novelraw Chapter 78 : I Can Ignore Your Feelings
Chapter 78 : I Can Ignore Your Feelings
Chapter 78: I Can Ignore Your Feelings
The air was terrifyingly quiet.
The wind beneath the moon suddenly stopped.
Cui Wenxi stood ten paces away with the Red Lotus Sword in hand. The sword tassel swayed one final time within the motionless air before falling still against the sword guard.
The smile remained upon her face,
yet it looked like a flower struck by frost, wilted and lifeless.
“Junior Sister...”
Her voice was so dry that even she herself barely recognized it.
Cheng Hua tried to move her gaze away from the sword tassel hanging from the Red Lotus Sword.
A strange feeling lingered within her heart.
Her Dao Heart was steadfast, and she attempted to suppress it, yet the feeling clung to her like maggots attached to bone, refusing to disperse.
She forcibly calmed her gaze.
Then her eyes settled upon Cui Wenxi, whom she had not seen for many days.
“Senior Sister Cui, long time no see.”
“L-long time no see.”
Cui Wenxi replied stiffly.
Her gaze shifted away from the two of them as she mechanically turned her neck to look toward the ground beside her.
A violet-black glint flashed within her eyes.
The corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
No one noticed that the Red Lotus Sword in her hand had slowly aligned itself toward Cheng Hua.
She forced out a dry smile.
“Junior Sister Cheng... certainly seems to be very well protected...”
Cheng Hua curled inward slightly, unable to meet her eyes. The tips of her ears had already turned completely red.
“Senior Sister misunderstands... Fang Chang, he...”
“After knowing Junior Sister for so long, this is the first time I’ve heard you directly call a man by his name. Could it be that your heart has finally begun to stir?”
The ending of Cui Wenxi’s voice rose faintly, as though mocking her.
But her eyes did not smile.
Her eyes resembled two dried wells, with violet-black darkness settled immovably at the bottom.
Cheng Hua’s words halted abruptly.
“Senior Sister...”
Yet Cheng Hua could not help glancing once more toward the increasingly eye-catching sword tassel.
“My relationship with Fang Chang is merely that of fellow disciples. I was injured today, and he rescued me. That is all.”
“That is all?”
Cui Wenxi’s breathing deepened noticeably.
She bit down hard upon her pearly teeth as she stared fixedly at Cheng Hua.
Then why are your hands clutching his robes so tightly?
Cheng Hua seemed angered by the silent accusation. Her brows tightened.
“Rather than me, Senior Sister should explain—whose sword is that in your hand?”
Killing intent abruptly thickened around Cui Wenxi.
Spiritual Essence had already begun rising from the Red Lotus Sword in her hand.
The sword belonged to Cui Shuyu.
It was the sword that killed both Perfected Yue Su and Cui Shuyu.
“So it seems... I really arrived at quite the wrong time.”
She suddenly stepped forward—
“No.”
Fang Chang suddenly spoke, interrupting the tense atmosphere between them.
He shifted Cheng Hua slightly upward in his arms, stabilizing her position once more.
The backs of Cheng Hua’s legs rested securely within his palm while the hem of her skirt hung down, exposing a small section of white icy silk stockings.
“You arrived at exactly the right time.”
What are you trying to do, Little Cui?
This is your beloved close friend, your sworn sister.
“Ah?!”
Cui Wenxi’s eyelashes trembled violently.
Her entire body shuddered.
After Fang Chang’s interruption, the violet-black color in her eyes rapidly faded away.
Without realizing it, she reversed her grip on the Red Lotus Sword.
Although Fang Chang had engraved psychological imprints into her consciousness,
those imprints only activated during moments of intense emotional fluctuation. Most of the time, she was still herself.
And now, after Fang Chang’s interruption,
she returned to normal. Most of her previous thoughts scattered away.
What filled her heart now was mostly embarrassment and confusion.
Embarrassment from reuniting with Junior Sister Cheng.
Confusion over why Cheng Hua and Fang Chang seemed so intimate.
“Ah what? Little Cui, didn’t you notice I’m still carrying another one?”
Fang Chang gestured toward the little junior sister still hanging over his shoulder.
“Oh... oh!”
Cui Wenxi instantly became adorable and obedient again, a huge blush spreading across her small delicate face.
She hurried over and took Cheng Hua’s junior sister into her arms.
At this close distance,
she noticed Cheng Hua curling inward slightly, her soft chest pressing even closer against Fang Chang’s chest.
Cui Wenxi’s heartbeat skipped.
Her chest felt stuffy and uncomfortable.
“You two... you two... th-this... that...”
“What?”
“Nothing!”
After those words—
the three of them fell into silence once more.
The awkward atmosphere spread unchecked.
Fang Chang also remained silent.
He thoroughly enjoyed watching them misunderstand one another while neither side clarified anything.
When drifting through the jianghu,
aside from the three unwritten truths,
something even more important was chaining ships together with iron cables so one could walk upon them as though on flat ground, and following Han Xin’s principle that the more troops, the better.
After the brief exchange,
they simply remained standing there.
In the end, it was still Senior Sister Cui Wenxi—whose normal personality had returned—who could not endure the silence due to her strong sense of social responsibility.
And after noticing Cheng Hua’s injuries, her heart softened, prompting her to break the silence.
“Junior Sister Cheng, are your injuries serious?”
“They are not a problem.”
Cheng Hua shook her head.
After a pause, she suddenly said:
“I killed Cui Yinqiu.”
“Ah? Junior Sister has also slaughtered a fellow disciple?”
Cui Wenxi looked somewhat surprised, though not especially disturbed.
“Cui Yinqiu was a traitorous disciple.”
To avoid misunderstandings, Fang Chang helplessly explained.
Fortunately,
a certain Fairy with a clear Dao Heart and detached desires was somewhat dense and failed to notice anything strange.
She merely lifted her chin slightly and repeated her accomplishment:
“I mean, with Second Realm cultivation, I killed a Fourth Realm cultivator.”
Cui Wenxi froze briefly before bursting into amused laughter.
“Junior Sister truly hasn’t changed. You always have these sudden moments of unexpected cuteness.”
No wonder people liked her so much.
Suddenly, an indescribable bitterness welled up in her heart, sour to the point of pain.
She forced out a smile and hugged the unconscious junior sister in her arms a little tighter.
“This junior sister’s injuries are unclear, and she has no cultivation to protect herself. I shall head to Clear Heart Hall first. The two of you can come more slowly afterward.”
After saying that,
she did not wait for a reply.
She quickly departed.
Fang Chang watched her figure disappear into the moonlight before lowering his gaze toward Cheng Hua.
Cheng Hua looked toward the direction Cui Wenxi had left.
There was no expression on her face whatsoever.
“Your relationship with Senior Sister Cui seems quite good.”
“It’s alright, I suppose.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
Fang Chang laughed.
Cheng Hua remained expressionless as she lightly bit her lip and ignored him again.
...
...
The assault upon Canglan Mountain by the Five Turbid Path had essentially reached its conclusion.
By the time Fang Chang delivered Cheng Hua to Clear Heart Hall,
only a few scattered techniques still flashed across the sky.
Which meant that very few Five Turbid Path cultivators capable of flight remained alive.
Large numbers of cultivators guarded the surroundings of Clear Heart Hall. Some had survived bloody combat, while others had returned to battle after receiving simple treatment.
As expected of righteous cultivators from a great orthodox sect.
Their discipline and Dao Hearts truly left nothing to criticize.
They had contributed greatly to protecting the low-level cultivators within Clear Heart Hall.
This place was sufficiently safe.
There were also enough people watching.
Fang Chang did not remain long.
After handing Cheng Hua over to the healers, he returned toward the bamboo forest cottage behind Huangmei Courtyard’s back mountain.
...
...
“So this is the end?”
Zhao Yuntong suddenly asked.
It was already deep into the night.
The bamboo forest at the back mountain seemed completely disconnected from the rest of Canglan Mountain.
The front mountain had been reduced to shattered ruins, devastated and broken apart, with abnormal heavenly phenomena everywhere.
Yet upon returning here,
it was as though none of that had ever happened.
The sea of bamboo still surged endlessly, green waves covering the mountains beneath the wind.
Inside the small cottage, beneath dim candlelight—
three Yin Corpses sat side by side upon the bed, all their clothing removed.
The candle flames flickered, causing their jade-like skin to reflect a cold pale glow.
Their corpse bodies lacked the warmth of living flesh. Their skin was pale to the point of near transparency, revealing faint bluish veins beneath the surface.
The three bodies resembled sculptures carved from the finest mutton-fat jade. Their fuller curves were soft, while their slender portions remained beautifully defined.
Sitting side by side,
they appeared both bizarre and alluring.
After such a massive battle,
whether it was the exhausted Corpse Puppets or the newly obtained little Tai Sui, all of them required maintenance.
Unlike Zhang Su, who had completely entered dormant sleep to avoid this situation,
the Tai Sui Flesh Body behaved like a curious child—innocent and restless—constantly trying to tear off the Yin-Nurturing Talismans attached to her chest and the yin areas at the front and back of her body.
Zhao Yuntong showed no concern whatsoever over exposing her voluptuous, scorching figure before Fang Chang.
She crossed her long legs.
The lush flesh of her thighs squeezed tightly together.
Then she rested an elbow atop her knee, lightly supporting her chin with one hand.
As she leaned forward, the completely uncovered fullness before her swayed gently from side to side.
The candlelight flowed over her magnificent curves like molten gold, shadows constantly shifting and outlining every proud contour.
“Destroying an innocent righteous Fairy.”
“So this was your goal all along?”
Fang Chang did not look at her.
Instead, he added:
“I also shattered the heavens, took Canglan Mountain’s Fire Element Treasure Seal, and obtained a Tai Sui Corpse Puppet... Stop tearing that off, you idiot.”
He slapped away the Tai Sui’s hand. The foolish thing had spread her long legs apart again and was trying to rip off another talisman.
“No. I can tell.”
Zhao Yuntong shook her head.
“You spent all this effort primarily to destroy that Cui Wenxi, didn’t you?”
Fang Chang did not answer.
“Did she offend you?”
“What if I said I was trying to save her?”
“Hehe... As her cultivation deepens, one day she will eventually realize what you did to her. Fang Chang, when that time comes, she certainly won’t thank you.”
Fang Chang sneered softly.
“There have never been few people who hated me. Besides, I already told her before: ‘There will be plenty of things you regret.’”
Zhao Yuntong narrowed her crimson eyes slightly, somewhat surprised.
She could tell.
The man before her was actually in a rather complicated mood.
More surprising still—
seeing him like this unexpectedly made her heart ache for him.
She licked her red lips, moisture glistening across them.
For some reason,
she suddenly wanted to bite him.
“I don’t care that you accepted this little Tai Sui. She’s no different from an ordinary brainless Corpse Puppet. But you are not allowed to spend too much thought and energy on other women.”
“And what does Teacher Tongzi mean by that?”
“I can ignore your feelings. But your energy... all of it must be spent on me.”
Fang Chang sighed.
He knew a great battle was unavoidable.
He lay spread-eagle on the bed, stubbornly turning his face away.