Chapter 31

Chapter 31

All around was dim, the sea wind howled, and from time to time the noise of voices and the angry roars of sea beasts came from afar.

A constant warmth radiated from behind.

Lu Yuanyin’s body stiffened. She was no longer a naive girl who understood nothing; she almost instantly realized what it was... Her expression shifted, her gaze darted, and she hardly dared to look at the person behind her. She silently curled into his arms, not sure where to put her hands or feet.

She could feel his temperature rising higher and higher, his body tensed, and a vigorous heat steamed. The large hand on her waist unconsciously tightened, his muscles taut, veins bulging on the back of his hand.

Lu Yuanyin’s breath hitched.

The temperature around them seemed to rise a little.

Her thin clothes could barely shield her from the heat of his palm; wherever his fingertips touched, the skin seemed to ignite with tiny flames, exceptionally hot. Lu Yuanyin bit her red lip, and a glistening, watery shine appeared in her eyes.

Perhaps because his true form trod on golden flames and wielded fire, in human form, his body temperature was slightly higher than normal people. Whenever he was aroused with emotion or desire, his body heat became especially intense.

As he moved, even the sweat that dripped onto her was scalding, carrying a burning heat.

Drops of water splashed onto her face, blurring her vision. The surrounding clamor seemed to fade away, and she heard his rapid heartbeat, growing stronger in the thick darkness. Lu Yuanyin also became somewhat nervous.

The rich scent of dragon’s saliva aggressively lingered at her nostrils. Lu Yuanyin’s breath caught, her eyes flickered, her cheeks felt hot, her thoughts drifted, and her sea of consciousness was in disarray.

The breathing behind her grew heavier and heavier; scorching breath hit her pale ear, burning that patch of skin, turning it a light crimson.

Her ear felt a little itchy; Lu Yuanyin subconsciously touched her earlobe, pressing her lips together.

Only to find that her earlobe was scalding hot as well.

Lu Yuanyin was slightly dazed; she had almost forgotten that although Huo Wuyan usually appeared cold and ascetic, abstaining from women, once he shed this cold exterior, his desires were extremely strong. He could never resist being provoked.

When it came to dual cultivation, at first she was more proactive, but later, it was Huo Wuyan who firmly grasped her waist and demanded endlessly.

Even when his spiritual power was sealed, he still had immense brute strength, and moreover, his size was particularly terrifying; every time they practiced dual cultivation for supplementation, she had difficulty enduring...

Lu Yuanyin’s gaze flickered; she secretly glanced to the side. All she could see were his deep collarbones and slightly tense muscles, and that shoulder-length crimson tassel. The heavy black robe clung damply to his robust frame, outlining his taut muscles, with an indescribably sensual air.

His white hair cascaded down. Lu Yuanyin’s gaze lingered on the tassel for a moment; it seemed that every time she saw him, he wore this tassel on his right ear.

Lu Yuanyin’s thoughts wandered everywhere, but she dared not look at him.

She lowered her eyelashes, silently shrinking in his arms, not daring to move, afraid of touching something she shouldn’t, and even more afraid that Huo Wuyan would be triggered and lose control... The scenery around them changed rapidly; in the blink of an eye, the vast coastline was far behind them, and faint sounds of air being torn came from all around.

Lu Yuanyin belatedly realized that this seemed to be the legendary technique of “shrinking the earth to an inch.”

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Inside the inn, the shopkeeper paced anxiously in the room, occasionally raising his head and looking out the window with a worried expression.

He had just learned that the Dragon Lord had appeared and was now in his inn. Without regard for the matters at hand, he hurried back to the inn as fast as possible, but didn’t see the Lord; instead, a message came from Qing Nong.

He heard Qing Nong say that they had been ambushed by the Black Flood Dragon together with a group of cultivators. The shopkeeper heard Qing Nong’s tone as weak and feeble, as if he were about to die, and his heart immediately tightened.

This Qing Nong had always followed the Lord; although he was not a top expert, he was no pushover. Those who could severely injure him must have some skill...

He still wanted to ask about Huo Wuyan’s condition, but found that Qing Nong had already cut off the communication. The shopkeeper was so anxious he kept stroking his beard, not even noticing that a few strands of his treasured beard had fallen out.

Looking at the increasingly dark night outside the window and the coming and going crowd, the shopkeeper was so anxious that he almost jumped up.

He hesitated, wondering whether to contact those old fellows to search for them, when he sensed an almost inaudible footstep behind him. The shopkeeper quickly looked up and saw a tall figure silently step into the room.

The shopkeeper’s face lit up with joy; he quickly stepped forward and asked eagerly, “I heard someone attacked you, how is the Lord? Those damned ants, how despicable! Who the hell is it? We will definitely not let him off!”

With his arrival, a thick smell of blood slowly spread through the room. The shopkeeper looked at the tall male cultivator, his expression changing, and he quickly asked, “Lord, are you injured? Someone, quickly summon a medical cultivator!”

Huo Wuyan walked silently toward the soft couch by the window. The shopkeeper had a bellyful of words to say and followed closely behind Huo Wuyan. Suddenly, his gaze paused; only then did he see that Huo Wuyan was actually holding a slender, petite girl in his arms.

From his angle, he could only see the dripping wet black hair hanging down, and a slender, jade-like ankle, with a shallow teeth mark on the slender ankle, and a few bloodstains on the crimson hem of her skirt.

Huo Wuyan’s clothes were also disheveled, with water droplets dripping from his body and leaving a wet ring on the floor. The two seemed to have just rolled out of the water, their clothes damp; even he could sense the unusual intimacy between them.

The shopkeeper’s words came to an abrupt halt; his eyes widened. Although he was not the Lord’s confidant, he knew that Dragon Lord Huo Wuyan was different from those amorous dragons. He was a dragon who kept his distance from women. His temperament was eccentric and moody; women who threw themselves at him were as numerous as fish in the river, but he ignored them all and treated them coldly. On ordinary days, not even a female mosquito was near him.

He had no idea when the Lord had acquired a little girl by his side?

The shopkeeper’s expression changed continuously; he suddenly remembered that Qing Nong had earlier specially gone to buy some women’s items, which he had assumed were for Qing Nong’s Dao companion...

The shopkeeper’s thoughts raced as he watched the Lord bend down slightly and silently place the little girl on the soft couch by the window. His movements were somewhat stiff, revealing a care that even he hadn’t noticed. The shopkeeper swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

His gaze lingered on the soft couch for a moment, only to find that Huo Wuyan’s figure almost completely blocked the little girl. He only saw a section of fine white fingernail lightly resting on his sturdy arm. Seeing this, the shopkeeper was silent for a moment, then tactfully withdrew from the room and quietly closed the door.

With the shopkeeper’s departure, the door closed tightly, and the room fell into a deathly silence again. Only the dim yellow candlelight gently flickered with the night breeze, and the shadows of the two people on the wall swayed accordingly.

The moon was bright and the stars sparse, tree shadows danced, and from time to time a few faint cicada chirps came from outside the window.

Lu Yuanyin hugged her knees, silently shrinking into the corner of the soft couch. She secretly glanced at the wound on her ankle, then widened her eyes in surprise, only to find that the fierce wound, which had been deep enough to see bone moments ago, had now healed, leaving only a faint mark.

Lu Yuanyin touched her slightly cool calf and subconsciously looked at Huo Wuyan.

But she saw Huo Wuyan looking down at her, his face still as expressionless as usual, but his gaze was heavy, his expression gloomy, and deep in his crimson eyes was a thick desire that even he hadn’t realized.

His tall figure cast a heavy shadow over her, his silhouette almost enveloping her completely. His unique scent lingered around her. This posture made her inexplicably nervous; Lu Yuanyin instinctively averted her gaze, her gaze sweeping across his figure, only to see that the abnormal swelling in a certain area had not yet subsided.

Lu Yuanyin was a little flustered. Looking at her pale fingertips, she said softly, “Thank you for what happened just now...”

Huo Wuyan lowered his eyes slightly, his gaze dark as he watched the little girl shrinking silently in the corner. He saw that her wet hair was somewhat messy, sticking to her white cheeks, her clothes were disheveled, revealing her delicate collarbones and large areas of snow-white skin.

His gaze froze for a moment; he saw that the corners of her eyes and brows were tinged with a suggestive, amorous hue, and her red lips still glistened with crystal moisture, like ripe berries, tempting to be plucked.

Lu Yuanyin’s lip shape was extremely beautiful—small and full, with a bright red color. When she smiled, the corners of her mouth lifted, and with her somewhat round eyes, she always had a hint of coquettish cunning.

At this moment, her brows and eyes were lowered, and she looked inexplicably docile.

There was none of the arrogant and lively manner she had shown earlier in the cave.

Huo Wuyan belatedly realized that Lu Yuanyin seemed to be somewhat afraid of him.

It seemed that since leaving the cave, whenever she saw him, her expression flickered, and she consciously or unconsciously avoided his gaze; she was even far more familiar with Qing Nong than with him. Huo Wuyan frowned slightly.

He stared straight at Lu Yuanyin in front of him, took a deep breath, silently calming his surging blood and trying to suppress the clamoring desire inside.

After a moment, he suddenly turned and strode out of the room.

Seeing Huo Wuyan leave, Lu Yuanyin felt the oppressive aura lift from her. She let out a sigh of relief, took off her damp clothes, and walked into the adjacent bath, slowly taking a hot bath. Only then did she wearily curl up into the soft, warm bedding.

She swallowed a few calming spirit pills, thought about everything that had happened today, and bit her fingertip, still somewhat unable to believe it.

As for Lu Sisi and that Black Flood Dragon—in that little porn novel, the Black Flood Dragon clearly survived until the end, even becoming a regional hegemon, with countless spirit beasts under his command, and the flood dragon clan’s status also rose accordingly. He could be considered one of Lu Sisi’s strongest allies.

Lu Yuanyin was somewhat surprised. Earlier, when she learned which people would become Lu Sisi’s allies in the future and threaten her own life, she had tried to strike first and eliminate those people. However, no matter what she did, those people always managed to turn danger into safety.

She'd even tried to poison Tong Lanyi and the others, but the poisoned water almost ended up in her own stomach. After several failures, she had given up on that path.

But she never expected that the Black Flood Dragon would be killed by Huo Wuyan today, falling here and now, not even leaving behind his physical body. The strong ones they had brought also suffered heavy casualties.

Lu Yuanyin vaguely felt that this whole thing seemed to be straying from the book's plot. She tapped her fingers, her spirits lifting a little. Could this mean that the ending in the book was not fated?

Drowsiness hit her, and her head got heavy. She didn't last long before Lu Yuanyin fell into a deep sleep.

The night was deep, and the cold moonlight spilled abundantly through the gaps in the window, spilling across the floor.

Huo Wuyan sat silently by the window. He stared expressionlessly at the closed door of the adjacent room, the candlelight dim.

Sensing the gradually calming breathing from the next room, his brows furrowed slightly. He was unusually unfocused, and there was a strange restlessness. Since childhood, he had been diligent in cultivation, with a mind clear of distractions, and rarely had he ever been diverted.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the Taiqing Mantra in his heart, trying to drive out those lewd thoughts, but the mantra had little effect. His mind was in turmoil, and an indescribable ache throbbed painfully.

Those chaotic memories flooded into his sea of consciousness. The faint breathing from the next room seemed to grow more distinct. He lifted his head slightly, his gaze coolly fixed on the pitch-black night sky.

In the past, he had been pure and ascetic, rarely experiencing desire. But just now, when she casually rubbed against him, he involuntarily reacted, and even a craving arose within him—he wanted to sleep with her.

Huo Wuyan had always acted on impulse, not caring about consequences. He had little kindness and was never merciful. For him, if he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to obtain it.

He wanted to sleep with Lu Yuanyin. In his usual way, he'd have pinned her to the bed and taken her by force, but seeing her evasive look, he forced himself to suppress the desire in his heart.

He clearly disliked Lu Yuanyin—in fact, one could say he hated her. He should have coldly watched her die, yet he had saved her time and again, and even developed an improper desire for her.

He could vaguely sense that his emotions were spiraling out of control.

Even when he thought of the humiliating words she had said to him, he no longer felt the murderous intent he had before; instead, his back tingled strangely.

Huo Wuyan toyed with the jade cup in his hand without expression, lowering his eyelashes to conceal the turmoil in his eyes. Could it really be, as Lu Yuanyin had said, that this body was inherently a lecherous dragon?

Huo Wuyan frowned slightly, unable to accept this conclusion.

Author's Note:

Here I come!

I was out late with friends celebrating my birthday last night! The update will be made up~

Tonight, small red envelopes continue!