Chapter 22 Chapter 22 “It’s ‘Jiu Zhao Jiu Zhao I love you’ oh. …
That night, Jiu Zhao slept well.
I had no dreams all night, and only the faint fragrance of the refreshing tea lingered around my mind.
The next day, just as Fuxu said, her soul, which had been shaken in the illusion of her inner demon, had recovered.
The knot between them was somewhat resolved, and Jiu Zhao was less resistant when they went to the training room for classes.
"Good morning! Thank you for the refreshing tea. I had a good night's sleep last night!"
Before coming here, Jiu Zhao had summoned Jiangyu and Xiangbi to carefully dress her. The graceful peach-petal-shaped flower ornaments adorned the corners of her eyes, bringing that vibrant color to life. It seemed as if, if she gazed at them for a moment longer, their gaze would penetrate deep into her heart.
Fu Xu didn't even look at it.
He uttered a curt "Good morning," and told Jiu Zhao to sit down behind the study table. When Jiu Zhao's eyes drifted over, he quickly lowered his eyelashes and began to tidy up the utensils on the long table. "Your Highness, there's no rush to enter the second round of illusions. Let's analyze yesterday's events first."
The high-level immortal examination is different from the previous ones. It focuses more on the actual training of body and mind, so there are not so many theoretical books.
There were only a few teaching instruments on the long table. Fu Xu fiddled with them for a few times with his bare hands and then lost his purpose of continuing.
Jiu Zhao found his embarrassed look quite funny.
I didn't dare to look at each other, let alone look at myself. I thought with my toes, and I knew it was all because of the kiss last night.
Jiu Zhao savored the warmth of the mingling of their breaths and pressed his lips with his finger.
A little bit of rose-red lipstick was rubbed off and spread on the fingertips.
Delicate and light - a pale blush, infinitely close to the color reflected on Fuxu's skin yesterday.
Jiu Zhao was not shy about this kiss, which she led entirely.
But what is done is done, and she never regrets any decision she makes in her life.
With a bit of anticipation and joy, she stood up and left the desk, tiptoeing and making light footsteps, like a spring breeze blowing to Fuxu.
When Fuxu realized that the distance between them had exceeded the limit between the monarch and his subjects, it was too late for him to take any measures.
My arms touched the warmth of your body, and the rich scent of roses permeated my nostrils.
Jiu Zhao doesn't like things with strong smells and rarely applies flower scented oils on her body like ordinary female fairies.
The body temperature and the rare fragrance instantly disrupted Fuxu's concentration.
"Your Highness, you—"
"Well, it doesn't matter where you sit, right? As long as I can hear your teachings clearly, isn't that enough?"
Jiu Zhao interrupted him and deliberately moved closer to Fuxu's arms. She did not call Fuxu by his full name, but addressed him as "Master" in a sweet voice. An immoral sense of excitement ran up Fuxu's spine and covered the back of his neck.
"...Your behavior is not polite."
He tried his best to calm himself and whispered the unfinished words of advice.
"Among the five hundred heavenly rules, is there one that clearly states that a wife cannot sit next to her husband?"
Jiu Zhao retorted with a grin, picking up the utensils on the long table one by one to examine them.
In the pouring morning light, her slender jade-like fingers were almost transparent. She fiddled with the instruments, and it seemed as if she was fiddling with Fuxu's heart.
Fuxu didn't say anything else.
There are no rigid rules when it comes to human affairs. If Jiu Zhao wants to argue, he will always come up with a hundred twisted reasons.
Likewise, he was even more afraid that if he continued to correct it... Jiu Zhao would hear his pulse beating faster.
One of them sits upright and solemnly, while the other one is not serious at all.
The figures, one tall and one short, sat together behind the long desk, their hearts breaking through the barrier of flesh and blood, becoming infinitely close.
Stepping back halfway, Fuxu retrieved the web left by the Dream Weaver Spider from a wooden box nearby. He flung it skyward, and the intact web clung to the air again. A few bursts of spiritual light flashed, and the scene from the inner demon's illusion reappeared before the two of them.
Out of consideration for Jiuzhao's feelings, Fuxu did not let the scene play to the end.
He fixed his gaze on the backs of the two running down the long corridor of the academy, and said to Jiu Zhao, "There are two key points to passing the heart test. First, try to let go of your obsessions. The influence of obsessions will become less, and the immersion of the illusion will also be weakened.
"Secondly, illusions are all based on reality. While they can temporarily distort the present, they cannot alter the past. For example, if this illusion occurred while Your Highness and Lan Qi were studying at the academy, Your Highness's mind would still retain memories from before. The key to breaking free is to find the differences between the current scenery and people and those in your memory. This difference is the weak point of the inner demon illusion."
As a demonstration, Fuxu activated the spider web, playing the video backward for a moment, finding a zoomed-in scene with Lan Qi's face, and then stopped again. He then asked, "Your Highness, do you sense anything unusual about Lan Qi in the inner demon illusion?"
Entering the class, Jiu Zhao listened carefully.
Her attention was also able to shift from the pain and embarrassment of being killed by the illusion to thinking about the event itself.
However, feelings that have entangled her for thousands of years cannot be let go immediately. She resisted manipulating the spider web to replay the scene, so she tried to use the memories in the illusion to capture the abruptness in Lan Qi's behavior.
After last night's conversation, Fuxu understood that Jiuzhao had more than just hatred towards Lan Qi.
He didn't want to repeat Jiu Zhao's sad experience, so he indulged Jiu Zhao's willfulness in refusing to use the spider web to explore the weakness of the illusion.
After a moment's thought, he used the floral scent of Jiu Zhao as an analogy: "The illusion is unpredictable, the inner demons are cunning, and weaknesses are often hidden in the most overlooked details. For example, the rose scent on His Highness, which was not present before, is a subtle difference in the illusion."
...It turns out that he is not a dull and old-fashioned person.
I also care about the rose scent in my lip balm.
Jiu Zhao bit his lip, pretending to think, but he could not control the slightly upturned corners of his lips.
no.
Now is not the time to think about these things.
She pinched her thigh, forcibly banishing these chaotic emotions, and recalled the illusion from beginning to end. She shook her head in frustration, "I can't think of any difference. Maybe it's because the time I was in the academy was too long ago... Lan Qi from over ten thousand years ago, apart from that boyish demeanor who tried to act mature, I can't remember many other details and habits..."
I wanted to achieve something, but unexpectedly I failed.
Jiu Zhao tried to catch Fu Xu's gaze again, blinking his eyes and turning them into pitiful puppy eyes: "Master, am I stupid?"
She leaned down, almost lying on Fuxu's knees, forcing the young man's lowered eyes to reflect her beautiful face.
My heart almost missed a beat again.
Regardless of the God's demeanor, Fu Xu hastily turned his face away: "...Your Highness, don't take it to heart. The Celestial Immortal Examination is already a one in ten thousand chance, and the Heart Demon Illusion is the most difficult of all illusions. Your Highness, this is your first experience, so your performance is already quite good."
As a model of the Three Pure Ones, Jiu Zhao had never seen Fuxu in such a state of disarray. She found it quite amusing, and a prank suddenly arose in her heart. Her voice was filled with frustration as she continued to question him, "Master, are you sincere when you say these things? Or are you just trying to appease your students?"
"Of course I really do. Yesterday I promised Your Highness that I would never again—"
Too much concern leads to confusion.
Worried that the always arrogant Jiu Zhao would be hurt, Fu Xu suppressed his embarrassment and turned his head back.
A sudden finger pressed lightly against his lips, and the next words were automatically silenced.
There was no sign of frustration or dejection on her face; she was clearly happy and successful.
Fuxu immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap.
Not giving the other party a chance to blame himself, Jiu Zhao curled his fingers and rubbed the young man's raised lip. "Nothing else? Why didn't you dare look at me for such a long time just now?"
"...I am not afraid to look at Your Highness."
Enduring Jiu Zhao's excessive teasing, Fu Xu's blood was boiling under his pretending to be calm eyes.
He rarely speaks stubbornly.
Jiu Zhao has never been the type to show mercy to others.
Her face was magnified several times in front of Fuxu's eyes. The hand that was playing with her thin lips wrapped around his neck: "It's because of the kiss yesterday, right?"
"Tsk tsk, Master is indeed much cuter when he's shy than usual."
"...In broad daylight, Your Highness, please be mindful of your words."
Fuxu no longer wanted to examine whether his every move betrayed his inner feelings, and his words of resistance became his last bit of dignity.
Their breaths intertwined and their lips were close to each other.
Fuxu tried to dissuade him calmly, but Jiuzhao put his forehead against him.
Thinking that the kiss was about to happen again, the young man subconsciously closed his eyes.
However, his forehead was touched by skin of a different temperature, but Jiu Zhao did not respond.
Just as his heart was in turmoil, a fiery immortal power suddenly appeared on his forehead.
As a restraining force was released, his sealed power gushed out from his spirit altar.
"Master, are you waiting for your student to kiss you?"
A rhetorical question mixed with a vague smile.
Fuxu slowly opened his eyes and saw the familiar talisman paper being held between Jiuzhao's fingers.
The way it trembles up and down with the wind is very similar to his ups and downs in mood.
Fu Xu couldn't admit it, nor could he admit it. He secretly despised himself for not being able to withstand the temptation.
In short, if you continue to insist on this topic, you will continue to be led by Jiu Zhao.
He changed the subject with a gesture that could almost be described as fleeing in panic. "...Now that I am in charge of your Highness's pre-exam courses, having my power sealed will be very inconvenient. Could you please remove the spell?"
Fuxu had no idea that he had also become Jiuzhao from last night.
From the sudden pause in his voice to the blush on his lower eyelids, the fierce battle in his mind was shown on his face.
Jiu Zhao held back the corners of his lips that were about to curl up, his expression innocent. "I've already told you, Master, that the key to breaking the curse lies with you, not me. As long as you are willing to say those words, this spell that binds power can be broken at any time."
Fuxu's lips opened and closed, and he fell silent.
Jiu Zhao dragged out his words, as if suddenly realizing something: "Oh—I understand. Master, have you forgotten the formula for breaking the spell?"
She leaned over and repeated the words that had caused Fuxu's blood to surge:
"It's 'Jiu Zhao Jiu Zhao I love you'."
…
"I suddenly feel it would be a good idea to seal up my divine power and wait for it to recover."
Fuxu held it in for a long time, and the answer he came up with made Jiuzhao burst into laughter.
Unable to resist, he simply gave Jiu Zhao no chance to tease him anymore and casually removed the seal on his storage ring. Four pots of vibrant mind-attracting flowers appeared side by side on Jiu Zhao's study desk. "Your Highness, time is running out. We should continue to focus on our cultivation."
It was only the second day, and the number of mind-capturing flowers had grown to four pots.
Recalling that he himself had difficulty breaking through even a pot of created inner demon illusions, Jiu Zhao was a little surprised: "...It's getting difficult so quickly?"
Fuxu continued his usual formal remarks: "The Immortal Test is approaching, the mission is urgent, and I will be by your side to protect you, so please rest assured, Your Highness."
The clam shell, which had opened a crack, closed tightly again.
Jiu Zhao looked at the young man speaking seriously with red cheeks and ears, and knew that his ability to endure was almost at its limit.
With a light chuckle, she obediently retreated back to her seat a few feet away.
Before closing his eyes and entering the dreamland, he said with great sincerity: "Good Master, I leave the safety of my student in your hands."
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