Chapter 130: (Extra)
Night cool as water.
But Yu Yi’s wrist felt as if it had softened, resting against Song Pianxian’s elbow.
Song Pianxian made a slight movement, and the faint fragrance lingering around her became even more intoxicating.
It emanated from Yu Yi.
In the past, Yu Yi always carried the never-melting ice and snow from Daiyuan Peak, giving off a cold aura. But these days, she had taken a liking to the fragrant dew Yu Rui sent during the ceremony, which was refreshing, with a fragrance like orchids.
Furthermore, Yu Yi took out a delicate and fragrant sachet made of Qiongling fabric, blending into a sweet aroma like water, which permeated the air as her sleeves fluttered.
Even at bedtime, after removing her outer robe and hanging the sachet on the curtain, Yu Yi still exuded a faint fragrance, enveloped in a warmer and more delicate atmosphere due to the girl’s body temperature.
Suddenly, Song Pianxian realized that what she smelled was the same fragrance as what lingered in Yu Yi’s skin.
She could even feel Yu Yi’s fingertips on her waist, through the thin layer of clothing, like tiny sparks, tickling her waist.
Song Pianxian made a soft sound, instinctively twisting away, but soon she realized and grabbed Yu Yi’s hand.
Why is it so hot?
“Yu Yi?” she called softly.
As cultivators could see in the dark, through the mist-like darkness, Song Pianxian saw Yu Yi’s brows lightly furrowed, and a faint whimper escaped her lips.
Song Pianxian immediately placed her hand on Yu Yi’s forehead, indeed feeling the warmth, perhaps she had caught a chill on the deck.
“Pianxian…”
When Song Pianxian stepped back, she heard Yu Yi calling her name. She lowered her eyes slightly, meeting Yu Yi’s open gaze.
The reddish-brown pupils in the lightless night seemed to turn into black jade, hidden under her long lashes.
Song Pianxian suddenly met such eyes and felt a flutter in her heart for a moment.
But in the next instant, she was drawn to Yu Yi’s reddened eye sockets.
Looks like she’s really sick.
They didn’t lack elixirs, but a common cold wasn’t considered serious. Finding a woodling Daoist to infuse some spiritual power into her body and nurture her would likely lead to a quick recovery. Song Pianxian immediately thought of someone.
“I’ll go find Elder Lu Bie,” Song Pianxian said softly, preparing to get out of bed.
“No.”
Yu Yi’s words sounded as if softened by hot air, but then became clear:
“Pianxian, stay with me.”
How could this be?
Song Pianxian’s initial reaction was to refuse. She wasn’t a woodling Daoist, so what use would it be to stay? It was proper to find someone professional to handle professional matters.
Song Pianxian opened her mouth to refuse.
But she found herself unable to utter the words of refusal.
Her lips moved naturally, but as they touched and parted, the tones they produced dissipated silently as they left her breath, as if they had never existed.
How could this be?
Whose Dao was she under? Could it be that those three had a follow-up plan?
As her lips moved, wisps of fragrance were sucked into Song Pianxian’s body.
Her body felt heavy, her thoughts transitioning from clear lines to a dense cotton, slow and dull.
But even in her sluggish state, she realized the problem.
It was Yu Yi.
Behind her, a soft and well-proportioned body pressed against her, the girl’s arms wrapping around her waist, two white hands clasping in front of her abdomen.
“Pianxian, stay with me.”
Yu Yi affectionately rested her chin on her shoulder, the cloth of their clothes and their shoulders touching.
As they were close, Yu Yi gradually transferred her scent onto Song Pianxian, who felt somewhat content yet wanted more.
Of course, there was still business to attend to.
Her chest pressed against Song Pianxian’s back.
This body, molded from refined materials, was flawless, with the firm texture of human skin. Despite being as slender as a waist, it was even more delicate. After removing the golden-red robe, the fair and soft skin resembled the spring willow covered in fine snow.
At this moment, Song Pianxian’s figure is as usual, only… her sea of consciousness and spiritual palace must be controlled by herself.
This sachet was left by Qiong Ling for Yu Yi to protect herself against the puppet, made together with the puppet, and only cultivators can control it. However, saying “control” is not accurate; it should be—
Restraint.
At some unknown time, there was a moon outside the window, illuminating the great river. The moonlight covered the sea with sparkling brightness, like a sea of white frost.
The same moonlight divided into a strand, shining into the cabin, casting a semicircular white spot on the floor.
On the bed, two graceful figures meld together. They are draped in long hair, with green silk trailing down the side of the pillow, the ends gently swaying, evoking a seductive curve.
Yu Yi is half-reclined beside Song Pianxian, taking out a translucent jade bottle.
Song Pianxian’s gaze falls on the jade bottle.
Yu Yi shakes the jade bottle. “Pure Spirit Jade Elixir.”
The jade bottle is only the length of a thumb, indicating how cramped the space inside is. It’s because Pure Spirit Jade Elixir is a genuine treasure, and even Yu Yi only has these.
Only in the oldest and most abundant spirit stone mines can some pure spirit liquid be found in the deepest part of the stone milk. A drop of it is equivalent to the spiritual power of ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, not to mention the Pure Spirit Jade Elixir refined from pure spirit liquid.
Even cultivators on the verge of ascension in the Mahayana period yearn for such treasures.
“Tonight, I need Pianxian’s help.” Yu Yi pauses, looking at Song Pianxian’s expression, and asks softly, “Why aren’t you angry?”
She believes she won’t harm Song Pianxian, and even what she’s about to do is beneficial to her, but Song Pianxian doesn’t know these things.
She’s now “ambushed” by herself, controlled by others, yet her expression remains unchanged, showing no sign of difference.
“Aren’t you afraid I’ll harm you?”
Yu Yi added, then leaned against Song Pianxian, propping up her head, carefully examining Song Pianxian’s expression, waiting for her response.
Beneath her, Song Pianxian raised an eyebrow, her voice faint:
“Angry? Afraid?”
She seemed to chew on the two words, smiling faintly:
“Shouldn’t it be you who’s afraid?”
Yu Yi’s gaze was firm, meeting Song Pianxian’s eyes illuminated by the moonlight.
The depths of those eyes were filled with a hazy and pure mist, and Yu Yi couldn’t discern what emotions or implications they held.
Tonight, not only was she unfamiliar to herself in front of Song Pianxian, but Song Pianxian also seemed to be different in some way.
Yu Yi tilted her head slightly. “What should I be afraid of?”
“Afraid of making me angry.”
“You won’t remember tonight tomorrow.”
When she wakes up, Song Pianxian will only remember a night of deep sleep.
Song Pianxian’s expression briefly became strange, then she looked deeply at herself.
Yu Yi, who was originally calm, couldn’t help but feel a slight jump in her heart when facing Song Pianxian like this, starting to ponder if there was any oversight.
But Song Pianxian obviously didn’t intend to continue this topic and instead asked:
“When did you attain your cultivation?”
“Just recently.” Yu Yi said, “Just reached the Qi refining stage, so I need Pianxian’s help.”
“How does that come about?” Song Pianxian asked, her gaze returning to the jade bottle in Yu Yi’s hand.
Yu Yi then smiled. “It’s to be used with this.”
“Don’t worry, it’s only beneficial to you, as long as you—”
“Hmm?”
Yu Yi answered with actions.
She opened the jade bottle, and a strong spiritual power overflowed. Yu Yi took out a drop and held it in the air.
The Pure Spirit Jade Elixir emitted a faint halo, like a perfectly round and pure jade.
Yu Yi rolled it on her tongue and swallowed it.
Then she leaned down to cover Song Pianxian’s lips.
At the moment of contact, Yu Yi paused.
She looked at Song Pianxian.
Song Pianxian was extremely calm, with no joy in her eyes—
Nor was there any disgust.
That’s enough.
Yu Yi kissed her, intending to deliver the Pure Spirit Jade Elixir into Song Pianxian’s lips.
She closed her eyes, clinging to Song Pianxian’s shoulder.
Song Pianxian pursed her lips, refusing to respond to her.
Yu Yi initially kissed her gently, but Song Pianxian still didn’t respond.
But this was Song Pianxian.
Yu Yi’s body grew hotter and hotter, the kisses wet, the sound of water gurgling. Her body’s blood surged, and she couldn’t help but bite Song Pianxian like a small beast.
The full lips were being ground and lightly bitten, sticky and tacky.
The bloodthirsty and destructive urges inside her screamed at her to destroy, while another wave of tenderness and joy made Yu Yi irresistibly want to please Song Pianxian.
The varying intensity of her actions aroused endless desire. Yu Yi’s hand on Song Pianxian’s shoulder gradually moved up, stroking her neck.
There was blood flowing here, and she was almost mesmerized by sensing the blood inside.
Of the same origin, it was her blood.
Flowing through Song Pianxian’s entire body, permeating her muscles.
Yu Yi’s breathing became heavier.
The moon remained pure as frost.
But people had long lost track of time.
Until Yu Yi had had enough of the taste and tried to break through those teeth again, unexpectedly entering smoothly.
She opened her half-closed eyes in surprise and met Song Pianxian’s gaze.
At the same time, her tongue tingled.
Sharp pain spread throughout her body.
She had been bitten by Song Pianxian.
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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