Chapter 122: Where Would the Grandmaster Ever Get Such a Gentle Fragrance?

At the moment the Patriarch's light and shadow completely dissipated into the moonlight.

That supreme rule that had sheltered heaven and earth receded like the tide.

Luo Yan Slope returned to desolation and deathly silence.

In the air, only the chilling confrontation between mortals and evil remained.

The "Deity of Beauty" who had just been reborn in the divine light now possessed an aura more condensed and profound than before.

She moved.

She began walking with a seductive catwalk, unhurriedly approaching Lu Yuan.

Her bare feet lightly stepped on the scorched earth, and where her toes touched, a fleeting glazed lotus phantom bloomed before vanishing into the soil.

This was her "Beauty" rule, now free from the shackles of the evil seed, resonating strangely with this purified land.

Nor was she the Malevolent Deity that could be controlled by the Commanding Ghosts Liu Family.

She had become a "permitted," free, peculiar existence.

Her starry-sky eyes remained locked on Lu Yuan.

That gaze no longer held the empty divinity from when she had attempted to enchant all living beings.

Nor did it carry the instinctive trembling from when the Patriarch had stared at her.

Instead, it now contained something... extremely human-like, a curious probing.

She tilted her head slightly, her long black hair sliding over her shoulders with the motion, the glazed luster at the tips creating mesmerizing ripples in the moonlight.

The action was remarkably similar to a lazy cat examining a novel mouse that had intruded into its territory.

Her pace wasn't fast, yet carried a peculiar rhythm.

The dress woven from countless fine porcelain fragments on her body emitted crisp, pleasant "ding-dong" sounds with each step, like wind chimes swaying.

The sound no longer contained divine temptation, yet possessed a captivating liveliness.

Her perfect figure swayed naturally as she walked, every curve seemingly flowing under the moonlight.

Interpreting the concept of "beauty" to its utmost.

She stopped when she was only three zhang away from Lu Yuan.

At this distance, one could clearly sense the contradictory aura emanating from her...

A mixture of porcelain's cold texture and a strange warmth of life.

The pressure remained powerful, yet all aggressiveness had been withdrawn.

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice no longer a direct soul-resonating word of power,

But actually emerging from her throat, ethereal and pleasant, yet tempered with a hint of playfulness.

"Did I offend you?"

Lu Yuan: "???"

Lu Yuan's mind went completely blank.

This?

What kind of bullshit question is this!!!

Lu Yuan tightened his grip on the Patriarch's tablet in his hand, which had long returned to its plain appearance, his heart pounding wildly, cold sweat nearly soaking through his back.

What kind of situation is this?!

Even if the Patriarch didn't kill her, he should have at least crippled her cultivation!

What is this now?!

Lu Yuan's spiritual sense could perceive that this so-called "Deity of Beauty" hadn't weakened after he summoned the Patriarch—

She seemed even stronger!!!

Lu Yuan's spiritual sense was screaming warnings—the "Deity of Beauty" before him was ten thousand times more dangerous than the previous controlled Malevolent Deity!

"You... what do you mean..."

Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, his body involuntarily retreating one step.

The "Deity of Beauty's" starry-sky eyes examined him from head to toe, the gaze like someone appreciating an interesting piece of artwork.

Her gaze lingered on the dim tablet in his hand for a moment.

Then swept over his pale, tense face.

Finally glanced at his white-knuckled hand gripping the Patriarch's tablet tightly from tension.

She tilted her head again.

This action added a touch of girlish innocence to her flawless face.

Yet formed a scalp-tingling contrast with her unfathomable power.

"Why did you want to kill me?"

Lu Yuan: "?????"

Lu Yuan felt his rationality was about to snap.

What kind of bullshit question is this again?!!

Lu Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed once more, all his muscles tensing, his mind racing, yet he forced himself to reply:

"You're an evil entity harming people, I'm a Taoist upholding heavenly justice!"

"This is natural and right, why do you even ask?!"

Lu Yuan was already considering calling Gu Qingwan.

The Patriarch...

Is really fucking unreliable!!

Before, he listened to the old man boasting extravagantly, but what happened?

Lu Yuan thought the Patriarch was so powerful!

Now looking at it...

The Patriarch is nowhere near as reliable as Qingwan!!!

Hearing Lu Yuan's reply, the hint of a smile at the corner of the "Deity of Beauty's" lips deepened.

She raised one flawless jade-like hand, using her slender index finger to gently tap her smooth chin, adopting a thoughtful pose.

The fingertip touching her chin produced a crisp "ding," like porcelain lightly tapping.

"The one who killed people was the Malevolent Deity Liu Ruyan."

"What does that have to do with me?"

She looked down at Lu Yuan, her starry-sky beautiful eyes filled with playfulness.

She resembled an elegant yet lazy large female cat.

And Lu Yuan was the little mouse being played with in her paws.

As for the "Deity of Beauty's" statement that Liu Ruyan did the killing and it had nothing to do with her,

Lu Yuan was again covered in question marks.

Fine, fine, fine!!

Playing the Zhou Shuren word game with me, are you?!!!

Before Lu Yuan could say anything, she took another step forward.

The distance between them closed again.

That strange aura from her became clearer, even a faint, cold fragrance similar to plum blossoms after rain began permeating the air.

"Why didn't they kill me?"

"Even helped me get rid of that..."

She pointed at her red lips, indicating the evil seed that had been extracted and shattered.

"...that annoying 'little thing'..."

"...from my body?"

Her tone actually carried a hint of sincere... gratitude.

Lu Yuan: "????"

How the hell should I know?!

Although her tone carried a trace of gratitude, and she currently showed no dangerous movements or hostility whatsoever,

Lu Yuan didn't dare relax in the slightest.

Because he could feel that the scrutiny and probing in the depths of her starry-sky eyes were growing increasingly intense.

As if she wanted to see right through him, inside and out.

"So I was thinking..."

The Deity of Beauty tilted her head again, black hair slipping down.

She extended her other hand, casually brushing the hair behind her ear, revealing a section of neck so pale it was dazzling.

This simple action, performed by her, was filled with breathtaking charm.

"They left me alive..."

Her gaze locked onto Lu Yuan again, the starlight in her eyes seeming to slowly rotate, carrying a naked, undisguised interest.

"...is it because of you?"

Lu Yuan: "????"

How the hell should I know?!!!

I don't know a damn thing!!!

I want to ask what's going on too!!

The moment her words fell, she unexpectedly took another step forward!

This step brought them almost pressed together.

Danger!

Extreme danger!

Lu Yuan could even see the details of the swirling starlight in her eyes, could see the flawless texture of her porcelain-like skin.

Could also smell that cold fragrance on her, with a faint, elusive ethereal scent belonging to a "non-human" existence.

She leaned forward slightly.

That perfect, breath-taking face slowly drew closer.

Her starry-sky eyes met Lu Yuan's at eye level.

The distance between their noses was barely an inch.

Her red lips parted slightly, her breath like orchids—cold, yet carrying a fatal attraction.

"On you..."

She whispered softly, her voice so low it seemed like a lover's murmur, drilling into Lu Yuan's eardrums.

"...is there something special hidden?"

She paused.

Her flawless face suddenly bloomed with a stunning smile that could make the stars lose their brilliance.

That smile contained three parts curiosity, three parts teasing, three parts danger.

And one part Lu Yuan couldn't understand... something indescribable...

Before her words finished, she extended that index finger that had just tapped her chin.

The fingertip glowed with a warm glazed light, extremely slowly, with a testing and playful attitude, it lightly pointed toward Lu Yuan's cheek.

Before the fingertip arrived, a cold yet strange sensation had already transmitted through the air.

Every hair on Lu Yuan's body instantly stood on end!

This "mess" the Patriarch left behind...

Seemed ten thousand times more troublesome than he had imagined!

Lu Yuan's heart pounded wildly in his throat.

That fingertip glowing with warm glazed light, so perfect it seemed not of this world, hovered an inch from his cheek.

Not actually touching.

To be honest, Lu Yuan was really relying entirely on his own willpower not to call Gu Qingwan now.

His earlier complaints about the Patriarch were just complaints.

But, deep down, Lu Yuan naturally still trusted his own Patriarch.

The Patriarch must have had their reasons for doing this.

Even though Lu Yuan completely couldn't understand what the hell those reasons were!!

Still, since the Patriarch made this choice, choosing to spare her life.

Plus, although the situation was weird now, she truly showed no hostility,

Lu Yuan could only forcefully suppress his instinct to call Qingwan.

A cold, slick sensation, as if fine porcelain had been soaked in a cold spring under moonlight, already transmitted through the air,

Seeping through his skin pores, making half his face break out in fine goosebumps.

The "Deity of Beauty's" starry-sky eyes gazed at Lu Yuan from extremely close range.

The swirling starlight in her eyes seemed about to suck him in.

Her red lips still held that hint of a smile,

Her exhaled breath cold, carrying the chilly fragrance of plum blossoms after snow, yet strangely tugging at one's heartstrings.

Before Lu Yuan could react, he saw a trace of satisfaction appear on the "Deity of Beauty's" flawless, stunning face.

Her sexy red lips parted slightly, emitting a long, soft moan.

"Ah~~"

Lu Yuan's mind went blank.

What the hell are you doing?!!!

What kind of noise is that?!!

Lu Yuan jerked backward, but the "Deity of Beauty" coiled around him like a large white python.

"Scared?"

She asked softly, her voice filled with undisguised teasing, as if playing with a bristling little animal.

Lu Yuan clenched his teeth, forcing himself to steady his mind, not looking at that perfect face so close.

Instead, his gaze fixed dead on her eyes—though this was even more dangerous.

"What do you want?!"

"What do you mean?!"

As Lu Yuan's "What do you want?!" roared out, the "Deity of Beauty" acted as if she hadn't heard.

Her starry-sky eyes narrowed slightly, like a cat detecting a special scent, her perfectly sculpted nose twitching faintly.

She suddenly moved even closer, almost burying her entire face against Lu Yuan's neck.

Cold hair strands brushed Lu Yuan's neck, carrying a strange, slick sensation.

She took a deep, almost greedy breath.

"Haaa—"

Lu Yuan went numb.

Completely numb.

No...

What the hell is on me?!!

Damn, I haven't bathed since leaving Fengtian City, it's been days, there's nothing but sweat stink!!

What the hell does this woman want?!!

At this moment, before Lu Yuan could say anything, the "Deity of Beauty" whispered intimately by Lu Yuan's ear:

"I don't know either~"

After saying this, she actually pressed her entire upper body against him!

"Are you still going to kill me?"

Lu Yuan could clearly feel the contradictory sensation from her body—that mixture of porcelain coldness and strange warmth,

Could smell the clear, cold glazed fragrance from her hair.

Could even more feel her cold breath brushing against the exposed skin of his neck.

"W-wait!"

Lu Yuan's scalp tingled, his hands pushing against her shoulders trying to shove her away, but feeling like he was pushing against a cold jade mountain—utterly immovable.

The "Deity of Beauty" completely ignored his resistance.

She seemed entirely immersed in Lu Yuan's scent.

She first tilted her head slightly, gently pressing her cheek against Lu Yuan's shoulder and neck, closing her eyes.

Using that delicate, jade-like skin, she slowly rubbed, as if feeling the texture of that "scent."

The cold sensation made Lu Yuan's entire body stiffen.

Then, she seemed to feel this wasn't enough.

She raised both arms, completely encircling Lu Yuan's waist!

Not an embrace filled with lust.

More like... a child hugging a beloved toy, carrying a pure possessiveness and curiosity.

She buried her face in the crook of Lu Yuan's neck, taking deep breaths.

Her nose even unconsciously lightly brushed against Lu Yuan's skin.

"You... let go first..."

Lu Yuan's voice sounded somewhat dry.

The "Deity of Beauty" acted as if she didn't hear, paying no attention.

She hugged for a while, then seemed to develop new exploratory desires.

She raised her head slightly, her starry-sky eyes meeting Lu Yuan's from extremely close range, a layer of hazy moisture contained within.

Lu Yuan felt extremely creeped out by the "Deity of Beauty's" gaze and immediately said:

"Since my Patriarch chose to spare your life."

"Naturally, I won't kill you!"

"Quickly withdraw, go do what you should do!"

"From now on, as long as you don't bring disaster to the mortal world, we'll stay out of each other's way!"

She tilted her head slightly, her starry-sky beautiful eyes showing a trace of innocent confusion.

"My own things?"

Lu Yuan immediately gritted his teeth and said:

"Of course!!"

"Although I don't know how an evil deity like you succeeded in attaining the Dao."

"But since you've achieved enlightenment, naturally you should find a place to receive incense offerings, protect a region!"

The "Deity of Beauty" didn't listen to a single word Lu Yuan said.

She seemed immersed in her own world.

Then, she made a move that terrified Lu Yuan out of his wits—

She slowly extended her tongue.

The tongue was small, its color a faint cherry pink.

Glistening with moisture under the moonlight, looking no different from a normal human's.

She first licked her own lips, but her gaze remained fixed on Lu Yuan's cheek.

As if hesitating, or as if tasting Lu Yuan's lingering scent in the air.

The next second.

She tilted her head slightly, bringing her cheek even closer to Lu Yuan.

Then, under Lu Yuan's horrified stare—

She extended that moist tongue, extremely slowly, with a testing and appreciative seriousness, and lightly licked Lu Yuan's cheek.

"!!!"

Lu Yuan's entire body shuddered violently!

The sensation was cold, moist, carrying a strange slickness.

Not like a human tongue, more like some jade vessel sliding over skin, leaving a slightly damp trail carrying the cold fragrance of celadon.

That tongue didn't immediately withdraw.

Instead, it lingered on Lu Yuan's cheek for a moment, even curling slightly, as if carefully tasting the "scent" clinging to the skin.

The "Deity of Beauty" half-closed her eyes, long eyelashes trembling slightly, a complex expression mixing satisfaction, curiosity, and deeper desire appearing on her face.

From her throat came an extremely soft, almost purring moan.

"Sweet..."

She murmured, her starry-sky eyes gazing dazedly at Lu Yuan, her tongue unconsciously licking the corner of her lips, as if savoring the aftertaste.

Lu Yuan: "?????"

"!!!!!"

Are you sick?!!

Are you actually sick?!!!

What the hell do you mean it's sweet?!!

Meanwhile, Xu Erxiao and Wang Cheng'an had already gathered together nearby, sitting on the ground.

When this "Deity of Beauty" moved earlier.

To be honest, it really gave everyone a huge scare.

Scared out of their wits, wondering what was happening—the Patriarch came and left, and this Deity of Beauty was completely fine.

This is just done for!

Earlier, these two were so tense they nearly pissed their pants.

Now though...

"Give me some of that flatbread."

Xu Erxiao said, looking at Wang Cheng'an who was rummaging through dry rations.

Wang Cheng'an nodded, tore half a flatbread and tossed it to Xu Erxiao.

He held the other half in his mouth, then pulled out a green onion, "cracked" it in half, stuffing one half to Xu Erxiao.

Then he took out a jar of soybean paste, knocking it against the ground.

"Damn, it's frozen."

Wang Cheng'an glanced at it, then ignored the paste, just sitting there taking a bite of flatbread, then a bite of onion,

Watching Lu Yuan and the "Deity of Beauty" not far away with curiosity.

Heh~

"They're kissing~"

"Making out~"

Xu Erxiao grinned, laughing like a two-hundred-pound child.

Wang Cheng'an widened his eyes and said:

"Are you blind?!"

"She's licking Brother Lu!"

Xu Erxiao shook his head and said:

"Don't worry, these two will definitely start making out soon~"

Wang Cheng'an and Xu Erxiao took bites of flatbread and onion, eating with relish, watching with equal relish.

Learn~

Learn well from Brother Lu~

Once you learn it, it's all your own~

Meanwhile, Tan Jiji and Shen Shulan stood speechless to the side.

Tan Jiji glanced at Shen Shulan beside him, then looked at the "Deity of Beauty" who seemed utterly infatuated with Lu Yuan.

He was about to collapse!!

Tan Jiji was really about to collapse!!

Why?!!

Why does this guy get all this?!!

If it was just Shen Shulan, fine.

This guy is twenty, his cultivation is impressive, and he's not bad-looking.

Shen Shulan liking him makes some tiny bit of sense.

But this "Deity of Beauty"—what the hell is this about?!!

These two haven't even known each other for fifteen minutes!!

What the hell is this, who can explain this logic?!!

As for Shen Shulan, she watched this scene with a face full of helplessness.

This...

Clearly...

Clearly I was here first!!!