Chapter 8: You’re Important to Me Too
After her mother’s death, Yi Xian’er had been alone, relying on poison to protect herself.
Until Yan Zhen barged into her life.
The mischievous boy had not only stolen her hard-earned treasures but also touched her innocent body. Her hatred for him had reached five stars. For a while, she had even dreamed of killing him.
However, when she saw him again, she had been surrounded by the Wild Gang.
In her moment of desperation, he had drawn the enemies away, allowing her to escape.
One grudge, one act of kindness, cancelling each other out. They were even.
But he had persisted, clinging to her, even interfering in her battles with Mystic Beasts, helping her repeatedly, impossible to shake off.
She had never met anyone like him before, unafraid of her poison, unafraid of her Yin Body. She had initially assumed he was a lecherous pervert, only to find out he wanted her to guide him through the miasma-infested regions, searching for clues to the Extreme Flame.
When he had sincerely said, “Only your Yin Body can help me,” she couldn’t deny feeling a surge of joy.
Her cursed Yin Body, for the first time, had been acknowledged.
Thus, they had become partners, exploring the Demon Dragon Mountain Range for over half a month, facing countless dangers, saving each other repeatedly, supporting each other through thick and thin.
She was at the age of first love.
Unknowingly, her heart, closed off for so many years, had opened, his image imprinted upon it.
She had begun to believe that perhaps she too could be like other girls, having a beloved by her side, sharing her joys and facing her challenges together.
Then her Yin Body had erupted, and she had lost control, nearly killing him.
In that moment, she had realized once again that she was a monster, unworthy of happiness.
So she had left him, following her mother’s dying wish, traveling to the Closed Moon Kingdom, entering the Yin Spirit Valley, becoming a monster, as fate had decreed.
Unexpectedly, a few years later, she had reunited with her first love.
By then, she had become the cold and ruthless “Queen of a Thousand Yins,” her hands stained with blood. But he had treated her as he always had, even though he had cultivated the Yang Body, incompatible with her Yin Body, even enduring the pain to embrace her, once again acknowledging and accepting her existence.
Her closed-off heart had reopened, and she had fallen hopelessly in love with him.
The sunny boy had become her everything, the reason for her existence…
Even though they couldn’t be together, her love for him had never wavered, only growing stronger.
After being reborn, she no longer wanted to hide her love. So she had pursued him relentlessly.
Abandoning her pride, she had shamelessly showered him with affection.
Whether or not he reciprocated.
That was her heart’s desire.
…
He drifted through a hazy dream, witnessing their entire story, from their first meeting to their deepening bond. The final scene was her smiling face, offering her blessings at his wedding.
He could clearly see the pain and sadness hidden beneath her beautiful facade.
She had confessed her love to him! She loved him!
“Xian’er!”
He jolted awake, sitting up, gasping for breath.
He looked around. He was still in the tent. He sighed, his body exhausted.
He felt a wave of dizziness, rubbing his forehead. He suddenly realized he couldn’t sense her presence.
Normally, even if she was awake, she would stay in bed with him, or she would be preparing breakfast.
He quickly opened the tent flap, not finding her outside. The wind, stirred by his movements, dislodged a small note from her pillow.
I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry. Rest well. I have a surprise for you. – Love, Xian’er
“Be back soon”? Could it be…
His expression changed. He scrambled out of the tent, checking the miniature dragon’s location, comparing it to the map, searching for the Tier 4 Mystic Beast’s lair!
It was already noon. She must have arrived long ago. He prayed she was safe!
He had never felt this panicked before. He didn’t understand why, but the thought of her being in danger filled him with anxiety.
…
He hadn’t gone far when he spotted a familiar figure in the distance. He ran towards her, nearly colliding with her before stopping, gasping for breath, his eyes scanning her.
Her clothes were torn in several places, her body covered in minor wounds, her face dirty. She looked exhausted.
She was holding a beast’s head, the head of the Tier 4 Mystic Beast controlled by the Evil Spirit Dragon Breath Fire.
“You’re awake, Yan Zhen? How are you feeling?” She asked with concern. “I already obtained the final demonic fire imprint. You can rest a bit longer.”
He didn’t answer, his gaze fixed on her, filled with distress.
She averted her gaze, feeling guilty.
“Are you angry? I-I’m fine. These are just minor injuries. Some ointment will fix them.”
“…”
“Come on, I’m sorry! I won’t do it again~”
He gently pulled her into his arms.
“You’re important to me too.”
Was… was that a response to her confession last night? She gasped, the beast’s head slipping from her grasp, her arms hesitantly wrapping around him, her chin resting on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment.
“Mmm, I know.”
…
He extracted the demonic fire imprint from the beast’s head, absorbing it into the Fire Refining Starry Sky, completing his collection. They returned to the tent.
She removed her clothes, sitting on the mat, her arms cupping her breasts, her cheeks flushed.
He retrieved his ointments, meticulously applying them to her wounds.
After finishing her back, he moved to her front, gently pushing her arms aside, continuing to apply the medicine.
Her face burned with embarrassment, her gaze downcast.
After he finished, her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, met his, filled with a longing to be cherished.
He kissed her forehead, then helped her lie down, pulling the blanket over her, concealing her alluring body.
“Rest for a while. We’ll talk about other things later.”
She clutched the blanket, nodding obediently.
…
He hadn’t fully recovered, so he meditated beside her until dusk.
Seeing her still asleep, he quietly left the tent, preparing dinner.
As the soup simmered, she emerged, fully dressed, sitting beside him.
“It smells delicious~”
“I added fresh meat… I used the Gold and Silver Fire to remove the Demon Dragon’s aura from it.”
“You can do that? That’s amazing~”
He smiled, filling two bowls, and they ate together.
…
After dinner, she pursed her lips, her voice soft.
“Let’s… take a bath.”
He was startled, sensing the implication in her words, but he nodded.
She smiled shyly, taking his arm, and they walked towards the nearby river.
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