novelraw Chapter 93 : Should It Be Pinned Up or Not
Chapter 93 : Should It Be Pinned Up or Not
Chapter 93: Should It Be Pinned Up or Not
“Is there any other way to establish a connection?”
Lu Changyuan was pulled into the room by Su Youwan, and the faint scent of sandalwood wrapped around him like a web.
“There isn’t.” The silver-haired girl spoke softly, then untied the sash at her waist. Her outer garment slid down like a butterfly shedding its cocoon, once again revealing that pale blue inner robe.
The inner robe was as thin as cicada wings, and under the lamplight faintly traced the curve of her shoulder blades, gleaming like porcelain under moonlight.
She placed the blindfold by the birdcage, then tilted her head slightly toward Lu Changyuan.
The moon-pale skin of the girl appeared before his eyes.
The girl began to gather her hair, revealing her slender nape—yet she suddenly stopped, walking barefoot toward him, light and graceful as a Bodhisattva descending to the mortal world. Her ankles glimmered faintly beneath the hem of her robe.
“Should it be pinned up or not?”
What difference did it make whether it was pinned up or not?
Lu Changyuan pondered for a moment, then realized there was no need to think at all.
“Third Highness, this—”
Su Youwan rose slightly on her toes, their noses almost touching.
A few strands of her silvery hair brushed past Lu Changyuan’s hand as she whispered, “Hold me. Let my scent linger on your body.”
A faint fragrance of sandalwood entered his nose.
Suddenly, an icy body pressed into his arms.
Startled by the chill, Lu Changyuan trembled slightly. Through the thin layer of fabric, it was as though he were holding a living jade sculpture.
“In truth, the effect is best without any clothes.” The girl’s calm voice came from beside his shoulder, as if stating a fact of pharmacology. “Complete contact of skin can greatly improve the efficiency.”
Lu Changyuan felt an indescribable stir within him.
“Just like that day, when Young Master Lu was in Ancestor Red Luan’s painting—Youwan saw that there was a woman’s fate on your body, from Miss Xia. It was… very complicated, so Youwan knew.”
The silver-haired girl moved slightly, burrowing faintly into his embrace, then whispered into his ear, “Young Master Lu has taken Miss Xia’s body, hasn’t he?”
Lu Changyuan felt his body heat being drawn away by Su Youwan.
His spirit too.
It was a strange feeling.
The heavenly Bodhisattva before him now wore only a moon-white inner robe, expressionless yet yielding in his arms.
Lowering his gaze, Lu Changyuan saw the robe slightly parted, revealing the elegant curve of her collarbone.
He had no time to look further, because a single thought flashed through his mind—
Where was Severed Thought?
At some point, the silver-haired girl had already removed his sword, placing it by the bedside.
Lu Changyuan reached toward it, but his hand met a cool, boneless softness instead.
Su Youwan’s crimson eyes at that moment carried an overpowering dominance, as if she were examining his soul. Her hand pressed down on his firmly, then she turned to face him—eye to eye.
Eye contact was a kiss without desire.
Few could conceal their emotions in such a gaze.
Su Youwan was still testing whether Lu Changyuan’s desire was that of lust—or something else.
She stood on tiptoe, legs tensed, lightly pressing her face against his. Soon, her thin, cool lips touched his cheek.
Lu Changyuan’s pupils shrank sharply.
At last, he realized where the dampness on his cheeks had come from in those previous moments.
“Third Highness?”
“Mm.”
The girl’s jade-white arms were now completely revealed, looping around his neck. Her delicate nose tilted upward as she met his eyes again.
Lu Changyuan repeated, “Third Highness?”
“Mm.”
Despite the intimate gesture, there was not a trace of girlish shyness on Su Youwan’s face. It was as if this act were natural, unquestionable.
It was merely cloaked under the excuse of “establishing a connection,” and thus permitted such shameless actions. The serene-faced Bodhisattva allowed him to hold her by the waist without resistance.
And yet, precisely because of that detached calmness, there was a peculiar allure—a temptation born from restraint, drawing the pure into corruption until they were utterly defiled.
Her silver hair brushed against his clothes; in the lightless Nether Kingdom, it seemed tainted by darkness, just like this supreme celestial Bodhisattva herself.
“Junior Sister, am I practicing the sword correctly this way?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Xia Lianxue’s tone was certain, though she frowned slightly, a strange unease in her heart.
Did something happen to the Young Master?
Qiu Yuehan gritted her teeth, wondering if this wasn’t all too excessive.
But since her Junior Sister was rarely willing to personally instruct her, she couldn’t question it.
Still—suspending the sword in midair, guiding the flow of cloud qi with its tip to carve out a flawless, patterned piece of cloud brocade that stayed intact for an entire incense stick’s time—that was simply too much!
Qiu Yuehan clenched her teeth, swung her sword toward the sky, cutting out a piece of cloud—but it shattered instantly beneath the sharp vibration of the blade.
What the hell.
Why was it so hard?
Could anyone truly do such a thing at the Fifth Realm?
Just as she was about to ask her Junior Sister for advice, she noticed that Xia Lianxue had already wandered leisurely to the pavilion—where someone was waiting inside.
Qiu Yuehan’s red lips parted, but she swallowed her words.
Xia Lianxue stepped into the ancient pavilion, and as always, Jiang Jiayi slid a cup of tea toward her.
“Are you sure it’s alright to trick her like this? That cloud was clearly frozen in time by your Dao of Time.”
The Red-Robed Sword Immortal spoke lightly.
Xia Lianxue smiled brightly. “You don’t say, I don’t say—no one will ever know.”
Jiang Jiayi indeed had no intention of telling Qiu Yuehan: “But what if she actually succeeds in mastering it?”
“Wouldn’t that be even better?”
The gentle fairy smiled softly.
If her Senior Sister truly managed to master it, the world would gain a terrifying new sword immortal.
That wouldn’t be bad at all.
After all, with the demon mark branded upon her Senior Sister, their Young Master would one day have another sword in his hand.
Xia Lianxue thought to herself.
Since Senior Sister didn’t want to remove the demon mark—then she would never be free from it again!
Feng Xianlong’s daughter, the one she once admired before recovering her memories, now served her tea and water—and should even thank her for it.
The thought brought a faint, serene smile to Xia Lianxue’s lips.
Jiang Jiayi waved her hand and opened a small box filled with chestnut cakes. “Made by mortals down the mountain. They should taste decent.”
Xia Lianxue picked one up, popped it into her mouth, and half-closed her eyes in contentment.
Suddenly, she asked, “The Young Master likes plain noodle soup. Do you have any idea where to find it?”
Jiang Jiayi shook her head. “You’ll have to ask her. I’m not well acquainted with the Sect Master.”
The Red-Robed Sword Immortal glanced toward the mountaintop—naturally referring to the White Domain Dao Sect’s master.
Xia Lianxue and Qiu Yuehan had been here for quite some time, yet the Sect Master hadn’t once appeared.
“Tell me about Daoist Chang’an.”
When the white-robed little fairy attained the Realm of Jade Radiance, Daoist Chang’an had already ascended, leaving the world in chaos. Her impression of him was limited to—very strong, unbelievably strong.
And nothing more.
But now that he had become her husband, she ought to know a little more.
What he liked to eat, his habits, what he did at certain times of day—these were all things Xia Lianxue wished to know.
But Jiang Jiayi only shook her head.
“Master Chang’an was a Taishang.”
“What does that mean?”
Jiang Jiayi sighed. “You and Master Chang’an are from the same era. The cultivation world in your time must have been chaotic. Such times are when Taishang beings most often emerge.”
Xia Lianxue still couldn’t grasp her meaning.
“So as the Master cultivated all the way up, everything he saw was a world where the strong devoured the weak. I don’t know what he went through, but I do know this—at the very end, he tried… to draw his sword against the heavens.”
“What does that have to do with being Taishang?”
Jiang Jiayi spoke softly, “Heaven’s Dao is merciless, impartial. The Taishan* too are without emotion, watching the mortal world with cold detachment. Taishang—is the domain of Heaven’s Dao itself.”
Xia Lianxue fell into a daze, as the wind stirred her hair, bringing with it a trace of coldness.