Chapter 39 Enchanting
"Hmm..."
Each breath, tinged with ambiguity, was like a soft fuzz gently brushing against the heart.
Her consciousness seemed to become hazy. Following her panting breath, she looked up at the person and saw that his usually aloof face was now as vibrant and fragrant as a flower petal with dew on it.
Heavy curtains hung down, and in his hazy state, his eyes were unfocused and misty, his thin lips slightly parted, revealing a soft, moist interior like that of a clam.
"It's so hot..."
Accompanied by sobs, they unknowingly approached step by step.
Each breath resonated in my heartstrings, and my whole body began to feel hot.
Do you want to... touch him?
His gaze lingered on his fair skin, his desire growing stronger with each passing moment.
Unable to suppress her thirst any longer, she reached out and carefully touched the corners of his reddened eyes.
His fingertips were damp; he was already on the verge of tears. For some reason, all I wanted to do now was to caress his reddened skin, trying to force out more sobs filled with moisture.
Thinking this, his fingertips unconsciously moved downwards, caressing those watery red lips.
A desire that was almost palpable yet difficult to articulate made the caresses increasingly irritating, until the fingertips probed directly inside.
The soft sensation of swallowing, those tearful eyes looking over—it was a truly shocking sight.
He simply obediently allowed himself to be treated roughly, even his thin lips moving slightly in a low, seductive murmur:
"Hold me..."
As if piercing through the soul, a strong, nameless restlessness reached its peak at this moment.
Just as he was about to continue, his consciousness suddenly withdrew—
As dawn broke and the morning bells rang loudly.
Xiao Shuying sat up abruptly, her eyes wide with surprise. She then threw back the covers and saw the lingering reaction, which left her completely bewildered.
This was the first time in his ninety-nine lifetimes that he had experienced such a physiological reaction.
No matter the time, he had never had any special feelings towards other people's desires, but ever since he saw Su Yunyu suffering from love poison a few days ago, he even dreamed of such erotic and wanton things.
Why is that?
This peculiar desire, though it was also to see Su Yunyu suffer unbearable pain, was different this time compared to wanting him to die before.
After washing up, I came out of the Beiming Palace and didn't see Su Yunyu. For some reason, I felt relieved but also a little disappointed.
Today is the second day since returning to the sect. There is a swordsmanship class in the morning. Even though it is something that Xiao Shuying can master, he has no reason to skip the class.
Upon arriving at the Swordsmanship Hall, all the disciples turned to look at him.
The Wind Array Sect incident had been heard about by everyone in the sect. Although Xiao Shuying wasn't the most prominent figure in the matter, his story of going to the dungeon twice without any consequences became a topic of conversation for several days.
"Have you heard? Senior Brother Xiao was almost wrongly accused of colluding with the demons."
"It is said that Yan An'gao, who is usually with us, has been possessed by a demon at some point."
"This is terrifying! To be able to deceive the Tianxuan Sect and pull off such a switch, who on earth is so horrifying..."
Just as the elders had not yet arrived and the disciples were discussing amongst themselves, a rather annoyed voice rebuked them:
"Have you said enough? Do you want to go and say something to the elders later?"
The one who got angry was Xiao Qingran. He had suffered greatly because of this incident. His underling had been possessed by a demon without his knowledge, and the demon was said to be the lord of the demon race!
Having grown accustomed to bossing Yan Angao around, he was determined never to face this underling again after this ordeal, especially since Xiao Shuying was now riding high on success.
Thinking of this, Xiao Qingran lost her composure and swaggered up to the calm and collected Xiao Shuying. Although she was smiling, her tone was unusually sarcastic:
"Junior brother, it's good that you really didn't collude with the demons. I really don't understand why the demons framed you. Could it be that you two have some connection?"
He spoke in a loud voice, and several people around him heard him and their expressions became strange.
Yes, why was Xiao Shuying specifically framed? Could there be some unknown side to this?
With Xiao Qingran around, Xiao Shuying thought to herself that she really wouldn't have to worry about not having a hat to wear.
He smiled sarcastically to himself, his gaze sweeping over those who seemed to enjoy the spectacle, feigning extreme surprise, before exclaiming to Xiao Qingran:
"Senior brother, you weren't possessed by that demon too, were you?"
A gasp of surprise erupted around them, and scrutinizing gazes turned to Xiao Qingran.
Xiao Qingran's expression had changed, and she asked somewhat irritably:
"Junior brother, you can't just say things like that."
Xiao Shuying smiled sarcastically: "So you knew too."
Seeing that Xiao Qingran was immediately furious and about to lash out, Xiao Shuying cut her off:
“My senior brother is usually gentle and polite, and he would never say anything that makes unfounded speculations, so I am worried that he may have become a different person.”
The disciples felt extremely strange at the thought that the person they had been in close contact with might be someone else. Even though Xiao Qingran was indeed still the same Xiao Qingran, they couldn't maintain the same composure as before.
Xiao Qingran was so angry that her face turned red, and she couldn't say anything. After all, if she continued to speak, she would no longer be "gentle and polite".
However, during the daily group training, Xiao Qingran seemed to be furious, and she deliberately paired up with Xiao Shuying, with each sword strike being extremely sharp.
Xiao Shuying was naturally no longer at a disadvantage like she had been the first time. After a few rounds, Xiao Qingran ended up suffering the consequences herself, with several wounds on her body.
This swordsmanship lesson ended very quickly.
Xiao Shuying coldly declined the invitations from several disciples who wanted to befriend her, and then headed to the Beiming Palace.
The resentful voices of the disciples came from behind:
"What's with all this pretense of high-mindedness? Besides having a good master, what else do you have?"
"That's right, only now that they've reached the Qi Refining stage, it's a disgrace to the Tianxuan Sect."
"Say less, aren't you afraid of being resented if you hear it?"
Xiao Shuying seemed to be deep in thought. He wasn't pretending to be aloof; he simply looked down on everyone.
Secondly, he went against the principles of compassion that are highly valued in the cultivation world.
So, as the disciples walked south with their arms around each other, Xiao Shuying picked up a few pebbles and slinged them out like a slingshot.
By the time those people were cursing and looking around, Xiao Shuying had already arrived at the Beiming Palace.
My pleasant mood vanished instantly when I opened the door and saw the uninvited guest.
The sect leader, Wenren Li, was leading a young man towards Su Yunyu, and pleading:
"This child is my disciple, obsessed with swordsmanship. I was thinking of having you give him a few pointers these few days. Don't worry, it won't bother you for too long."
The disciple's eyes lit up when he saw Su Yunyu, and he began to introduce himself:
"Immortal Venerable One, I am Ji Hongyu. I have admired you for a very long time. Please rest assured, I will not disturb you..."
Then came a long string of boastful words about how the Immortal Venerable possessed an otherworldly air and how his sword was as cold as frost. Whether Su Yunyu had the patience to listen was unknown, but Xiao Shuying strode over and interrupted her:
"Master, I'm back."
All eyes turned to Xiao Shuying. Before Su Yunyu could speak, Wenrenli began introducing her to Ji Hongyu:
"In terms of seniority, this is your junior brother, and also your only disciple, Immortal Venerable."
Hearing the word "only," Xiao Shuying felt a little better, only to hear Wenren Li teasing her again:
"However, if your studies here over the next two days make your Immortal Venerable think you have great talent, then it wouldn't be unreasonable to let you leave and switch to another sect."
Ji Hongyu scratched his head sheepishly and greeted Xiao Shuying:
"Greetings, Junior Brother. I'll be learning swordsmanship from the Immortal Venerable for two days. Don't worry, I won't bother you."
Xiao Shuying was already seething with anger. Looking at the unmoved Su Yunyu, she suppressed her resentment and pretended not to understand.
"Master, have you agreed?"
In fact, Su Yunyu did not want to agree. He had never been very responsible and always left his apprentices to their own devices in the game, and this was even more true now.
The reason he went to great lengths for Xiao Shuying was purely for a purpose, but he was unwilling to teach another student, even for just a few days.
But after much thought, he decided to consider two things: first, the friendship he shared with the Wen family; and second, the possibility that if there was someone of similar age in the Beiming Palace who could joke around with Long Aotian, perhaps Long Aotian wouldn't seem so mature.
After all, other people's kids are full of energy and youthful beauty, and then look at my own...
So, under the watchful eyes of several people, Su Yunyu nodded reservedly:
"Can."
Amidst the expressions of gratitude from Wenrenli and the cheers from Ji Hongyu, only Xiao Shuying's gaze grew increasingly cold.
He finally realized one thing: he wasn't the only one for Su Yunyu.
It may be special, but it is not unique.
It might not just be Ji Hongyu today; perhaps someone else will appear before Su Yunyu in the future.
By then, even its uniqueness may have completely crumbled.
However, while he can't control Su Yunyu for the time being, he can get rid of that troublesome person.
After leaving Wenrenli with his wish fulfilled, Ji Hongyu chattered away as if it were his true nature, first praising the beauty and spiritual energy of Beiming Palace, then commending Su Yunyu for her extraordinary talent, and then offering friendly greetings to Xiao Shuying:
"Junior brother, please take good care of me these next few days."
Please take good care of me?
Xiao Shuying smiled:
"no problem."
Just as Ji Hongyu was overjoyed and about to ask Su Yunyu for a few moves, Xiao Shuying preemptively spoke:
"I've heard that you are a master swordsman, Senior Brother. I would like to ask you for some pointers. Is that alright?"
Ji Hongyu didn't hesitate at all; although it was unexpected, he was also extremely happy:
"sure."
With Su Yunyu's tacit approval, the two arrived at a large open space outside the Beiming Palace, where clouds and mist were billowing.
Ji Hongyu, in a very gentlemanly manner, clasped his hands in a salute and then said:
"Junior brother, please go first."
To put on airs.
Xiao Shuying sneered inwardly but did not refuse. Just as she drew her sword and was about to strike, she suddenly noticed a spiderweb-like crack on Mu Ling's blade.
...?
Strange, when did Mu Ling get damaged? Could it be because of that incident with Feng Mingye? No wonder the sword spirit has been silent and unconventional lately; it turns out it went to recuperate.
An ordinary person might have stopped fighting here, but Xiao Shuying suddenly came up with a plan.
Ignoring the damage, he swung his sword with utter righteous indignation. Seeing that Ji Hongyu was responding with all his might as expected, he immediately smiled. After a few rounds, taking advantage of Ji Hongyu's most powerful strike, he deliberately used his damaged sword to meet the attack, then feigned surprise and exclaimed:
"oops!"
Ji Hongyu hurriedly withdrew his sword and looked around blankly. He saw Xiao Shuying holding the sword with a pained expression and immediately went over to check on the situation.
Then he saw that the blade of Xiao Shuying's sword had several broken marks, making it clearly unusable.
Ji Hongyu suddenly realized that he was the one who caused the sword strike, and froze on the spot, at a loss for what to do.
Just then, Su Yunyu came over and asked what was going on. Xiao Shuying said, somewhat aggrieved:
"Master, my sword is broken."
Then, looking at the bewildered Ji Hongyu, he deliberately added:
"It's not my fault, senior brother. It's my sword that's bad. But this is the only sword I have. What should I do now?"
Sensing the faint reproach from the sword spirit within her, Xiao Shuying comforted him and promised to heal him, only then did the sword spirit continue to recuperate without worry.
Ji Hongyu stood there helplessly, with only one thought in his mind:
"Oh no, I've offended someone."
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Author's Note: A crazy test [dog head with a rose in its mouth]
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