When Mo Qing and I went to Wu'e Hall, Zhiyan, who hadn't taken the Godly Walk Pill and was standing by the door, tearfully stared at me, "Zhaoyao Demon King, you must take good care of my body, I... I'm still a young lady..."
She said it as if it was something special. I glanced at Zhiyan, and she immediately added, "You must also control yourself! You must control yourself!"
What is this right-minded disciple of a prestigious sect always thinking about? Always thinking about nourishing Yin and Yang, isn't she?
I ignored her and left Xi Yue Peak with Mo Qing.
This time Mo Qing did not use his instant shadow technique, just took me, like a casual post-meal stroll, all the way from Xiyue Peak to the main peak's path, walking until the sunset, the evening glow descended, until the bright moon rose.
It was a long way, he didn't speak, just walked ahead with his hands behind his back. I also followed silently behind him.
I figured Mo Qing was probably learning from those youngsters who talk about love and go out for idle walks when they have nothing better to do, claiming it could enhance their relationship. Although I didn't think such aimless walks would serve any purpose, I needed to please him as I was trying to seduce him. And besides...
Since leaving the forbidden solitary grave, I hadn't properly strolled around Chenshi Mountain. Walking like this now also brought back some nostalgia.
Upon reaching the majestic main peak staircase of Chenshi Mountain, I looked up at the towering structure – the grandest building of Wuluo Gate, the Hall of No Evil.
It had been a long time since I looked up from this angle, and it suddenly reminded me of the first time I came here.
I set out from my hometown, reached the back mountain of Chenshi Mountain, accidentally encountered the renowned Mo Qing, saved him, and then took him across mountains and to the peaceful Shunan Town ahead. After staying for a few nights, we were driven out by the inn guards who discovered Mo Qing's identity as a demonic cultivator.
I was severely injured at the time and didn't have the strength to fight them, so I took Mo Qing and embarked on another strenuous journey into Chenshi Mountain.
Back then, Chenshi Mountain was just a barren mountain range, with only the main peak boasting a dilapidated temple. The grand staircase in front of the mountain now was expanded and renovated after I established Wuluo Gate. At that time, the mountain paths were only shoulder-wide stone slabs, with patches of accessible and inaccessible roads, overgrown with weeds and moss. Carrying the reticent Mo Qing on my back, step by step, we climbed from the foot of the mountain to the broken temple on the summit.
Finally, we found a place to rest for a while.
Mo Qing and I settled in the broken temple. There was no food in the temple, so Mo Qing went out every day to pick fruits, while I could survive without eating, albeit with a bland taste in my mouth, so sometimes I took the unripe fruits that Mo Qing picked.
I didn't like sweet fruits, so I always chose the unripe fruits he picked – sour and slightly astringent, a taste I enjoyed. Therefore, Mo Qing would pay attention to the unripe fruits by the road and bring two back for me every day to satisfy my cravings.
Upon reflection, at that time, I didn't actually think the odd duo of clowns was ugly. I found his honest endurance and loyalty in protecting me rather cute. Who would have thought...
How unfair must their heart have been to twist it like that and kill the person who had been so good to them? I felt indignant and then helplessly sighed, stopping in my tracks.
Mo Qing stood a couple of steps higher on the staircase, turning to look at me. Behind him was the bright moon, dazzlingly bright. "Master." Feeling a bit aggrieved, I looked at him with eyes full with expectations. "This way has been too long, and I'm exhausted. How about... you carry me for a stretch?"
To have the chief carry me was actually a slight blow to his aloof and imposing demeanor.
But when it comes to love, it's about gradually making more extreme demands than before, slowly encroaching on the other's territory during the course of interaction. It's about gaining control, ruling the land and, ultimately, dominating everything.
I just wanted to see if Mo Qing would tolerate this body he liked to what extent.
"Come." He called me earnestly, without any hesitation, and let me stand on the higher staircase. I clung to his back and he carried me. Step by step, openly and straightforwardly, we continued to climb the stairs.
Seeing him being so unreserved, maybe... in his heart, he did not think this action undermined his dignity. I thought, maybe he was even a little happy because the person he liked was acting coquettish, and so, even when I said I was tired, he would rather satisfy me by carrying me than use his instant movement to return to the Hall of No Evil.
Heh, you sly little man, I didn't expect you to be such a softie.
I hugged his neck, leaning against his back, and lightly placed my hand on his chest, trying to find the right position as his heart was here. If I were to activate my qi and turn my finger into a claw...
I paused, feeling the fabric of Mo Qing's black clothes, then, under the moonlight, I examined the collar of his clothes. It was made of East Sea mermaid gauze, a fabric made from the scales of mermaids. Without the cultivation of the North Mountain Master, it was impossible to tear this thing. If he didn't have the North Mountain Master's power, then the sharp weapon he carried, capable of resisting half the force of the Wanjun sword, could also be cut through.
However, I had nothing, only a weak internal qi that could make my fingers grow sharp nails.
I immediately calmed down and realized that in order to kill Moqing, I not only needed to improve my skills to match his, but I also needed to be able to approach him when he was undressed, preferably with a sharp sword for easy execution.
I lay on his back, leaning my head on his shoulder, using my finger to draw circles on his chest, saying softly, "Master." I deliberately softened my tone, whispering in his ear, "Last time, the North Mountain Master bullied me, using the Blue Steel Cane. I heard that the South Mountain Master has a golden needle in his hand that can kill people invisibly, they are both so powerful, but I don't have any weapons on me..."
"Is there a weapon within the four seas that you like?"
"I like the Wanjun Sword, please give it to me!"
I held back from saying this because, if I did, it would probably completely ruin any deep feelings: "I heard in the immortal gate, there is a sword on the Overseas Immortal Island, it was originally a piece of steel on the mountaintop, weathered by thunder and wind day after day, eventually becoming a heavenly sword..."
Moqing seemed to smile faintly, "The Six Harmonies Sword, that's a good taste." His tone was genuinely indulgent, as if praising me.
His tone made my heart pause inexplicably, after all, in my memory, I rarely heard anyone speak to me like this. I cleared my throat and returned to my enticing tone, continuing to draw circles on Moqing's chest: "So, Master..."
"Busy tomorrow, I'll get it for you the day after."
Immortal Island is quite far away, with various natural formations, guardian divine beasts, and limited use of shadow techniques in those places. So, although I had been thinking about this sword for a while, I was too lazy to go and get it due to being busy before. Moqing's promise, however, made it easier for me to fulfill a wish.
I was happy, and the fact that he had almost killed me was not such a big deal anymore. I cuddled up to him and said affectionately, "Master, are you tired of carrying me? Do you find me troublesome? Do you need a rest?"
Moqing asked me a seemingly irrelevant question: "Is the moon beautiful?"
"Huh?" I looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky, clear of clouds and stars, "Yes, it's beautiful."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, I like it."
My arm was around Moqing, palm against his chest, and I felt his chest tremble slightly, as if he were laughing, "As long as you like it."
In that moment, with no one around, on the spacious, quiet steps, for some reason, my heart skipped a beat, feeling a complicated, almost legendary, heart-pounding emotion.
I thought, it must be that Zhiyan's body couldn't handle someone saying sweet things to her.