CHAPTER 323: CHAPTER 214: LET’S GET CLOSER TO EACH OTHER IN THE FUTURE_2

If one appears too eager, it makes oneself seem cheap. I should take this step by step.

"It’s getting late, so we will take our leave now," Murong Fenghua, truly unable to stand Qinglian Fairy’s harassment any longer, finally proposed their departure.

Qinglian Fairy naturally persisted in her attempts to make them stay. Her enthusiasm was frightening.

Murong Fenghua made several excuses and then, feigning other business, rose to leave.

"Farewell."

Wen Zhixing gave a slight bow to the two women and then followed Murong Fenghua.

Once the two had departed, Qinglian Fairy’s gaze returned to its usual calm. It was as if the overly enthusiastic person from moments ago hadn’t been her at all.

She looked at her own palm, dazed and somewhat lost in thought.

Strange. If this had happened before, I would have been delighted to take advantage of Murong Fenghua. But this time, it just felt... average. No thrill coursed through me. The touch was pleasant, yes, but only that—merely pleasant. My heart felt no satisfaction.

"Qinglian Fairy, just now, inside..." Li Juncheng, finding himself alone with her, couldn’t resist speaking after some thought.

"It was nothing, merely healing his injuries." Qinglian Fairy’s expression turned cold. Before Li Juncheng could finish, she waved her hand dismissively. "I’m a bit tired."

"Alright, you should rest then."

Li Juncheng’s words caught in his throat, but he managed a smile and departed. He had encountered such situations more than once.

But today... it seemed... particularly distressing.

PHEW...

Once Li Juncheng was gone, the tension on Qinglian Fairy’s face eased. My heart is in utter turmoil. I can barely recognize myself anymore. Closed-door cultivation... I need closed-door cultivation... I must eliminate all these negative influences.

Qinglian Fairy bit her lower lip lightly and walked back into the house.

Meanwhile, Murong Fenghua and Wen Zhixing once again used the Teleportation Array to enter the inner sect. This time, however, an unspoken awkwardness settled between them.

Wen Zhixing had no intention of initiating conversation. This time, Murong Fenghua really threw me under the bus. Although the outcome was ultimately good, I’m still quite upset. The situation earlier was rather perilous. If only she had given me some warning beforehand, I would feel much better about it.

Another moment of silence passed.

"Wen Zhixing." Murong Fenghua suddenly turned her head to look at him. "Are you upset with me?"

"Not at all," Wen Zhixing replied, shaking his head with a gentle smile.

"Really?" Murong Fenghua raised an eyebrow, her star-like eyes fixed on Wen Zhixing, as if trying to discern something from his gaze.

Unfortunately, all she saw was that gentle smile, devoid of any discernible emotion. However, the more composed he appeared, the more it suggested that Wen Zhixing was not as indifferent as he seemed on the surface. She had to remember, her primordial spirit was connected to Wen Zhixing’s. Even if the connection wasn’t very direct, she could still sense a clear distance between them now.

"Really. I’m fine, aren’t I?" Wen Zhixing maintained his smile.

Murong Fenghua fell silent for a moment. Then, as if having made a decision, a hint of coyness appeared on her face. Under Wen Zhixing’s gaze, she lowered her head and explained, "This time... it all happened so suddenly. In the future, if anything like this comes up, I’ll discuss it with you beforehand... alright?"

"Eh?" Wen Zhixing was taken aback.

That tone... that demeanor... So soft, so gentle. It was a world away from the usual domineering Murong Fenghua.

"Alright?" Murong Fenghua asked again in a low voice. Even with her head bowed, her flushed cheeks were visible.

"Eh?" Wen Zhixing involuntarily took a step back.

Wait a minute! Is this still Murong Fenghua? Would Murong Fenghua ever apologize to me like this? However... her words did cause the resentment in my heart to begin dissipating rapidly. Why couldn’t she have just said this earlier? Sometimes, men are just that easy to appease. A little yielding, a touch of affection, a few kind words—as long as it’s not something too outrageous, forgiveness usually follows.

"Well, is it alright or not? Give me an answer! Stop being so diffident, you’re a grown man," Murong Fenghua suddenly snapped, lifting her head, her eyes now flashing with emotion.

She only ever seemed at a loss when facing Qinglian Fairy. Ordinarily, she was imperious with everyone. If not for the influence of that other primordial spirit, she would never have acted so meekly.

"Uh, yes, yes, yes, it’s alright!" Wen Zhixing felt a jolt, caught off guard by Murong Fenghua’s abrupt shift.

This Murong Fenghua is like she has two personalities. It’s baffling, he thought, feeling rather speechless.

"Really? Then let’s pinky promise. Whoever gets angry later has to act like a little dog." Murong Fenghua’s expression changed in an instant, her eyes curving into crescents. She extended her slender white hands, wiggling them playfully in front of Wen Zhixing.

"Ah, oh, okay." Slightly stunned, Wen Zhixing also extended his large hand.

Their little fingers hooked, swayed gently, and then their thumbs touched.

Childish... Wen Zhixing couldn’t help but chuckle internally. She’s hundreds of years old and still playing these children’s games.

The next moment, Wen Zhixing felt a chill on his thumb, followed by a peculiar energy flowing into his body.

[Oath established.]

[Violator of the oath shall transform into a dog.]

The prompt panel suddenly appeared.

Wen Zhixing: "?"

Huh? No way! It was just a pinky promise. How can it actually be binding?

"Fairy Murong, just now, you..." Wen Zhixing whirled to face Murong Fenghua.

However, she had already turned away cheerfully, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"What about just now? Didn’t you agree? It’s settled then, no getting angry later, okay?" A crafty smile touched Murong Fenghua’s lips as she waggled her fingers again.

"I..." Wen Zhixing looked down at the hand that had made the promise.

He genuinely hadn’t considered this possibility. A pinky promise could actually be effective? Indeed, a woman’s words could not be trusted.

After some time, the two returned to the estate they had been at previously.

"Wen Zhixing, you go on in. I still have matters to attend to. You can stay here for now; I’ll come find you in a few days," Murong Fenghua said, showing no intention of entering herself.

This estate was merely one of her temporary residences; she didn’t live here often. Besides, having been away for so many years, there were many things she needed to handle.

"Okay." Wen Zhixing nodded, not asking for reasons, and walked in alone.

Without Murong Fenghua around, it was actually better for him. Good. He could finally focus on cultivating properly for a while.

"Oh, right, here’s this back for you." Just as Murong Fenghua was about to leave, she tossed something towards him.

A flash of blood-red light arced through the air.

"Ah bah!"

A familiar voice sounded. Wen Zhixing turned his head; it was his Life Defying Blood Body.

This ’item’ had been held by Murong Fenghua. Now that she remembered, she naturally returned it. Perhaps Wen Zhixing was anxious for it.

In the next instant, Murong Fenghua rode the wind and quickly vanished from sight.

"Uh..." Wen Zhixing and the Life Defying Blood Body stared at each other blankly.

He really wanted to ask why it had come back. Shouldn’t it be obediently collecting Fortune Fragments? But now that it was returned, there was nothing to be done.

"Come back then." Wen Zhixing shook his head and recalled the Life Defying Blood Body.

It didn’t matter anymore. After all, the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land had no shortage of Fortune Fragments. That Qinglian Fairy, that Li Juncheng—their heads were practically covered in densely packed Fortune Fragments.

"Time to cultivate." Wen Zhixing turned and walked further in. I’ll use this time to thoroughly comprehend the Fortune Divine Devil Skill. That way, even if I really do turn into a dog, I can change back.

Soon, two days passed in the blink of an eye. Wen Zhixing remained secluded in his room, immersed in cultivation.

Meanwhile, at the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, a massive flying boat appeared in the void not far away.

The arrivals were Liu Qingxuan and his party. After many days of travel, they had finally reached their destination.

The appearance of the flying boat immediately drew the attention of many. Numerous disciples of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect cast their gazes towards it.

Even the Stealing Daytime and Changing Daytime Demon Sovereign, who had only recently joined the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, glanced in the direction of the flying boat.

"Huh? People from Wondrous Palace and the Righteous Sun Sect?" The Stealing Daytime and Changing Daytime Demon Sovereign paused, startled. He never imagined they would also come to this place.