Chapter 40: A Fairy-like Beauty and a Jade Scholar
Xiaoyao Lang and Yu Linglong rode their horses through the shallow river. The little black horse stopped to drink from the river water.
Xiaoyao Lang: "Are you thirsty? I'll go down and get you some water."
Yu Linglong: "Didn't we just drink alcohol?!"
Xiaoyao Lang: "Oh, look at my memory!" After saying that, he accidentally moved his hand.
Yu Linglong coldly said, "If you move up even half an inch, I will break your hands."
Startled, Xiaoyao Lang quickly released his grip and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry!"
After the little black horse finished drinking the water, it took off. Xiaoyao Lang was jostled and hurriedly hugged Yu Linglong again. Sensing something was wrong, he let go and used two fingers to grab Yu Linglong's waist and clothes.
Xiaoyao Lang: "I've never asked you your name or how to address you. You're not just called Palace Master, are you?"
Yu Linglong said calmly, "You can just call me Palace Master."
Disappointed, Xiaoyao Lang replied, "Oh~"
After a long silence, Yu Linglong said softly, "My name is Yu Linglong."
Xiaoyao Lang: "Yu Linglong? What a noble name!"
Yu Linglong: "Noble?"
Xiaoyao Lang: "Jade is precious, and the Three Kings are revered, no wonder you are so aloof."
Yu Linglong: "Your opinion is quite novel."
Xiaoyao Lang: "Who are the people in your family?"
Yu Linglong replied leisurely, "Just me."
Xiaoyao Lang said awkwardly, "Sorry, I was just being nosy."
Yu Linglong: "And you?"
Xiaoyao Lang sighed, "I've been alone since I was a child."
Yu Linglong: "So how did you survive when you were a child?"
Xiaoyao Lang: "...What do you mean?"
Yu Linglong: "Your body is special, don't you know?"
Xiaoyao Lang: "Is my body special?"
Yu Linglong: "Do you often not sleep?"
Xiaoyao Lang exclaimed in surprise, "How do you know? Ever since I can remember, I only sleep every three to five days, and I only sleep well during the day."
Yu Linglong: "You are pitiful, but fortunately, you survived."
Xiaoyao Lang: "But I've been sleeping very well at night lately."
Yu Linglong: "You are very fortunate; the blue dragon soul chose you."
Xiaoyao Lang: "What blue dragon soul?"
Yu Linglong: "It's fine if you don't know this. Just know that you won't live long."
Xiaoyao Lang shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you cursing me?"
Yu Linglong: "You have an extremely yang constitution. The fact that you survived as a child must be due to exposure to cold."
Xiaoyao Lang: "That's right. I spent a month or two freezing in the snow. I was probably only four years old then, and I ate a lot of ice and snow."
Yu Linglong stammered, "You are currently a virgin. If you lose your virginity, your life will be in danger."
Xiaoyao Lang: "...Why?"
Yu Linglong: "This... because at that time, the yang energy in your body will be stimulated. The extreme yang energy is beyond your body's capacity to withstand. At that time, your meridians will rupture, and you will die."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang said quietly, "Then I will not get married. Anyway, no one will like me."
Yu Linglong: "That just means living a few more years."
Xiaoyao Lang: "No way... is there any hope?"
Yu Linglong: "If you remain unmarried for life and obtain the Hundred-Year Ice Soul, you may be able to live out your days in peace."
Xiaoyao Lang: "So even if I obtain the Ice Soul, I still can't have children?"
Yu Linglong said, "A hundred-year-old Ice Soul can only stabilize the extreme Yang energy. If you... if you have intercourse with a woman, the extreme Yang will rush into your body, and you will surely die." After a moment of silence, Yu Linglong continued, "Moreover, the Ice Soul is extremely rare, and it is even more difficult for ordinary people to obtain it."
Xiaoyao Lang, who had been somewhat skeptical, found the story increasingly unbelievable and couldn't help but ask leisurely, "Is everything you're saying true?"
Yu Linglong: "I'm offering this friendly advice; whether you believe it or not is up to you."
Xiaoyao Lang: "Thank you. Is there any way to have the best of both worlds?"
Yu Linglong: "...It depends on your fate and destiny."
After hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang became pessimistic. He crossed the shallow river, and Yu Linglong trotted her horse at a trot. Two hours passed, and Xiao Hei could no longer run.
Yu Linglong: "The horse can't go any further, let's stay here for the night."
Xiaoyao Lang dismounted and said, "It's the middle of the night, you must be very cold. I'll go start a fire first. Don't tie Xiao Hei up, let it eat grass, it won't run away."
Yu Linglong: "Understood."
Xiaoyao Lang started a fire, and Yu Linglong found a stone bench and sat down. Xiaoyao Lang then gathered some wild grass and spread it on the ground.
Xiaoyao Lang: "Just bear with it and sleep here!"
Yu Linglong coldly said, "I'm not sleeping, you go to sleep." As she spoke, she took off her veil.
Xiaoyao Lang was dumbfounded. She thought that Yu Linglong should be an elder and should be extremely ugly, so she covered her face with a veil.
After the veil was removed, in the firelight, Xiaoyao Lang looked at Yu Linglong, who appeared to be only twenty-three or twenty-four years old. A handsome, fair-skinned, oval face was revealed. Her eyebrows were thick and arched, like willow leaves; her eyes, intelligent and bright, shone with a divine light; her long, thick eyelashes were prominently displayed; her double eyelids, clearly defined, exuded a sensual tenderness; her long, delicate nose was exquisitely beautiful; her small, rosy lips and refined chin were a perfect combination; her peach-pink face held a half-smile, captivating all who beheld her.
Her jet-black hair was coiled into a spiral shape with a pale white jade hairpin, one strand of which ran horizontally across her forehead. Adorning her head was a silver-white nine-lotus ornament; her ears were adorned with pure white pearl pendants; all were exquisite and eye-catching. The rest of her long hair cascaded down her shoulders to her slender waist. Her hairstyle and attire alone were incomparably beautiful, a sight to behold in the mortal world.
Then look at her outfit: a pure white, cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), exuding an ethereal beauty; a white, half-hip-length decorative silk strip wrapped around her waist, highlighting her graceful and voluptuous figure. At first glance, she appears otherworldly, with a fairy-like elegance that makes one's heart flutter, unable to resist the urge to pull her into one's arms.
Yu Linglong noticed that Xiaoyao Lang was staring at her intently, and she looked away unhappily. Yu Linglong looked again and saw that Xiaoyao Lang was still lost in thought, which amused her, so she also took a closer look at him.
A strikingly handsome face, with well-defined features and flawless skin. Thick, dark eyebrows add to his sophisticated air, while his prominent double eyelids are perfectly proportioned. Long, curved eyelashes are alluring and sexy, and his bright, expressive eyes reveal a deep and intelligent spirit. A high, straight nose, rosy lips, and a full chin complete his alluring and captivating appearance, radiating charm and vitality.
Looking at his jet-black hair, tied with a white ribbon, it was loose yet not messy, with two strands hanging down to his chest and the rest cascading over his shoulders. He wore simple, plain clothes, which, though rather common, could not conceal his charisma. Yu Linglong thought to herself that if he were to dress up a little, he would surely be a handsome man with a radiant spirit and outstanding figure, a slender and elegant beauty who seemed to float among the clouds.
Yu Linglong snapped out of her daze and found Xiaoyao Lang staring at her chest. She couldn't help but say coldly, "Have you looked enough?"
Xiaoyao Lang: "Huh? Oh, that~ I'm going to... I'm going to gather some firewood!" Xiaoyao Lang was so engrossed in watching that he was caught off guard and immediately became embarrassed.
Seeing Xiaoyao Lang leave, Yu Linglong closed her eyes to regulate her breathing and relax her body, as if in a dream.
Xiaoyao Lang put down the firewood and saw Yu Linglong sitting with her eyes closed. He walked up to her and asked.
Xiaoyao Lang: "Hey! Are you hungry?"
Seeing that Yu Linglong did not react, Xiaoyao Lang was somewhat disappointed. He then lay down on the grass, crossed his legs, put a blade of grass in his mouth, looked at the stars in the sky, and recalled his encounter with Murong Hanchan.
Inside a room at the Misty Rain Manor, Murong Hanchan lay gracefully on the bed, her right hand supporting her chin, her left hand tucked into her bosom, her right leg outstretched, and her left leg bent. Her elegant sleeping posture exuded a regal aura. Two strands of her dark hair fell across her chest, and her rosy cheeks held a gentle smile. Her breathing was calm and slow, as if she were half-asleep and half-awake, dreaming of being embraced by Xiaoyao Lang—a scene both real and dreamlike.
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