568: Chapter 564 A Junior Will Dance with You

Murong Xue wore a snow-white dance dress that trailed on the ground. Under the reflection of the campfire and moonlight, she glowed with a faint, soft light. Her figure was slender, her long hair loosely tied up with only a single White Jade Hairpin. Her skin was fairer than snow, her features like a painting, and her long eyelashes cast faint shadows over her eyelids. With a gentle smile on her lips, she walked toward Murong Gu step by step.

With every step, her skirt fluttered and her figure swayed, as if a Fairy from the moon had descended to the mortal realm, beautiful beyond words. The laughter and the beat of the drums throughout the venue quietly slowed down at this moment. Everyone's eyes were involuntarily fixed on her, and even their breathing became soft.

Murong Gu was also stunned, his gaze falling on Murong Xue, momentarily losing himself.

He had long known that Murong Xue was beautiful, but he had never seen her like this—shedding the majesty of a Sect Head and gaining a touch of feminine softness and agility. Her white clothes were like snow, her eyes were full of emotion, and under the glow of the fire, she was so beautiful that his heart swayed.

Murong Xue walked gracefully to him, stopped, and extended a pair of fair, slender, and jade-like hands. Her eyes were smiling, and her voice was soft and melodious, like a clear spring in the mountains, slowly flowing into the depths of Murong Gu's heart: "A Gu, you have returned in triumph, saved the Falling Snow Pavilion, and performed a great service. Today's feast is because of you. Accompany me in a dance, alright?"

That voice was gentle, carrying an invitation that was somewhat difficult to refuse and a hint of girlish shyness, making her seem like a completely different person from her usual calm and majestic self.

Murong Gu suddenly snapped back to his senses, his cheeks instantly flushing with an imperceptible crimson that spread from the base of his ears to his neck, and even the tips of his ears became burning hot.

He, who had always been decisive and composed on the battlefield, never showing the slightest panic even when facing Blood Without Silence's Blood Firmament World-Ending Array, actually became flustered at this moment. He hurriedly stood up, waving his hands repeatedly, his tone carrying a hint of panicked respect and even an imperceptible shyness: "Aunt Xue, no, no, absolutely not! You are Young Master Xuan's aunt and my elder. How could this Junior dare to dance with you? This is not in accordance with etiquette; this Junior would never dare."

As he spoke, he took half a step back, his eyes darting away, not daring to look directly into Murong Xue's gaze. The flush on his cheeks grew deeper, and even his palms broke out in fine beads of sweat. That shy and restrained appearance was a world away from the hero who awed the four directions on the battlefield, making the surrounding people unable to help but chuckle secretly.

Seeing his embarrassed, shy, and flustered look, Murong Xue couldn't help but burst into laughter. Then she put on a look of feigned annoyance, slightly knitting her brows and pouting her small mouth, pretending to be in a state of Life Qi, her tone carrying a hint of grievance and coquettishness: "Am I really that old? In your eyes, am I just a cold elder? Can't we even have one dance?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, intentionally pretending to be unhappy. Her long eyelashes trembled gently, looking charming and cute. There wasn't a hint of an elder's majesty; she was clearly just a charming and agile young girl.

Murong Gu became even more panicked, standing in place at a loss, his hands waving randomly as he said urgently: "It's not like that, Aunt Xue. You aren't old, you are very beautiful. It's just... just that you are the Young Master's aunt and my elder. I cannot overstep my bounds or be disrespectful to you." He spoke with increasing urgency, his cheeks so red they looked like they might drip blood, and he even began to speak incoherently, fearing his words would make Murong Xue have Life Qi.

Murong Xue was even more delighted seeing him spinning in circles with anxiety, and the smile in her eyes could no longer be hidden. She lightly pursed her lips and slowed her tone, speaking with a touch of gentleness and an irresistible firmness: "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. From today on, you aren't allowed to call me 'Aunt' anymore. It's too distant and makes me sound too old. You can call me 'Sister,' or just call me Murong Xue directly; either is fine."

She looked at Murong Gu with burning eyes, her gaze full of expectation, her tone carrying a hint of cautious testing—how could she not want to break this barrier between elder and Junior, and how could she not want to be closer to him?

But upon hearing this, Murong Gu reacted as if he had been burned, quickly shaking his head vigorously, his tone firm and beyond dispute: "How can that be! Aunt Xue, this absolutely won't do! You are the Young Master's biological aunt. If the Young Master found out that I didn't call you 'Aunt' but instead called you 'Sister' or by your name, he would surely beat me to death! The Young Master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain; he is the only person I must protect in this life. I absolutely cannot be disrespectful to his relative, and I absolutely cannot let him down."

Hearing this, Murong Xue was both annoyed and amused. She sighed softly, an imperceptible trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes, which she quickly masked. She reached out and lightly poked Murong Gu's forehead, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness and doting: "You, you really are a blockhead, stubborn to the core. You are truly loyal to your Young Master to the extreme, talking about him from morning till night, more than eight hundred times. It's as if he's the only person in your world."

She paused, and seeing Murong Gu's nervous appearance, fearing he would make her have Life Qi, she ultimately couldn't bear to make things difficult for him any longer. She lightly waved her hand, her tone softening: "Forget it, forget it. I won't force you. If you love calling me 'Aunt,' then call me 'Aunt.' As long as you are happy."

Hearing this, Murong Gu felt as if he had been granted a great amnesty and let out a long sigh of relief. His tense nerves instantly relaxed, and even his back was soaked in a thin layer of sweat. He hurriedly bowed in salute, his tone respectful and filled with gratitude: "Thank you, Aunt Xue."

Seeing his relieved appearance, the smile in Murong Xue's eyes deepened. She changed the subject, her eyes curving into crescents, carrying a hint of craftiness and an irresistible gentleness. Her tone was soft and light, yet held a touch of assertiveness: "However—"

Murong Gu's heart instantly leaped into his throat again, and he looked at her nervously, fearing she would make another request that would put him in a difficult position.

Murong Xue couldn't help but laugh at his nervous look and continued: "You still have to dance with me. No refusing, and no making excuses. Just consider it as you accompanying this 'elder' to celebrate this victory. Surely that doesn't count as overstepping, does it?"

As she spoke, she extended her hand again, looking at Murong Gu with burning eyes, her gaze full of expectation, her tone carrying a hint of a coquettish command. The surrounding Disciples also began to jeer, shouting loudly: "Young Hero, accompany the Sect Head in a dance!" "That's right, Young Hero! The Sect Head is so beautiful, don't let her down!"

Murong Gu looked at Murong Xue's smiling but firm eyes and heard the jeers of the Disciples. He knew he wouldn't be able to escape this time. He sighed helplessly, a look of embarrassment on his face, but he still slowly reached out and gently took Murong Xue's hand, whispering: "That... then alright, Aunt Xue. This Junior will accompany you in a dance. It's just that this Junior is not skilled in dancing; if I do not dance well, I hope Aunt Xue will not take offense."

Murong Xue felt the warm touch from her hand, and her fingertips trembled slightly. A hint of imperceptible joy flashed in her eyes. She nodded gently and said with a beaming smile: "No matter, I will teach you. Just follow my steps."}],