Testing each other's feelings
Rong Yan thought his senior sister would never forgive him, and he couldn't sleep or eat for several nights.
Later, Benben honestly confessed to him that his senior sister had mistakenly thought he had a girl he liked, which was why she had taken such good care of him that day.
It was all Benben's fault; he was so overjoyed that he offended his senior sister.
Looking back now, I'm kicking myself.
His senior sister had not returned, and he had no intention of cultivating. What was even more troublesome was that the demonic power surging within him was becoming increasingly obvious.
Normally, Benben could cover it up, but the demonic aura of individual demons is different.
Even someone as simple-minded as Benben realized that as Rong Yan grew older, stronger, and more powerful, he was gradually losing control of his demonic power.
Until this day, he fled in a panic on his sword late at night.
Benben was worried about him, so he transformed into human form and followed behind him.
Lingfang kept a close eye on Rong Yan every day, and of course she wouldn't let such a good opportunity slip by.
Rong Yan arrived at a remote mountain peak, where his demonic power surged. He tried cutting his flesh and bleeding himself, but to no avail. In recent days, whenever his demonic power leaked out, he would change his clothes and bathe as much as possible, just to keep it a secret.
Benben was anxious, so he peeled the peach and handed it to him.
The few peaches were negligible. Rong Yan closed his eyes, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
The Blood-Clad Silkworm, which had been lurking in a nearby valley, sensed the wind and flew out of its cave, appearing beside Rong Yan.
What's wrong with Wen Weijun?
Benben didn't know whether he should say it or not, but the Blood-Clad Silkworm was a good demon. Benben didn't want to hide it, so he said, "You swear you won't say a single word about it."
Seeing the situation, Blood-Clad Silkworm knew the gravity of the matter and immediately swore, "Even if you kill me, I will never utter a single word."
"What exactly happened?" Blood-Clad Silkworm was almost frantic with worry.
"Master's demonic power has leaked out." Benben frowned, his expression grave.
"How could Wenwei-jun...?"
No, demonic power? Blood-Clad Silkworm never imagined that demonic power could be related to Wen Weijun, but he did indeed smell a strong and domineering demonic power.
The aftertaste is a cool fragrance, no less refreshing than the scent of spiritual energy.
What exactly is going on? Could it be that Wen Weijun is a demon?
Blood-Clad Silkworm couldn't believe what he knew. His face was filled with horror. Stupid reminded him, "You can't tell anyone."
He opened his eyes, covered his mouth, and nodded frantically.
"Damn you, you idiot." Rong Yan sat cross-legged, his lips pale, and said weakly, "You just betrayed me like that."
Benben tried to make amends, saying, "Brother Crown Prince is a good person; he wouldn't talk nonsense."
"Yes, yes, Wenwei, please don't worry."
Rong Yan closed his eyes, placing the sobbing sob on his lap as a protective barrier. "You still think he's that all-powerful crown prince in the palace?"
"What time is it? Master, you still have the mind to blame me." Benben was almost crying. He could see that his master was struggling against the surging power in his body.
The abdominal pain caused by the Blood-Clad Silkworm was due to the external spiritual energy, which could both eliminate and resolve the problem.
But Rong Yan is different. He is a half-demon, but he cultivates immortal techniques, which his body instinctively rejects.
Therefore, his cultivation was shallow, and he was unable to reconcile the two opposing forces, leading to signs of him going astray.
Blood-Clad Silkworm understood perfectly, and Benben was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, desperately trying to think of a solution.
Just then, a rustling sound came from inside; someone was eavesdropping!
Blood-Clad Silkworm detected the scent of humans from the demonic aura emanating from Wen Weijun. He and Benben joined forces to capture the woman hiding behind a rock in the distance.
Lingfang was caught by the two men and thrown in front of Rong Yan.
She snorted coldly, showing no sign of embarrassment.
A punch landed on the back of Lingfang's neck, and she closed her eyes and fainted.
"What are you doing?" Benben was extremely puzzled. This person was his master's fellow disciple and should be easy to talk to.
"What if she screams and shouts if we don't knock her unconscious?"
Benben agreed with him, "You're right, so what should we do now?"
Rong Yan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, was isolated from the outside world. Blood seeped from the corners of his lips and ears.
The two were certain that Lingfang had overheard the conversation, but they couldn't be sure how much she had heard. Staying behind was ultimately a threat.
The Blood-Clad Silkworm intended to take Lingfang's life, but Benben thought it wasn't that serious. The Blood-Clad Silkworm agreed, so it spun out silk to wrap Lingfang up, making sure her eyes and nose were exposed.
After wrapping up the person, Blood-Clad Silkworm took Lingfang and threw her into the cave where they lived.
The cave is situated on a cliff face, and there is no way to get out unless you use a sword.
Blood-Clad Silkworm settled the person here and rushed back to Benben's side without stopping.
At this moment, Rong Yan was too exhausted to continue, and Benben had no choice but to ask the Blood-Clad Silkworm for help.
"Master will have a way." The two of them joined forces and, taking advantage of the moonlight, chanted a spell, and a gatehouse rose from the ground.
Blood-Clad Silkworm carried the person on its back and led Benben into the doorway.
Lin Yueyao has been back at the sect for several days.
The day she left Mount Futu, she immediately began cultivating.
But after sitting down for a moment, my mind became a mess.
Wenqing told her that her heart was impure.
A person with an impure heart will do everything in a chaotic and disorderly manner.
She didn't know what was wrong with her; her face was dark. Most of the sect members were absent, except for a few disciples guarding the mountain, who bowed respectfully to her.
This is the normal reaction—to treat her with utmost respect, not like Rong Yan...
When they reached the end of the watercourse, they heard from their fellow disciples that Song Qingyun had finished dealing with family matters and returned to the sect.
In Fangfei Hall, Song Qingyun, who had not returned for a long time, met his master and mistress and headed towards Wenyuan Hall.
She ran into Lin Yueyao on the road; she had been looking for him, but they happened to meet.
"Junior Sister." Song Qingyun smiled gently, his eyes tender. Unlike Rong Yan's youthful demeanor, he possessed a calm and composed temperament, as firm as a rock.
Logically speaking, she should like someone like that, but the righteous spirit emanating from her senior brother prevented her from developing any romantic feelings for him.
"I've been waiting for you." She stared into his eyes, her expression calm, as if she were sizing him up.
Song Qingyun was surprised and overjoyed. "What are you waiting for me for?"
"I have some questions for you, senior brother. Is it convenient for you?"
Song Qingyun blushed slightly, her eyes darting around nervously. After calming herself down, she said, "Okay."
She led the person to a side hall of the Wenyuan Hall, near her own bedroom, where there were peach orchards, wooden bridges, streams, and memories of Rong Yan.
A sense of melancholy arose in my heart, and my eyes unconsciously dimmed.
The two sat by the stream, surrounded by lush green grass.
"Senior brother, do you know that Lingfang is in love with you?" Lin Yueyao said without hesitation. This was common knowledge, so Song Qingyun was not surprised. He calmly explained, "I have always regarded my junior sister as my own sister. I have never had any other intentions."
He watched her reaction intently as he said this, but remained completely calm.
She understood that he disliked Lingfang, just as she felt for her senior brother. She had never been able to understand Rong Yan's attachment to her, so she sought confirmation from him.
"Senior brother, do you know what liking is?"
This question stumped him, and Song Qingyun was speechless, but he felt a sense of relief and took the opportunity to express his feelings that had been on his mind for many years.
"Liking someone means wanting to be close to her, wanting to be by her side, doing many things for her, wanting to see her smile..." Before he knew it, Song Qingyun had said so much and was a little carried away. He apologized and said, "Junior sister, please don't misunderstand."
"It's nothing." This was exactly what she wanted to ask. Lin Yueyao then asked, "Is this how Lingfang treats her senior brother?"
“Lingfang…she’s still a child. She’ll understand when she grows up.” Song Qingyun smiled, cherishing this hard-won time with her.
"And what about me? Why does my senior brother like me?" she asked bluntly, without a hint of embarrassment, as if it were a trivial question. Her words were as casual as discussing what to have for dinner.
Song Qingyun was surprised that she could ask so directly. Before she could speak, her face turned red, and she couldn't sit still any longer, so she revealed everything she had been keeping in her heart.
"Junior sister, do you remember when you first entered the sect, Elder Xuantong held your hand and I was right next to you? At that time, you ignored everyone and didn't listen to anyone, but I knew that you were the one I was meant to like."
Because of her aloof nature and dry demeanor towards everyone, Song Qingyun was deeply loved by his fellow disciples in the sect, but he was turned away by her alone.
She seemed unapproachable to strangers, but actually loved to cling to Elder Xuantong. When she first arrived, she was as thin as a kitten, and he secretly watched her for a long time. When she ate in the dining hall, she especially liked to eat meat.
He likes to wear bright red clothes, is sparing with words, and has a cold and aloof demeanor.
But it was precisely this kind of Lin Yueyao that he liked.
Song Qingyun spoke with tender affection, her face blushing to her heels.
But these words did nothing to move Lin Yueyao. She touched her heart, her voice as usual.
“Bochu, I’m here. Is there anything you want to say to me?” She deliberately guided him, calling his name affectionately.
"Junior sister, what did you call me?" Song Qingyun's body stiffened on one side, and his blood was boiling.
"What do you want to do to me?" Lin Yueyao couldn't wait any longer and pushed him down.
As his body pressed against hers, feeling her burning heat, the taut string in his mind snapped with a bang.
She was waiting for him to kiss her, but after waiting for a long time, Song Qingyun felt like she was being burned alive and lay stunned on the grass.
If you like her, why don't you kiss her?
If it were Rong Yan, he would definitely disregard her resistance and passionately kiss her, only taking a brief, fleeting kiss.
"Junior sister, no, Qinglian, if we do this... someone will see us..." Song Qingyun was almost losing her mind. She forced herself to stay rational, sat up, and gently pushed her away.
He turned his back, not daring to look at her anymore, and lay down by the stream to wash his face.
"I know that what happened today was just my junior sister testing me. Don't do that again from now on." Song Qingyun had completely calmed down, but his body was still burning with desire, and his mouth was dry.
"It was my fault." She shouldn't have teased him.
"Don't worry, junior sister, I'm not one to hold grudges." He knew that Lin Yueyao had never had any romantic feelings for him.
Now she finally understands why she doesn't like Song Qingyun: it's because Song Qingyun is too conventional. Even though he's a gentleman, he's also boring.
She didn't feel any spark with Song Qingyun, which was why she couldn't accept him.
And what about Rong Yan? He's becoming increasingly audacious. Is this a sign of affection?
She always thought of her master. Her master was a person who didn't care about etiquette and always acted according to his feelings, while she was the one who was old-fashioned.
It was her master who gave her a new life, a second chance at life.
She vowed to stay by her master's side for life, to fight demons and protect the righteous path, and to vanquish evil spirits.
This was her lifelong wish. She misunderstood, projecting her affection for her master onto Rong Yan, becoming emotional and confused.
She hadn't had a proper conversation with her master in a long time, ever since Rong Yan appeared.
This shouldn't be happening.
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