Chapter 3: I Want to Sleep in the Bed Too
He happily ate his dinner, noticing that Yun Xiu wasn’t touching her chopsticks, her hand supporting her chin as she stared at him.
“Aren’t you eating, Yun Xiu?”
She smiled faintly.
“You eat. I’m not hungry.”
He picked up a piece of braised pork, placing it in her bowl.
“Mystic Lords can indeed abstain from food, but occasionally enjoying mortal cuisine is also a form of cultivation.”
She was momentarily speechless, then rolled her eyes.
“Such profound words from someone so young.”
She picked up the pork, taking a small bite, her hand shielding her mouth, her demeanor elegant and refined.
“How is it?”
“A bit greasy.”
“It’s an inn, not a restaurant. The food isn’t as refined… That’s also part of the ‘mortal experience.’”
“—Is eating only meat and no vegetables also part of the ‘mortal experience’?”
Ahem. He almost choked, muttering, “It’s called personal preference.”
She picked up some vegetables, placing them in his bowl, a smile curving her lips.
“Being picky isn’t a good habit~”
“…”
He reluctantly ate the vegetables.
He wasn’t actually picky, but after weeks of fish and wild vegetables in the Demon Dragon Mountain Range, he needed a hearty meal of meat and soup to restore his spirit.
…
Under her watchful eye, he practically devoured everything. He leaned back in his chair, patting his full stomach, a look of contentment on his face.
She gathered the bones and utensils, placing them on a tray, then set it outside the door for the waiter to collect.
“I’m… going to take a bath.”
She blurted out, her face flushing, then went behind the screen, gently undoing her sash, removing her clothes one by one.
As she undressed, she wondered if he would peek, her heart pounding.
However, even after she was completely naked, she didn’t feel his gaze, feeling both relieved and disappointed. She sighed softly.
The bathtub was already filled with piping hot water, a layer of Fire Mystic Power maintaining its temperature…
She felt a mixture of joy and sadness. She hadn’t seen him smile in days. He was clearly still angry with her.
…
After a quick bath, she stepped out of the tub, circulating her Mystic Power to dry herself, then was about to change back into her usual clothes when she hesitated.
She hadn’t returned his black robe. She had kept it in her storage ring, initially as a memento.
She retrieved it, after a moment of hesitation.
…
He, of course, wasn’t peeking. He had opened a window, enjoying the cool evening breeze, his mind gradually calming.
“Yan Zhen.”
He turned, his gaze widening, his eyes filled with surprise and admiration.
She wasn’t wearing her usual white dress, but his black robe.
On him, the robe had reached his knees. On her, however, with her taller frame, it barely covered her hips, revealing her long, slender legs.
His gaze traveled upwards, taking in her curves accentuated by the tight fabric, the neckline gaping open, unable to be fastened due to her ample bosom, her breasts partially exposed, her cleavage deep and alluring, her collarbone delicate.
He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, his voice a bit strained.
“Yun Xiu, what are you…”
She mumbled, “It’s… hot… being so close to the desert… I didn’t want to wear so many layers.”
Her voice lacked conviction. After all, as a Wind Mystic Power cultivator, she could easily withstand even boiling water. Why would she be bothered by a little heat?
He scratched his cheek, nodding. He closed the window.
“It is quite warm here, even though it’s winter.”
She tried to appear casual, walking to the table, pouring a cup of tea. She spoke, her voice soft.
“Many, many years ago, the Great Marsh Desert was a vast lake, its surface covered in a dreamy mist. It was called the ‘Cloud Dream Marsh.’ There was a small island in the lake, with a city-state, sometimes called the ‘Cloud Dream Kingdom,’ or simply the ‘Great Marsh Kingdom.’ Then, a crimson Extreme Flame fell from the sky, evaporating all the water overnight, killing all life within the lake. The lake became a desert, leaving behind a single oasis, where the people rebuilt their home, the current Water City.”
He sat down at the table.
He had learned about this history from the people of the Water City in the script. Why was she telling him now?
He asked, “You said… an Extreme Flame?”
“Yes, the culprit behind the Cloud Dream Marsh becoming the Great Marsh Desert was an Extreme Flame. It’s called the Great Crimson Skyfire, ranked thirty-sixth on the Extreme Flame Ranking. It’s the hottest Extreme Flame, capable of tempering the body.”
Uh, in the script, Master Chen Xi was the one who told me about the Great Crimson Skyfire.
The current turmoil in the desert was caused by the Great Crimson Skyfire.
“Didn’t you say your cultivation was tied to Extreme Flames? Perhaps you can find the Great Crimson Skyfire on this trip to the desert.”
He shook his head, his tone dismissive.
“If it were that easy to find, those experts would have taken it long ago. Why would they leave it for a lowly Mystic Scholar like me?”
She didn’t comment.
The Great Crimson Skyfire was actually buried deep beneath the desert. Even a high-level Mystic Refiner’s Spiritual Power couldn’t detect it. Only the Sand Scorpions, Mystic Beasts living beneath the sands, could access it.
Their leader had accidentally encountered the flame and, instead of being incinerated, had benefited from its body-tempering abilities, evolving into the “Crimson Sand Scorpion,” bringing back a spark of the flame, enhancing the entire scorpion population’s strength.
The scorpion army should be attacking the Water City’s fortresses by now.
“I’m not going to waste my time on wishful thinking. My priority is to reach the Water City and obtain the Water Elemental Heart.” He yawned, activating the Snow Wind Pearl within the room, then walked towards the bed. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep. Goodnight.”
He removed his shoes, climbed onto the bed, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep, his movements smooth and practiced.
…
She stared at him, biting her lip, then, summoning her courage, walked towards the bed, her long, fair legs carrying her gracefully. She leaned closer, gently shaking him awake.
“What?”
He opened his eyes, finding her ample bosom inches from his face. His sleepiness vanished instantly.
She quickly straightened up, her voice soft.
“Move over. I want to sleep in the bed too.”
He glanced at her, then, with an indifferent “okay,” moved aside, making space for her. He closed his eyes again, seemingly uninterested in her.
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