The rain was pouring from the sky, and it was clear that without using Spiritual Power, a small umbrella was powerless against the torrential downpour from above.
As the rain soaked Xu Changâanâs clothes, it should have gradually turned into the Smoke Rain he liked, or even... stopped.
But Xu Changâan didnât want to be seen by others at the moment, so the rain he used to cover his expression continued pouring like a heavenly river, soaking his long boots.
At this moment, realizing his Spiritual Power could influence the rain, Xu Changâanâs heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He just wanted to be an ordinary cultivator and live well with Miss Yun, yet it seemed so difficult.
If this were the world of his past life, Miss Yun would surely enjoy that peaceful pace.
Working hard as a couple, they could gradually change their life through their own efforts.
A mundane life of mutual support, thatâs what he dreamed of.
Instead of cultivating for the sake of fighting and killing.
He sighed softly.
Could it really be as she said, if they returned together to that small island where a half-day boat ride would reach, the island they lived on for years...
Could they return to their past peaceful life as well?
Xu Changâan was momentarily confused, but immediately cast aside these cowardly thoughts.
Since he had set out, he had no plans of going back.
"System... Heavenly Dao..." A sharp gleam flashed in Xu Changâanâs eyes.
The name alone had so many worthy of mention points.
Xu Changâan glanced toward Li Zhibaiâs room, and a warmth in his heart dispelled much of his unease.
"I must repay him sincerely."
He truly had learned so much that could be applied from Li Zhibai.
For instance, Knowing White and Guarding Black, simply put, it was roughlyâ
Pretend to be ignorant.
He had some guesses about the system, but could choose not to have any.
A few days ago, he wouldnât have been as confident as he was today to refuse to use the unclaimed rewards from the system... because back then he had no one to rely on, and desperately needed the systemâs help to protect Miss Yun, even if it meant accepting manipulation.
But today was different, he had been recognized by Li Zhibai, confirmed the teacherâs attitude towards him, and he was considered one of his own.
Simply put, there was no urgent trouble to solve at the moment, to be blunt, the teacher now was sufficient to meet most of his needs.
The teacher was his system.
He could ask for anything and receive it; if he wanted a longsword, the teacher would think of a way to get it for him, if he encountered trouble, the teacher would find a way to help resolve it.
Could the system on him achieve such warmth?
Xu Changâan thought that when he grew strong enough, he must sincerely repay the teacherâs kindness.
So the system...
For now, go take a break and cool off somewhere else.
System: [...]
Even the high heavens, once suppressed by Miss Yun, never imagined theyâd one day be replaced by a "pawn" laid down.
A pawn, isnât it black and white distinct?
That would be Li Zhibai.
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When Xu Changâan returned to his courtyard with an umbrella, the first thing he saw was darkness, and he quickened his pace in surprise, only to find Yun Qian, sitting on the doorstep with her head resting against the doorframe, looking a bit disheveled.
?
What happened?
Xu Changâan could clearly see that Yun Qianâs beloved and guarded rouge had been ruined; the house was pitch black, but a fluorescent light continuously leaked from Yun Qianâs pocket, making her garments transparent, allowing Xu Changâan to see the color of her inner clothing from afar.
Miss Yun.
Youâre exposed...
Xu Changâan walked over, gently helped Yun Qian up, brushed the dust off her skirt, and said with heartache as he saw Miss Yun obviously weakened: "Miss? Why are you sitting here."
"Waiting for you to come back." Yun Qian said calmly, opening her arms towards him.
Naturally, Xu Changâan carried her inside, placed her on the couch, and said helplessly, "Didnât I leave the Fire Stone for you? Itâs meant to light up, not for you to carry in your pocket."
Saying this, he took out the honey-sized Fire Stone from Yun Qianâs radiant pocket and was stunned.
The Fire Stone was damp, filled with Miss Yunâs scent, and... there was a touch of rouge on it.
Xu Changâanâs gaze immediately turned strange.
"Miss, did you put it in your mouth..."
"Donât say it out loud." Yun Qian bit her lip, thinking she wouldnât feel embarrassed, but at this moment, like any ordinary wife, she was slightly ashamed and angry.
Xu Changâan watched Yun Qianâs bashful demeanor, only to feel as if his chest was hammered hard; the darkness given by the system was pierced by bright light, the sky suddenly broke open.
Despite knowing that Miss Yunâs bashfulness was "acted," Xu Changâan still couldnât resist being moved.
Yun Qian was naturally alluring, and now with the rouge ruined, she exuded a desire that could ignite the darker side of people, a desire to destroy perfection.
Especially Xu Changâan, he had dreamed of Yun Qian playing with mud, and since then he thought he harbored such thoughts of ruining the ladyâs perfection and tarnishing the beautiful.
But he excelled in restraint.
"I told you to eat some candied fruit earlier." Xu Changâan placed a new Fire Stone on the lamp to illuminate, then sat down beside Yun Qian with a gentle smile, took out a persimmon cake and offered it to her. Watching her nibbling on it, he reached out to brush away the stray strands of her hair by her ear, and chuckled lightly: "Now you realize youâre hungry?"