A gentle breeze came, as if carrying whispers reciting soothing incantations. That tone was very familiar, just like during those days and nights when she had been severely injured and wrapped tightly, continuously echoing in her ears, gently caressing her wounds and accompanying her into dreams.

Su Zhuyi fell asleep.

Cultivators usually meditated and regulated their breathing to rest their spirits. They rarely actually slept properly.

The time when she regularly slept every day was already a matter from her previous life. Back then, on the Wangtian Tree, there wasn’t much to do. During the day, she would read idle books, paint a little, and trouble Qin Jianglan. At night, she would also rest on schedule. Even if she didn’t want to sleep, Qin Jianglan would directly restrain her on the bed with spiritual energy.

Over time, Su Zhuyi had even developed habits of early sleeping and early rising.

This time she slept very deeply and comfortably, and even had a dream about events from six hundred years ago.

She had clearly hated losing her freedom. When on the Wangtian Tree, every day she wanted to leave, wanted to persuade Qin Jianglan to let her go. Unexpectedly, in her dream, it was still that time’s scenery, as if she had once been nostalgic for it.

The tall green tree, the small wooden house, the simple furnishings inside, and that person who often sat in meditation.

Wearing an azure robe, hair bound with a jade crown, a pendant hanging around his neck—the Yuansheng Pearl, crafted from a spirit beast’s divine eye. It was pitch black yet had a faint lustrous glow, appearing noble, elegant, mysterious, and profound. Hanging at his collarbone, the black and white contrasted distinctly, complementing each other, eye-catching and alluring.

It wasn’t exactly eye-catching, since that pendant was hidden inside his clothes—only she could see and touch it.

In the dream, she stood barefoot on the wooden house’s floor, her long hair not bound in any style, flowing smoothly down her back. She had plucked branches and leaves from the Wangtian Tree to make a flower crown. The Wangtian Tree didn’t bloom, but her flower crown had scattered tiny flowers mixed among the green leaves. Su Zhuyi couldn’t quite remember where those flowers came from, but since she couldn’t go out, they could only have been picked by Qin Jianglan for her.

Her hair reached below her hips. Her back was completely bare, her dark hair like clouds, her skin white as snow. Standing by the bed in the wooden house, sunlight from outside fell on her, as if gilding that jade-colored skin and dyeing it with darkness.

Her waterfall-like black hair covered her back, and she wore nothing in front either, but held a skirt to shield her body. She walked barefoot to Qin Jianglan and finally used the skirt covering her body to directly cover his head, draping it over him. Breaking through the coldness around him, instantly became sultry and amorous.

Even in the dream, Su Zhuyi felt that the man before her was truly handsome to perfection, not inferior to her.

She was so confident and shameless, yet had to admit this point.

“Qin Jianglan…”

She opened her mouth to call him.

“What, after eating your fill and wiping clean, you’re planning to turn your back and refuse to acknowledge me?” Her finger brushed his forehead, then followed his brow center downward, tracing over his straight nose bridge and landing on his lips. “Having tasted it, how was it? Wasn’t it soul-stirring and bone-deep?”

Her voice was melodious, with a faint huskiness that seemed somewhat sultry and seductive.

Warm breezes circulated in the wooden house, as if that wind still retained an intoxicating fragrance.

Something had happened before this, but she didn’t dream of that—only the most crucial part.

She had been flirting with Qin Jianglan for so long and finally slept with him. Clearly, before this, he had lost control under her seduction and done everything with her, but his talent was exceptional, while her body was too weak, causing her to fall asleep directly. When she woke up, this guy had become cold again and was sitting over there, not even responding when she called him.

She had thought he would change his attitude toward her. Who knew he would now have this appearance of turning his back after eating the meat—it made her grit her teeth.

Her clothes had been stripped clean, and now she wasn’t putting them on either. She held the red gauze garment in front to slightly cover herself, walked to Qin Jianglan’s side like that, and directly covered his head with the clothing. Immediately after, she sat in his lap, clinging tightly to him.

She had done this action before. Every time she wanted to get close to him, she would feel a barrier blocking her, preventing her from touching Qin Jianglan. But now, that barrier doesn’t exist.

Tch, fake propriety.

“Qin Jianglan…” He ignored her, but she continued talking to herself.

“Are you secretly reciting sutras?”

“Definitely.”

Asking and answering herself.

“Heart-calming incantations?” She placed her hand on his chest, then giggled. “Stop pretending. Look at your heartbeat—thump, thump, it’s so loud.”

“Comfortable or not?” she asked softly. “You’ve never hidden it before, have you?” Her hand reached inside his clothes, her breath like orchids. “Want to… do it again?”

After saying so much, Qin Jianglan hadn’t even opened his eyes. Su Zhuyi wouldn’t be discouraged either. She just smiled lewdly. “Or did you secretly do it several more times yourself after I passed out?”

One hand caressed her waist as she frowned. “My waist is so sore.”

“That place still hurts, too.”

Her legs moved slightly, then Su Zhuyi was somewhat stunned and laughed again. “You cleaned me up?”

She felt no discomfort—clean and tidy. It could only be that Qin Jianglan had taken care of it.

Perhaps her words were too explicit. Qin Jianglan finally opened his eyes. He awakened from his meditative state and originally wanted to directly throw her aside, but unexpectedly, through that thin red gauze garment, seeing that snow-white body, he suddenly felt somewhat heated again.

The heart-calming incantations just now were recited in vain.

Seeing him move, Su Zhuyi knew he probably wanted to throw her away again, so she directly clung to him like an octopus. Through the red gauze, she kissed his lips. She wasn’t gentle at all, viciously taking a bite as if to vent her frustration, nearly biting his lip.

Through a layer of soft red gauze, his body wasn’t so cold anymore.

His expression also seemed less cold. The proud pine tree in the snow on the high mountain also became sultry and amorous because of the evening glow at the horizon, as if rouge had been applied even to the pine tree. She had originally bitten down viciously and even smelled a faint bloody scent. It seemed Qin Jianglan had neither set up a barrier nor used spiritual energy shields. Su Zhuyi thought that the current Qin Jianglan was completely unguarded against her, so could she kill him?

She had a trace of spiritual energy in her body.

Because just before, she had successfully seduced Qin Jianglan. Qin Jianglan had high cultivation and good aptitude, and had never been intimate before. His yang essence was of great benefit to her. Her meridians were severed and originally couldn’t absorb spiritual energy, but she had a Liuguang Mirror hidden in her body that could condense that weak spiritual energy within the mirror. Now, with Qin Jianglan completely unguarded against her, could she kill him?

Definitely not—she was just thinking about it.

As long as the other party had a thought, a single glance could easily kill her.

Moreover, if he died, what she would eat and drink, and how to get down from the tree would all be problems. So, better forget it. Because she was thinking about problems, Su Zhuyi’s actions became slightly gentler. She nestled languidly in his embrace, leaning sideways against his chest, one hand domineeringly pressing his head down while she raised her head to kiss him.

That position was somewhat tiring. Before long, Su Zhuyi was exhausted and found it boring. Her body slid down, landing on the wooden floor, her head pillowed on his legs. Then she giggled, turned over, and climbed up, smiling sweetly: “Still pretending!”

You react, yet you’re still pretending! She reached out to grab, and Qin Jianglan finally moved. He gently blew a breath, and that red gauze skirt wrapped around her, then rolled her up and tossed her onto the bed. Immediately after, Qin Jianglan stood up and walked out of the Wangtian Tree.

The Wangtian Tree had a barrier. She knew he had gone out but didn’t know exactly where he went, since she was now pinned to the bed. She pouted, first cursing for a long time, then later smacking her lips to savor the taste, only feeling the flavor lingering intoxicatingly, as if the fragrance remained on her lips and teeth.

That dream scene made Su Zhuyi’s face flush with rosy clouds. She unconsciously twisted and gently shook her head, smacking her lips.

Qin Jianglan’s hand was still covering her eyes.

He felt her eyelashes trembling, as if she was about to wake up.

He had used a spirit-calming method, yet she was about to wake up so soon. Qin Jianglan saw the gradually approaching Longquan Sword, his gaze somewhat dark and unclear. He moved his hand from Su Zhuyi’s eyes, waiting for her to wake up, but saw her only turn over, then place her hand beside her cheek, nuzzle her head, and continue sleeping. His hand was pressed under her cheek.

He couldn’t bear to withdraw his hand and gently touched her face with his fingers, yet worried she might be uncomfortable sleeping like this.

While hesitating, he suddenly felt a soft little tongue lick across his palm. Qin Jianglan was stunned, his whole body stiffening.

She wasn’t dreaming of eating, was she?

He couldn’t help but smile, his long lashes fluttering, cutting through the gentle breeze. His palm still had slight dampness and warmth. His whole body was cold, but the place she had licked seemed to burn like fire.

…

The Songfeng Sword flew for half an hour, reaching Qinghe’s location.

Qin Jianglan had impressions of this place.

Su Zhuyi had lived nearby in her childhood. Back then, he had also discovered Su Zhuyi and the others near Qilian Mountain.

Qinghe was deep underground at the bottom of a cliff. Seeing this, Qin Jianglan frowned slightly and directed the Songfeng Sword to fly down.

There was a seal here, but it had already been broken. However, traces of the seal’s existence remained below, along with dense, murderous, and evil qi. Presumably, the Longquan Sword had originally been suppressed here—this was the Longquan Sword’s burial ground.

When he flew down, he heard a roar. Qinghe was kneeling in front of Luo Ying’s remains, his back against the mountain wall.

He held a gray bone nail in his hand, with white candles arranged in a formation in front of him.

Qinghe had made soul-devouring bone nails from the bones of people killed by the Longquan Sword. He planned to nail himself to death on the mountain wall. How much willpower would it take to resist the Longquan Sword while nailing oneself?

“You won’t necessarily succeed.” Qin Jianglan didn’t speak at absolutely. He knew clearly that Qinghe couldn’t persist much longer—that towering black qi was enough to explain everything.

“Roar.” The answer was a beast-like roar.

The Liuguang Mirror beside Qin Jianglan trembled slightly. The next moment, that mirror surface suddenly emitted a brilliant white light.