bayedsolid Chapter 443 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Immortal Venerable 26
Chapter 443 The Love and Career of the Beautiful Immortal Venerable 26
She pressed her cheek against the carved wooden door, her ear tips trembling slightly, trying to catch any subtle sounds inside.
The silver bells in her hair swayed gently with her movements, making a soft, tinkling sound.
“Master always leaves a trace of his divine sense in his sleep to keep watch over the surroundings. Normally, even if I tiptoe past, he can still sense it. How could there be such a commotion today…”
Ran Cang felt increasingly uneasy as she thought about it. Moonlight slanted in through the window, casting sharp silver shadows on the blue brick floor, making her face appear even paler.
She took a deep breath, gathered pale blue spiritual energy at her fingertips, and kicked the carved wooden door hard.
"boom"
With a loud crash, the crisp sound of sandalwood breaking startled the owls under the eaves, and amidst the flying wood chips, she rushed into the house.
The moment Ran Cang walked around the screen, her steps came to an abrupt halt, and her breath caught in her throat—in the flickering candlelight, Sui Si was being held tightly in the arms of a man in black.
The man's dark robe trailed on the ground, and the cuffs embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns slipped down, revealing half of his cold, jade-like wrist.
He held Sui Si in his arms, his chin resting on the top of Sui Si's head, their posture intimate and almost tender.
Sui Si's thin white robe was half-open, revealing a few strands of messy black hair around her neck. Her sleeping face glowed with a hazy light in the dim light, and her eyelashes cast dappled shadows under her eyes.
"This, this is..."
Ran Cang's sword sheath slammed heavily onto the floor, making a crisp clanging sound.
The Azure Phoenix Sword trembled restlessly in its sheath, its hilt burning hot on the ground, as if it too could sense its master's shock and anger.
She staggered forward two steps, shattering the moonlight on the ground, her voice trembling so badly it was almost incoherent:
"How could Master... how could he be with someone else..."
Sui Si, held in his arms, trembled slightly with her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes as Ran Cang exclaimed a second time.
His dazed gaze swept across the doorway, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his pale face instantly flushed red.
"Ayu?!"
His hoarse voice was still groggy from just waking up. He struggled to get up, but was restrained by the black-clad man's instinctively tightening arms.
Startled, the man in black pulled Sui Si closer to his chest, causing his hood to slip down half an inch, revealing a section of pale chin and a faint pink scar on his neck.
"Master...Master?!"
Ran Cang's voice was like withered leaves scattered by the wind, and the silver bells in her hair made a faint hum in the deathly silent room.
She stared intently at Sui Si's reddened ear tips, and at the man in black's partially obscured profile, feeling as if the moonlight tonight was chillingly cold.
The Azure Phoenix Sword emitted a long, unwilling cry, its sword energy rampaging wildly within its scabbard, causing her palms to go numb and her spiritual power to surge uncontrollably around her.
The room was so silent that you could hear the crackling of the candle wick popping; each crisp sound felt like a blow to Ran Cang's heart.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles were almost transparent, and the cold sweat seeping from her palms slid down her sleeves.
It felt like a piece of red-hot coal was stuck in his throat, and he managed to utter a few words with difficulty:
"Master, is he... my new master?"
The sound was so soft it was like a night breeze brushing past a windowpane, yet it stirred up a storm in the silence.
Sui Si had just struggled out of a hazy slumber, his consciousness still oscillating between reality and illusion, his clear, cool voice now tinged with hoarseness:
What are you talking about?!
He subconsciously reached out to touch the jade pendant he always carried with him by his pillow, but his fingertips touched a warm chest instead.
The touch, still warm from his body, jolted him awake, his pupils contracting slightly in the dim candlelight.
Ran Cang suddenly took half a step forward, the silver bells in her hair shaking violently and making a chaotic sound:
"Master, is he my grandmaster?!"
The question, tinged with tears, startled the wind chimes under the eaves, causing Sui Si's chaotic thoughts to suddenly clear.
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, but before he could refute, the words "Yes, it's your grandmaster" slipped out of his mouth as if possessed.
Before he finished speaking, a warm, moist breath, carrying a faint scent of cedar, suddenly came from the back of his neck.
Sui Si turned his head sharply and met the black-clad man's loose hair.
The pale pink scar on his chest was right in front of him—it was clearly the spot where his fingertips had touched when he personally bandaged the Demon Emperor's wound three days ago in the Demon Emperor's Palace!
Memories surged like a tide, and Sui Si's face turned deathly pale instantly, as if all his strength had been drained away.
"???"
Sui Si's pupils contracted violently, and his whole body froze like a wooden sculpture.
He struggled frantically to get up, but the other's long arms held his waist firmly, and the dark gold cloud patterned sleeves slipped down further, revealing the silver entwined branches pattern on his wrist that was exactly the same as the Demon Emperor's.
Ran Cang looked at his master's suddenly pale face and at the black-clad man's unconsciously tightening arms, and the emotions surging in his chest suddenly froze into ice.
So he was a lecherous scoundrel who had taken liberties with his master?!
The surprise and anger that had been burning in my chest just moments before have now turned into a bone-chilling cold.
She slowly bent down to pick up the Azure Phoenix Sword that had fallen to the ground. As the sword was drawn, a dragon's roar pierced the air, and the sword energy stirred up wood chips all over the ground.
"Since it's not my master—"
The sword tip was aimed directly at the man in black's throat, and the sound of the silver bell and the sword rang out in a piercing hum.
"Let me cleanse the house for my master today!"
The blade of the Azure Phoenix Sword gleamed with a ghostly blue light, making the cinnabar mole at the corner of her eye appear blood-red, as if it wanted to burn this absurd scene to ashes.
Ran Cang bit the tip of his tongue to activate his sword technique, and spiritual power surged out along his meridians, condensing into a frosty, cold light on the blade.
However, just three inches from the opponent's skin, the dark figure suddenly moved—its wide sleeves billowed like dark clouds obscuring the moon, and its slender fingers actually gripped the trembling sword.
The violent recoil force traveled along the hilt of the sword, and Ran Cang instantly felt the gravity in his tiger's mouth, causing him to stagger back half a step.
The sword emitted a reluctant hum, and the winding dragon patterns on its spine glowed with a ghostly blue light, but they strangely dimmed when they touched the opponent's palm.
She then noticed that the demonic blood seeping from the man's fingertips was climbing up the blade's patterns, and wherever the purple light passed, the spiritual energy patterns on the sword melted away as if they had encountered a raging fire.
"Ayu!"
Sui Si practically sprang up from the couch, a silver hairpin hanging askew in her disheveled hair, her plain white undergarment half-open, revealing the pale blue veins at her collarbone.
He rapidly formed hand seals, and golden spiritual energy wrapped around Ran Cang's wrist, but she suddenly broke free.
"Calm down, don't kill him!"
Before he finished speaking, Ran Cang had already stepped on the broken wood scattered on the ground and pressed forward again, the silver bells in his hair making a sharp sound amidst the sword energy.
The candlelight flickered eerily three times, casting the black-clad man's face in and out of view.
The moment he turned his head and looked back, the swaying light and shadow perfectly outlined his high nose bridge and slightly upturned phoenix eyes, and the vermilion mole at the corner of his eye looked like blood dripping under the reflection of his purple eyes.
Ran Cang's pupils contracted instantly, and his five fingers gripping the sword hilt turned white inch by inch—that familiar face, wasn't it the Demon Emperor who had shamelessly pestered his master a few days ago?
"It's you?!"
Ran Cang's voice seemed to be squeezed out from a broken chest cavity, with an uncontrollable tremor at the end.
The Azure Phoenix Sword fell to the ground with a clang.
She staggered backward, her lower back slamming into an overturned wooden stool. Amidst the flying splinters, all she could hear was the deafening pounding of her heart.
The Demon Emperor released the sword hilt with a slow, almost reverent motion, as if the sword he had just caught with his bare hands was not a divine weapon capable of cleaving through the void.
His palm was intact, except for a faint purple mark that disappeared in an instant like a spider web, but cast an eerie shadow on the blue brick floor.
A surge of bitterness, anger, grievance, and shock exploded in my chest, and the scene before me began to distort and deform.
She staggered and reached for the jade pendant hanging at her waist—a peace charm given to her by her master—but her vision went black the moment her fingertips touched the pendant.
"Ayu!"
Sui Si's exclamation was filled with a panic-like tremor, and the figure that teleported in brought a gust of wind, steadily supporting her limp body.
The moment his fingertips touched his pulse, his expression changed drastically—Ran Cang's spiritual power was rampaging through his meridians, showing signs of going into qi deviation.
The person in his arms trembled violently, and wet tears slid down their pale cheeks as they murmured something unconsciously.