novelraw Chapter 77 : Why Does Your Sword Have a Sword Tassel Woven by a Woman?
Chapter 77 : Why Does Your Sword Have a Sword Tassel Woven by a Woman?
Chapter 77: Why Does Your Sword Have a Sword Tassel Woven by a Woman?
The night wind lifted the dark robes.
Fang Chang tightened his hold on the soft body in his arms.
Then sneered:
“You’re putting on quite an act... If I remember correctly, someone once said, ‘Once a person starts putting on airs in front of beautiful women like us, it means they’re interested in us.’ Could it be that Daoist Cheng is interested in me?”
Cheng Hua remained expressionless, though her eyelashes trembled slightly.
“There is no need for you to say such things to provoke me. I have always been without interest in romantic affairs between men and women. You should focus properly on cultivation before—”
As she spoke, she suddenly froze.
Her eyes swept over Fang Chang from top to bottom.
A trace of shock—rarely seen upon her face—appeared in her gaze.
“Third Realm?”
“You’re a good person, Cheng Hua. Truly. But my heart is wholly devoted to cultivation and has no interest whatsoever in romantic entanglements. As a Canglan Mountain cultivator with merely Second Realm cultivation, you should feel the same.”
Fang Chang shook his head with an expression of disappointed concern.
“......”
Cheng Hua stiffened slightly, a flash of embarrassment and irritation crossing her face.
She turned her head away, sulking quietly, no longer speaking to him.
Fang Chang burst into laughter.
Then he directly lifted Cheng Hua into a bridal carry.
One arm supported the backs of her legs, his fingers pressing directly against the inner side of her thigh.
His other arm wrapped around her shoulders and back, his palm pressed against her butterfly bones as he firmly locked her entire body into his embrace.
She was forced to lean back against the crook of his arm. During her struggles, her chest arched upward, her robes stretched tightly across her figure as the fullness of her breasts pressed toward Fang Chang’s chest, trembling softly with each breath.
Her long legs spread open within his arms, while the hem of her skirt slipped down along her thighs, exposing large stretches of tightly toned jade-like legs wrapped in white icy silk.
The fragrance of her sachet mixed with her natural scent, becoming faintly sweet beneath the warmth of his body.
“What are you doing?”
A moment of panic flashed through Cheng Hua’s eyes. She quickly pulled her skirt over her straight, slender legs before calming herself again and asking coldly.
“You can still walk?”
“Although the bandit leader escaped, the cultivators of the Five Turbid Path still haven’t all been dealt with.”
“That’s true, but men and women should not touch freely. Holding me this close goes against public propriety and common decency.”
“That makes sense.”
Fang Chang smiled.
“I’ll tie a rope around your waist and drag you along instead.”
“...That won’t be necessary.”
Cheng Hua sighed softly.
Her body relaxed slightly as she leaned against his chest.
“Then you may carry me. It’s not the first time anyway.”
When they first met, she had first been severely injured by Zhao Yuntong and later wounded again by the old woman of the Blood Demon Path.
Both times, Fang Chang had carried her somewhere safe.
During those occasions, she had been unconscious.
She had never asked how Fang Chang transported her.
But she knew—
for a beautiful woman like herself, Fang Chang had certainly taken plenty of liberties.
Yes.
That had to be correct.
Only—
this time was different.
Cheng Hua could clearly feel Fang Chang’s steady heartbeat, his burning masculine body temperature, and the faintly cold medicinal fragrance surrounding him.
She did not know whether it was because of her injuries or something else.
Her entire body felt hazy and muddled.
Just like the feeling in her dreams when he had held her during those aftereffects before.
Cheng Hua could not help but press her thighs together slightly tighter.
Her body temperature rose gradually, spreading along her neck and ears. A faint blush lingered there stubbornly, refusing to reach her face.
“......”
Fang Chang glanced sideways at her.
The Fairy’s side profile was delicate and immaculate. Her expression remained entirely normal, devoid of any emotion.
It looked less as though she was being carried by a man—
and more as though she were being carried by a genderless pig.
As expected of a female cultivator with a clear Dao Heart and few worldly desires...
Even this level of closeness was already extremely flirtatious and crossing boundaries.
The style of 《Fallen Immortal》 was conservative. A shy Fairy would blush even from holding hands.
Not to mention such intimate contact.
What?
You’re asking why you could hold hands with Fairies in 《Fallen Immortal》?
Otherwise, what did you think affection levels were for?
“My junior sister.”
Cheng Hua suddenly pointed toward the unconscious junior sister in the distance.
Fang Chang looked surprised.
“She’s your junior sister?”
“I only accepted her a few days ago.”
Fang Chang froze briefly.
Then suddenly chuckled, his gaze deepening as he stared at the little junior sister for quite some time before finally hoisting her over his shoulder.
He then glanced toward Cui Jianghan and Lei Zhuo lying unconscious not far away.
Shaking his head, he flicked a medicinal pill toward each of them.
As expected of Canglan Mountain.
Fang Chang inwardly praised his decision to join one of the Twelve Orthodox Paths.
See?
Ever since getting involved with Cheng Hua,
important NPCs he could never encounter before were suddenly appearing one after another.
The night wind gradually subsided.
The dark clouds around the crack in the heavens slowly dispersed, moonlight pouring downward.
Cheng Hua watched Fang Chang standing within it, the pale radiance gentle as flowing wind.
She could not help tightening her grip on the front of his robes.
Suddenly—
she narrowed her eyes upon noticing the disciple belt at Fang Chang’s waist.
“I remember you promised to wait for me at Ascension Town.”
“When a woman asks a man to wait for her, it usually doesn’t end well.”
“You didn’t trust me?”
“If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have taught you swordsmanship. You would already be dead right now.”
“Changing the subject again.”
Cheng Hua shook her head, then suddenly sighed.
“You must have found this laughable. Not long after entering the sect, we were attacked by demonic cultivators. Such things rarely happen, so you needn’t worry.”
Fang Chang merely smiled without speaking.
Cheng Hua glanced at him before continuing:
“The mountain-protecting grand formation of Canglan Mountain has been improved over generations and united with the Five Elements Dojo and the four treasure seals. This incident was merely an accident. Those thieves exploited a loophole. Even after all my years here, I had never encountered such a thing before.”
“So?”
“So, now that you’ve just entered the sect, do not leave the mountain.”
“When did I say I was leaving?”
A great burden finally lifted from Cheng Hua’s heart.
“That is good. In the future, I will also be able to properly instruct you in cultivation.”
“Your cultivation isn’t even higher than mine, Daoist Cheng.”
At that moment, a cultivator in the sky happened to be chasing down an evil cultivator of the Five Turbid Path. Golden light flashed past overhead, and entrails and chunks of flesh rained down beside the two of them.
The mixture of blood and night made Fang Chang’s face appear even brighter.
Cheng Hua paused.
She looked as though she had many questions she wished to ask.
For example—
how Fang Chang had entered the sect.
Why his cultivation advanced so quickly.
Whether he had been injured during the mountain assault.
Whether the Five Elements Treasure Seals in the sky had something to do with him...
Yet when those emotions surged within her chest, she found herself unable to say even a single word.
Fang Chang said:
“If there’s something you want to ask, then ask.”
But I won’t necessarily answer.
Cheng Hua remained expressionless as she let out a breath.
“Back at the Ascension Inn that day, why did the sword in your hand have a sword tassel woven by a woman?”
Even Fang Chang was momentarily stunned.
What kind of question was that?
“Fang Chang—”
A crisp voice burst forth like a bird returning to its nest, instantly shattering the stagnant atmosphere.
A figure in a goose-yellow dress came running along the moonlit path.
Cui Wenxi’s face carried a bright smile, her eyes curved into crescents while loose strands of hair fluttered beside her temples in the wind. She looked like a sudden beam of light breaking into the scene.
Her body was covered in blood.
In her hand she held the Red Lotus Sword, its exquisite sword tassel swaying back and forth beneath the moonlight with striking brilliance.
Cheng Hua froze.
Cui Wenxi’s footsteps gradually slowed as well.
Only about ten feet separated the three of them. She clearly saw the person in Fang Chang’s arms—
Junior Sister Cheng.
——Junior Sister Cheng, who was normally detached from worldly desire, possessed a clear Dao Heart, and kept distant from men.
Yet now, her robes were slightly disheveled. Her legs were held securely within Fang Chang’s palm while her entire body leaned softly against his chest, expressionless.
But Cui Wenxi had been close friends with Cheng Hua for many years.
How could she possibly fail to notice—
the faint jealousy and questioning hidden within the way Cheng Hua looked at Fang Chang?
Instantly—
Cui Wenxi realized something.
Her throat tightened painfully, and the smile on her face froze awkwardly in place, unable to rise or fall further.