CHAPTER 185: CHAPTER 156: BEING YOUR BOYFRIEND... SENIOR BROTHER IS ALSO VERY HAPPY. _1

Warm light spilled over the peach trees. Mo Li’s expression faltered at Dan Wulan’s words as she gazed at the peach tree before her.

This was the tree Master planted for her?

How could that person find the leisure to plant such a thing? Was there some deeper meaning? Or had he taken notice of this woman’s talent?

A few indescribable sentiments unknowingly mingled in her eyes, her jade-like fingers tightly clutching the brocade quilt.

My own strength is still lacking, and this Ninth Uncle seems far too distant for me now.

Not arguing aloud, she bit her lip and took a step back, the bleakness in her heart seemingly deepening further.

Dan Wulan’s cool gaze lightly swept over Mo Li. Noticing the quilt in Mo Li’s hands, which had almost frozen stiff in the wind, Dan Wulan stepped forward.

Subconsciously, Mo Li retreated another step, her crystalline toes leaving deep footprints in the snow. She softly said, "Disciple understands... Ninth Uncle, please go ahead."

She sneered inwardly. I’ll endure this for now. It’s the only way...

While pondering, she saw a jade-like hand extending toward her. Startled, Mo Li prepared to dodge.

What is Ninth Uncle trying to do?

But she found the brocade quilt had been pulled from her hand by Dan Wulan. A mist-like Spiritual Energy washed over it, and the ice and snow on the quilt melted away, leaving it soft as before. Dan Wulan then casually stuffed the quilt, still carrying traces of warmth, back into Mo Li’s hands.

"You may go."

After a pause, Dan Wulan added, "I don’t like you, but you are his disciple."

Turning away, not looking at Mo Li, she focused on watering the peach trees, one after another.

Watching Dan Wulan’s absorbed demeanor, Mo Li held the quilt, pursing her lips, unsure of what to say. After a moment, she offered, "Thank you, Ninth Uncle."

Then she turned and walked away.

「Luoxue City.」

They had already been wandering for almost the entire day, and the sky had gradually dimmed.

They visited many renowned shops like Wan Qingzhai, and Su Bei bought countless clothes and some things that seemed useful to him.

The Lantern Festival at night was the true celebration.

Lanterns hung high on both sides of the main road, illuminating the bustling and lively scene despite the nightfall.

The dim lanterns lit up the entire sky. Beneath the orange light, Dan Wuque’s face was flushed an attractive red, her eyes fixed on the various performances before her.

Crowds jostled through the streets amid brilliant fireworks resembling fiery trees and silver flowers. Stilt-walkers, land boat rowers, lion dancers...

"Brother, there are so many lanterns here!"

At night, the bright lantern light reflected on their faces, mixed with the sweet scent of rice cakes in the air.

Perhaps because of the three women’s striking appearances, there were always people along the way trying to approach and chat with them.

But whenever someone came near, they would suddenly become distracted, scratching their heads and muttering to themselves, "Strange? What was I doing here just now?"

"Oh! I wanted to use the restroom. How odd, why was I about to undress in front of all these people...?"

Dan Wuque, seeing this, broke into a wide smile, laughter in her voice, "Brother, you’re so naughty!"

Su Bei smiled, looking at the excitement on his junior sister’s face. Today, I’ll play the role of her protector, he murmured to himself.

Xiao Ruoching’s eyes roved around. Spotting an attractive stall not too far away, her eyes lit up. She grabbed the somewhat dazed Sword Maiden and dashed over, exclaiming, "Look, those are masks!"

Watching his prodigal disciple and Sword Maiden run towards the stall, Su Bei’s lips curved with a touch of tenderness.

This is the life I want. What’s cultivation for, if not to enjoy such warmth with the people I cherish?

"Master—"

Coming back to his senses, he saw his disciple waving at him from a distance.

Su Bei smiled and waved back in greeting.

Then his gaze drifted through the crowd to a family of three smiling brightly as they made their way through. A child sat atop her father’s shoulders, her chubby cheeks flushed. She held a big bunch of cotton candy and asked softly, "Happy?"

With a candied hawthorn in hand, Dan Wuque opened her mouth slightly, as if hesitating because she couldn’t fit the whole thing in. Then, she opened wide and zealously gobbled it all at once, her speech muffled, "Happy!"

Her breath lightly steamed into the air. "Brother is so kind to me," she murmured. "I never knew, besides cultivation, there were so many fun things..."

For centuries, she had focused solely on cultivation, unaware that the world offered more than just that.

Is one who is obsessed with martial arts truly foolish?

Dan Wuque was just a Cultivator, not an Immortal. In truth, she was no different from an ordinary girl.

She was entranced by the fireworks blooming across the sky. Through hundreds of years of cultivation, she had let go of too much. Those memories, buried deep in her heart and nearly forgotten, were slowly awakened by Su Bei.

The fireworks scattered down, a sky full of brilliant, colorful sparks, reflecting in Dan Wuque’s sparkling eyes.

They also highlighted the sesame seed stuck to the corner of Dan Wuque’s sugary lips.

Seeing her natural, artless expression, Su Bei couldn’t help but reach out. He tenderly pinched her delicate cheek, brushing the corner of her mouth and gently removing the sesame seed.

Such tender gestures had long surpassed the bounds of brother and sister.