Chapter 114: Ma'erjin

Upon hearing the description from Mo Ni Er, the right hand fell silent.

No, I just want to quietly be a beautiful‑hand charlatan.

What the—how did the true self just run over? The question is—how did it get here! And it's occupying my body.

It's over, I'm no longer pure! I'm no longer pure!

At this moment, the right hand's mood was like being in a bitter winter month, ice and snow everywhere, while ten thousand alpacas thundered back and forth, utterly desolate.

That inevitably made him think of a song—Yuan Hua!

Because of asynchronous information.

The right hand didn't know that the true self Fulade had not only broken through Level Three, but also possessed some of the abilities of a divine defamer.

Nevertheless, even so, he could roughly guess a few.

As for the true self, the right hand didn't dislike it; before, it had even imagined what it would be like to meet the true self.

But now, it began to feel a bit resistant.

Having birthed self‑awareness, Fulade's right hand suddenly feared losing its freedom, fearing the true self would erase its own consciousness.

So—he must change, he must protect himself, he must make the true self acknowledge the meaning of his existence.

And this very decision added a few variables to the future world of A Song of Ice and Fire.

Dark World.

Soft, bouncy.

Feeling the warmth spreading from his palm, Fulade subconsciously kneaded it a few times.

"The feel~ is good," Fulade thought to himself in a daze.

As his consciousness gradually returned, Fulade seemed to realize something.

When he opened his eyes, what met his gaze was a mature, voluptuous woman with long red hair, exceedingly alluring.

His palm subconsciously kneaded a few more times, the soft, elastic sensation constantly reminding Fulade of their current situation.

Accompanied by a soft whine.

Perhaps Fulade pressed too hard, hurting the woman in his arms.

Gradually, the woman also opened her eyes, full of beautiful charm.

At first, perhaps because she had just awakened, her expression was a bit dazed, blank for a long while without reacting.

In a moment, the woman seemed to realize something, her soft body stiffening slightly.

The proud, queen‑like arrogance on her fair, charming face vanished instantly.

Her fair skin, at a visible speed, gradually flushed red.

Feeling the scorching and strange sensation between his fingers.

What Fulade still didn't understand was Ma'erjin's current condition.

Before Ma'erjin could react, a flash of malice crossed Fulade's eyes, and he began to act.

He got up and dressed.

He watched Ma'erjin's elegant, upright silhouette.

As Ma'erjin dressed, a strong big hand brushed a hint of coolness, tracing an arc.

"Snap~~"

With a series of slightly dazzling ripples spreading.

Ma'erjin's expression turned shame‑fury as she glared at the man's figure behind her.

Under Fulade's smug expression.

Ma'erjin had intended to continue maintaining her queenly aura.

But alas, her current state was far from graceful.

Her lips twitched, a half‑sound, then she glared fiercely at Fulade and flew angrily out through the mountain fissure.

"Hehe, Xiao Jinjin, I'll come play with you again next time," a voice from below said, as Ma'erjin turned into a wisp of black smoke, clearly in a hurry; driven by instinct, her departure speed quickened a few more degrees.

Fulade grinned a few times, evidently in a good mood.

He just felt that Ma'erjin seemed a bit afraid of him, or perhaps she was overly sensitive? When his interest rose, he couldn't help raising his hand to pat her.

Ma'erjin's involuntary body tension made Fulade find it somewhat amusing.

Only—her stubborn, resistant little expression, while her body responded quite honestly.

Tsk tsk— with Fulade and Ma'erjin successfully advancing to Level Three and awakening.

The miraculous month‑long phenomenon of sun and moon shining together finally came to an end.

As the blood moon vanished, the remaining energy storms turned into elemental particles that drifted away slowly.

Panduo Mountain, after this incident, saw a surge of surrounding elements, becoming a fertile cultivation site rich in magical elements.

At this moment, around Panduo Mountain, crowds of silhouettes swirled, powerful auras rising and falling.

The most eye‑catching among them was, in the northwest sky, a winding massive Tree Dragon with towering horns and an immensely powerful aura.

Its great strength and huge body attracted many strong cultivators, who kept glancing at it.

Surprisingly, this mighty creature willingly let a little girl ride atop its head, leaving many bewildered strong ones perplexed.

Strong ones have their dignity and won't let others ride their heads without reason.

This inevitably drew attention to the little girl with antlers and spread‑winged back, who was examined closely.

Besides that, the most striking was the King of Darkness's forces surrounding Panduo Mountain.

Regarding the newly risen King of Darkness in the past two years, aside from a few aloof or remote strong ones.

Most strong cultivators, upon seeing them, could almost tell who was breaking through here.

This made many unaffiliated, powerless strong ones start to take notice.

"Master, why hasn't he come out yet?" Weiluona murmured.

By now the anomaly had already dissipated for a day; anyway, he should have emerged by now.

Ravenna, hearing that, replied casually, "Instead of worrying about him, we'd better pay more attention to those two over there."

"Hm?" Weiluona looked at Ravenna with puzzled eyes, not understanding her meaning.

"From what I know, that Tree Dragon and the little girl should be from the Moor Forest, known as the Magic Forest," Ravenna said, her expression growing a bit solemn.

"Moor Forest lies to the northwest, produces many strong ones, and is quite mysterious. Fortunately they have no ambition for domination, remaining withdrawn in the forest's slumber; otherwise they'd be our greatest rivals," Ravenna said slowly.

Weiluona glanced at Ravenna in surprise; although Ravenna's proud temperament was not to her liking, Weiluona still placed great importance on Ravenna's words.

As the two were chatting idly.

A figure shot upward, a black mist formed of dark elements, its shape shifting, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a human form.

Looking at the faintly probing gazes around, Ma'erjin, whose heart had felt shame and anger because of Fulade, forced it to settle instantly, and her queenly aura flared fully.

She saw many strong ones nearby casting envious, admiring glances.

Ma'erjin couldn't help but feel much more uplifted.

A surge of triumphant confidence rose instantly; her plump, charming face lifted slightly, her expression becoming even more proud.

"Hey, Little Jinjin, were you waiting for me on purpose?"

A faint mental transmission arrived.

It made Ma'erjin, who had been still basking in the attention of the crowd and exuding a queen‑like aura, shudder; her defenses instantly shattered, her expression a mix of shame and anger, her eyes flickering.

Like a mouse seeing a cat, the tiny fur stood up on end.

Clearly, the joy of those days a month ago left an extremely deep impression on her from Fulade.

Perhaps Fulade may have no memory, but Ma'erjin's recollection of what happened those few days is still fresh! This also causes Ma'erjin's body to instinctively react unnaturally whenever she faces Fulade.

(End of Chapter)