novelraw Chapter 118 : Qiu Yuehan Was Sleeping
Chapter 118 : Qiu Yuehan Was Sleeping
Chapter 118: Qiu Yuehan Was Sleeping
Lu Changyuan rose from the shriveled corpse of the Blood Demon.
The enormous Giant Eyeless Worm now had only a thin layer of skin left.
He felt refreshed and clear-headed.
The Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique circulated within Lu Changyuan’s body with an unbelievable speed.
He was full.
Stretching lazily, Lu Changyuan casually flicked a spark of fire that set the worm ablaze. Soon, that thin skin turned into ashes, and the Blood Clan completely vanished from the world.
“Young Master!”
Bang!
What a heavy headbutt.
The Little Fairy tossed aside her unconscious Senior Sister and threw herself straight into Lu Changyuan’s arms.
A Sixth Realm—Dawning Sun—headbutt! Its power was not to be underestimated.
Lu Changyuan exhaled a muffled breath, smiling wryly. “We haven’t been apart for that long, have we? What’s with this reaction?”
Xia Lianxue rubbed her little head against Lu Changyuan’s chest, murmuring softly after a pause, “Actually, it’s been a long time. I’m just glad Young Master is safe.”
“What could possibly happen to me?”
Lu Changyuan sighed in relief. Then his body slackened, collapsing against Xia Lianxue.
“Young Master?”
“Just a bit tired. Help me up.”
He was truly exhausted—after carrying the Nether Lord across ten thousand miles, slaughtering countless foreign races, and staying tense the entire time. He had finally waited for the Blood Demon to be sealed by the Nether General, yet before he could even catch a breath, he was kicked straight back into the present timeline, only to face that damned Blood Demon upon landing.
Still, it wasn’t all bad.
For the food the Nether Lord had specially left for him, Lu Changyuan accepted it all. The hunger within the Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique was satisfied, and in return, Lu Changyuan gained a portion of the Blood Demon’s abilities.
What was the Blood Demon’s most terrifying ability?
It was making others’ blood rebel against their own control and explode from within—a pain both Lu Changyuan and the Nether Lord had personally endured.
That ability was practically defying the heavens, and Lu Changyuan now possessed a fragment of it.
This also proved that “Void” indeed turned into “Existence” through devouring.
Frowning, Xia Lianxue reactivated the Time Technique, anxiously checking Lu Changyuan’s body.
Yet, Lu Changyuan’s body was now in its peak condition—every wound and hidden injury had been fully nourished and healed.
It was his spirit that was exhausted.
The Little Fairy sighed in relief, helping Lu Changyuan onto the carriage. Then she returned to the ground, picked up Qiu Yuehan, and tucked her inside as well.
The White Domain Dao Sect’s carriage was exceptionally comfortable. The Little Fairy lit fine incense, placed her Senior Sister on the opposite side, and nestled herself into Lu Changyuan’s arms.
“Tired, Young Master?”
Lu Changyuan half-closed his eyes. “A bit.”
“Would you like to sleep for a while?”
“Mm.”
Without further words, Lu Changyuan closed his eyes and lay down. The Little Fairy tenderly transformed her legs into a warm, soft pillow.
An inexplicable sense of peace rose within his heart, and the moment his eyes shut, he drifted into sleep.
Smiling faintly, the Little Fairy extended the Time Technique, stretching the time within the carriage.
Lu Changyuan’s dream wasn’t long.
He only needed to ease his tense spirit—the length of the sleep didn’t matter.
Then, the past gently arrived.
In the dream, it was a warm New Year’s Eve.
Cultivators didn’t really celebrate the New Year, but Lu Changyuan insisted on doing so—for only then could he feel the passage of time.
Humans were creatures that lived in memories; even Daoist Chang’an was no exception.
On the table were two bowls of plain noodle soup, entirely devoid of meat or oil.
Lu Changyuan silently stared at the person across from him. “How are we supposed to eat this?”
“It’s already good that there’s something to eat.”
“You spent so long in the kitchen just to make this?”
“Mm.”
Lu Changyuan had nothing to say. He sighed. “Any pickled radish?”
“No. Are you eating or not!?”
“Eating.”
At that time, he never would have imagined that eating plain noodle soup would later become a habit.
The dream shifted—rising and shattering like bubbles—then reformed into another New Year’s Eve.
Heavenly Mountain.
“Master, are we really eating this?”
“Mm.” Lu Changyuan, wearing a white-gold mask, looked at his disciple and said calmly, “This will do.”
His only disciple hesitated for a long while before saying, “How about... I make you something else, Master? There’s not a single bit of meat here—it doesn’t seem right.”
“No need. If you don’t wish to eat, you don’t have to.”
The female disciple had no choice but to accompany her master in eating the noodles.
“Once you finish this bowl and this year passes, you’ll descend the mountain. I’ll tell you something afterward.”
*Slurp!*
Lu Changyuan woke with a start, clutching his head. He felt a chill—looking down, he found that half his clothes were gone.
The Little Fairy was lying before him, looking up with a sweet smile, tilting her head adorably.
Don’t think acting innocent can erase the fact that you undressed me!
Lu Changyuan righteously flicked her forehead. “How long did I sleep?”
“If we count normal time—three days and three nights. We’ll reach the White Domain Dao Sect soon.”
The Little Fairy hesitated, a blush rising on her cheeks. Like a feather, she lightly wrapped herself around Lu Changyuan, her little hand tracing idle circles on his chest, while her flushed lips breathed softly against his ear.
She was clearly the Little Fairy who loved wearing white dresses—so how had she ended up behaving like one of those seductresses from the Pleasure Sect, always doing things that could kill a man?
Lu Changyuan couldn’t reclaim his clothes. The Little Fairy in white was already measuring his composure with her lips.
“Your Senior Sister is right there. Wait until we’re back.”
“It’s fine. Senior Sister won’t wake. Even if she does, she’ll pretend not to know—and if she pretends not to know, then she doesn’t know.”
“Nonsense.”
“Mm!”
Lu Changyuan lifted his head, about to say, “No, no, this isn’t good for you,” but then froze. His heart jolted—because he saw that Qiu Yuehan had opened her eyes.
This small carriage was large enough for two beds. Qiu Yuehan was lying opposite them, placed there by the Little Fairy. Now that the Little Fairy was leaning over him, she naturally didn’t see that Qiu Yuehan was awake.
Lu Changyuan went completely numb.
He wasn’t even sure whether Qiu Yuehan had turned back into the Nether Lord or not—but would that even make a difference?
“We’ll talk later. We’ll talk later.”
The Little Fairy refused to relent, her techniques growing even more practiced.
Lu Changyuan stared directly into Qiu Yuehan’s eyes—at this point, even he didn’t know what to say.
How strange.
Where was the *Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique* when he needed it?
Oh right, it had turned into the *Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique.*
He was doomed.
Lu Changyuan felt a headache coming on.
The Little Fairy’s voice melted into water, her movements just as fluid. “Today, Young Master looks so delicious... I think I’ll make up for what I missed before. No resting until we’re back.”
The *Five Desires and Six Dusts Mind-Transforming Technique* trembled violently. Lu Changyuan finally realized why the Little Fairy was acting strange—she had been affected by her own cultivation technique. Her desires were amplified, yet she hadn’t suppressed the influence. To her, there was nothing wrong with it; in fact, she thought it helped her accomplish her goals—so she simply gave in, tormenting Lu Changyuan all the more.
It had become... encouragement.
This was bad.
Lu Changyuan missed the *Supreme Pure-Spirit Forget-Immortal Technique*—if he still had it, he could have instantly cleared the Little Fairy’s mind of all desires and lust.
“This really isn’t good.”
Xia Lianxue rose, gently removing her outer garment and laying it beneath Lu Changyuan’s legs. Then she turned her head toward Qiu Yuehan.
“Look, Senior Sister is still asleep.”
Lu Changyuan turned his head and saw the Moon Fairy tightly closing her eyes, lying there like a lifeless doll.
So she was pretending to sleep, huh! Lu Changyuan finally understood that old saying of the cultivation world: You can never wake a fairy who’s pretending to sleep.
Xia Lianxue turned around, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Young Master?”
Lu Changyuan couldn’t tell what Qiu Yuehan was thinking. He suddenly noticed that the mark named Feather on his body was heating up, as waves of desire surged within him.
“Don’t you look quite spirited?”
“I still think—”
Xia Lianxue picked up her pink-and-white embroidered bellyband and stuffed it into Lu Changyuan’s mouth.
Lu Changyuan twitched his eye and made two muffled sounds before irritably pulling the bellyband out and tossing it aside.
Outside the carriage, clouds and wind flashed past in retreating streaks, and Lu Changyuan’s gaze rose and fell uneasily with them.
At some point, the Moon Fairy had opened her eyes again, saying nothing, doing nothing—her cheeks flushed as she stared fixedly at the two of them.
Lu Changyuan felt like he was in hell but had no idea how to resolve this situation.
“Why isn’t Young Master looking at me? Why are you staring at Senior Sister?”
That languid voice drifted into his ear, making Lu Changyuan shiver.
“Nothing. I was just thinking, if she wakes up, I’ll have to clean up the mess immediately so she doesn’t notice.”
Xia Lianxue giggled softly, her pale fingertips pressing lightly into Lu Changyuan’s arm, leaving faint marks.
“I guess Young Master must be imagining that the one on top of him right now is Senior Sister, hmm?”
Lu Changyuan gave the Little Fairy a small pinch, making her yelp and beg for mercy. “Stop overthinking things! What’s going on inside that head of yours every single day?”
Xia Lianxue stuck out her tongue, then after a moment murmured in a pitiful tone, “Master, did Yuehan do something wrong to deserve such a harsh lesson?”
Her voice trembled like she was about to cry, even imitating Qiu Yuehan’s usual tone—cool and detached, with a touch of grievance.
Lu Changyuan noticed that Qiu Yuehan’s face was already red to her ears. The Chief Fairy of the Jade Palace showing such shyness was truly a rare sight—but he had no mood to appreciate it.
Say something, would you?
Make some sound—anything—so I can follow up and get this troublesome white-dressed Little Fairy off me, and let everyone sit peacefully in the carriage. Why are you just lying there, eyes open, blushing, and staring at us like that!?
“Master seems so eager. Does he perhaps enjoy disciplining his disciples this way? After Yuehan, will he also discipline Jiayi?”
Lu Changyuan clamped a hand over Xia Lianxue’s mouth.
This Little Fairy had cultivated for over a thousand years, yet could still utter words more indecent than the Pleasure Sect’s Mei Zhao Zhao—utterly terrifying.
After a while, the Little Fairy raised her head. “Young Master doesn’t like it?”
Lu Changyuan felt that even after cultivating for eighteen hundred years, he still couldn’t understand what went on in a woman’s mind.
He sighed. “This isn’t proper—your Senior Sister hasn’t even married yet.”
Xia Lianxue huffed. “Young Master wouldn’t spare Senior Sister anyway, would he? I don’t believe it.”
Spare her? Lu Changyuan thought gloomily that if Qiu Yuehan’s memories returned, it’d be him who wouldn’t be spared.
What he didn’t know was that Qiu Yuehan’s memories didn’t return as directly as Xia Lianxue’s—they were ancient and complex, reviving slowly bit by bit.
Of course, that didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Lu Changyuan saw Qiu Yuehan’s fair, delicate toes curl tightly, rubbing slightly against the bedding.
His eyes darted away, only to meet the Little Fairy’s smiling face. “Young Master really doesn’t plan to spare Senior Sister, hmm?”
Xia Lianxue turned her head sharply.
Qiu Yuehan’s eyes were closed.
“Senior Sister’s still asleep, Young Master, don’t be scared. Tell me—after all, I’m quite generous about you liking other girls. That Su Youwan has already moved into Heavenly Mountain, hasn’t she?”
Su Youwan moved into Heavenly Mountain?
Lu Changyuan was startled. “What’s going on?”
Xia Lianxue moved restlessly, her fair skin flushed crimson. She whimpered softly, “How would I know? She said you devoured her emotions, and now she fears you’ll have designs on her.”
“That’s... not quite true.”
The Little Fairy suddenly looped her arms around Lu Changyuan’s neck, brushing her lips gently against his like a feather, teasing and tickling.
Lu Changyuan retaliated with a bite, and the whimpering Little Fairy could only gasp softly—realizing that this time, the battle wasn’t quite the same.
The Young Master had gotten stronger.
It was like pounding New Year’s rice cakes—hammering the soft mass again and again until it yielded, smooth and obedient.
Lu Changyuan thought he should indeed thank Mei Zhao Zhao. The Yin-Yang Harmonization Origin Scripture really worked—quite effectively, in fact.
He supposed he owed that Pleasure Sect Saintess a favor.
As the two grew lost in themselves, the Chief Fairy of the Jade Palace’s snowy-white legs had also turned faintly pink.
But still, she didn’t move or speak.
Qiu Yuehan didn’t dare move or say a word—what if she did and the Little Fairy dragged her into joining? She could only feign death, though her curiosity burned so hot that she couldn’t stop watching the “rice cake” being pounded into shape.
Su Youwan had already taken off her blindfold and was soaking in the cold pool. Lately, she had grown fond of this place—the icy water helped her stay calm.
A small wooden tray floated on the surface, carrying delicate white blocks. The silver-haired girl picked up a piece of rice cake and slipped it into her mouth—something brought a few days ago by a girl named Bai Lu, who said Jiang Jiayi loved to eat them. But Jiang Jiayi had been staying atop the mountain lately.
Since Xia Lianxue and Qiu Yuehan had gone to the Spirit Clan, and only a Little Ancestor of Cihang Palace remained at the foot of Heavenly Mountain, Su Youwan figured there was no reason to let food go to waste and sensibly treated the rice cakes as snacks.
“Xiao An.”
Night had fallen, the moon climbing high. Su Youwan called softly toward the depths of the bamboo grove—and sure enough, someone emerged slowly from behind the trees.
Dressed in scarlet, peerlessly elegant, the acting Sect Master of the White Domain Dao Sect—Jiang Jiayi—carried a jug of clear wine into the cold pool. With natural grace, she slipped off her garments, her fair toes touching the surface before she fully sank into the water. “Weren’t your wounds healed?”
Su Youwan nodded. “They are. But I got used to coming here every day to calm my mind. If I don’t now, it feels strange.”
Lately, she had not only grown used to visiting the cold pool but also to not carrying the birdcage anymore.
“Then keep coming every day.”
Jiang Jiayi poured the clear wine into two cups and handed one to Su Youwan. The silver-haired girl accepted it with both hands and sipped slowly.
She normally didn’t drink, but Jiang Jiayi had apparently led her astray. Now she was drinking bit by bit, still not understanding what was so special about wine—but willing to try new things.
The wine was clear and sweet, without a hint of the usual sting—more like sugar water.
“Has the White Domain Dao Sect’s master not returned yet?”
Leaning lazily by the bank, her graceful body fully visible, Jiang Jiayi let out a soft chuckle. “I think she simply didn’t want to stay atop Heavenly Mountain any longer watching over the mortal world. So she took this chance to wander off, leaving me worried for days—and now I have to do her job.”
Someone had to keep watch over the mortal world for the sect. With the Sect Master gone, that duty fell on this red-robed Sword Fairy, who had to spend most of her days stationed atop Heavenly Mountain.
Su Youwan lifted her delicate chin. “And yet you still come to the cold pool these past days?”
“If I don’t keep an eye for a while, nothing will happen. She’s just like that Chang’an Sect Master—when she watches, she doesn’t blink for hours, but when she’s not, she doesn’t care at all. I’m not that stubborn.”
Stretching languidly, Jiang Jiayi gazed at the stars, then picked up a rice cake and chewed slowly. After a pause, she said, “They should be on their way back.”
“Who?”
“My Master and my Junior Sister.”
The silver-haired girl blinked. “Didn’t you say you’re not Daoist Chang’an’s disciple?”
Jiang Jiayi turned her head, her smile sharp as swordlight. “Since she asked me to act as Sect Master, I might as well act as her disciple too. After all, she took that title first.”
Su Youwan wisely didn’t press further. “How do you know they’re returning?”
“There was a demonic shadow to the west of Mount Long, but it’s been taken care of. Likely my Master acted—it’s just like her, her Dao is terrifying.”
The silver-haired girl nodded, thinking of Xia Lianxue’s gentle face, wondering what they were doing now. Surely... not playing around with Young Master Lu?
Neither Jiang Jiayi nor Su Youwan spoke again. The air grew quiet, and both found comfort in that silence—it was the prevailing mood within the Dao Sect.
Suddenly, the silver-haired girl reached out to catch a snowflake, looking up. “It’s snowing.”
Autumn had passed, and the stillness of winter had arrived.
Flakes of snow drifted down into the cold pool, melting into water. Su Youwan loved winter—for it matched the color of her hair.
And Jiang Jiayi’s red robes by the bank became the most dazzling sight of all.
Softly, Jiang Jiayi said, “Snow means the New Year is near. In a few days, the White Domain Dao Sect will hang lanterns and paste spring couplets.”
Su Youwan tilted her head. “The Dao Sect keeps such traditions?”
“Mm. It was left by Sect Master Chang’an. He loved the New Year—and every year, he insisted on eating a bowl of plain noodle soup.”