Chapter 87

Chapter 87: A Feast for the Senses

Sang Nian wanted to comfort him, but didn’t know how to begin.

The pressure he carried was too heavy, anything she said would seem shallow.

In the end, she could only purse her lips, taking the box from his hand:

“Then we’ll be off.”

Xiao Zhuochen gave a detailed warning:

“Don’t go south, there’s a snake demon there, extremely powerful, you wouldn’t be a match for it.”

Sang Nian: “Understood, we’ll be extra careful.”

A faint smile appeared on Xiao Zhuochen’s pale face:

“Then, safe travels.”

Sang Nian took two steps, then suddenly turned back:

“Can you stay here until the secret realm closes?”

Xiao Zhuochen: “Why?”

Of course, it was so she could avoid his glares for a few more days.

Sang Nian found an excuse, pointing at Little Pufferfish with her chin:

“This kid is too lonely, he wants you to stay and play with him.”

Xiao Zhuochen hesitated: “This…”

Sang Nian lightly kicked Little Pufferfish.

Little Pufferfish was very quick-witted, and immediately started crying:

“The other little fish in the river don’t want to play with me, woo woo woo, I’m so miserable.”

Xiao Zhuochen’s attitude softened:

“Alright, I’ll stay here for a while.”

Little Pufferfish: “Great!”

He ran to the bedside, patting Xiao Zhuochen like a little adult:

“Brother, go to sleep, when you wake up, your wounds won’t hurt anymore.”

Xiao Zhuochen, as if thinking of something, looked dejected:

“When Xiao Jing was young, he used to say that too.”

Sang Nian got annoyed thinking about that dead kid:

“I saw him yesterday, he’s doing great, you don’t need to worry about him, worry about yourself more.”

Learning about his brother’s condition, Xiao Zhuochen breathed a sigh of relief:

“Thank you.”

Sang Nian turned and left.

Chu Yao and Shen Mingchao followed on either side.

Just like when they came, the Pufferfish King brought them ashore, then dived back into the water.

Suddenly returning to the sunlight from the dimly lit riverbed, Sang Nian was a little uncomfortable.

She lowered her head and rubbed her eyes:

“I wonder how Xie Chenzhou is doing, if he’s being beaten up.”

Chu Yao looked into the distance:

“I wonder how Ayin is doing, if she’s encountered that fox spirit.”

Shen Mingchao was worried:

“I wonder how Wen Buyu is doing, if he’s gone the wrong way.”

The three of them sighed in unison:

“Sigh…”

In the forest.

Cultivators were sprawled all over the ground, muttering curses as they disappeared one after another.

Xie Chenzhou picked up Jade Marrow one by one, completely unaffected.

“Young Master is truly diligent.”

A young man slowly emerged from behind a tree.

He looked Xie Chenzhou up and down, clapping and laughing:

“Wearing this robe, anyone who doesn’t know better would think you’re a disciple of a sect.”

Xie Chenzhou’s face turned cold: “Why are you here?”

Qing Gui laughed: “The Lord sent me to retrieve something.”

“I’ve come to retrieve”

He deliberately slowed down his speech:

“Kun, Mountain, Jade, Broken, Piece.”

The moment the words fell, killing intent surged from Xie Chenzhou.

“If you dare,” he said word for word, “I will kill you.”

On the other side, on the peak of the snowy mountain.

Su Xueyin was walking with Gu Bai, whom she had encountered by chance.

“Brother Gu Bai.”

She stepped on the snow, making a crunching sound under her feet:

“There’s clearly no demonic aura here, why are we here?”

Gu Bai said:

“It’s not that there isn’t any, it’s just hidden too well, very easy to be ambushed.”

Su Xueyin immediately became vigilant, constantly looking around.

The north wind howled, snow flurries danced in the air.

Cold enough to freeze water solid.

She had an ice spirit root and wasn’t affected, but Gu Bai coughed twice.

“Brother Gu Bai, are you cold?” she asked.

Gu Bai said: “I’m fine.”

Su Xueyin said:

“There’s a cave over there, let’s go in and warm up by the fire.”

They walked into the cave ahead.

Unexpectedly, there was already someone inside.

Beside the ashes that had been extinguished for some time, a young man in purple clothes was curled up in a ball, shivering violently.

“Yue Qingxi?!”

Su Xueyin recognized his earring and immediately confirmed his identity, running over:

“What’s wrong with you?”

Yue Qingxi recognized her and managed to say:

“Be… careful.”

Su Xueyin: “Careful of what?”

Before Yue Qingxi could speak, a sharp shriek suddenly echoed from the entrance of the cave.

Gu Bai reacted very quickly, swinging his sword to block the pale claws that attacked.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, the attacker turned and ran.

“It’s a snow demon.” He turned back, his expression calm, “I’ll deal with it, wait for me here.”

With that, he flew after the snow demon.

Only Su Xueyin and Yue Qingxi remained in the cave.

Yue Qingxi was still shivering, his face pale and bluish from the cold.

Su Xueyin hesitated for a moment, then took out her own cloak and draped it over him.

The young man’s half-moon-like face was buried in the fluffy fox fur, his eyes curved as he smiled at her:

“Not going to attack? I have twenty Jade Marrow, you know.”

Su Xueyin was still angry at him for deceiving her, and she stubbornly didn’t reply, starting a fire by herself.

Yue Qingxi’s amber eyes never left her, and he didn’t speak either.

The fire soon started, and the warmth gradually filled the cave.

The light danced on his half-face, creating a long line of light and shadow, swaying along with the flickering flames.

By the fifty-sixth flicker, Su Xueyin finally gave in.

She said: “Why did you lie to me?”

Yue Qingxi: “Lie about what?”

Su Xueyin turned her head away, her tone unusually bad:

“You said your name was Yuexi.”

Yue Qingxi laughed:

“So that’s what you’re angry about.”

Hearing his laughter, Su Xueyin didn’t know why, but she was even more upset.

“Well, for someone like Master Yue, using a fake name when traveling is only natural, I’m being too nosy.”

As she spoke, she turned to leave.

Yue Qingxi suddenly said:

“It’s not a fake name.”

Su Xueyin stopped in her tracks.

Yue Qingxi slowly said:

“Yuexi is my real name. Before I joined the Hehuan Sect, I was always called Yuexi.”

“I’ve only told one person this name.”

Su Xueyin bit her lip:

“How do I know you’re not lying to me.”

Yue Qingxi was much warmer and no longer shivering.

He sat up against the wall, saying helplessly:

“I can swear on it.”

Su Xueyin moved back in small steps, squatting down to continue roasting by the fire, her cheeks flushed from the heat:

“It doesn’t matter to me what name you use.”

She was squatting, and her skirt was dragging on the ground.

Yue Qingxi watched for a moment, then reached out a finger from under the cloak, gently touching the hem of her skirt.

Carefully.

Su Xueyin didn’t notice, and asked him:

“Did the snow demon attack you?”

Yue Qingxi hummed, his voice tinged with laughter:

“It’s truly fortunate to meet Daoist Su here, the blow I received was worth it.”

As he spoke, the agate pendant on his ear swayed slightly, reflecting a brilliant line of light on his jade-like face.

He looked up at her, his phoenix eyes long and narrow, his lips red as blood.

The real demon is right here.

Su Xueyin thought inexplicably.

No wonder Ayao repeatedly warned her to stay away from the Hehuan Sect.

The people in this sect are truly…

A feast for the senses.

At the same time.

Wen Buyu, who had been traveling all night but was getting further and further away from his destination:

“He looked up at the sky with a faint sadness on his face:

“Ah, I went the wrong way.”