Chapter 2392: Aloof Sword Cultivator and His Natal Sword Spirit 36

Seeing his pallid complexion and unsteady breath, the three Xing Yan hurried over, chattering away as they tried to change the subject, recounting the sect's changes over the past three years and mentioning some trivial amusements.

Xie Qingmo gave a reluctant reply, but his thoughts had already wandered far.

Just then, the transmission talisman at Xing Yan's waist gave a light tremor.

He glanced at it quickly, his eyes lighting up instantly, and he interrupted Lan Yi who was still speaking, shouting at Xie Qingmo, "Senior Brother, don't stand here! Hurry back to the bamboo forest cottage and take a look!"

Those words were like the final straw.

Xie Qingmo's figure turned into a streak of light, racing toward the bamboo forest cottage.

Passing through the familiar bamboo forest path, when that clearing bearing countless memories came into view, Xie Qingmo abruptly halted, rooted to the spot.

The sight before him was completely different from the bamboo forest cottage he remembered.

Elegant pavilions and waterside verandas replaced the simple bamboo hut, with flying eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters.

Clear streams wound around the artificial hill, gathering into a shimmering spiritual pond where several colorful koi leisurely played among the lotus leaves.

Rare flowers and exotic grasses dotted the scene, spiritual qi suffusing the air, mist swirling about, like a celestial realm descended upon the mortal world.

This… was clearly the scene he liked most among the dream fragments he had seen deep in his consciousness while refining the divine gold shards, those fragments related to Jin Chen.

He had once casually mentioned to Jin Chen that those pavilions and waterside verandas were very beautiful…

Very familiar.

So, Jin Chen has now spent three years recreating it.

Jin Chen leaned against the vermilion column, his eyes curved as he looked at him, "Xie Qingmo."

"How is it?" Jin Chen said, somewhat proud of his achievement, "Does it resemble… the way it looked in your dream?"

And does it resemble our former residence?

It's fortunate that this is the cultivation world, Jin Chen thought; otherwise, just the spiritual pond would be hard to replicate, and he even had Zero Egg go back to ask White Marsh several times before achieving this appearance.

Xie Qingmo's eyes reddened at the corners, and in a flash he flung himself into Jin Chen's embrace.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 95!】

Ling Gun Gun bounced along behind, 【Piao niang piao niang! Quick, let the Main God in!】

Jin Chen made a grabbing motion out of thin air, tossing the mischievous Ling Gun Gun into the little dark room.

The entrance to the bamboo forest cottage, the gate carved with flowing cloud patterns stood ajar.

Just as Jin Chen's fingers touched the ring, Xie Qingmo could no longer restrain his pounding heart, reaching out to pull him back.

Xie Qingmo tilted his head back, his eyes reflecting only Jin Chen's silhouette, and he leaned in with a longing that almost scorched, kissing him.

Their lips met, his tongue tentatively tracing the outline of Jin Chen's lips before delving deeper, entwining softly yet firmly as they drew each other's breath.

The fresh scent of bamboo leaves, the slight astringency of new wood, and Jin Chen's aura instantly enveloped Xie Qingmo.

Jin Chen then chuckled lowly, reversing their positions, gripping Xie Qingmo's neck to deepen the kiss, his other arm tightening around his lean waist, pressing him closer.

The door shuddered slightly, emitting a faint creak.

After who knows how long, they finally parted, breathing lightly.

Xie Qingmo's forehead rested against Jin Chen's shoulder, his cheeks flushed with a faint rose of emotion, his breath still unsteady.

He rubbed his nose affectionately against the warm skin of Jin Chen's neck, his usually cool voice now soft and sweet, like sleepy murmuring.

"Jin Chen, I miss you so much……"

The whispered words fell hotly upon Jin Chen's heart.

Jin Chen's heart instantly turned to mush; he gently kneaded Xie Qingmo's cool earlobe, "Mm, I know. Then… next time you go into seclusion, will you let me accompany you?"

Xie Qingmo pursed his lips in Jin Chen's arms, as if dissatisfied with being coerced, yet he honestly nodded firmly, then buried his face deeper into Jin Chen's neck.

He had actually overestimated his endurance, Xie Qingmo thought; in fact, the moment the seclusion chamber door closed, he had already regretted it.

Jin Chen was amused by his rare childishness, chuckling softly; he soothed him patiently, lightly stroking Xie Qingmo's back until the tension in his embrace eased completely, leaving only a soft cling.

"All right," Jin Chen pinched the back of his neck, "Shall we go inside and have a look?"

Only then did Xie Qingmo lift his head, his eye sockets still slightly red, he took Jin Chen's hand and pushed open the ajar gate.

With a single step inside, it felt as if he had entered a dream.

Xie Qingmo walked slowly along the corridor, his fingertips brushing the cold railing, his gaze lingering over every corner.

With each additional detail he noticed, the warm current in Xie Qingmo's heart surged a little stronger.

It seemed as if he could see Jin Chen's solitary figure busily moving about here over the past three years.

Affection welled up like warm spring water from his chest, instantly filling his limbs and nearly overflowing.

The intense palpitation tightened his throat, and his eye sockets heated uncontrollably once again.

Xie Qingmo stopped, standing in the center of the waterside pavilion, gazing at this celestial realm created for him, feeling his chest swell with scorching emotion, yet unsure how to express it.

"Jin Chen……" Xie Qingmo turned to look at him, speaking softly, "I really like it."

Jin Chen once again drew him into his embrace, poked his cheek, his fingertip pressing into the sunken skin, saying, "Don't just stand there foolishly, come inside and keep me company."

Xie Qingmo looked at him with reddened eyes, Jin Chen declared righteously, "Accompany me to sleep."

Xie Qingmo paused for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, and wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's neck.

Fact proves that when a person engages in many things, they continually improve.

For example, after three years of seclusion, Xie Qingmo has become able to adequately adapt to the sword spirit's increasingly demanding sleep requirements.

But Xie Qingmo himself, face flushed and heart racing, his thoughts running wild, never expected that upon reaching the bedchamber, Jin Chen would kiss him and then truly……

He had intended to sleep purely.

Just emerged from seclusion, the spirited Nascent Soul sword cultivator Xie Qingmo: "……"

He opened his eyes, pondered for a while, then glanced at Jin Chen beside him, half of whose face was buried in the quilt with eyes closed, and bit his tongue.

Xie Qingmo raised his hand to undo his sash, then slipped under the covers.