Chapter 981: Don’t Try to Guess Yue’er’s Thoughts

Ye Wenxin briefly drifted through the air before returning to her body.

She hissed. “That hurts.” It felt like acid was melting her hand down to the bone.

Meanwhile, Long Qingyue had somehow given Ghost Mother a beating before slowly entering her body. She sat there watching Ye Wenxin, her expression innocent.

Seeing how calm and relaxed she looked, Ye Wenxin felt sure this was not as simple as it seemed. “Yue’er, be honest—did you experiment with my body? Don’t worry, I won’t hit you. I couldn’t bear to. Just tell me the truth. Why is my body reacting so strangely?”

After all, this was a rare chance. If Long Qingyue could destroy a dynasty on a whim, she could just as capriciously use Ye Wenxin’s body for some mad experiment.

“Do I look like the type?” Long Qingyue smiled ambiguously, not admitting anything.

Ye Wenxin couldn’t do anything about her. Getting the truth out of Long Qingyue was harder than reaching the heavens.

But with her Iceborn Constitution gone, didn’t that mean she no longer needed to keep her guard up? Ye Wenxin quivered.

Not from delight but fear.

If people found out she could go all the way, there was no telling what revenge they might take. Worry flooded her mind, but Long Qingyue took her right hand before she could spiral further.

“It’s starting to heal.”

“What is?”

Ye Wenxin looked in confusion at the hand Long Qingyue held. It was noticeably healing and seamlessly merged with her arm again as if the festering effect had been an illusion.

“Looks like your body chooses its soul,” Long Qingyue provided her second conclusion. Ye Wenxin’s body still hid many secrets she couldn’t uncover yet.

But one thing was certain: only Ye Wenxin could truly command this body.

“Of course it does. It’s my body. If I’m not fit for it, who is?” Ye Wenxin didn’t miss the implication. Her thoughts again drifted to Immortal Lord Taohua.

Now that she carefully thought about it, her body was most likely the source of her involvement with Immortal Lord Taohua. But Ye Wenxin would never surrender her body. She was its sole master. If anyone should surrender, it was Immortal Lord Taohua.

Ye Wenxin couldn’t hold back her killing intent. Long Qingyue smoothed the furrow between her brows, smiling. “You’re angry again.”

“Just suddenly felt like killing someone,” confessed Ye Wenxin, still worried that Immortal Lord Taohua might be a harem queen even Long Qingyue couldn’t resist.

Long Qingyue played with Ye Wenxin’s hair, her voice quiet and gentle as she spoke.

“They’ve arrived.”

Ye Wenxin nearly jumped up, but Long Qingyue held her down.

“What interests me,” she continued, her smile laced with a chilling undertone, “is that they didn’t bother entering the capital discreetly. It looks like they don’t take the Eldest Princess seriously.”

‘They’ were, of course, Liu Churan and the peach blossom demon.

However, Ye Wenxin had now allied with Long Qingyue, which put the odds of her victory at 50-50.

“They even signed up for the recruitment,” Long Qingyue added, genuinely surprised. She hadn’t expected her next encounter with Liu Churan to unfold in such a new direction.

“That’s pretty normal. Everyone knows you’re desperate for talent. If the peach blossom demon wants to win you over, she must impress you first.” Ye Wenxin didn’t find it surprising. She had initially planned to do something similar herself.

She was supposed to appear masked and shine brilliantly at the recruitment event. However, she unexpectedly ran into Long Qingyue before she could implement the plan.

If that hadn’t happened, two masked contenders would be fighting to the death in the final duel.

“Hehe. Looks like I’ll need to make the test a little harder,” Long Qingyue mused, lightly touching her chin.

Ye Wenxin knew only two types of people existed in her world: the dull and the interesting.

After Ye Wenxin described the peach blossom demon, Long Qingyue categorized her as the latter. That worked out for what Ye Wenxin had planned. She believed Han Shanxue would become rabid upon seeing that demon’s face.

Ye Wenxin smirked, and her gaze met Long Qingyue’s. The two had been villains for many years, so their minds were full of devious tricks.

“Qingcheng, you thought of something, didn’t you?”

“Me? No, no. I should ask you, Yue’er. What were you thinking about, looking so pleased?”

The two deflected each other’s question, their smiles concealing their thoughts.

Ye Wenxin and Long Qingyue continued their conversation. Their relationship seemed to have improved since the body swap.

While Ye Wenxin had gained a deeper understanding of Long Qingyue’s eccentricities, Long Qingyue’s insecurity eased after experimenting on Ye Wenxin’s body. They chatted endlessly about everything and nothing. Had Xiao Zhang not come to find them at nightfall, the two might’ve talked under the covers until morning.

Still, Ye Wenxin had to return. The peach blossom demon’s early arrival forced her to accelerate her training. She intended to reach Fengua Xueyue’s first stage by tonight.

“You could stay, you know,” Long Qingyue tempted. Though she was the dignified Eldest Princess, the most powerful woman on the continent, she knew how to be seductive when she wanted to be.

Long Qingyue was undeniably captivating but also a man-eating plant.

“Let’s rain check on that.” Ye Wenxin awkwardly waved her hand. “I don’t want to be drained dry.”

But once the words left her mouth, she realized how suggestive they sounded.

Long Qingyue smiled lightly and made a graceful “go ahead” gesture.

Her face only showed calm elegance, not a single sign of discomfiture. She was so perfect that she seemed unreal.

Ye Wenxin left in a fluster, Xiao Zhang escorting her.

Long Qingyue had claimed another victory in their psychological sparring.

As Ye Wenxin fell into contemplative silence, Xiao Zhang noticed something odd and asked, “Cultivator Ye, did you change your clothes?”

Ye Wenxin looked down. Sure enough, she was wearing Long Qingyue’s clothes.

Long Qingyue loved beautiful garments. Even her simplest outfits were made from fabrics worth 1,000 spirit stones. The one Ye Wenxin had on was anything but ordinary. In fact, she had a strong hunch it was one of Long Qingyue’s favorite outfits.