shy when her naked body was seen? Moreover, she had just experienced a psychedelic experience where her master had seen her naked.
Having lived as a woman for so many years, aside from being taught how to behave like a young lady of a noble family at the Ruan family mansion, she hadn't learned any of these things at the place for demons and humans, and she certainly hadn't learned them at Fengqin Mountain. So, it was natural for her to panic and feel somewhat helpless when her body was seen.
Xuan Ye pulled Huai Wen closer: "I've said it before, you're mine. I will take responsibility for you."
Huaiwen's body was still tense, and Xuanye patted her back, gently comforting her. Huaiwen couldn't help but ask, "Why did you do this? You started it back in Zuimenglou. You know I don't owe Zuimenglou anything."
Xuan Ye released Huai Wen from his embrace, his eyes filled with endless tenderness and deep emotion: "I believe in my instincts. That day, you were like a goddess dancing with a sword, and that image was imprinted on my heart. Since then, I have been unable to control my admiration for you. I know clearly that it is my instinct that desires you. It is my instinct that desires you. A-Jun, you don't reject me, right? Your instincts also desire me..."
Even though the two were in darkness, Huaiwen felt as if she could see the loving and tender look in Xuan Ye's eyes, which was a fatal temptation and an unwavering sincerity to her.
"Ah Jun, you treat me differently." Xuan Ye coaxed gently, showing immense affection. "Do you like me too?"
For some reason, a joy welled up from her heart and permeated Huaiwen's entire body. She was immersed in Xuan Ye's tenderness and had nowhere to escape. She could only nod in agreement with her heart.
In an instant, Xuan Ye cupped Huai Wen's face and kissed her, their lips meeting tightly. Huai Wen was seduced; she learned to suckle, to kiss without regret.
She didn't just wait passively; she learned quickly and skillfully shifted her strategy from defense to offense, conquering the opponent's territory. She succeeded, and the opponent laughed, also excited.
After an unknown amount of time, Huaiwen felt himself about to suffocate, so he patted Xuanye's chest to catch his breath. The silver threads that had been pulled apart when they parted were once again a poignant sight.
Demons have sex, and so do humans. Suppressing desires is a difficult problem.
Xuan Ye embraced Huai Wen with his left arm and kissed her, while his right hand went to unbutton her inner garment. In the darkness, even the demon could see clearly—her exquisitely soft and alluring figure.
Her palm touched something soft, a tingling sensation stimulating Huaiwen. Suddenly, Huaiwen snapped back to reality. She reached out, grasped Xuan Ye's hand, pulled it away from his lips, and said, her eyes red, "Too fast..."
"Not happy... Ah-Jun."
Xuan Ye stroked Huai Wen's cheek, coaxing him tenderly once more: "You like it too, you enjoy it, don't you?"
Huaiwen, her face flushed like an apple, undeniably felt her body's instincts were being aroused. But she maintained her composure; she couldn't succumb to this.
Even if immortals talk about spiritual cultivation, it can't be done like this...
Huaiwen straightened her inner garments, then forcefully pushed Xuan Ye away, her expression resolute as she refused, "No."
Don't you want it?
"No!" Huaiwen's voice grew louder, and she shouted again, "No!"
"Bang—"
All of this has vanished in an instant.
Huaiwen lost his sense of gravity and fell to the ground.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she was awakened by the cold.
She had already taken off her undergarments and was completely naked. Huaiwen struggled to get up, staring at the darkness reflected in her eyes.
She hugged herself and closed her eyes in the darkness. It all felt so real! Before her eyes reddened, Huaiwen put on her undergarments.
She lit the magic butterfly and watched it fly around. She asked herself, were those all dreams? But even if they were dreams, how could she have such dreams?
Huaiwen looked down at her arm. She couldn't see clearly, but she sensed that it was the flower causing the trouble, and the female ghost causing the trouble.
She suddenly understood why the female ghost Pei Suqin had said, "Misfortune has come your way."
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