Chapter 313: Hearing Liu Qingmeng's Delicacy

An unfamiliar ceiling...

Fang Can slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the glowing dome above.

Through the reflection of frost forming on the dome, Fang Can could see the beauty beside him embracing him.

'How could this be? Is something wrong?'

Having just finished a three-day cultivation session, the youth's eyes were dazed; he felt everything was quite different from what he had expected.

'Ye Qingshi is definitely the first heroine!'

'Little Liu is equally deserving.'

'Little Jiang is actually passable too.'

'If all else fails, Feng Qiaoyan will do.'

'Holy crap! When did Senior Liu enter the race?'

No one knew how Fang Can spent those thirty days; eyes open, he was a sparring partner; eyes closed, still a sparring partner.

The total time for breathing did not exceed ten minutes.

Moreover, it was truly a bone-extracting, marrow-sucking oppression; the lost blood qi gathered could completely fill this small room, and the process was quite painful.

He only felt that beside him was an endless blood-sucking machine, furiously and greedily draining his own nutrients outward.

This little horse of his was nearly run over by a big truck into another world.

During the brief moments when Hearing Liu Qingmeng regained consciousness, he also learned the truth from her.

It was all a conspiracy by the Sixth-Stage Transformation Zhenjun, causing everything that happened now, making two non-intersecting lines completely merge into each other.

Apart from brief conversations, most of the time was spent cultivating to help her breakthrough to the Fifth Stage.

In a moment of thought, Fang Can felt the jade arm embracing him tighten.

Guessing the Fire Pill effect was starting again, he sighed lightly in his heart:

'Senior, please continue; my body can still take it.'

Immediately, the somewhat warm body behind him pressed closer; Hearing Liu Qingmeng rested her face against the back of the youth's neck, blue silk and the youth's white hair intertwining, forming a breathtaking picture.

'I'm sorry!'

Hearing Liu Qingmeng breathed in the aura emanating from the youth, part of which had been tainted by her.

Before entering the mystical realm, she had sensed many people's auras coming from the youth, but one was missing; now it was finally complete.

Not only complete, but at this very moment, all other scents had been completely covered, leaving only her color.

'Senior, why say such things at this time?'

Fang Can slowly exhaled a cloud of turbid air and said: 'This matter was an accident; neither of us wished for it to happen; perhaps after we go out...'

'What if I wish to?'

The woman's tone was gentler than ever before, like a pool of spring water melting, yet it left Fang Can silent.

Almost as if trying to crush the youth into her body, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's voice came from behind his head:

'If I, like Little Liu Jiang Ningan, develop feelings, what will you do?'

Fang Can:...

'Not speaking, is it disbelief, or unwillingness to answer?'

While Hearing Liu Qingmeng pressed further, her pearl teeth gently bit Fang Can's earlobe and said: 'Fang Lang, both my Heartless Dao and my guard-mole have been destroyed by you.'

Feeling the youth's heartbeat unconsciously accelerate, Hearing Liu Qingmeng's eyes curved like crescent moons.

This series of actions made Fang Can hallucinate that the person behind him was not Hearing Liu Qingmeng, but Little Liu.

Fang Can then realized that Little Liu was merely one of the personas of the person before him.

The reason for such a huge difference was probably because the woman primarily cultivated the Supreme Forgetting of Emotions.

But now, a month has passed; even the most stubborn Heartless Dao has been broken by the youth; now it seems to be returning to her true nature.

At this moment, the woman whose body realm had reached the Fifth Stage could already glimpse the chains within the youth's sea of consciousness.

If the initial violence she wanted to inflict on herself in the youth's mind made her shy...

Then the subsequent sparse handwriting until no records at all made her feel anxious.

'I can't possibly be inferior even to that girl Jiang Ningan, can I? That would be too pathetic, truly bullying! I must take action!'

With such thoughts, the next moment Fang Can felt a chill rise straight up his spine.

'Fang Lang, I want to cultivate again.'

Turning his head with some difficulty, Fang Can saw Hearing Liu Qingmeng, her eyes full of spring water, now wearing the Blood Drop.

That was formed from pure Lei Ting; immediately she said leisurely: 'I will also help you practice the Y Divine Art.'

As she spoke, before Fang Can's unconsciously widened eyes, she assumed the opening stance of the Y Divine Art.

As everyone knows, the Y Divine Art is the basic martial art of the Pure Heart Sect; everyone knows how unspeakable every move and technique within it is.

And now, Senior Liu, who had always been so, was now wearing the Blood Drop while assuming the opening stance of the Y Divine Art.

If the previous Senior Liu was the cold arrogance of a thousand-year-old ice, then Qingmeng now was the delicate beauty of a river of spring water.

After fully realizing her true heart, Hearing Liu Qingmeng, who was about to lose her qualification to compete, decided to return to the starting line and begin the race.

She didn't want to remain arrogant anymore!

Maintaining her original persona would only make the distance between the two grow wider and wider, until many years later, seeing the wedding invitation sent by Jiang Ningan and silently crying in a corner.

Seeing Fang Can's stunned expression, Hearing Liu Qingmeng gently cupped the youth's face and smiled tenderly: 'What's wrong? Haven't you always wanted to do this to me?'

'Next... you can unleash all your inspiration on me, starting with this Blood Drop.'

Fang Can watched helplessly as crimson spread over the girl's earlobe, breathtakingly beautiful.

Clearly, speaking up voluntarily was a significant challenge for her.

"Senior Liu..."

"That is the title used before outsiders; from now on, you may call me that in front of Jiang Ningan."

Fang Can immediately felt his lips blocked by cherry lips: "Here, call me Qing Meng."

Then, frosty cold air wrapped everything; only now did Fang Can feel what is called 【Love】.

At this moment, cultivation is your lie...

In the following days, Fang Can felt no more pain; he threw himself into it wholeheartedly, wielding brush and ink within the small world, dyeing the layered forests.

Fang Can, having completely let himself go, felt he was simply a great artist.

In short, when he came to his senses, he was already gently tying a hair ribbon onto the woman's waterfall-like blue hair.

"This breakthrough to the Fifth Transformation was ultimately a trick; I still need some time to consolidate my mental realm. I will enter seclusion for a while next."

Qing Meng, acting like a young girl, hugged Fang Can's small arm with reluctance, then coquettishly commanded: "Before I emerge from seclusion, you are not to flirt with flowers and grass, especially Jiang Ningan and Little Liu."

Halfway through speaking, Hearing Liu Qingmeng instead let out a long sigh, gazing fixedly at the top of Fang Can's head, vaguely feeling his peach blossom luck was somewhat too flourishing.

'What a sin...'

Hearing Liu Qingmeng sighed in her heart; this could not be blamed on others. The lush greenery of Jiang Ningan was given by her, and without that lush greenery, she could not have entered the race track.

One can only say that every drink and every peck has its destined number; back then, Fang Can's first hundred harem members were also instigated by her.

Looking back now with hindsight, she simply hated it until her teeth itched.

(End of this chapter)