On the training ground, Bai Ruolin swallowed her saliva, seeing that her two Seniors were serious. In the end, she could only raise her Changle Sword and grit her teeth, preparing to meet the enemy.
Before starting, she still silently thought in her heart that at least the Demon Lord was not using his own sword, and her brother was still watching, so… Maybe she would not lose too badly.
And yet, she ignored one thing. Not long ago, her brother was defeated by the same Demon Lord who used their own sect’s sword techniques to come and mess with them in front of the Heavenly Gate!
Long Yin, a literal God who had lived for tens of thousands of years, had no issues with bullying his so-much-younger rose, so sparing her was really… Not on his agenda. After all, the word “merciful” was never part of Long Yin’s dictionary, not even when dealing with his own subordinates.
So, of course, Bai Ruolin was severely beaten. Lying on the ground, she looked at the clear sky above, wondering…
…Not even one stick of incense later, I’ve already lost?!
Bai Ruolin started to think about it seriously and, for a moment, she even doubted the level of her entire cultivation. Was it normal to learn swordsmanship for so many years, only to lose miserably in a split second?!
According to what had just happened, her brother was too gentle!
However, after eating a mouthful of dust, Bai Ruolin was still a big-hearted child. There was no sign of her throwing a tantrum and threatening to abandon her sword. On the contrary, she felt that her meridians started to open, vaguely seeing a glimpse of the truth in her desperate situation.
The fact that she was lying on the ground was not her showing resignation and disappointment. Instead, she was busy recalling the experience, trying to fully understand the breakthrough she might have had.
Bai Ruolin has been a sword idiot since she was a child, so Feng Qingyun was not at all surprised by the common occurrence of her becoming one with the soil of the training ground. However, he soon realized that although his sister’s cultivation had indeed improved, she obviously showed no signs of advancing a whole realm as someone had bragged she would. Looking at Long Yin with a smile, he joked: “Your Majesty, what should a gentleman say in this situation?”
Long Yin raised his hand and threw him back his sword, answering: “I’m willing to admit defeat.”
Hearing that, Feng Qingyun couldn’t help but raise the corners of his mouth. And yet, Long Yin was still in the mood to tease him, walking to his side. He then supported the armrests on both sides of the chair, deliberately bent down, and asked: “Little Palace Master, are you waiting for this Lord to come and beg now? Huh?”
Feng Qingyun turned his face and said nothing, only showing the silhouette of his pursed lips, but there was a glint of something in his eyes.
For a second, Long Yin realized that he had never seen him show such a relaxed and happy appearance. Even if he were to carefully comb through the scattered memories he had accumulated for two lifetimes, Feng Qingyun always seemed to be in a state of sadness. And at present, that should have been more the case. Even with the dooming blood contract that could potentially hurt him at any time, Feng Qingyun’s posture was still more relaxed and comfortable than it had ever been in the past three hundred years.
Even if he counted his first life, one was afraid that he had never experienced the pleasure of the present.
Seeing his smug appearance, Long Yin couldn’t help but smile, patiently waiting for him.
Finally, Feng Qingyun thought for a long time, happily picking up a word he thought the Demon Emperor would never be willing to utter. He raised his eyes and said, “Your Majesty, I might be able to forgive you if you call me brother. Let me listen to that.”
When he said that, even the corners of his mouth were full of mirth as if he were very proud of his sneakiness.
And yet, Long Yin only sneered: “You thought for such a long time only to come up with that?”
“Leave me alone!” Feng Qingyun urged dissatisfiedly. “You were willing to lose the bet! You said it yourself that you admit defeat!”
He thought Long Yin would struggle for a while, never expecting he would be oh-so-willing to say it without hesitation. Leaning over, he whispered in Feng Qingyun’s ear: “Brother~.”
His voice was extremely low and mixed with the magnetism of a confident man. In addition to that, he also used a bit of Qi, making sure that the word could easily penetrate the soul and hit Feng Qingyun’s mind.
Feng Qingyun suddenly heard it, falling into a stupor. After coming back to his senses, he suddenly blushed, not realizing that, with his thin skin, it was still Long Yin who was taking full advantage of him. His heart also showed signs of jumping out of his chest, but he innocently thought it was the result of successfully fooling Long Yin.
He did not dare to think about it deeply. Instead, he cleared his throat and said, as if changing the topic: “Ruolin, come here.”
However, Bai Ruolin was still lying on the ground, looking at the sky without blinking and showing no signs of hearing anything.
Feng Qingyun was stunned.
Was she… Beaten into stupidity by Long Yin?!
He still did not dare to look at Long Yin… for the next second, Bai Ruolin suddenly jumped from the ground, like a carp out of water. The momentum around her seemed to change vaguely. Completely blind to her surroundings, she could only grab her sword and desperately slash down.
Feng Qingyun’s eyes turned cold as he pushed away the Demon Lord who was pressing on his body, raising his hand to counter her attack. The tremor after her sword was blocked made everyone present fall into silence, showing signs of something different.
Bai Ruolin actually had a breakthrough!
The little girl vaguely had the posture of the War Goddess who fearlessly defended the Heavenly Gate in Feng Qingyun’s previous life!
“Brother! I’ve done it!” After that sudden attack, she could no longer pretend to be serious, jumping around in surprise. “I’ve mastered it!”
She never expected that she would manage to overcome her bottleneck and advance in one single day, so at the moment, her eyes were full of: “Can I come with you now? Can I? Please ~”
Feng Qingyun cleared his throat and praised her from the bottom of his heart. “Naturally,” he said. “But Ruolin, you’ll really grow to become Changle Sword Master in the future, so you should act more seriously.”
However, someone else was also excited… The eyes of the man next to Feng Qingyun were just as vivid, clearly conveying: “Come and thank me already!” Bai Ruolin suddenly came to her senses, acting like advancing her cultivation also had a positive effect on her intelligence. “Thank you, Senior!” she bowed and said.
Long Yin waved his hand like a benevolent Master, but his words were a little subtle: “You’re welcome, but don’t worry. Your brother will thank me later on your behalf.”
Saying that in front of children made Feng Qingyun stare at him vaguely. Fortunately, Bai Ruolin was immersed in the beautiful dream of becoming a Sword Master at such a young age, so for a moment, she couldn’t care less about what they said.
There were four big realms in the cultivation world, each divided into three levels. In his previous life, Feng Qingyun reached the peak of Foundation Building, becoming a so-called Sword God. Although his cultivation was stuck there, unable to advance to Golden Core because of his inability to bloom, just relying on his Sword God level was enough to at least keep up with Long Yin1.
At present, Bai Ruolin has advanced her cultivation, entering the Sword Heart level at a very young age, right on track to becoming a Sword God like her brother. It could be said that she was invincible, with many underneath her and just a few above. As for those who could defeat her, there were fewer than ten in the entire cultivation world. Except for Feng Qingyun, Long Yin, and the healer Mu Tingwan, who never fought anyone, she could still run away from the rest if she couldn’t beat them.
In her previous life, Bai Ruolin only managed to break through Sword Heart a hundred years later, and even that gained her the title of a sword genius. What was happening now was virtually unheard of in the entire cultivation world. However, Bai Ruolin did not understand the seriousness of her advancement, only feeling joy over it. Thinking that she could finally accompany her brother on his quest to successfully bloom, she couldn’t wait to go back and pack her bags.
“Brother, shall we leave early tomorrow morning?” She asked with bright eyes.
“Hmm.” Feng Qingyun saw through her heart at a glance, saying, “While it’s still early, go back and get ready.”
The little girl was always excited for adventure, but she always had a hard time deciding what to take with her. Concerned that it will take her half a year to choose, Feng Qingyun urged her to start early. Bai Ruolin also knew she had that problem, so after listening to Feng Qingyun’s words, she bowed to the two Seniors, turned her head, and left.
After finally sending the child away, the dojo suddenly fell into a strange silence.
Feng Qingyun pursed his lips, deliberately acting like he was suddenly mute, and just as deliberately… Hugging his sword.
“Little Palace Master…” Long Yin’s voice sounded, and Feng Qingyun could almost guess his next words. “What should a gentleman say in this situation?”
Here we go, Feng Qingyun thought. Seeing no way to avoid it, he helplessly said: “…Okay, okay, I’m also willing to admit defeat.” Looking at Long Yin with his arms crossed, he continued: “Say it, how do you want me to thank you?”
Long Yin held back his words, only answering: “It looks like you’re not satisfied with my services, acting like you want to stab this Lord in the next second…”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” Feng Qingyun said. “Two more useless words and I’ll really stab you.”
“Okay, okay, then let me think about it…” Long Yin hooked the corners of his mouth, but still turned his words around, announcing: “This opportunity will be saved for the future. After all…”, he came forward and continued: “This Lord has already heard you call for me, and the words that haven’t been spoken yet should be said and listened to at the right time. What do you think, Little Palace Master?”
Feng Qing’s ears turned hot and, after squinting at him, he raised his hand to push that infuriating face away, warning: “If you dare to make me…!”
“It’s okay, I swear by my godly powers,” Long Yin answered. ” I won’t make you say anything embarrassing in front of outsiders.”
After three seconds of suspiciously looking at him, Feng Qingyun hummed softly, reluctantly believing in that promise. After that, he withdrew his hand and, by the way, moved his sword from his left hand back to his right.
Seeing his action, Long Yin said, “You promised you won’t stab me.”
Feng Qingyun glanced at him angrily, turned around, and left. In the end, it took Long Yin only a moment to raise his heels and follow him.
…………………….
The next day, it was already time to delve deeper into the hidden parts of the Demon World. There was a certain time difference between the area that Long Yin ruled and the smaller realms where the ancestral demon clans lived. Even for those who were beginners in cultivation, reaching Long Yin’s Demon Palace was just a matter of hours, but travelling deeper into the Demon World was a whole different story.
For Feng Qingyun, though, it was not the first time he interacted with the ancestral demon clans. As the acting Sect Leader of the Xiān Gōng Sect, he took care to preserve civil relationships with all members of the cultivation world. Just like the fox Patriarch personally attended the Heavenly Gate Ceremony every year, he too was required to participate in his fair share of celebrations, such as the Hundred Flowers Banquet and the Dance Festival.
However, there were simply too many festivals in the Demon World, and each time Feng Qingyun came over, he inevitably bumped into some sort of celebration. This time around, it was no exception.
At the boundary between realms, the Patriarch of the fox clan was waiting since early morning, flanked by a pair of tiger and wolf demons behind him. After seeing the three people emerging from the fog in front of him, he showed a timely smile. “Distinguished guests, welcome! I apologize for this humble one’s lack of manners, but with such short notice of your arrival, this is the best we could offer. I ask the guests not to be disappointed in the fox clan!”
“What are you saying?” Feng Qingyun hurriedly answered. “We are sorry to bother you. Please forgive our rudeness in coming over to disturb the Patriarch!”
Bai Ruolin was a sword idiot, concerned only with her cultivation. That type of “official gibberish” flew straight over her head, making her blink slowly and hide behind her brother, trying to make sense of what it was they were actually saying.
As for Long Yin, he listened to the “pleasantries” for a long time, unable to stop the sneer that threatened to form on his lips. “What kind of court speech is this? Just let us in already…”
Feng Qingyun looked at him expressionlessly. After three seconds, Long Yin lowered his head and said, “Got it. This Lord will shut up now.”
The fox Patriarch paused for a moment and then suddenly said, “I really shouldn’t use this kind of official language. The Second Palace Master is also from the demon clan. Even if our primordial bodies are inherently different, we still belong to the same family, so there’s no need to be polite with each other.”
Feng Qingyun also breathed a sigh of relief, answering: “Thank the Patriarch for your kind words.”
Long Yin didn’t say anything. Seeing that the moody Emperor was no longer dissatisfied, the fox Patriarch cleared his throat, continuing: “No worries, please follow me.” After saying that, he turned around and invited his distinguished guests to climb on his jade artefact.
As soon as they rose in the air, Feng Qingyun glanced over the familiar land that was spreading in front of his eyes. The fox Patriarch was named Qing Luo2, and judging him simply by appearance, he was a tall and handsome man.
However, there was a certain difference between his appearance and the idea of a fox demon present in the general imagination.
The ears were still there, and nine fluffy tails emerged from his back, showing his identity and prestige as the Patriarch of the entire fox clan.
However, he was not born into the nine-tailed heavenly fox bloodline. Rather than that, he was a simple, two-tailed blue fox who self-cultivated his way to greatness through hard work and determination.
The heavenly nine-tailed fox race, just like the dragons and the phoenixes, has been annihilated in the ancient war, leaving behind only one trace as the treasure of the entire fox clan…
…A piece of the celestial pendant, Tong Tianpei3.
Rumor said that thousands of years ago, the Patriarch of the heavenly nine-tailed fox clan was the Dao companion of the previous Demon Emperor, who was a God in his own right, with a body made completely out of white jade. Despite already reaching the Heavens, he abandoned his cultivation when the world fell into disarray, choosing to fall back to earth and accompany his fox lover in the form of a jade pendant. However, both of them died in the ancient war, and Tong Tianpei was broken into hundreds of pieces.
Although defeated, his godly essence was still preserved in the artefact he left behind, even though it was just a shard. It was said that a piece of the Tong Tianpei pendant could spy on both the heavenly Dao above and the cycle of reincarnation below. However, after thousands of years of erosion and with the heavenly Dao now dead, it was left with just two remaining abilities: assessing one’s innate potential and measuring romantic fate.
Now, the shard was placed at the foot of the Qingqiu Mountain, with colourful ribbons hanging from it. Countless little foxes touched it every day, praying for blessings in love.
However, it looked just like a regular stone, with not a single trace of godly aura.
When Feng Qingyun and Long Yin came to the fox clan this time, they did not hide their identities as they had before. Many foxes noticed their arrival, carefully watching from the side and assessing their intention…
All except the children who were busy praying for love under the Tong Tianpei.
Seeing the hustle and bustle, Feng Qingyun withdrew his gaze, asking the fox Patriarch: “Is there a celebration happening today?”
“That’s right,” Qing Luo answered. “You came over by chance, but today happens to be the Fairy Wine Festival. If you’d like, the three of you can share a glass of wine with us, wait for a dream, and talk about business later.”
In fact, sharing a glass of wine and waiting for a dream was the fox clan’s way of doing business. The fact that the fox Patriarch proposed it so early could only mean that he wanted to get drunk first, leaving his guests no room to refuse.
Therefore, Feng Qingyun immediately nodded and said, “We’ll listen to the Patriarch.”
Although Qing Luo dared to order them around because he had his entire clan backing him, he still subconsciously looked at Long Yin, only to see that the Demon Emperor didn’t object at all, with not a trace of the rude words he had thrown around in the beginning.
In fact, his temperament seemed to be mellow and pleasant, completely molded by Feng Qingyun’s presence in his life, just like the rumors said…
…As it turned out, the rumors were true.
The Demon Lord really went over to kidnap Lord Mu’s wife right under the eyes of countless guests and disciples; however, the Second Palace Master was not coerced but rather…
He was willing.
Thinking of the sword that smashed the Main Hall of Xiān Gōng Sect from thousands of miles away for no apparent reason, and the fact that Bai Ruolin was also there, Qing Luo became more and more sure about one thing.
Maybe other rumors were just as true. Maybe that Lord Mu was not as upright and decent as he seemed on the surface, either.
Although Feng Qingyun didn’t say anything clearly, he obviously carried a blood deed engraved in his bones, coming to their fox clan to look for a cure. As to who the Master of that blood deed was, it was really… As plain as day.
If that was the case, when the blood deed dissolved and the whole cultivation world found out about it, Qing Luo was afraid the Righteous Path was about to receive a blow they could never recover from.
However, it had nothing to do with him or his clan. The fox Patriarch showed not a single trace of doubt on his face, only taking his guests to rest.
……………………………
When night fell, the Fairy Wine Festival officially began.
Feng Qingyun was coaxed by Long Yin to change into a light gold and pink robe. Just as usual, he had no clue how the Demon Lord managed to pull exquisite clothes out of thin air.
The palace they were assigned to was different from where Bai Ruolin lived, so by the time they arrived, the little girl was already surrounded by several little foxes, sitting in the busiest place.
In the end, they found a secluded place to enjoy the banquet. As the name implied, the Fairy Wine Festival was a celebration of wine and joy. In his previous life, Feng Qingyun was also invited to participate several times, but because he was not good at drinking, he only went to be a bystander.
However, this time around, he got a drinking invitation from the fox Patriarch himself, so there was no way to escape it.
After nightfall, there were no candles to illuminate the festival, but countless fireflies floated around as lights. The participants were warned not to hurt them, or even take them away…
It’s just that the warning was obviously a simple piece of advice.
Long Yin reluctantly let go of seven or eight flustered fireflies, saying: “I just wanted to bring a few back~ It seems like fun…”
“…I don’t need it!” Feng Qingyun pressed his wrist and warned. “Be an honest man and don’t steal any!”
Long Yin looked at him without saying a word. In the night, the fireflies glimmered like starlight in his eyes, making Feng Qingyun fall into a stupor. However, he did not look away. The two of them looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. A moment later, Long Yin suddenly said, “If I’m not an honest man, would the Little Palace Master treat me differently?”
“Don’t forget that you live with me every day. Should you really doubt my honesty, Little Rose?”
As soon as he heard that nickname, Feng Qingyun became annoyed and angry, throwing the cup of fruit tea he was holding directly on his face. The dignified Demon Lord was naturally splashed. Among Feng Qingyun’s vivid anger and Long Yin’s undisguised intentions, the Fairy Wine Festival officially began.
Snake demons acting like waiters kept coming and going, holding leaf platters under the accompaniment of fairy music and joy. The first batch of wine was naturally reserved for the distinguished guests, and Long Yin did not refuse it, naturally accepting a platter that was full of small and delicate cups.
However, Feng Qingyun was dazed by the various options, saying, “I can’t drink that much. I’ll only take a cup.”
“I’m afraid a single cup won’t do. The liquor for the Fairy Wine Festival is served on a platter, especially made for guests to enjoy.” When the snake waiter heard his refusal, he immediately continued: “The fox Patriarch said to drink all the cups, have a good dream, and all Your Highness’s troubles will be solved.”
Feng Qingyun was stunned, suddenly understanding the meaning of those words.
Qing Luo was indeed planning to solve his problem by using the fox clan’s art of illusions.
However, as the most basic and lowest-level trick in the foxes’ arsenal, hooking a cultivator of his level was extremely difficult. Even if he fully cooperated, it was still hard to fool his divine consciousness enough to completely embrace the illusion…
So at present, getting drunk was indeed the fastest way to solve the problem.
Feng Qingyun hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he still thanked the waiter, taking the leaf platter in his arms. The wine was the best fruit wine available in the Demon World, with a mellow fragrance that instantly pervaded. But Feng Qingyun still looked down at the little cups in front of him, not taking the next step. For a moment, he was even hesitant.
…He never got completely drunk before, so he had no idea how he would react.
“Just drink it.” Long Yin saw the staggering at the bottom of his heart, continuing: “Look at me… This Lord is already drunk. What are you afraid of?”
Feng Qingyun recovered slightly, but still whispered: “…I’m not as loose as you.”
“What are you saying?” Long Yin raised his eyebrows and asked. “I’m an upright gentleman, don’t you believe me?”
Feng Qingyun: “…”
He was afraid that there was more than one different character in the words “gentleman” and “Long Yin”.
But the fox Patriarch opened his mouth, so he had to give him face. Also, the urgent matter of his blood deed needed to be solved quickly, so pretending to be coy didn’t help.
Finally, Feng Qingyun drank one of the wine cups. The aroma was sweet and silky, and the taste was very light, only leaving a vague fragrance between his lips.
However, a few little cups later, the wine slowly climbed to his head. Feng Qingyun looked in the distance as Bai Ruolin was playing with a couple of fox girls. Suddenly, he remembered that little episode from his previous life, when one of Mu Hanyang’s friends seemed to get drunk at the Fairy Wine Festival, trying to force himself on a fox girl.
What happened after that… Mu Hanyang seemed to take that cultivator back to the Xiān Gōng Sect, accompanied by a rather beautiful young boy in red robes… As for the names of those people, he couldn’t remember clearly.
But the fact that he was forced to break one of his vines to save that drunkard was still vivid in his mind, as vivid as the pain he felt that day. And yet, it was a memory that seemed to belong to another world.
No, he shouldn’t think about that…
Feng Qingyun was stunned, realizing that everything felt like it had happened a lifetime ago. After his rebirth, the only injury he sustained was stabbing his hand with his sword to regain clarity… completely different from the situation of breaking his vines and buds at any time, as he did in his previous life.
Holding one empty wine cup that magically turned into a full one, Feng Qingyun turned his head under the dim light, looking at the man who had accompanied him so far. Suddenly, he had an impulse and blurted out: “…Long Yin.”
That man had been looking at him without blinking for a long time. Hearing his name, he asked with a smile: “What’s wrong?”
…Of course, he was eager to respond to whatever Feng Qingyun wanted.
“No, I’m sorry…” I called on you without thinking.
Feng Qingyun lowered his eyes to cover the last half of his sentence. Then, he turned around and demanded, “Give me your wine cup. The fruit wine they gave me is not strong enough, so getting drunk will take a long time.”
As if…
It was clear that he was already drunk; otherwise, he would have never asked to exchange wine cups. Seeing his seemingly serious look, Long Yin laughed, deliberately handing his wine cup to him with some kind of obscure thoughts in his head and saying, “No need to ask. Whatever you want to drink, it’s all yours.”
Feng Qingyun took a big sip of the wine in his hands, completely unprepared. Instantly, the stimulating aroma of wine exploded in his mouth, forcing him to swallow unconsciously.
Countless white lights flashed in front of his eyes, and for a second, Feng Qingyun couldn’t understand how a human could even be able to drink that. And yet… The taste was almost magical or at least… Magical enough to compel him to lick the rim of the cup with the tip of his tongue.
Long Yin stared at that red tongue with obscure eyes, not saying anything for a long time.
To maintain clarity while cultivating the sword, most cultivators never touch alcohol. And of course, that was even more valid for those who belonged to the Righteous Path. But there were always exceptions.
For example, Mu Hanyang often socialized with friends, so drinking couldn’t be avoided.
On the other side of the banquet, Bai Ruolin was also coaxed by some fox sisters to drink until her face turned red. A couple of sips later, she actually fell asleep on the table, making everyone laugh. The fox girls have never met someone so pure, so after making sure she was just asleep and not sick, they covered her with their fox tails, keeping Bai Ruolin warm while they continued to have fun.
As a senior brother, Feng Qingyun should be stronger than his sister, but obviously, his resistance to alcohol was just as bad. After being half-coaxed and half-deceived by Long Yin into drinking yet another cup of wine, he started looking straight ahead in a daze, completely out of it.
Long Yin took a sip of wine and said, “Little Rose.”
“…?”
Feng Qingyun raised his eyes, slightly confused. However, Long Yin only repeated: “Little Rose.”
This time around, Feng Qingyun frowned slightly and said: “…Don’t yell at me.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I’m sorry.” Feng Qingyun shook his head, but didn’t say whether he liked it or not. Feeling a little dizzy, he wanted to touch the fruits on the table, planning to eat some. Long Yin quickly came up, feeding him an already peeled lychee. After that, he coaxed: “Say thank you, my dragon God.”
“You’re annoying!” Feng Qingyun frowned and pushed him away. However, after a while, he actually whispered: “…Thank you, my dragon God.”
Such a defenseless, easy-to-fool look made Long Yin suddenly stop his movements. In the night, he quietly looked at Feng Qingyun, but just as his brain started to flood with bad water, Feng Qingyun swallowed the lychee and asked with confusion: “Have I… Taken in any essence today?”
Oh well…
A couple of moments ago, the Demon Lord would have dared to swear on Heaven itself that he was a true gentleman, but now… After coming back to his senses, he immediately said without changing his face: “Not yet.”
Feng Qingyun paused, blankly looking at the noisy and warm celebration around him. Realizing it was already night, he suddenly frowned, acting as if he had discovered a big problem. As for the Demon Lord, he gently surrounded them with his demonic Qi, blocking all the curious eyes that were watching their every move. After making sure it was safe, he deliberately said, “Look, it’s already nighttime. If you don’t feed soon and that damned blood deed starts acting up, we might end up making a mess here, in the fox territory.”
Of course, the drunk Feng Qingyun was easily deceived by the words that sounded righteous. Answering in a daze, he looked up and clumsily kissed Long Yin.
But even if his brain was dull at the moment, he still remembered he was in someone else’s territory, with countless eyes watching them in the dark. That kind of unwarranted speculation made his scalp tingle with shame, unwilling to open his eyes. In the end, Feng Qingyun kissed randomly, trying to hook Long Yin’s essence at the maximum speed.
Under the influence of drunkenness, his already poor skills returned straight to the original point, making him less proficient in feeding than ever before. Anxious and ashamed, Feng Qingyun started messing around, not even caring when his robes were torn open. Like a sticky cat demon, he hooked Long Yin’s neck and kissed him, blindly licking his lips.
In the end, the hot and soft tongue with the fragrance of wine finally hooked away what turned out to be… That day’s second feeding.
If it were any other prey, they could only obediently go and reincarnate that night, completely drained of essence. However, Long Yin was not only powerful, but also… Already used to being sucked dry.
It’s just that the thought still crossed his mind for a brief second. If he didn’t pay attention while coaxing his beauty, even the slightest mistake could lead to him actually becoming fertilizer for his rose.
From that perspective, it was difficult to say who took advantage of whom.
After they separated, Feng Qingyun took a sip of wine, trying to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary had happened. However, his personality was just like that, easily embarrassed but also regretful over his tendency to always turn to anger when ashamed.
In the end, he could only make a shocking remark under the increasing effect of the alcohol.
“After I finish blooming… I thought about how to thank you…”, he said while looking at the moon in a daze.
Long Yin peeled another lychee and fed it to him. After that, he whispered, “Care to share it with this Lord?”
Feng Qingyun pursed his lips, finally withdrawing his eyes from the moon and placing them on the man in front of him. “For a flower demon, their essence is concentrated in the nectar their flowers produce,” he started. “I decided that… After I finally bloom, I’ll brew my nectar into wine and give it to you… As a thank you.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, Long Yin’s breathing stagnated. Looking at Feng Qingyun with a slightly stupid gaze, he suddenly wondered whether the drunk little rose even knew what he was saying.
But in the end, the bad wolf chose not to warn him. After his gaze turned from stupid to dangerous and meaningful, the Demon Emperor took advantage of the drunk beauty, bowing his head to kiss him once more.
“Okay, then I’ll drink your wine,” Long Yin said. “Little Palace Master, don’t break your promise.”
- The author uses the same 4 cultivation stages we are used to encountering in this type of novel: Qi Condensation, Foundation Building, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul. Apparently, each of them is further divided into 3 levels. We know that Feng Qingyun is in the latest level of Foundation Building, close to advancing to Golden Core, that Long Yin and Mu Hanyang are both in Golden Core, alongside 7 other unnamed cultivators, and that there’s only one Nascent Soul cultivator, the healer Mu Tingwan. Now we also know that Bai Ruolin is in the Foundation Building, probably advancing from level 1 to level 2. ↩︎
- 青罗- with 青 (Qīng) meaning green and 罗 (Luó) meaning to collect/to catch. ↩︎
- 通天佩, with 通 (Tōng) meaning to open/to pass through, 天 (Tiān) meaning sky, and 佩 (Pèi) meaning to wear. Could very literally translate to “wearing something that opens the sky”, so a celestial pendant. ↩︎
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