Chapter 729: Qi Ruohua's Feelings

The medicinal pill entered its stomach, and Heishanyang licked its lips with satisfaction, revealing a smile.

Its smile was kind, its gaze firm; it became even more determined to stay by Chen Chuyang's side—this master was truly good, truly giving it good things to eat; in the future, not only would it recover its body, but even making further progress would not be possible.

This technique of refining demons into pills can be applied to any living being—demonic beasts, humans, or even ghosts; as long as it is a cultivable creature, it can be smelted into a medicinal pill.

The scene before them was chaotic, a foul stench filling the air; Qi Tian had died, the Black Serpent was smelted into a pill, all its essence successfully refined by the Alchemy Furnace, a pill exuding an enticing fragrance. Chen Chuyang gathered them all, then nodded to Zhuge Ruolan behind him; the kneeling, weeping Zhuge Ruolan immediately rose and composed herself.

She hurried to search the surroundings, leaving no corner unchecked; Qi Ruohua stood beside Chen Chuyang, not disturbing his cultivation—there was plenty of time, so Chen Chuyang sat down and began to contemplate and cultivate.

He extended his Spiritual Sense to scan the surroundings; after confirming there were no issues, he gradually stabilized his cultivation, temporarily refraining from taking that pill, having recovered some true qi, Chen Chuyang opened his eyes.

Zhuge Ruolan finished her search; there were not many good things left around, and few of Qi Tian's treasures remained. The last bit, which Zhuge Ruolan found in a corner, she handed all to Chen Chuyang.

"These are all of Qi Tian's possessions; we've searched everywhere, there are no other treasures."

"Qi Tian used up all his useful treasures; these are ……"

Chen Chuyang looked at these treasures before him—well, they weren't really treasures, not worth anything, and useless even if taken.

Better not to take them; he waved his hand, leaving them for Zhuge Ruolan to handle. Having obtained the Tai Sui core was enough, plus Qi Tian's entire essence—these were his, so the trip was not in vain.

As for other things, Chen Chuyang did not expect them; Qi Ruohua, this woman, would compensate him with a bit of something good.

He rose, took one last look around, and Chen Chuyang nodded: "Let's go."

"Mm."

Everyone had no objections; at this point, not leaving would be pointless.

Everyone followed Chen Chuyang out of this space; the black goat was the last to emerge. Before coming out, it opened its mouth, inhaling the space's interior, devouring all the spiritual qi inside—any aura was swallowed by it.

Back outside, Qi Ruohua began arranging accommodations for them, especially for Chen Chuyang; she did not want him to leave immediately.

Arranging for them to stay, especially Chen Chuyang, who needed to wash off the lingering odors; the smell left by the Tai Sui was overly foul, unbearable for everyone.

After washing up, Qi Ruohua appeared again before Chen Chuyang; the two stood face to face, while the others had been sent elsewhere, someone would attend to them.

Chen Chuyang looked at Qi Ruohua, who exuded a fresh fragrance, her hair dried and falling to her shoulders after washing; that exquisite face, bare of makeup, still revealed her beauty.

She was completely different from before; at this moment she resembled a kind older sister from next door, not a Female Emperor.

After sizing her up, Chen Chuyang gave a faint smile.

"What is this?"

Qi Ruohua in this demeanor emanated a relaxed, comfortable feeling—exactly this feeling that stirred a desire to act.

Chen Chuyang strove to suppress his impulse, not letting this woman succeed.

Qi Ruohua observed Chen Chuyang's changing expression, gazing at his face continually.

Her beautiful eyes remained still; after watching for a while, Qi Ruohua revealed a satisfied smile—Chen Chuyang's subtle movements could not escape her gaze.

"Do I look good?"

Qi Ruohua stepped closer, that fresh fragrance assailing the nostrils.

Chen Chuyang nodded: "Very beautiful."

"Then do you like it?"

This demeanor of hers was deliberately changed in order to visit Chen Chuyang.

No one had seen her like this, and she would not let others see her this way.

In front of others, Qi Ruohua remained that Female Emperor, lofty and supreme.

But before Chen Chuyang, she was an ordinary woman.

Chen Chuyang did not answer, merely admiring her, smiling: "I don't know what you mean by this."

Qi Ruohua walked up to Chen Chuyang; the distance between them was very small.

Just the length of a hand apart, they could sense each other's aura.

Qi Ruohua's breathing grew rapid, unable to restrain… it became even more rapid.

It was not that she did not want to control it, but that she could not.

Her complexion, slightly flushed.

Qi Ruohua raised her hand, her right index finger tapping lightly on Chen Chuyang's chest, making a soft "hualala" sound.

She slid her hand down the length of a palm, the sound "hualala" continuing, and Qi Ruohua's lips curled upward.

"If it weren't for Shang Hongxue, would you consider me?"

Very straightforward, asked face to face.

Chen Chuyang fell silent; anyone hearing this could give an answer.

No matter how she compares, against anyone, she is top-notch, the first choice.

Appearance, status, or any other aspect—in this world, none can compare to her.

Any man could give a definite answer.

Qi Ruohua stepped forward, placing her palm on Chen Chuyang's chest, feeling his heartbeat.

Sometimes, no words are needed; the heartbeat can explain everything.

Chen Chuyang said nothing, merely gazing, not knowing how to speak.

Qi Ruohua felt for a moment, then lifted her head, revealing a stunning smile.

That smile made the powdered beauties of the six palaces lose their color.

"I understand."

Releasing her hand, Qi Ruohua bit her lip and said: "Actually, I am not here to contend with her; I will not follow you back, nor will I affect you."

Chen Chuyang will return to Longshe Shan; if he can avoid leaving, he will not leave.

After this, when they might meet again is unknown—perhaps a year later, several years, or even decades; Qi Ruohua is unsure, as she has no time to leave Wangdu to seek Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang is the same; basically, with nothing happening, he will not leave Longshe Shan.

This person's inner self and his character are crystal clear to Qi Ruohua.

I just feel you're good; besides you, I have never properly looked at any other man.

Before, there were no men in my eyes.

Since meeting you, I have only then discovered that you are different.

Qi Ruohua talked to herself, saying her inner thoughts.

Chen Chuyang listened, without responding.

Quietly looking at the woman before her, she removed that yellow robe; she is merely an ordinary woman, not the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty.

She only wanted to talk to Chen Chuyang as a woman, chat, and seek her own answer.

She had obviously found this answer.

This man is the one she has taken a liking to; she cannot let him go just like that.