Chapter 36

Chapter 36

As his voice died down, the room instantly fell into a dead silence, with only the night wind passing through the hall, and the pages of the book beside them rustled softly.

Lu Yuanyin silently looked at the person before her. His eyelashes were lowered, and he expressionlessly stared at the chicken soup in his hand, as if utterly unaware of how terrifying his words just now were...

Huo Wuyan could be so blunt it was frightening.

The spirit beast clan seemed to be born more bold and unbridled—words human cultivators found unspeakable always came easily to them, as if they had no concept of shame at all.

Lu Yuanyin choked back the words on the tip of her tongue. At a loss, feeling anything she said would be useless, she finally lowered her eyes and picked at her nails, explaining softly, "I didn't put any Golden Stamina Pill in the soup. I found it at the Four Directions Alchemy Assembly before! If you don't believe me, you can ask Qing Nong!"

"I just wanted to come and talk to you..."

Huo Wuyan lifted his eyes and shot her a glacial glance. He gave a cold laugh, saying nothing, but the message was clear.

Back in that cave, Lu Yuanyin hadn't chattered on for ages as she usually did. She was uncharacteristically silent for a moment, staring at the dark wall, and then suddenly said she was tired today and wanted to talk to him.

But what she said when she claimed she wanted to talk to him was that he, Lu Sisi, and those people deserved to die, and his skills were pathetic...

He never wanted to hear that again.

Lu Yuanyin, seeing his expression, naturally recalled her own reckless actions from before. She couldn't help touching her nose, feeling awkward. Her past behavior did seem even worse than adding a stamina pill to the soup.

She pretended not to notice Huo Wuyan's mockery, lifted her skirts and sat quietly in front of him, whispering, "Huo Wuyan..."

As she moved, her slender shoulders and neck swayed, and her slightly loose clothing slid down, revealing a patch of delicate skin dazzlingly white in the faint light of the night pearl, with the faint curve of her chest just visible.

Huo Wuyan's gaze darkened, a murky hue creeping into his crimson eyes. Without turning his head, he shifted his gaze coldly to the window, where two birds nestled on a branch, cuddling intimately, their necks intertwined in sleep.

His fingers tapped the table unconsciously, his movements stiff.

Seeing Huo Wuyan still staring indifferently out the window, Lu Yuanyin leaned in, bringing her fair little face close to his. Her eyes wide, she asked with a troubled look, "If I go back to the Dragon Clan with you, will your clansmen look down on me? Will they hate me?"

"My parents are gone, I have no friends, and my sect and master don't care about me. I won't have anyone to protect me. Will they bully me?"

Huo Wuyan gave her a flat look at her words. Seeing her unease, he said firmly, "They wouldn't dare."

He straightened his rumpled robe and sat up slowly. A faint scent of ambergris drifted to her on the night breeze.

As if recalling something, he added in a low voice, "My mother is dead. My father might as well be dead. As for others, you don't need to care."

Lu Yuanyin was taken aback, not expecting Huo Wuyan to tell her such things. She had heard from outsiders that Huo Wuyan had personally killed his grandfather and even slain several of his own clan members. She figured his relationship with his family couldn't be good.

Lu Yuanyin's eyelashes fluttered. She looked at Huo Wuyan's cold expression, then bit her red lip and said softly, "I don't care what others think. I only care about you."

Huo Wuyan paused. He looked at the little girl leaning close to him, his mind momentarily dazed. Ever since she confessed her feelings to him, she had been especially clingy, often saying inexplicable things.

He shouldn't give her false hope. He wanted to warn her not to hold too many expectations for him—even if he took her back to the Dragon Clan, he wouldn't like her.

He would not stop for anyone.

But then, lowering his eyes, he saw Lu Yuanyin moving even closer. He could almost see the fine down on her cheeks. Her face was no bigger than his palm, her skin porcelain-white, and her eyes seemed to hold the shimmering autumn water, sparkling with every movement of her gaze.

A sweet, cloying fragrance wafted faintly. Huo Wuyan's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. He was about to speak when a slender fingertip suddenly touched his cheek. Her fingertips were cool, like lustrous white jade. As he was distracted...

a softness pressed against his lips.

He realized belatedly she was kissing him...

Huo Wuyan's pupils contracted. Her face suddenly filled his vision, her long lashes trembling nervously. Huo Wuyan's breath caught.

Then the person before him stepped back half a step and said softly, "As long as I can be with you, I won't care even if they hate me!"

His Adam's apple bobbed, his mind momentarily blank.

When she finished, Lu Yuanyin stood to leave. Before he even knew what he was doing, he'd wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his arm tightening almost uncontrollably, greedily pulling her into his embrace.

Lu Yuanyin hadn't expected this sudden move. His chin bumped painfully against her collarbone. She let out a soft cry, and a scorching heat quickly enveloped her.

Her heart trembled. She instinctively tried to step back, but the large hand around her waist tightened slowly. Her breath caught. She felt as if he wanted to crush her into his very bones.

Her slender fingertips rested weakly on his solid arm. She could feel his muscles tense, his body instantly rigid. The veins on the back of his hand bulged. Looking at his white hair, she hesitated only a moment before obediently letting him hold her, whispering, "Huo Wuyan..."

Huo Wuyan grunted in a low, hoarse voice.

The waist in his palm was so slender it barely filled his hand. He knew exactly how soft it was. The sweet fragrance grew denser, like a feather brushing across his palm. His chest felt numb, and an indescribable itch crept into every inch of his flesh, taking root and sprouting quickly, stirring up a restless agitation.

His blood rushed through his veins. He could hear his heart pounding violently, growing louder in the lonely night.

His gaze fell, and he saw a section of her fair shoulder. Her neck was slender and white, so fragile it looked like it would snap at a touch—delicate and beautiful.

Just one slight pressure from his fingertip, and he could easily snap her neck.

Huo Wuyan's pupils contracted. A tinge of blood red crept into his eyes. For the spirit beast clan, they only exposed this vulnerable spot to the most intimate person.

He heard her soft voice in his ears. A dark glint flashed in Huo Wuyan's eyes. His breathing grew heavier. Suddenly, he parted his thin lips, almost losing control, and urgently bit down on that fair shoulder.

A tense little cry came from her. Huo Wuyan bit down harder, his sharp fangs piercing the tender skin.

A rich scent of blood spread between his lips.

A sharp pain shot through her shoulder. Lu Yuanyin instinctively grabbed the red tassels hanging beneath his ear, her fingers tightening. Her breathing quickened. "It hurts..."

Then a hot palm closed around her slender wrist. Huo Wuyan exerted a little force, forcing her to release her grip. He pulled back slightly, and saw crimson blood seeping from the wound against her snow-white skin, like broken jade stained with blood—a strangely decadent sight.

Lu Yuanyin stared at him dazedly, the corners of her eyes and brows tinted red, her crimson lips glistening with a thin layer of moisture, like ripe berries tempting to be picked.

Rough fingertips slowly wiped away the blood from her wound. Huo Wuyan looked at the blood on his fingertips, then fixed his gaze on her for a moment before finally releasing his hand. "Don't do that again."

His voice was already hoarse and rough.

His gaze was dark and dangerous, carrying a desire and longing so intense it was startling, even to himself. The demonic markings beneath his eyes glowed faintly.

Sensing the strangeness emanating from him, Lu Yuanyin's heart trembled. She averted her eyes. Just as she was about to stand up, she felt a resistance around her leg.

She looked down and saw that, without her noticing, a dragon tail covered in golden scales had coiled around her slender ankle. Even the thinnest part of the tail was as thick as her wrist, and the sharp scales gleamed with a cold light in the candlelight.

The thick dragon tail slowly tightened, unconsciously creeping up into the loose leg of her trousers. The smooth scales gently brushed against her skin, sending a strange, tingling sensation through her. The tail lay hidden between their clothes, giving off an oddly eerie and sensual air.

Lu Yuanyin's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the dragon tail. "Is this your tail..."

Huo Wuyan seemed to realize something. He lowered his eyes slightly and saw the tail greedily wanting to touch her skin. He frowned but said in a deep voice, "Don't look at it."

Lu Yuanyin quickly looked away, her eyelashes fluttering. But she felt his breathing growing heavier behind her, and his hot breath sprayed onto her fair neck. She could sense the increasingly obvious change below his waist. Her cheeks grew hot.

Just as she was wondering whether she should sacrifice her hand to help him, the heat behind her dissipated. Huo Wuyan gently pushed her away, his voice hoarse. "Go out first."

Then, as if thinking of something, he added sternly, "And don't think about all that nonsense."

Lu Yuanyin, seeing this, quickly hitched up her skirt and fled out of the room. She pursed her lips, thinking, no wonder those people said the dragon clan was naturally lustful—she had only kissed him once, and he looked like he’d taken a whole bottle of aphrodisiac...

She took out her jade token, thought for a moment, and sent a message to Senior Sister Huang.

Her slender figure quickly disappeared into the night. Huo Wuyan pushed open the window, and the night wind swept through the room, carrying away the sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

Huo Wuyan gazed gloomily at the bustling crowd outside the window. He silently recited the Heart-Calming Mantra in his mind, trying to quell the wildly screaming desires within his body.

After a long while, he found himself even more agitated. His groin throbbed painfully, and he felt like he was about to explode, his head splitting from the pain. Uncontrollably, patches of crimson-gold scales appeared on his arms, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Huo Wuyan looked at the abnormalities on his body, sensing something was wrong.

The Old Medical Cultivator was brewing medicine in the dead of night when he received a message from the Dragon Lord. Surprised, he quickly grabbed his medical kit and hurried out the door.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt an unusual heat, as if he had stepped into a sealed furnace. The room was filled with steaming vapor, and he was instantly drenched in hot sweat. Alarmed, the Old Medical Cultivator stepped forward and saw a tall figure quietly leaning by the window.

His white hair hung down, looking somewhat odd. The Old Medical Cultivator rushed over.

Suddenly, Huo Wuyan raised his head abruptly, his crimson eyes fixed on the Old Medical Cultivator. His eyes were bloodshot, his face flushed, and crimson-gold scales had already crept up his neck.

The Old Medical Cultivator grew worried at the sight. He hurried over with his medical kit, reached for Huo Wuyan's wrist, and asked urgently, "What happened to you? Why did you suddenly become like this in the middle of the night? Did someone attack you?"

Yet the inn had been silent, with no signs of a fight.

The Old Medical Cultivator was rambling on when he suddenly froze. His expression turned strange as he looked at Huo Wuyan, then said dryly, "...Are you in heat?"

Author's note:

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