Chapter 188: Laughing at Romance

“Ye Meijing” originally wanted to ask Fairy Fengya how she knew about Long Qing’er, but then she got distracted watching Fairy Fengya perfectly finish all the leftover food on the plate, and suddenly thought that Fairy Fengya seemed very easy to take care of.

“Master, are you that hungry?”

“No, it’s just a habit.” Fairy Fengya replied. She set down her chopsticks and took out a handkerchief from her bag of holding to wipe her mouth.

“Ye Meijing” couldn’t help but feel that the handkerchief looked very familiar.

It was not because “Ye Meijing” had used a similar handkerchief before, but rather because she remembered seeing such a cloth once auctioned for an astronomical price of a billion spirit stones.

At that time, a certain someone who was still Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng happened to be watching the spectacle, so she had a very vivid memory of this piece of cloth.

She remembered that it was rumored to have come from the heavenly realm, impervious to swords and spears, resistant to water and fire, and even more effective than protective magic items like the Golden Cicada Soft Armor¹.

To prove the strength of this cloth, “Ye Meijing”, as the Demon Lord, had been invited on stage to attack it, and something terrifying happened; despite being at ninth-stage Nascent Soul, she couldn’t damage the cloth at all.

In the end, the cloth was auctioned off to a mysterious family, causing an even greater sensation.

So, if “Ye Meijing’s” memory served right, why hadn’t such a powerful cloth been used to craft spiritual garments, but instead ended up as Fairy Fengya’s napkin?

The more “Ye Meijing” thought about it, the more unsettled she became; ever since encountering Fairy Fengya, everything had deviated from the realm of normalcy.

“Master, is that a handkerchief you’re using?”

“I don’t know; it was a gift from someone else.”

Fairy Fengya responded indifferently, each word striking at “Ye Meijing’s” fragile heart.

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, but she could only take deep breaths to calm her anger, lest one day she might be enraged to death by Fairy Fengya without even knowing it.

“Could it be that the three ancient manuals you brought out before were also gifts from someone else?”

“Ye Meijing” continued gossiping, recalling that although she had taken the [Soul Suppressing Eighteen Needles], she still couldn’t stop thinking about the [God-Slaying Sword Technique] and the [Record of Divine Weapons].

“Oh, they were from Great-Grandmother.”

Fairy Fengya answered honestly, no longer avoiding the topic of her necklace with “Ye Meijing”.

“I knew it. Don’t tell me, this Great-Grandma is called Zhu Ling, the unlucky Fairy Zhu Ling from a thousand years ago who failed to ascend—Ah, Master, why did you hit me?”

Previously, Ling Jue had already analyzed the origin of the [Soul Suppressing Eighteen Needles]; recalling the other manuals and the Azure Wings Sect’s legends, “Ye Meijing” believed that it could be none other than the unlucky Fairy Zhu Ling.

But she hadn’t expected that Fairy Fengya would actually hit her.

Although it didn’t hurt at all, “Ye Meijing” still felt a bit aggrieved by the slap.

“Great-Grandmother asked me to do it, saying you lack a sense of reverence.”

“Never had any to begin with. Anyway, I heard it was because of a romantic affair; Master, I have many scandalous stories about Fairy Zhu Ling, do you want to hear one—” Before she could finish her sentence, Fairy Fengya sealed her Mute Point again, this time also sealing three acupoints in her Dantian.

This simple acupoint sealing had little effect on “Ye Meijing”, but she was no longer Demon Lord Gu Qingcheng; even though she felt wronged, she could only endure the damage from Fairy Fengya.

Fairy Fengya watched “Ye Meijing” finally quiet down; after neatly tidying up the bowls and chopsticks, she stood up.

“Let’s go; time to head back.”

“Ye Meijing” was speechless, her curiosity only growing due to Fairy Fengya’s actions just now. If she remembered correctly, Fairy Fengya was said to be of noble birth, so why were her actions of eating and cleaning up so practiced?

“Ye Meijing” was even more puzzled, but even if she wanted to ask, all she could manage were muffled sounds.

The moonlight was bright tonight, and along the road, many disciples could be seen sitting and meditating; seeing as Fairy Fengya had left the route to her, “Ye Meijing” decided to lead Fairy Fengya towards a secluded grove known for being a romantic meeting spot.

Firstly, it was still early, and “Ye Meijing” was not sleepy at all. Secondly, she specifically wanted to disgust Fairy Fengya and see how she, who was wholeheartedly pursuing immortality, would react to these scenes.

“Xue Xue.”

“Tai Tai.”

It was precisely because of the Immortal Sect Grand Tournament that many disciples who had gone out for training returned to the Azure Wings Sect, displaying various forms of affection with their Dao companions; one could imagine how extravagant the scenes were just from the voices.

Not to mention someone with keen eyesight like “Ye Meijing”, who could clearly see and understand every detail.

To let Fairy Fengya appreciate it carefully, “Ye Meijing” slowed down her pace, then carefully observed the subtle changes on Fairy Fengya’s face.

But from earlier until now, her face looked the same as usual.

A woman who couldn’t even be affected by the Spring Return Pill, left one truly wondering what kind of person could stir her emotions.

“Ye Meijing” curiously looked at Fairy Fengya, only to find Fairy Fengya also looking at her.

The gentle moonlight cast a warmer glow against the coolness in Fairy Fengya’s eyes, yet there was no particular emotion in them.

“Ye Meijing” took a step forward, finally allowing Fairy Fengya’s eyes to contain a shadow of her presence.

“Why did you bring me here?” Fairy Fengya calmly asked.

“Ye Meijing” pointed to her throat, indicating for Fairy Fengya to release her Mute Point.

Fairy Fengya shook her head. “It’s better for you to be quiet for a while, disciple.” “Ye Meijing” felt even more frustrated upon hearing this, and thought of any way to stir Fairy Fengya’s emotions.

But because “Ye Meijing” couldn’t speak, the sounds around her became even clearer—the sound of breathing, wrestling movements, and the heartfelt cries of souls blending together.

“Ye Meijing” was a little hot and bothered, but Fairy Fengya remained standing there, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

“Ye Meijing’s” mischievous hand moved again, grabbing Fairy Fengya’s. Her hand was warm, while Fairy Fengya’s remained cold. Seeing “Ye Meijing’s” actions, Fairy Fengya finally frowned slightly, her voice turning cold. “I really don’t understand why you all like these things so much.”

From that tone, Fairy Fengya didn’t seem entirely ignorant of the truth beneath these sounds; there was even a hint of disgust. “Ye Meijing” turned a deaf ear, quickly closing the distance between her and Fairy Fengya, pressing her against the nearby wall.

Fairy Fengya thought “Ye Meijing” was trying to force herself on her, and intended to give her a profound lesson. However, “Ye Meijing” just gently leaned in, making a shushing gesture.

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Footnotes:

1. – The Golden Cicada Soft Armor is a popular item in Xianxia stories, and typically serves as a protective artifact or piece of clothing that grants the wearer significant defensive capabilities.
   
   It has enhanced defense, is lightweight and flexible, imbued with special abilities (self-repair, resistance, etc.), and seen as a status symbol due to its rarity and high value. ↩︎