Chapter 65 : Grand Fireworks

Chapter 65: Grand Fireworks

Huangmei Courtyard.

The bamboo forest behind the mountain.

The little house had long since been repaired. After the rain, the mud coating upon the walls remained damp, emitting a crisp scent of grass stalks.

The door stood half-open. Fang Chang sat upon the threshold with his back leaning against the doorframe.

One elbow rested upon his knee, his slender wrist hanging loosely in the air as leftover raindrops occasionally dripped down.

“I’ve finally realized it. These orthodox disciples are all useless.”

The bamboo forest was very quiet, broken only by the rustling of bamboo leaves whenever the wind passed through.

A hand stretched out from behind him.

Like mutton-fat jade, the skin was so pale it was nearly transparent — an unnatural kind of whiteness.

Fang Chang did not move.

That hand had already slipped between his fingers.

The five fingers tightened, interlocking firmly with his own.

Locked together.

Clasped tightly.

This hand that had once touched Cui Wenxi’s head

seemed intent on reclaiming his warmth for itself.

A body pressed against him from behind, covering Fang Chang’s back.

The soft figure leaned heavily upon him, cool and chilling.

As she pressed closer, the softness upon his back slowly spread and flattened slightly, only to be reshaped again by the curve of his spine.

“Not only did they fail to notice you brazenly nurturing Yin Corpses, they also failed to notice you openly modifying their mountain-protecting grand formation.”

Zhao Yuntong wore a floral forehead ornament upon her brow, her eyebrows painted dark like distant mountains. Her face was beautiful as morning霞 clouds, overflowing with captivating charm.

Her chin rested upon Fang Chang’s shoulder.

A rich feminine fragrance lingered around her, her cool breath curling beside his ear.

Fang Chang chuckled softly.

“I merely borrowed the east wind.”

“What east wind?”

Fang Chang did not answer, leisurely leaning against the doorframe while enjoying the night breeze.

Within this mountain sect, after all, there were far fewer delicacies than down below the mountain.

He somewhat missed the Ascension Inn owner’s braised pork knuckle.

As expected of a grand sect, whether miscellaneous disciples, outer sect disciples, or inner sect disciples, everyone remained busy with their own affairs. Even if they disliked it, they still maintained appearances by distancing themselves from worldly pleasures.

As expected.

The rogue cultivator life down below the mountain suited him better~

But no matter how unwilling he was,

he still planned to remain around Canglan Mountain for a while longer.

On one hand, he needed time to wait for the cultivation feedback from Soul-Link.

Cheng Hua and Lü Muxue were progressing quite well,

but it still could not be achieved overnight.

On the other hand,

just as Fang Chang had previously said,

the current Version 1.0 was somewhat boring for him. At the very least, he intended to wait until Version 2.0 opened, when certain events he remembered would finally begin.

That raised the question.

How would one know when it became Version 2.0?

No matter, no matter. Every version update always triggered major world events.

What was the 【Innate Demonic Qi】 event in Version 2.0 again?

Oh right — the Heavenly Dao became damaged, tribulation qi and demonic qi leaked through, and demonic seeds descended into the world.

A gentle breeze swept past.

A cool and soft touch wrapped beneath Fang Chang’s chin.

That jade-like delicate hand reached over and pinched his face, forcibly turning his head.

What entered his sight was Zhao Yuntong’s peerlessly beautiful face.

Exquisite and gorgeous, fierce and overbearing.

That faint aura around her resembled the rich fragrance of flesh ripened to the point of dripping juice.

The Yin Corpse’s eyes glowed scarlet, carrying the eerie aura of the dead.

Their noses nearly touched as she stared fixedly at Fang Chang like this.

“What?”

“You have to look at me.”

“?”

“If you speak to me, then you must keep looking at me the whole time.”

“How overbearing, Tongzi.”

Zhao Yuntong sneered and sat down beside him.

Her buttocks pressed against the stone steps, soft flesh spilling slightly outward.

The tighter the red cloth bound her waist, the slimmer it appeared, making the flesh of her hips seem even fuller and heavier, spread there like a ripe peach.

“You’re planning to make a move on that Cui girl? Do you enjoy seducing women that much?”

“Don’t phrase it so unpleasantly. I’m merely performing Two Good Deeds a Day.”

What do you mean I flirt ambiguously with many people?

《Back-Alley Fallen Immortal》 is just like this.

“Hmph. I don’t know what you’re planning, but don’t forget the agreement between us.”

“Agreement? Strange. I didn’t know there was some agreement between us. You’re merely my Yin Corpse.”

Upon hearing this,

not only did Zhao Yuntong not become angry, a captivating blush even drifted across her cheeks.

The other delicate hand interlocked with his fingers tightened further, her icy palm seemingly trying to melt into Fang Chang’s own hand.

Her red lips appeared especially alluring as she curled her mouth upward.

“And yet I am the Yin Corpse who took your primal yang.”

Fang Chang sighed.

He should never have said it in the first place.

This woman treated it like some glorious achievement and brought it up at every opportunity.

Zhao Yuntong fell silent afterward, her gaze lowering toward Fang Chang’s lips.

Then upward again, meeting his eyes.

Then downward once more, staring at his lips.

Then upward again, locking eyes.

Back and forth several times, her eyelashes trembling.

As though she were hinting at something.

Fang Chang wore an innocent expression, completely unmoved.

Zhao Yuntong coldly said:

“Are you even a man?”

“I’m merely a silver spearhead with a wax shaft.”

“Hmph! If... if I hadn’t been unable to adapt to that Great Sun True Fire at first, do you think I would have... felt anything? Don’t forget who ended up winning in the end!”

“Yes yes yes. I’m merely a pitiful victim. Whatever you say is correct.”

“Fang Chang!”

Zhao Yuntong was angered by his shameless act of profiting while pretending innocence. She leaned closer ominously.

“Don’t tell me you truly want to find that Cui girl and taste what she’s like.”

Fang Chang curled his lips in mockery.

“You understand me, Tongzi. I’m not an easily satisfied man. After becoming accustomed to a Guanyin Path cultivator who loves eavesdropping and an Obsession Path cultivator with unstable emotions, a petite orthodox girl like Cui Wenxi has her own unique flavor as well.”

Zhao Yuntong’s brows furrowed slightly.

Her gaze darkened as she looked toward a coffin within the pitch-black room behind them.

A muffled explanation came from inside the coffin, sounding somewhat flustered.

“This poor nun merely happened to awaken and stretch her body...”

“Get lost.”

“Ugh...”

Zhao Yuntong ignored her. The scarlet eyes she turned toward Fang Chang trembled uncontrollably.

Her entire body softly crashed into Fang Chang’s embrace as she domineeringly clasped the back of his head.

Their breaths intertwined.

Zhao Yuntong’s breathing was chaotic as she slowly invaded deeper.

The air became thin. Numbing sensations climbed upward along the spine as her body gradually softened and melted into Fang Chang’s embrace.

Suddenly, Fang Chang pushed her away.

Zhao Yuntong’s lips glistened with moisture. Her breathing remained uneven, a faint blush spread across her face, and she could still feel the lingering warmth upon her lips.

She became annoyed.

Yet unlike ordinary girls, she showed no bashfulness and directly demanded:

“What are you doing!”

“Not tonight. At least, not right now.”

“Why?”

“I’m waiting for some grand fireworks.”

“Fireworks?”

Zhao Yuntong froze briefly, unable to understand.

Fang Chang lifted his head toward the sky, the smile upon his lips refusing to fade.

At that moment,

the night sky was suddenly torn apart by blazing firelight.

An enormous fire dragon covered in magma-like patterns plunged down from the clouds, its dragon whiskers trailing scorching streams of flame.

The fire dragon exploded violently in midair, crashing against a transparent ripple as though it had struck something unseen.

Sticky flames spread wildly from the point of impact, outlining the shape of a giant dome like an inverted glazed bowl.

“Crack——”

Fractures bloomed outward, rapidly and densely crawling across the entire dome.

Zhao Yuntong slightly parted her red lips as the firelight illuminated the shock upon her face.