novelraw Chapter 103 : The Feeling of an Affair
Chapter 103 : The Feeling of an Affair
Chapter 103: The Feeling of an Affair
Qiu Yuehan couldn’t fall asleep.
The demon mark was burning so hot it made her heart tighten. Especially at night, the heat was so intense that it forced a cry out of her lips. During those late hours, she could only clutch her own shoulder, hiding it from Xia Lianxue so she wouldn’t notice anything amiss.
“Hu—”
That old monster.
That detestable old monster.
Qiu Yuehan gritted her silver teeth, her long, slender body curling slightly as she pressed her palm hard over the mark.
That scalding current of heat felt as if that old monster’s hand was stroking her skin, carrying a faint pain—tingling and numbing deep into her bones.
The door was knocked.
“Senior Sister? Are you asleep?”
Qiu Yuehan wasn’t afraid to admit she was awake, but her current state was clearly unsuitable for seeing Xia Lianxue.
By the candlelight, Qiu Yuehan could see her own flushed reflection in the bronze mirror—dizzying and intoxicating.
It was as if the moon in the heavens had fallen into the mortal world, provoking a sinful desire within anyone who looked upon it.
No.
She must not let her junior sister see her like this.
Otherwise, her junior sister would only need to think for a moment to realize what had caused her to become like this.
“I… I’m not asleep.”
“Then I’ll come in.”
“Wait! I… I’m changing my clothes!”
Xia Lianxue’s hand paused on the door.
Although the two of them had long since been naked together countless times in the cold pool, she still thought she ought to give her senior sister some privacy.
“I just have something to tell you, Senior Sister.”
“You… speak.”
A rosy flush spread wildly across Qiu Yuehan’s cheeks, and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand.
She must not let her junior sister come in!
Stumbling, she blocked the door. “Junior Sister, don’t come in. I… I’m not presentable.”
“Senior Sister’s face is tender—I know that.”
Xia Lianxue didn’t doubt her words, though she did find her senior sister’s voice strangely alluring.
“Senior Sister, think carefully—what was the place you lived in as a child like?”
Qiu Yuehan had grown up in a small village before she was sent to Jade Palace to cultivate. She hadn’t been back for many years.
It would’ve been fine if Xia Lianxue hadn’t mentioned it, but once she did, Qiu Yuehan’s memory stirred, as if recalling something long forgotten.
“Should be… the Spirit Clan.”
Because she had been so young back then, it was difficult to remember clearly unless she concentrated, but somehow now, the memories came vividly back to her.
In that village, many people looked similar to humans—except their ears were a little pointed.
Yes, they were of the Spirit Clan.
The Spirit Clan could hear the voices of the dead, hence their pointed ears.
Suddenly, the demon mark flared hot again. Qiu Yuehan lost her balance and slowly sank to her knees by the door. Beads of fragrant sweat rolled down her fair neck.
She breathed softly, chest heaving.
For some inexplicable reason, she felt a guilty thrill—like she was secretly having an affair with that old monster behind her junior sister’s back.
Outside, Xia Lianxue’s calm voice sounded. “The Spirit Clan isn’t a very likable place—quite xenophobic. If you return someday and they make things difficult for you, just show them Jade Palace’s emblem.”
In today’s cultivation world, among the myriad races, the Human Race was the most exalted. Other races—the Demons, Stone Clan, Spirit Clan, and so on—could only kneel before humans.
No one could say when this order had begun, but it had already lasted for countless years.
“Mmm… ah… alright.”
Qiu Yuehan panted lightly, barely catching Xia Lianxue’s words. All she could think was that when that old monster came back, she would definitely demand an explanation!
No response.
Lu Changyuan tried to communicate with the demon mark, but the Nether Lord before him gave no reaction.
He had only tried it casually.
He couldn’t help wondering—where exactly in the later cultivation world was this region? The White Domain, or the Black Domain? If it was the Black Domain, then that crimson sun hanging in the sky was far too glaring.
“Yu, when we arrive, don’t run around—or others will capture you.”
Lu Changyuan blinked. “What do you mean?”
The Nether Lord turned his head, a faint smile curving his lips on that breathtakingly beautiful face. “Though you’re my guardian spirit, you’re still human. If another race captures you, they’ll eat you.”
Eat…?
Lu Changyuan frowned in confusion. “Humans… get eaten?”
The Nether Lord shook his head, then nodded. “More accurately, the weaker races all get eaten. Among the myriad races now, the weakest are the Blood Clan and the Human Race. When others see them, they bully them without restraint.”
Lu Changyuan found that hard to believe.
Even at the beginning of his cultivation, the myriad races of the world had revered humans above all. It had long been taken for granted. Who would have thought that in ancient times, humans had been so weak?
The Nether Lord rested his chin on one hand as the dense forest receded behind them step by step.
“The Human Race is fragile—in body, in spirit, in lifespan. It’s a race from which strong beings rarely emerge.”
Lu Changyuan controlled his expression, feigning nonchalance. “Then… do humans have a gathering place now?”
“No. Most likely they’re hiding somewhere.”
The Nether Lord seemed to recall something. “I heard the Demon Clan even keeps them as livestock… Never mind, it’s better you don’t know.”
Lu Changyuan’s brows furrowed tightly.
In the cultivation world he knew, both eastern and western domains had small Demon clans—insignificant, none reaching the realm of Jade Radiance. He hadn’t expected that in this era, the Demon Clan actually raised humans in pens.
As Lu Changyuan pondered, a cool, soft hand brushed his cheek. He looked up to meet the moonlike beauty of the Nether Lord’s face.
“What’s wrong?”
The Nether Lord’s lips curved slightly. “I heard that human mothers must nurture their young so they can grow well. You’re so weak now—by your race’s customs, I should nurture you.”
Lu Changyuan didn’t understand what the girl meant—until he saw her actions.
With a graceful wave of her hand, the air filled with Nether Qi, isolating them from sight. Then, without hesitation, she began to remove her garments. “I’ve spent time among humans. I know human mothers must consume their own life force to feed their children.”
Lu Changyuan suddenly felt a strange power seize him, and before he knew it, he was pulled into her arms. A faint fragrance filled his nose, and his eyes reflected her exquisite features.
The Nether Lord stroked his head lovingly, recalling the human customs she had once observed.
She said softly, “Do you want to eat?”
Tender hearts should not be lightly spoken of, for hidden within each bud lies crimson dew.
Lu Changyuan struggled to rise. “Wait—no, I don’t need that.”
The Nether Lord didn’t insist on making him act like an infant. She simply put her black dress back in order and looked at him. “I see. That’s only for feeding babies.”
Then she broke off one of her own fingers and held it to his lips. “Then eat this. It’s the same essence—my life force feeding you.”
Lu Changyuan truly didn’t know what to say. The Nether Lord wasn’t human—her way of thinking was naturally different.
“When you’re hungry, tell me.”
No, no, no.
If I get hungry, I’ll find something to eat myself—even if it’s just some clear broth and noodles.
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