klisemfg Chapter 1855
Chapter 1855
"So Xia Jiuyou can't sense what's going on on your end?" Chen Xuan still clung to the last shred of hope.
"Quite the opposite." Qiu Zixian shook her head, the light in her eyes dimming little by little.
“She severed my karmic ties, so I can’t perceive anything about her; but she can use mystical magic to contact me. Every time she contacts me, she knows everything about my recent experiences and what I’ve done.”
She recalled the cold, arrogant voice she had heard not long ago, "Just like when Qilin Star miscalculated this time, she even contacted me specifically to say that I had disgraced her reputation."
"Ridiculous, utterly hypocritical!" She gritted her teeth, her voice filled with suppressed anger, which even caused the demonic mist around her to stir, turning the surrounding lake water a deep purple.
Chen Xuan was speechless—Xia Jiuyou's actions were simply asking for trouble!
Why not use your perfectly good primordial spirit clone instead of making it a "surveillance target"?
But now is not the time to ponder this matter. Looking at the grievance in Qiu Zixian's eyes, he felt that he had done something very unfair: he wanted to avenge Bai Qianhuan, but he ended up making such a blunder and disturbing her Dao heart.
He took a deep breath and his tone became serious: "Fairy, can you grant me a request? If you agree, I will tell you a big secret."
Qiu Zixian looked up at him and saw that his eyes were sincere and not joking, so she nodded gently, her voice slightly hoarse from just emerging from the illusion:
“I haven’t thanked you yet for helping me ‘refine my heart’. Just tell me what you need.”
These words made Chen Xuan even more guilty.
He scratched his head, his gaze drifting to the lotus grove in the distance, and said in a voice so soft it was barely audible, "Actually... there's no such thing as the Illusionary Demon Realm. It's all fake."
"What did you say?" Qiu Zixian was stunned. Her purple eyes widened slightly, clearly not having processed the weight of her words—were the temperature, touch, and even the resonance of her heartbeat that she had just felt all fake?
"So... everything was fake. I made up the Illusionary Demon Realm, but what you just did..." she murmured, but before she could finish, the color drained from her cheeks, as if all her strength had been drained away. Then, her ears and neck suddenly flushed red, and her breathing became rapid.
She suddenly looked up, glaring at Chen Xuan, her voice trembling: "What exactly did you do to me? Why is my Dao Heart still trembling even now?"
"Uh... well..." Chen Xuan didn't dare to look her in the eye, so he could only take half a step back and surrender with a wry smile.
"How was I supposed to know you and Xia Jiuyou were two different people? I originally wanted to stand up for my future little brother before he became my disciple, but who would have thought this would turn into such a blunder..."
He paused, his voice low as if in repentance, "It's just... I really did kiss you. Twice."
The truth struck Qiu Zixian like a thunderbolt, leaving her frozen in place. She recalled her proactive response in the "illusion"—her arms around his waist, even tiptoeing to meet his touch; those delicate sensations, that warm breath, could not be faked by magic!
"You! You demon! You lecher! I'll kill you!" Qiu Zixian completely lost her guard, her fair hand suddenly turning into a claw, her fingertips gleaming with a faint purple light, aimed straight at Chen Xuan's face—
Whether it was due to excessive excitement or something else, he forgot to unleash the demonic energy within his body. This "flower-plucking hand" lacked its usual fierceness and resembled a child's sullen swing.
Chen Xuan's eyesight was so sharp that he could tell that she hadn't used her full strength.
He slightly lowered his wrist, then grabbed her small hand and gently pulled her—Qiu Zixian, who was already unsteady on her feet, was pulled by this force and crashed directly into his arms.
He was enveloped in the soft, warm fragrance of her body, his nose brushing against the cool scent of her hair. Her body felt so soft it was as if he had no bones, and even his struggles were somewhat powerless.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Qiu Zixian squirmed in his arms, her voice filled with shame and indignation, but her voice grew weaker and weaker.
Finally, she gently rested her chin on Chen Xuan's shoulder, slowly closed her eyes, and two lines of clear tears slid down her neck, seeping into his black robe and spreading out a small wet patch.