Chapter 2389: The Aloof Sword Cultivator and His Natal Sword Spirit 33

The Cloud-Crossing Boat sailed smoothly above the cloud layers, its hull wrapped in a soft spiritual light, blocking the high-altitude gale.

Inside the cabin, however, the atmosphere was somewhat subtly stagnant.

Li Wu Feng paced back and forth in the cabin, his gaze occasionally falling on Jin Chen.

He felt that this sword spirit possessed an indescribable attraction—powerful and mysterious, yet with a hint of youthful vitality—utterly different from the Demonic Clan members who were either sinister or coarse.

"Hey, sword spirit."

Li Wu Feng once again edged close to Jin Chen, grasping for conversation: "Our Demonic Clan is actually not bad—rich demonic energy, excellent nourishment for spiritual bodies. Stay a while and you'll know it's far more comfortable than your spiritually barren mortal realm……"

He tried to enumerate the benefits of the Demonic Clan, even subtly hinting he could grant Jin Chen a good plot of land.

Jin Chen, leaning against the cabin wall with eyes closed to cultivate, heard this, lifted his eyelids and glanced at him, then replied offhand, "Oh? Is that so."

He had no interest in the Demonic Clan.

Xie Qing Mo sat beside Jin Chen, originally wiping his Chen Sword.

Listening to Li Wu Feng's roundabout, obviously intentioned nagging, a cold light flickered in the depths of his icy eyes.

He silently sheathed his Chen Sword, shifted slightly, and gently leaned into Jin Chen's embrace with a hint of weariness, his forehead resting against Jin Chen's shoulder and neck, a few strands of black hair falling.

Jin Chen instinctively reached out, wrapping his arms around Xie Qing Mo's waist, lowered his head to look at him, and softened his voice: "What's wrong?"

Xie Qing Mo's voice was muffled, with a hint of nasal congestion: "I have a slight headache."

Xing Yan, standing nearby, heard this and immediately looked over with concern, speaking bluntly: "Is the Cloud-Crossing Boat flying too fast, the gale disturbing your spiritual breath? Second Senior Brother, you should regulate your breathing."

He completely failed to notice his second senior brother's little ulterior motive.

Jin Chen's brows furrowed slightly; his warm fingers lightly pressed on Xie Qing Mo's temples, massaging with moderate pressure, pulling him tighter into his embrace: "Be good, sleep a while in my arms."

Xie Qing Mo gave a low hum, obediently shifting to a more comfortable spot in Jin Chen's arms, allowing Jin Chen to unfold his large dark cloak and wrap him completely, revealing only a small half of his clear, handsome profile.

Even after being wrapped, Xie Qing Mo's head, buried in Jin Chen's neck, shifted slightly; he raised his arm, hooked it around Jin Chen's neck, and tilted his face up slightly.

Jin Chen looked at his pale face and slightly furrowed brows, his heart clenching; he had no mind left for anything else.

Seeing this, he lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on his cool lips, his warm palm, through the cloak, stroking his back.

Li Wu Feng, completely ignored the whole time: "……"

He stood aside, his whole body as if struck by a paralysis spell, petrified on the spot.

This, this isn't the sword master and his sword spirit at all! This is clearly……

After finally finding his voice, Li Wu Feng pointed at the embracing pair, his fingers trembling slightly: "You, you…… you aren't his sword spirit, is this relationship too……" He struggled for a while but couldn't find the right word.

Jin Chen, disturbed, looked up at him with slight displeasure: "Yeah, what's up?"

Li Wu Feng choked on his attitude, nearly losing his breath, face flushing crimson: "... You never said you were…… still…… this kind of relationship!"

He felt his earlier roundabout hints made him look like an idiot.

The Demonic Clan is always straightforward—see something they like and take it—but the problem is…… can he beat this sword spirit before him?

Li Wu Feng felt utterly stifled.

Xie Qing Mo, as if able to anticipate Li Wu Feng's thoughts, tightened his arm around Jin Chen's neck and brought his lips closer again.

Jin Chen no longer paid attention to Li Wu Feng, lowered his head, and placed another warm, tender kiss, soothing the uncomfortable person in his arms, while tossing a line at Li Wu Feng: "Shut up, don't disturb his rest."

Having said that, he simply held the tightly cloak-wrapped Xie Qing Mo, rose, and walked to a more secluded corner at the rear of the cabin.

Li Wu Feng watched their retreating backs, a breath stuck in his chest, unable to go up or down.

In the corner, Jin Chen held Xie Qing Mo as they sat down, lowered his head to rub the top of his head, his voice laced with worry.

"Still feeling unwell? Is it because your earlier injury hasn't healed properly?"

Right now it's just the two of them; Xie Qing Mo naturally needn't hide anything further.

He buried his face in Jin Chen's neck, gently shook his head: "No discomfort."

But Xie Qing Mo still clung to Jin Chen's embrace without rising, fell silent for a moment, then said: "Li Wu Feng likes you."

Jin Chen:???

His body visibly stiffened for a moment, he lowered his gaze to the person in his arms: "Ah?"

Xie Qing Mo lifted his eyes, directly meeting Jin Chen's gaze filled with utter bewilderment.

Seeing his completely clueless demeanor toward others, the hint of coldness in Xie Qing Mo's eyes instantly vanished; he couldn't help but chuckle softly, leaned in to kiss his smooth jawline, then buried himself back in Jin Chen's embrace, closed his eyes, and said: "I don't want to talk about him; I just want to sleep."

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +5, total now 85!】

Jin Chen felt a little itchy from the kiss, and the abrupt words and smile left him even more bewildered, but the dependent gentleness of the person in his arms let him quickly dismiss that doubt; he tightened his arms, rested his chin on Xie Qing Mo's head, and closed his eyes as well.

Several days later, the Cloud-Crossing Boat pierced the thick demonic energy barrier and finally reached the edge of the Demonic Clan.

Below lay a dark red land, jagged strange rocks like the fangs of a giant beast.

Lan Yi had made preparations, distributing spirit stones that shielded against demonic energy to everyone.

Xing Yan stood at the ship's rail, gazing upon this land seen only in sect records, symbolizing chaos and evil, his expression complex as he murmured: "... I never imagined that one day I, Xing Yan, could set foot in the Demonic Clan with a peaceful mind."

Shi Yan gave a heavy nod.

Li Wu Feng, meanwhile, let out a long sigh, hands on his hips, and loudly proclaimed to the barren land below.

"This Sovereign has returned! The outside world is too terrifying! I'll never run around recklessly again!"

His voice brimmed with the relief of having survived a calamity, and……

the sentiment that "golden nests and silver nests are not as good as one's own doghouse."

Under Li Wu Feng's guidance, the Cloud-Crossing Boat descended before his domain's Demonic Palace.

The subordinate demon leaders, having already received the news, stood in line awaiting him; but when they saw that, besides their own Demonic Sovereign, a few individuals with righteous aura—clearly orthodox cultivators—had disembarked from the cloud boat, they all stared dumbfounded, forgetting to retract their fangs.

"Six Demon Kings! ……" the subordinates muttered, bewildered.

Li Wu Feng cleared his throat, striving to assume the dignity of the Demonic Sovereign: "Cough! What are you all staring at? These few are guests I invited; treat them well!"

As he spoke, he strode purposefully toward the throne deep within the Demonic Palace, symbolizing power and inlaid with ferocious beast bones, plopped down, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Eh, forget it—sword spirit, sword cultivator, if we can't win, we'll just quit; still, it's great to be in the Demonic Clan!"

He had just settled into his seat when Li Wufeng eagerly asked, "In your absence, has anything unusual happened among the demons? Especially… have any suspicious remnant souls slipped in?"

A demon general with curved horns on his head and a ferocious visage stepped forward and said, "Reporting to the Six Demon Kings, since you're away, we subordinates naturally dare not be lax."

"However… there is indeed one strange matter."

Li Wufeng's heart jumped, and he sat up straight: "Speak!"