CHAPTER 241: CHAPTER 182: ONE BODY WITH TWIN SOULS! THE SCENT ON MY BROTHER IS WONDERFUL! (4000 WORDS)_1

In a secluded spot, Wang Xiu and Luo Hongyi stood facing each other. Neither of them spoke.

Luo Hongyi sized up Wang Xiu, as if trying to discern something about him. However, her gaze kept uncontrollably drifting to his flawlessly handsome face.

Her heart raced, her body grew inexplicably warm, and her cheeks flushed red. Flustered, she spun around, clutching at her chest. What are you fantasizing about? Get a grip!

I’m sorry, Sister. I couldn’t help it...

Wang Xiu watched with a strange expression as Luo Hongyi abruptly turned away. He noticed her blood-red dress suddenly flicker to a cyan color before snapping back again, as if in an extremely unstable state. Although the process was brief, Wang Xiu caught it clearly.

What’s going on? Is she a chameleon?

Luo Hongyi regulated her breathing, then fixed her gaze on Wang Xiu. A crimson light flashed in her eyes. "How did you do it?"

Wang Xiu’s eyes darted about. "It was like this... then that way... and then that way again..."

Luo Hongyi was speechless.

"Don’t want to say? Fine. Everyone has their secrets, and I won’t force you!" Luo Hongyi stared at Wang Xiu, a sudden touch of madness creeping into her expression. "But you have to fight me!"

This wasn’t the first time the thought of fighting Wang Xiu had occurred to Luo Hongyi. It started when he first saw through her concealment, and the urge grew stronger after he rescued Xiang Tiange from her grasp.

However, her sister had always stopped her, preventing her from acting on the impulse.

But now, Wang Xiu was only a Golden Core Stage cultivator. Yet, on his first visit to the Holy Academy’s grounds, he had completely ignored the Spiritual Pressure!

This skyrocketed Luo Hongyi’s interest in him to its peak. I have to fight him. If I don’t get this fight, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.

Wang Xiu hesitated. "Uh... Senior Sister, as I’ve said, I’m not good at fighting."

Luo Hongyi snorted. "Fine, then don’t fight back. Then it won’t be a fight!"

The moment the words left her mouth, a red shadow flashed. Luo Hongyi crossed the void and appeared right in front of Wang Xiu.

Her jade-like palm struck out toward Wang Xiu’s chest.

BOOM!

Terrifying Mana erupted, kicking up a furious gale. Countless ancient trees were ripped from the ground, disintegrating into dust amidst the horrifying shockwaves.

Luo Hongyi’s eyes blazed red. Her blood-red dress fluttered behind her like the Asura Blood Sea. A giant palm imprint, hundreds of feet in size, formed from the soaring red light and crashed toward Wang Xiu.

At that moment, she was like a demon born for slaughter, her murderous aura flooding the entire area.

"Great Plucking Star Hand!"

Wang Xiu’s brow furrowed. He already knew Luo Hongyi was an expert in the techniques of the Physical Sect, but he hadn’t expected her to have mastered a move as devastating as the Great Plucking Star Hand. This woman really doesn’t pull her punches.

If he were just an ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivator, he would have no chance of withstanding this palm strike.

At this thought, Wang Xiu decided not to humor her any longer. He raised his hand in a grasping motion, and the Mingxue Executioner Sword materialized in a flash of light. He prepared to counter with a backhanded slash.

But just then, something unexpected happened.

Luo Hongyi, whose expression had been fierce and crazed, suddenly seemed to be struggling. Her eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

There was no response, but the vast mana condensed around her body dissipated. Her blood-red dress shifted to cyan at an astonishing speed, and her charging figure shuddered violently. A look of panic and distress washed over her face.

"AAAAHHH—"

Unsteady on her feet, she stumbled directly toward the edge of Wang Xiu’s sword.

Just as the tip of his sword was about to pierce her chest, Wang Xiu twisted his wrist and swiftly sheathed the Mingxue Executioner Sword.

The next moment, Luo Hongyi stumbled and fell straight into Wang Xiu’s arms, landing in a full embrace.

The feeling of a warm, fragrant, and soft body in his arms left Wang Xiu stunned. What the hell...? What is going on? Weren’t we supposed to be fighting? I pull out my sword, and this is what happens? If I hadn’t reacted so fast, she’d have been run clean through.

He looked down and met Luo Hongyi’s eyes, immediately sensing that something was wrong.

While the previous Luo Hongyi’s eyes had been full of pride and battle intent—even a hint of brutality, as if she were ready to punch anyone who displeased her—the woman before him now had clear, limpid eyes and a fragile air. She looked like an innocent young girl who knew nothing of the world, a completely different person from moments ago.

"You’re so beautiful... and you smell so good," she said, blinking her clear, bright eyes, which twinkled like stars. "Did you come from the heavens?"

Wang Xiu hesitated, "Senior Sister, you..."

"My name is Luo Qingyi," she said. "That was my sister just now... Did she scare you? I apologize on her behalf."

Wang Xiu’s hands were still around her waist. As she looked up at him, a red glint reappeared in her eyes. "Who asked you to apologize? Let go of me!"

Her expression was furious as she raised her hand to slap him. Before the blow could land, however, the red glint in her eyes was suppressed. The intended slap transformed into a gentle, impossibly tender caress.

Wang Xiu was speechless.

Luo Qingyi’s snow-white face turned crimson, and her breathing quickened. It was the first time in her memory that she had ever touched a man’s face.

Luo Hongyi’s voice raged, "Damn it, what are you doing? Let go of me, you bastard!"

She raised her palm again, this time more fiercely than before. But with astonishing willpower, Luo Qingyi suppressed her once more, forcibly changing the destination of her hand.

As a result, the slap landed on Wang Xiu’s neck, hooking his head down toward her. It was a touch as light as a dragonfly on water—there and gone in an instant.

Their faces were only inches apart, close enough to feel each other’s breath.

Wang Xiu was quite composed.

But Luo Qingyi seemed overwhelmed, her cheeks burning as hot as a furnace.