Chapter 369: How dare you groundlessly sully someone's purity!

As soon as these words were spoken, Fuchouzi secretly thought, "Not good."

After all, these words really sound somewhat too much like the "sleeve-cutting" habit!

What he wanted was to sleep together, so that both could sleep peacefully!

Not that two people "sleep together"!

If spoken of normally, it wouldn't be a problem; his little Daoist master's conduct is proper, and he fears no one's doubts at all!

However, this matter had previously been embarrassed by Xuan Feixing...

Fuchouzi wrinkled his doll-like face, which hadn't been carefully washed for several days, and for a moment felt anxious.

However, Xuan Feixing seemed truly exhausted to the extreme tonight, actually facing inward without uttering a word, and even didn't scold him.

This is...

Does that mean it's okay?

Fuchouzi, inspired, slowly crawled into the carriage, and tip-toed to lie beside Xuan Feixing inside the carriage.

Indeed!

Jimaoge didn't chase him away!

Tonight he's likely to get a sound sleep!

Fuchouzi felt a surge of relief, reached over and pulled aside a thin blanket, lightly spread it and covered himself with it, the warmth just barely enveloping his form.

The season is already near October; the deep autumn night wind is biting, the chill seeps into the carriage, the night's cold pierces to the bone, still one must look after one's body...

He had wanted to close his eyes and rest, but in his peripheral vision he caught sight of Xuan Feixing's occiput beside him, the other's back straight, his clothing thin, fully exposed to the chilly night.

After several hesitations, Fuchouzi could no longer resist his inner softness; he quietly shifted his body, slowly moved closer to Xuan Feixing, raised his hand and lightly split the thin blanket on himself in half, carefully covering half of it over Xuan Feixing's body.

In the cramped carriage space, under the thin blanket, the two lay on their sides pressed together, their body heat quietly merging.

Their breaths intermingled, their bodies pressed close, warmth passed through each other's garments, also dispelling the deep autumn chill.

In the quiet, dim carriage, a faint, indescribable warmth quietly wove about, gentle and hidden.

The warmth was gentle, the atmosphere tranquil, yet Fuchouzi was stirred by that warmth, his thoughts thrown into turmoil, completely losing any desire to sleep—

That night, quietly, he again didn't know how many times he recalled the scene when, earlier in Feather Mountain, that band of brigands ambushed and slaughtered him, and Xuan Feixing hooked him by the waist and then violently flung him away.

Whether to say it or not, the two are similar in age, so why is he so formidable?

Not only does he know some matters of the Mysterious Sect, but his martial arts have not ceased either.

Back then, Xuan Feixing's skill, his bearing, and that strong, taut waistline...

Wait a moment!

Wait a moment!

Isn't something wrong somewhere!

Fuchouzi jolted back to his senses, deeply uneasy, about to lightly rise to get some air and clear his mind.

Beside him, the Xuan Feixing who had been resting with closed eyes suddenly spoke in a low voice, his tone hoarse and deep, carrying the faint mumble of someone half-asleep, clearly transmitted into Fuchouzi's ears:

"Since you can glimpse the heavenly mandate, you ought to know all the more this principle—"

"Even if the heavenly mandate is fixed, before destiny descends, everyone may follow their heart's desire and enjoy a splendid time."

"If I were the ruler of the Yiner State, knowing my own death date, I would surely raise a great army and wage war in all four directions! Thus, before the Seven Stars Overwhelm the Sun, I would certainly be invincible in attack and undefeated in battle."

The end of the fate is a bad ending...

And what of that?

Before the destined 【Final End】 arrives, or rather, before the time of death comes, there remains a considerably long span of years.

And during those years, he is absolutely free, and no matter how reckless and arrogant he behaves, others may dislike him as much as they like, yet they cannot kill him...

After all, the 【Final End】 is settled.

He will only die at the Seven Stars Overwhelm the Sun; before that day, he is invincible.

Hesitant hiding, doubts, wandering...

Thus leading to accomplishing nothing, nothing being sufficiently satisfying—that is the most foolish course.

The ruler of the Yiner State is a fool, but he, Xuan Feixing, and the one telling this story, Fuchouzi, cannot be that "fool".

Otherwise, his witch ancestress still waiting for him in Yongzhou—what then?

Fuchouzi constantly chants his desire to change fate for that "Yuanlong", yet he hasn't even met him once, already listless—isn't that even more pitiful?

That voice is icy cold; when it sounds in the carriage, without much thought one knows Xuan Feixing's face surely bears the same mocking cold expression as always.

Usually, Fuchouzi actually fears this attendant sent by the empress, whose methods are unknown to gods and ghosts.

However, however.

Today, after Fuchouzi's heart was shaken, he seems to fear nothing.

This person, this person truly is quite special!

Fuchouzi hastily lay flat again, even edging toward Xuan Feixing until he felt a warmth stronger than before, then he spoke:

"Jimaoge, I never expected you to still be an old scholar—oh no, a little scholar! (? °? °?)"

He had likewise asked his master those very words, but the master could not explain why.

Or rather, the "Dao" spoken by his master always makes him feel somewhat off, unwilling to agree.

Yet Xuan Feixing's words are easier to remember and accept than those grand principles from his master's mouth.

It instantly enlivened his heart, which had been dormant for months, and gave him vigor to strive again for the empress.

After all, Xuan Feixing also said that even if the outcome is fixed, as long as the process is sufficiently enjoyable, the outcome need not be feared.

He now vaguely understands why his master prefers 【Resolving the Prophecies】 rather than directly telling the other party the answer via 【Severing the Prophecies】.

But now his master has already ascended immortality; he wants to ask, but can no longer do so...

But fortunately, although he has lost his master, he still has a Jimaoge who can lead him to comprehend the great Dao of heaven and earth!

Fucuozi felt pleased inside, but Xuan Feixing, who was being shoved back and forth by him, obviously couldn't hold back.

Xuan Feixing uttered each word with a pause, then growled:

"I've long said you're a bend‑sleeve, yet you still won't admit it!"

Fucuozi jumped in fright and instinctively replied:

"Because I really am not!"

Xuan Feixing seized the hand on his waist, sprang to his feet, his expression turning dangerous:

"Then you—had better—explain—why—you put—your hand—on my waist—!!!"

Fucuozi glanced at his seized hand, then at Xuan Feixing whose eyes were roiling with black clouds:

"I, I said it was unintentional—do you believe me? (? °? °?)"

"Cut the crap about your ancestors eighteen generations over! I see you're definitely a bend‑sleeve, caught red‑handed today, and you still dare to explain!"

"I, I really am not! I just feel it's comfortable to let my hand rest there casually! Back when I rested with my master, my master even let me prop up my feet...... (? °? °?)"

"More talk is useless—just die!"

Huh? Huh?! No, don't! Did you forget what the female lead told us before we left? (embarrassed)

"If you don't bring this up, I'm not even angry yet! I intend to stay chaste for her! What the hell are you?!!!"

The two plunged into an unavoidable chaos.

Amid the shouting, nobody noticed that this night was no longer silent.

Only after the two each had a scuffle, barely managing to call a truce, did they faintly hear, beyond the wilderness, a wave of hoofbeats spreading across the sky and earth, coming through the night.

The booming hoofbeats drew nearer from afar, mighty and vast, making the ground faintly tremble.

Both instantly drained of color, they simultaneously sprang upright and flung open the heavy carriage curtain.

In the dim, distant night, waves of hoofbeats wailed, flames blazed across the sky, staining half the night red—fierce flames, thick smoke—clearly war had ignited far off, turmoil erupting suddenly!

?? The Occult Group, also called the Chaos Group, and the two of them have very similar tempers......