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Chapter 338: Fates Intertwined

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"Young master, are you asleep?"

Lü Ya stood outside the door; through the hazy light you could see her outline, and she was cradling a pillow in her arms.

You asked, "I'm about to sleep, what's the matter?"

In fact, you don't need sleep.

Now you are a First Realm Ascendant Immortal, a strong one, and even ten thousand days and nights without rest wouldn't affect you.

What you care most about is the Pure World spirit vessel's contained Pure World power, which can support how long you can remain in the Jing Tu world.

"Young master, may I come in?"

Outside the door, Lü Ya asked you again.

You asked again, "What is it?"

"The... the weather's cold, I... I came to warm... warm your bed," she said, her voice tinged with shyness.

Your heart trembled.

"Warm the bed?"

"Do you mean the kind of warm bed I imagined?"

You've never fantasized about matters between men and women, but you understand a bit.

"Young master, if you don't speak, I'll go in then."

Creak! The door opened!

The night cannot block your sight; you see a figure tiptoeing clumsily toward you.

She is still too clumsy.

After only a few steps she nearly trips; you, in a hurry, swiftly catch her.

"Y-Young master, you... you can teleport? So... so impressive."

Cradled in your arms, Lü Ya gasped, "You've been away for so many years—did you enter the Immortal Gate to cultivate?"

"Uh... I guess so."

You carry Lü Ya onto the bed, feeling inexplicably nervous.

She is like a ball of scorching fire, breathing much heavier than usual, curled in your arms like a kitten.

You tease, "You're so hot, truly a warm bed."

Lü Ya stammers, "Y-Young master, why aren't you taking off your clothes? Do cultivators sleep clothed at night?"

You actually never thought about sleeping.

Doing all this is merely obeying the girl's fantasy.

What young master? He doesn't exist at all.

"Young master, do you despise me?" Lü Ya asked again.

"Why do you say that?"

You don't despise her at all; you like her intensely—she's the first woman to stir affection in your heart, even if only at first sight.

Even Sister Fu Yan, you only wish to save her heart and alleviate her suffering, not this kind of romantic feeling.

Lü Ya said, "I've heard cultivators are all beautiful, like celestial maidens above the Nine Heavens, untouched by Mortal Dust."

"When you cultivated, you were accustomed to Immortals; now you see a Mortal Dust woman like me—how could you not despise me?"

"If you don't like me, I'll leave."

Lü Ya said, and a feeling of grievance rose in her heart.

You can feel her sincere devotion, the kind of feeling willing to pour everything into you.

You can't help but be puzzled.

Does that young master really exist? Between the young master and you, who existed first?

Is it because you came here that there is a Lin Fu young master? Or did the young master already exist, and after you arrived you were mistaken for him?

This point is very important.

You take a deep breath, "Lü Ya, have you ever considered that I'm not your young master? Before now, you've never seen me?"

"Perhaps your family's miss also misidentified you."

"Impossible!" Lü Ya firmly rejects, no longer timid, as if to argue with you logically.

She says, "I will never be mistaken!"

You tease, "But you didn't recognize me at first."

"At that time I was too flustered and had never encountered you, so I didn't recognize you."

Lü Ya said solemnly, "The miss told me that if the young master truly appears, merely touching his hand will let one feel everything."

"Fate will bind us tightly together."

"I felt it, that inseparable sensation, so you must be the young master."

You fell silent.

Fate?

Have you not also been guided by an unseen fate, stubbornly bringing you here?

For this you have paid a lot, even causing Director Meng to be arrested.

What you did must look crazy to outsiders, even crazier than this girl.

You both are doing crazy things.

With that thought, you think perhaps this truly is destiny's decree.

Whether or not, you are reluctant to leave.

Tonight, you must explore the girl's inner world, to see how rich the fantasies that sustain her alone in this shadowed world truly are.

After a moment of silence, Lü Ya spoke again, her voice as thin as a mosquito, yet it still broke the night's stillness.

"Young master, shall we sleep?"

"Alright."

You lie down, looking up at the bed curtain.

You can hear her heartbeat—boom boom boom—pounding rapidly.

"Young master, when you were in the cultivator's Shi Jie, did anyone teach you about matters between men and women?"

Lü Ya asked.

You whisper, "No."

Her hand, hidden under the quilt, shifts a little, slowly intertwining with yours, "Shall I teach you then?"

She is clearly timid, face flushed and heart racing, yet she says such bold words.

Instinctively you ask, "How shall I be taught?"

"First, remove your clothes."

In the darkness she fumbles, clumsily unfastening the buttons on you, stripping both your garments and hers.

Your breathing also begins to grow heavy.

You are clearly a strong one of the First Realm of Immortal ascent, and should remain as calm as still water in such a small scene, yet you simply cannot.

"Young master, are you nervous?" Lü Ya asked.

"No."

You do not want to admit it, because you have heard cultivators say that if one becomes too nervous, some unpleasant things may happen, and women would laugh at you.

Lü Ya let out a 'pfft' laugh.

She lies atop you, her cheek pressed tightly against your chest, and you cannot help but hold her with both hands.

At this moment, many things no longer need instruction.

Love is something that, when it comes naturally, can be done.

The deep contact also lets your pure Deity heart fully feel her emotions, her affection, her everything.

Before this, you had countless fantasies about the richness of her inner world.

When you truly see her inner world at that moment, you finally understand—you were wrong! Greatly wrong!

Her inner world is not rich at all.

There is no bizarre world, no fantastical imagination, no myriad beings of the world.

There is only one person!

That person is you!

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