Chapter 312-313 On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives 312-313 |
“We didn’t want to interrupt your… romantic interlude,” Qingying said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Chen Yin rolled his eyes and turned to Luo Luo. “What are you two doing here?”
“We… we were worried about you, Young Master,” Luo Luo said shyly, fidgeting with her fingers, “we didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but there was nowhere else to hide… Are you angry?”
“He’s too busy enjoying himself to be angry with us,” Qingying snorted. “We were worried about him, but he’s clearly having a great time. We probably just ruined his fun.”
“We weren’t doing anything,” Chen Yin said innocently.
“Oh really? If we weren’t here, what would you have been doing?” Qingying’s eyes narrowed playfully, her gaze fixed on him, while Luo Luo blushed and looked away.
Chen Yin sighed. “Qingying, you’re surprisingly talented.”
“So you’ve finally been defeated by my sharp tongue?” she said, her hands on her hips, a smug grin on her face.
“No. I’m just impressed by your ability to be so… annoying.”
A moment later, Qingying’s scream echoed through the room.
“Chen Yin, you bastard! Stop it!”
“Don’t… mmm! Luo Luo, help me—!”
Luo Luo, of course, didn’t help.
She just sat beside Chen Yin, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and excitement as she watched them, a soft gasp escaping her lips occasionally.
“Wow~”
“You can do that?”
Qingying’s screams gradually turned into soft moans and pleas.
“Ch-Chen Yin! I’m sorry! Please stop…”
“Apologies are useless. You never learn,” Chen Yin said matter-of-factly.
“I-I won’t do it again, I promise…”
He relit the candle.
Chen Yin was sitting at the table, calmly reading a scroll, as if nothing had happened.
Qingying, her clothes disheveled, her hair messy, lay curled up on the bed, her eyes red and watery, her black outfit torn in several places, revealing her smooth, fair skin.
Luo Luo, her cheeks flushed, sat beside Chen Yin, her eyes still wide with surprise.
“Young Master, that looked… fun.”
“No,” Chen Yin patted her head gently, “you’re too young. We’ll talk about it when you’re older.”
Luo Luo pouted.
Chen Yin patted his lap, and she obediently sat down, nuzzling her head against his arm, her fox ears twitching playfully.
Qingying, still curled up on the bed, glared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of resentment and embarrassment.
After a while, Chen Yin put away the scrolls, kissed Luo Luo’s forehead, and said, “It’s getting late. Get some rest. I’m going to Qinglian City tomorrow to see your mother.”
“Are you staying here tonight?”
“If Young Master wishes…” Luo Luo mumbled shyly, her cheeks flushing.
Chen Yin turned to Qingying, who quickly scrambled away from him. “Don’t even think about it! I’m not staying! I’m not going to forgive you for what you just did!”
“Whatever,” Chen Yin shrugged.
“Then go to bed.”
He started preparing the bed, ignoring her.
Seeing his indifference, Qingying’s anger subsided, replaced by a strange unease.
“Are you… angry?”
“Why would I be angry? I was the one who disciplined you,” he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
“But… you… you didn’t…” she trailed off, her voice barely a whisper.
“If you didn’t want it, why would I force you?”
He finished making the bed and ruffled her hair gently. “Get some rest. It’s good for your skin.”
Qingying grabbed his hand.
“I… I didn’t mean it,” she mumbled, looking away, her cheeks flushed. “I… I don’t mind… sleeping with you…”
“You just have to ask.”
Chen Yin thought for a moment. “I don’t want to do anything. I just want to… hold you while I sleep. Is that okay?”
Luo Luo and Qingying exchanged glances, sensing his sadness.
“Of course! That’s what servant girls are for!” Luo Luo said cheerfully.
“I… I guess I can… make an exception, since you’re so… unhappy,” Qingying said, her voice soft and hesitant.
He blew out the candle, and two warm bodies snuggled against him, one on each side, their arms around his.
Chen Yin turned his head, and they both looked at him, their eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
He felt Luo Luo’s small hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat.
“Is Young Master feeling better now?”
Chen Yin was silent for a moment. “I’m fine.”
“But Luo Luo can sense… your sadness,” she said, her ears twitching slightly. “If Mother disappeared, Luo Luo would also be very sad. But Luo Luo is not good with words. I don’t know how to comfort you, Young Master. I just want to be here for you.”
Chen Yin’s eyes softened, and he kissed her forehead gently. “Thank you, Luo Luo. I do feel better now.”
Luo Luo snuggled closer, her cheeks flushed.
“Of course you feel better,” Qingying’s voice was filled with a playful annoyance, “you’re happy because we’re suffering! Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Chen Yin said, “you enjoyed it too.”
“I-I did not! You forced me!”
“Then I’ll take my hands back.”
Qingying blushed and fell silent, but she tightened her grip on his arm.
Luo Luo, curious, tried to look over at them, but Chen Yin gently pushed her head back down.
“Don’t watch things you’re not supposed to, little girl.”
Early in the morning, while Qingying and Luo Luo were still asleep, Chen Yin quietly left Mount Yu, without telling anyone.
But as he left, two figures watched him from the clifftop.
“Is Senior Brother… really alright?” Xiang’er asked, her voice filled with worry.
Shen Shuanglian’s eyes flickered, then she said softly, “…If we don’t know how to comfort him, then let’s just… help him. I’m going to the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain. We fell there once. I know the place well. Perhaps I can find some clues related to the Immortal Venerable. And I’ll go back to the Demonic Path,” Xiang’er added. “The Demon Lord is still unconscious, but my status as their Saint might be useful. We’ll meet again when we find something.”
They nodded at each other, a silent agreement passing between them.
—
Meanwhile, in Yu Ling’s bathhouse on Mount Yu…
The Grand Witch, Bi Luo, sat naked in the hot spring, her body surrounded by a swirling green mist, the water itself tinged with an unsettling green hue.
Her brow was furrowed, her eyes closed, her expression pained.
A voice suddenly echoed through the room.
“You knew from the beginning that the Wu Xuan Cave’s techniques were flawed. The Wu Xuan Ancestor never taught you the complete techniques. He needed you as… nourishment. He wouldn’t give you the real thing.”
Bi Luo opened her eyes and looked at Nan Xiaoxiang, who was sitting by the edge of the bath, calmly brewing tea.
“What are you trying to say?”
“You know that your poison techniques, even at the Grand Clarity Realm, are a dead end. The more you use them, the more they will consume you. Why did you use them so recklessly during the Triennial Heavenly Tribulation? You’ve never cared about the ‘greater good’.” Nan Xiaoxiang’s gaze was steady.
Bi Luo snorted. “If we had lost, we would have become the Upper Realm’s bait. It’s the same as being devoured by the Wu Xuan Ancestor. I had no choice. And you, a mere mortal, how do you know so much about the Wu Xuan Cave’s techniques? Are you trying to teach me how to cultivate?”
Nan Xiaoxiang didn’t get angry. She just looked at her, her voice soft but firm. “Your poison… if you don’t do something about it soon, it will be too late.”
Bi Luo fell silent.
“You knew the techniques were flawed, yet you still cultivated them. Why?”
“It’s not that complicated,” Bi Luo chuckled dryly. “If I hadn’t cultivated them, the elders would have killed me. I did it to survive. I had to reach Grand Clarity to become the Grand Witch, to control the Wu Xuan Cave, to abolish the Sacred Child selection process, to stop feeding the Wu Xuan Ancestor. That’s all.”
Nan Xiaoxiang’s eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions, then she said softly, “I… want to try and cure you.”
“You?” Bi Luo scoffed, raising her chin. “A mortal like you? Don’t be ridiculous. You think your medical skills are so great that you can even cure immortals? How arrogant.”
Nan Xiaoxiang’s gaze remained steady. “I just want to try. I’ve saved many lives in my time. But the one I want to save the most… is you.”
Bi Luo’s hand, which had been splashing the water idly, froze. Then she said coldly, “Don’t be so sentimental. You could be saving so many other lives. I don’t need your pity. I knew the risks. It was my choice.”
“What about Lian’er?” Nan Xiaoxiang suddenly asked, her voice sharp. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell her everything?”
Bi Luo’s expression finally changed, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “…Are you threatening me? Do you think I won’t kill you just because you’re close to Chen Yin? Don’t forget, you’re just a mortal.”
Nan Xiaoxiang’s gaze lowered slightly, a hint of sadness in her eyes. “…I know. I’m just a useless mortal. But even mortals have things they want to do, things they’re willing to sacrifice everything for. If I can’t resolve this, my medical skills will never improve. Even if it’s just for Lian’er… won’t you try?”
This time, Bi Luo didn’t refuse. She was silent for a long moment, her eyes hidden behind a veil of steam, her expression unreadable.
Finally, she sighed. “You’re such a naive fool. A saint like you is more suited for cultivation than I am.”
“You’re just as good as I am. Don’t underestimate yourself,” Nan Xiaoxiang said softly.
Bi Luo chuckled wryly, but didn’t reply.
…You fool. I kill. You heal. You’re right. Healers are better than killers. I don’t want you to taint your hands with my poison, to cure a monster like me. Stay pure and innocent. It suits you.
—
Qinglian City was quieter than usual, the morning mist clinging to the mountainside.
Chen Yin walked towards the main hall, his footsteps echoing on the mossy stone path.
The area around the hall was deserted, an unusual silence.
He pushed the door open.
Qing Mei Niang, dressed in a loose-fitting robe, was reclining on a chaise lounge, her posture languid and seductive.
“You’re early,” she said, glancing at him, a mocking smile on her lips. “I thought you would be too busy enjoying your… harem… to come see me.”
Her words were barbed, but Chen Yin ignored them. “Where’s the secret realm?”
Seeing his serious expression, Qing Mei Niang’s playful demeanor vanished. “Do you still have the fragments of the Eternal Light Sword?”
Chen Yin nodded and retrieved the shattered pieces from the scroll’s space.
The once-brilliant sword was now a pile of broken shards.
Even now, the sight of it filled him with a quiet sadness.
Qing Mei Niang looked at the fragments, then said, her voice lowering slightly, “Close your eyes and turn around.”
Chen Yin hesitated.
“Of course, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
She smiled mischievously and reached for her robe.
Chen Yin immediately turned around and closed his eyes.
After a moment of rustling fabric, she said, “Done.”
Chen Yin turned around and froze.
Qing Mei Niang’s robe had slipped from her shoulders, revealing her smooth, bare back, the sight both beautiful and alluring, her natural charm amplified by her fox demon heritage.
“Have you seen enough?” she asked softly, her voice a seductive whisper.
Chen Yin’s gaze, however, was clear and steady, his eyes not lingering on her exposed skin.
His attention was focused on the faint, pale green markings on her back, swirling patterns that formed the image of a fox.
“What is that, Senior?” he asked.
“A birthmark?”
“…What?”
“I don’t know then.”
“That… is the secret realm,” Qing Mei Niang’s voice turned cold and distant, “the safest secret realms aren’t hidden in specific locations…”
“…They’re within our blood.”
Chen Yin stared at the fox-shaped mark, his eyes widening in disbelief. “Your ancestor… she placed the secret realm within your bloodline? To be passed down through your blood?”
“Yes. I’m supposed to pass it on to Luo Luo when she comes of age, but… I don’t want her to carry this burden so soon. I have to know what’s inside first.”
“You’re a good mother,” Chen Yin said, impressed by her devotion.
“If you were in my position, wouldn’t you do the same?”
Chen Yin shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Hypocrite.”
Qing Mei Niang snorted. “The Eternal Light Sword is shattered. I’m not sure it can still open the secret realm. But we have to try.”
“How?” Chen Yin asked, curious.
“Choose a large, sharp fragment…”
“…and pierce it. You have to draw blood.” Her voice was cold and hard.