Chapter 953: Is Being Popular Wrong, Too?

Long Qingyue knew what others thought of Ye Wenxin and how things had progressed between them. Yet, nothing aside from kissing had happened between her and Ye Wenxin. Nothing could.

She was the first, so why was she the last to taste the soup or meat? She thought as long as she ruined Ye Wenxin, Ye Wenxin would obediently stay by her side. Hence, Long Qingyue didn’t hesitate to take drastic action.

Everyone around had fallen into a daze when she lost control of her emotions. No one heard their conversation. If Long Qingyue wished, she could make this entire group slit their own throats to make the environment quieter for them.

“Huh? Am I that popular?” But Ye Wenxin never realized Sister Hong and Han Shanxue had some fondness for her. She had only interacted with them purely as a friend. She hadn’t expected that they would harbor such fantasies.

“Gu Qingcheng!” Long Qingyue shouted reprimandingly. Feeling slightly awkward, Ye Wenxin hurriedly said, “I didn’t do anything! People’s feelings are beyond their control sometimes. You know that.”

“So I’ll cut off your hands and feet. See how you can make them lose control then.” Long Qingyue was truly anxious now. Her emotions had never been this out of control before. It was almost like a force was altering her thoughts, making her aggressive.

“Yue’er, calm down. If you do this, how are you any different from Ran’er? Getting my body, but not my heart—isn’t that even more painful?” Ye Wenxin tried her best to talk Long Qingyue down while also wondering what was happening with the woman.

Maybe Liu Churan’s nickname or something Ye Wenxin said afterward had snapped her out of it. Long Qingyue’s gaze gradually returned to normal. A red light flickered in her eyes, and the spirits lurking around them abruptly appeared. When they saw how vicious Long Qingyue looked, they immediately fled.

“So it was vengeful spirits,” Ye Wenxin said, relieved after discovering the truth. “I knew you wouldn’t be like Ran’er.”

But Long Qingyue kept staring at those vengeful spirits. Something still didn’t seem right.

How could mere vengeful spirits influence her, a control-type cultivator? Long Qingyue looked around. “Where’s that ghost who always follows you?”

“Oh, I sent her to investigate the situation.”

Long Qingyue’s expression suddenly changed. “She’s in dange—”

Before she finished her sentence, the ceiling collapsed. The two immediately leaped away and saw Ghost Mother amidst the rubble. She had turned transparent as if she had suffered immense pain.

Ghost Mother’s breakthrough had made her much stronger. Ye Wenxin thought she could fight the enemy to a draw but had not expected this.

She hurried forward to check on her.

Ghost Mother glanced at Ye Wenxin. “I can still fight.”

“Like hell, you can. Return to the umbrella sword and rest.”

Ghost Mother seemed hesitant. She had finally gotten a chance to prove herself but ended up humiliated. “The enemy is intangible and capable of mind control. That’s how it pushed me this far.”

Without waiting for Ye Wenxin’s response, Ghost Mother returned to the umbrella sword.

Ye Wenxin wanted to check the situation upstairs but would prefer not to have these innocent people around.

“Yue’er, drive them all outside.”

Long Qingyue had come to the Treasure Pavilion because of this anomaly. She found it even more interesting after being affected by mind control herself. She snapped her fingers, and the people on the first floor began to stagger toward the door. All signs of ordinary human presence soon disappeared from the building.

“White.”

“Big Baby.”

The white furball emerged from the floor, while Long Qingyue’s black cat, Big Baby, appeared from her spirit pet bracelet.

The black and white cats looked at each other and bared their teeth. Even though they were both felines, there was no harmony between them.

“Come back.”

“……”

They called back their pets, their eyes showing slight exasperation.

“Aren’t they supposed to get along?” Ye Wenxin complained. “How are they so incompatible?”

The corners of Long Qingyue’s lips lifted. “Maybe Big Baby saw you bullying me, so she’s avenging me.”

Big Baby didn’t dare say anything, much less tell Ye Wenxin that Long Qingyue had made her do that.

Looking at White trembling, Ye Wenxin knew Big Baby had thoroughly intimidated her. She picked White up and gently comforted her.

Big Baby watched enviously. She flopped onto the floor, hoping Long Qingyue would pet and cuddle her. However, after [The Demon Lord’s Unofficial History—Volume 2] came out, Long Qingyue developed a trauma toward her pet. Ignoring Big Baby, she had Big Baby enlarge herself and carry her upstairs.

Having a mount would speed things up and give them better chances of escaping if they were subjected to mind control. Ye Wenxin had the same thought and carefully explained to White what she wanted her to do.

White listened intently but wasn’t as sharp as Liuli. Big Baby watched with disdain and meowed at Ye Wenxin a few times.

“She’s telling you to give up that weak demonic beast and join us.” Long Qingyue helpfully translated for once. Even if White was just a pet, Long Qingyue didn’t want her getting too close to Ye Wenxin.

After all, Ye Wenxin wouldn’t even spare ghosts. Who knew if she might take an interest in a furball?

“Weak?” Ye Wenxin sounded indignant. “My daughters aren’t weak. White, show Sister Yue’er how awesome you are!”

White might not be very smart, but the last part was simple enough for her to understand. Once she had grown bigger, Ye Wenxin jumped nimbly onto her back and sped off. Seeing this, Big Baby anxiously started climbing through the hole after them. Long Qingyue sat sidesaddle on Big Baby’s back, breathtakingly beautiful even in such an environment.

Ye Wenxin didn’t pay much attention to anything else, her mind full of thoughts about the secret on the Treasure Pavilion’s top floor. What magic item lay hidden within the multi-layered box that even Long Qingyue’s mind couldn’t resist?

If she obtained it, could she do whatever she wanted to Long Qingyue? Ye Wenxin began fantasizing, longing to be stronger instead of always being weak before Long Qingyue.

As they went higher up, the oppressive gloom became stifling. Ye Wenxin raised the umbrella sword, and Long Qingyue took out her talismans. Their gazes met, and without hesitation, they charged toward the attacking spirits.