Ling Luo looked at him, her eyes clearly saying “You’re lying.”

Yue Liangze’s words made her recall many things.

Ling Luo had once abandoned Yue Liangze in Nan Jiang City and left on her own. She thought that as a disciple of the Sacred Sword Sect if people discovered him fooling around with her, it would be scandalous. The immortal sect members would certainly attack this point relentlessly. People’s words could be devastating, enough to flay him alive even if it didn’t kill him.

By then, Ling Luo no longer cared what others said about her, but she was unwilling to let them treat Yue Liangze the same way.

What right did those worthless people have?

Furthermore, she had tried to kill him several times but mysteriously abandoned the attempt each time, which also annoyed her about herself.

So she left.

Because Yue Liangze would secretly come and sleep beside her after she fell asleep, on the night before she left, Ling Luo pretended to sleep again, listening to the rustling sounds near her ears.

The familiar presence approached; the man skillfully drew her into his arms, holding her closely in a completely possessive manner.

Ling Luo raised her head from his chest, blinking at him: “Have you no shame?”

Yue Liangze buried his head in the crook of her shoulder without answering but held her tighter.

Ling Luo tried to shrink back, only to find herself restrained too firmly with no space to retreat. She said: “I’m not even practicing the Beauty Point with you anymore. Why are you still coming near me?”

Yue Liangze replied in a muffled voice: “I’ll practice it.”

Ling Luo said fiercely: “You’re not allowed to practice it!”

Yue Liangze: “Why not?”

“Not allowed means not allowed!” Ling Luo said. “Why would you, a cultivator from an immortal sect, practice demonic arts?”

Yue Liangze patiently explained: “Many techniques in this world don’t distinguish between human and demon.”

Ling Luo: “The Beauty Point distinguishes.”

Yue Liangze: “It doesn’t.”

“If I say it does, then it does!”

Yue Liangze laughed quietly against her shoulder.

Annoyed, Ling Luo bit his chin with an “aowu” sound. “You’re still laughing! What’s so funny? There’s nothing funny about it!”

The force was neither too light nor too heavy for Yue Liangze, but it tickled his heart.

Yue Liangze said: “Bite again?”

Ling Luo thought, “I’m not afraid of you,” and bit his neck again. Finally, Yue Liangze grabbed her by the nape and lifted her, biting her back in the same spot.

From her neck, he gently bit upward to her chin, then kissed her.

But Ling Luo lowered her head, bumping his forehead, and pulled away, saying: “Anyway, you can’t continue to willfully climb into my bed.”

Yue Liangze looked at her silently.

Ling Luo, propping herself up with both hands, also looked at him.

In the brief silence, those beautiful phoenix eyes blinked twice.

Yue Liangze said: “I’m not being willful.”

Ling Luo: “Then get off.”

Yue Liangze refused calmly: “No.”

Ling Luo pointed at him: “That’s being willful.”

Yue Liangze’s expression showed slight helplessness.

He raised his hand to lightly hold the back of Ling Luo’s neck, pulling her toward him, asking: “Why are you suddenly bringing this up?”

“This is the last time. I won’t indulge you anymore in the future,” Ling Luo said, rolling off his chest to lie on her side. “Aren’t you embarrassed to share a bed with a demon?”

Yue Liangze glanced at her: “You are you.”

Ling Luo snorted: “I am a demon.”

Yue Liangze didn’t immediately respond. Ling Luo continued: “You don’t happen to have a fetish for fooling around with demon cultivators, do you?”

Thinking carefully, it wasn’t impossible. Yue Liangze’s temperament and personality were quite strange to begin with.

Yue Liangze was speechless at her words and somewhat exasperated as he answered: “No.”

Ling Luo said: “It’s good that you met me. If it were another demon, they would surely devour you without leaving even a bone. They hate your Sacred Sword Sect to the core. If you were to fool around with other female demon cultivators—then I would kill you.”

Yue Liangze tilted his head to look at her.

Ling Luo said seriously: “Better to die by my hand than theirs. I would at least make it quick.”

Yue Liangze couldn’t take it anymore. He hooked her neck and pulled her back into his arms, saying: “I don’t want to die, and I won’t fool around with other demon cultivators.”

I don’t want to die.

And I don’t like other demons.

I only like you.

But she even thought he had a preference for fooling around with demon cultivators, and wouldn’t consider his true feelings.

Yue Liangze sometimes despised himself for being despicable.

Ling Luo had absolutely no feelings for him, yet he used any means to stay by her side.

But he still couldn’t let go. Would never let go.

That night, Ling Luo chattered on, lecturing Yue Liangze, but her words became increasingly absurd. Yue Liangze grew tired of listening and lowered his head to kiss her, saying: “We’ll talk more tomorrow. Let’s sleep first.”

They did sleep, but there was no tomorrow.

Ling Luo had too many ways to leave.

After she abandoned her post at Nan Jiang City, the next day it was breached by the great immortal sects. They claimed to be rescuing the civilians, only to find everyone in the city perfectly fine, with no signs of torture by demon cultivators.

The mortal realm remained the same.

The old women selling vegetables in the street market even wondered why the young couple who regularly bought ingredients was nowhere to be seen today.

Ling Luo had left Yue Liangze behind and gone to fight and mingle with the other twenty-six demons.

The cultivation world and demon realm clashed again, with both sides fighting fiercely. The demon realm tried every means to occupy mortal territories, while the cultivation world fought to the death to drive them out of the mortal realm.

At that time, the mortal realm was in chaos, with everyone fearing for their safety.

Every day, some cultivators wanted to kill Ling Luo, and she refused no one.

Whether they came for justice, for the mortal realm, or personal vengeance.

Ling Luo didn’t care about people’s killing intent.

A month later, Ling Luo was entrusted to help unseal a certain Demon King from a divine temple.

Though remote, this mountain temple had excellent scenery—mountains, waters, hot springs, and flower seas.

She entered the hot spring courtyard in the back mountain alone. While battling the temple guardian, her incantations destroyed several walls. A man who emerged from the hot spring looked at the ruined surroundings in astonishment: “Wait, where is this?”

Ling Luo stepped on the unconscious temple guardian and looked toward the man in the misty hot spring.

He looked quite familiar.

It was the man from Nan Jiang City who had lain down, offering to let her practice the Beauty Point on him when he couldn’t run anymore, only to be released by Yue Liangze.

Brother Zhao never imagined he would have another day of reunion with Ling Luo.

He was dumbfounded: “No way, Immortal Sister, are you still after me? Where is that Dao Lord?”

Ling Luo said disdainfully: “Who’s your sister?”

Brother Zhao hesitated: “Little… little sister?”

Ling Luo walked toward the hot spring. “How would you like to die?”

Brother Zhao hurriedly said: “Wait! Immortal Sister, what I said that day about being willing was sincere! Truly sincere!”

Ling Luo: “Didn’t you run away without looking back? You still dare claim sincerity?”

The light of an incantation flashed at her fingertips as she raised her hand toward the man in the hot spring.

Brother Zhao waved frantically: “Dao Lord, save me!”

Ling Luo laughed coldly: “He’s not here.”

The incantation shot out from her fingertips, only to be intercepted by another incantation.

Ling Luo turned back in surprise.

Mist covered the mountain, with stars and moon high above.

Yue Liangze, dressed in black, sword in hand, walked toward her from the bright moonlight.

A familiar scene.

Saving the same unfortunate man.

Except this time, Yue Liangze’s expression wasn’t as calm as before. His expression was inscrutable, his gaze sweeping past the unfortunate soul hiding in the hot spring with a hint of indifferent arrogance.

Yue Liangze walked over to the ruins at his feet and asked Ling Luo: “Had enough fun?”

His question inexplicably made Ling Luo feel guilty. She instinctively avoided his eyes, then turned back angrily to ask: “What are you doing here? You’re ruining my plans again!”

Yue Liangze asked with a level voice: “What plans am I ruining? Capturing him to practice the Beauty Point?”

The atmosphere was strangely eerie. Brother Zhao only dared frantically shake his head and wave his hands at Yue Liangze, signaling “nothing to do with me” and not daring to speak.

Ling Luo’s earlier incantation wasn’t a killing move, just a binding formation to trap the man in the hot spring. But Yue Liangze had misunderstood, thinking Ling Luo wanted to take this man away.

With Yue Liangze present, she had no chance of unsealing the Demon King!

This was what Ling Luo meant, but given the circumstances, it was easy to misinterpret.

Yue Liangze walked toward her. Ling Luo angrily met him with an attacking incantation, but he neither dodged nor avoided it, allowing the light blade to cut across his cheek, drawing blood.

Ling Luo stopped and said angrily: “Can’t you dodge?”

“I won’t dodge,” Yue Liangze said, reaching her and lowering his gaze. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her into his arms as he bent down to kiss her fiercely.

Ling Luo’s eyes widened.

How dare he!

If Yue Liangze wanted to, he could have set up a barrier to cut off Brother Zhao’s five senses, making him unable to see or hear. But he didn’t do this, all because of that damned possessiveness and a bit of unseemly jealousy.

That obsession made the blood in his entire body roar wildly, telling everything in heaven and earth: She. Is. Mine.

Ling Luo didn’t want to admit that she was a bit dazed at that moment, failing to push him away immediately. Instead, she was intimidated by the rarely seen forceful and cold-eyed Yue Liangze.

When Yue Liangze pulled away, his fingertip brushed her lips, and he said hoarsely: “You can abandon me at will, it’s fine. I’ll always find you. But you cannot be with anyone else besides me.”

Ling Luo frowned: “I’m not with anyone else.”

Before Yue Liangze could breathe a sigh of relief, she added: “And I don’t need you to find me.”

He gazed at Ling Luo with deep eyes.

Ling Luo felt that after her demonic transformation, she had rarely maintained some goodwill for his sake, not wanting the cultivation world to know he had been involved with her, not wanting him to be slandered. Yet he was ungrateful, insisting on approaching her.

She said angrily: “Do you need to kill me before you’ll leave?”

Now everyone in the cultivation world wanted to kill her, deemed it necessary to kill her.

Wasn’t Yue Liangze the same?

Yue Liangze said hoarsely: “I don’t want to kill you.”

Ling Luo laughed coldly: “Who are you trying to fool? When I underwent demonic transformation at South Mountain Snow River, dare you say you didn’t want to kill me?”

Yue Liangze looked up at her, his gaze obscure, the cold moonlight in his eyes gradually absorbed by the darkness.

He had had many beautiful yet absurd thoughts about Ling Luo.

That day, if Wu Sheng had truly killed Ling Luo, then soon its next victim would have been its own master.

But Ling Luo grew increasingly angry. Her fingers splayed slightly as Sui Wu materialized. She pointed the sword at Yue Liangze: “Today I’ll give you one chance. Whether you can kill me depends on your ability.”

Her sword momentum was fierce, but Yue Liangze only defended without attacking.

After the two began fighting, Brother Zhao quickly fled the scene to save his life.

Mist shrouded the entire back mountain, swallowing the eyes of others, but Ling Luo could see clearly. She looked at the wound on Yue Liangze’s face, caused by her earlier incantation, and grew increasingly angry. With a fierce move, Yue Liangze, who wouldn’t dodge, was struck down into the hot spring.

His long hair spread in the hot spring water. At the last moment, Sui Wu had shifted a few degrees, piercing the hot spring rock wall above his shoulder. Ling Luo said through gritted teeth: “You still won’t dodge!”

“That was my greatest regret,” Yue Liangze said. “And something I can never forgive myself for.”

Ling Luo paused at his words, swallowing the sarcasm that had been on the tip of her tongue.

Yue Liangze gently stroked the water droplets on her face. “Ling Luo, if you don’t like it, you know how to stop me.”

The simplest way: kill him.

But she could never bring herself to do it.

That day she didn’t unseal the seal because Yue Liangze lured her into the hot spring for some time.

Not being improper outside?

Ling Luo looked at Yue Liangze with disdain: “As if you could restrain yourself.”

Yue Liangze: “…”

“You’re right,” he said, raising an eyebrow slightly and lowering his head to place a fleeting kiss on her lips. “I can’t restrain myself.”

Ling Luo looked at him with clear eyes, always making Yue Liangze want to cover them because, at that moment, those eyes held only him.

“Ling Luo,” Yue Liangze said in a hoarse voice. “This time you can’t ambiguously define our relationship anymore, and I won’t allow you to act recklessly like before.”