Chapter 92: Moonlit Night… Luring Him Out

Chapter 92: Moonlit Night... Luring Him Out of the Shadows

Shen Lian couldn't see it, but the man standing in the shadows was momentarily stunned by Shen Lian's words, raising his head to look at him.

Chen Xue was a bit confused.

Shen Lian, however, let out a soft laugh. "Don't worry about it."

Over the next few days, Shen Lian acted as though nothing had happened, though he did join the Floating Cloud Mountain sect's campaign to wipe out the demon clan.

Ever since Tianyang City fell, more and more demons and demonic beasts began crossing into the cultivators' territory, causing trouble everywhere. Even some of the old monsters dared not come out, instead hiding deep in the mountains well in advance.

But he still concealed his identity as an alchemy cultivator.

He Ci and Shen Lian once again teamed up to slay a frenzied demonic beast.

He Ci frowned. "Where are all these demons and demonic beasts coming from?"

Previously, several major sects had joined forces, losing over a hundred Heavenly Immortal masters and even two Supreme Golden Immortal patriarchs to seal the demons beyond the cultivators' territory, building a massive barrier wall.

It was precisely because of the deaths of those ancestors that the human race had gradually declined over the years.

Cultivators could pass through freely, but demons and demonic beasts could rarely cross over—at most, they could hang around the border between the demon and cultivator territories.

But now, demons were appearing not just at the border, but even at the heart of the cultivators' domain.

"Is the seal weakening?"

Shen Lian looked thoughtful. "Perhaps the problem might be in Tianyang City."

"Tianyang City?"

Shen Lian thought of the demon named Lu Zheng, and how the demon corpse had appeared in the sky above Tianyang City.

He then recounted all of this to He Ci, though he omitted the nonsense Lu Zheng had rambled—that man...

A thoughtful look flickered in He Ci's eyes. "I'll tell my father. This is really important. Also, don't ever go into Tianyang City alone again."

Shen Lian nodded. "Mm."

He Ci rushed off. With the demons now pressing in hard, the various sects could no longer fight each other to the death.

If they didn't unite soon, they'd be devoured by the demons.

Shen Lian had fought all day, and by the time he returned, he was pretty tired.

After using the Purification Technique, he lay down on the bed. Pills could indeed be taken, but not too frequently.

Spiritual veins needed to be constantly expanded and used; every time they were drained, it prepared them to hold even more spiritual energy next time.

Rapidly using pills to replenish spiritual energy had its ups and downs.

Shen Lian's lashes fluttered slightly. The alchemy materials he had haphazardly thrown aside that morning were now neatly arranged, even sorted by type and use.

His eyes flickered, then he looked away as if nothing was wrong.

The man in the shadows had expected Shen Lian to sit in meditation and rest, but instead, Shen Lian's lean, graceful frame lay sprawled across the bed, then shifted slightly.

The man's fingers paused, his breath catching as he froze in place.

The young man on the bed turned slightly to the side, a cascade of raven-black hair falling across his chest. He opened his robes slightly, tilted his head back, and leaned against the headboard.

His pale fingers undid his own sash, then moved downward...

Realizing what Shen Lian was about to do, the man instinctively wanted to turn away, but his gaze was glued to Shen Lian, unable to look away.

The young man, beautiful as a Mystic Immortal, lowered his thick lashes, an unusual flush spreading across his cheeks, making him look less cold and more like he'd been brought down to earth.

His tidy robes were now a mess, and looking further down, the hand that should have held a sword was now...

Every part of Shen Lian was exquisite, even... that part too.

In the darkness, breathing grew erratic, and a barely noticeable gaze was fixed intently on Shen Lian.

To be honest, Shen Lian hadn't done such things in a long time. Since he began cultivating immortality, his desires had faded.

No wonder some people chose to cultivate the Dao of Heartlessness.

After all, feelings were the most worthless thing in this world, so what was so great about that kind of thing?

Might as well just cultivate.

And precisely because Shen Lian hadn't done it in so long, once he started, he couldn't stop.

After the pleasure passed, a faint light flickered in Shen Lian's eyes. He cast a sidelong glance toward the shadows, then, as if utterly exhausted, drifted off to sleep fully clothed.

In no time, Shen Lian's breathing became even and steady.

Only then did Yan Huaixuan dare to come out. His expression remained cool and composed, but if anyone else had been present, they would have noticed that below his waist, a tent had formed in his robes.

Yan Huaixuan gazed at the cold, beautiful man resting with closed eyes on the bed, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

A complicated, conflicted look passed through his eyes. He never would have imagined Shen Lian doing something like that.

Did Shen Lian even know he was watching?

Noticing that Shen Lian hadn't even used the Purification Technique, Yan Huaixuan figured Shen Lian was just too exhausted from the day's battles.

He slowly sat down, his fingertips about to cast a spell, but then he paused.

Yan Huaixuan's gaze flickered.

The next morning, when Shen Lian woke up, just as he expected, he was wearing different clothes. Though upon closer inspection, they looked identical to what he'd worn last night, the lingering scent of pills on each of Shen Lian's clothes was different.

He looked down at the clothes he was wearing.

Yan Huaixuan's fingertips tightened slightly as he watched him closely.

Did Shen Lian... notice?

He thought of how, last night, he had for some reason kept Shen Lian's clothes before finding an identical outfit to replace them with.

However, Shen Lian let out a knowing chuckle and simply looked away.

Yan Huaixuan watched him go, his face unreadable.

Maybe Shen Lian really didn't know he was there.

Otherwise...

The image of the beauty bathed in moonlight, lost in pleasure the night before, surfaced again in his mind.

He came back utterly exhausted again that evening.

As soon as Shen Lian entered, he lay on the bed for a while. Yan Huaixuan noticed Shen Lian's exhaustion and furrowed his brow almost imperceptibly.

Over the past few days, Shen Lian had been hunting demons tirelessly, to the point where even He Ci couldn't stand to watch.

Yan Huaixuan could only trail behind him.

Once Shen Lian returned, he immediately began meditating to restore his spiritual power.

Yan Huaixuan wanted to force Shen Lian to rest, but then another low moan slipped from Shen Lian's lips, and Yan Huaixuan's body froze again.

He could only watch as Shen Lian's long legs shifted, rubbing together slightly.

Yan Huaixuan quickly looked away. Shen Lian didn't know he was there, but he couldn't bear to watch.

Just as he was about to turn away, he heard Shen Lian murmur softly, "Aze..."

Yan Huaixuan's eyes narrowed, and he whipped around to stare hard at Shen Lian.

But Shen Lian still didn't know he was there, and this time, his movements went further—shifting from the front to the back.

Shen Lian let out another low moan, "Aze, I miss you so much."

He rested his head on the pillow, speaking tenderly, "Too bad you can't ascend to the Primordial Realm and share eternal life with me. Otherwise, we'd definitely be a couple that even immortals would envy."

The moment Shen Lian finished speaking, he felt the air around him turn noticeably colder. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Aze, I wonder when you'll finally ascend. I've used so many treasures just to let an ordinary person like you cultivate."