11: Chapter 11 Doubts

The morning light was dim, filtering through the exquisite window lattices.

Mottled shadows of light and shadow were cast across the room, and the air still held the faint, elegant lingering scent of incense.

"Wife, you said that last night... you accidentally fell asleep?!" Chen Zilong suddenly repeated.

His eyes were filled with unbelievable astonishment, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Ye Xishui nodded slightly, her eyes clear as water, carrying a hint of the confusion of just waking up and the innocence of facing her husband's questioning.

Her fair cheeks glowed softly in the morning light, and a few strands of black hair fell beside her face, adding a touch of poignancy.

"How is that possible!"

Chen Zilong's voice rose, filled with urgency and bewilderment. "If you were asleep, then last night... who was it that was with me..."

He paused, the words that followed being truly difficult to say, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.

After hearing this, Ye Xishui's willow-leaf-like thin eyebrows immediately furrowed into a beautiful curve, and her pretty face was full of confusion and seriousness:

"Husband, what are you saying? I really fell asleep last night, how could I..."

She seemed to understand what Chen Zilong's unfinished words implied, and two clouds of red flew onto her clear face, both shy and anxious, with an unquestionable determination.

She bit her lower lip as if she had made a decision, and gently rolled up her wide cloud sleeves, revealing a section of jade-like arm as white as frost and snow.

The arm was slender and well-proportioned, her skin so delicate it was almost transparent.

She stretched her left arm in front of Chen Zilong's eyes, and on that frost-like skin of her wrist, there was a bright red chastity mark, as vivid as a cinnabar mole.

Under the illumination of the morning light, that point of red was startlingly brilliant.

"Look,"

Ye Xishui's gaze was clear and firm, her voice carrying an imperceptible tremor, "This chastity mark was personally placed on me by my mother back then, and it has never faded."

"I really fell asleep last night, nothing happened."

Her tone was gentle yet resolute.

These words were like a bolt from the blue, crashing heavily onto Chen Zilong's head!

His whole body shook violently, and the color on his face drained away in an instant, leaving only a terrifyingly ghastly white.

His eyes were wide open, and in the depths of his pupils was extreme shock and chaos.

The person who had been intimate and affectionate with him last night, sharing the clouds and rain...

Was actually not his wife?!

Ye Xishui keenly noticed her husband's sudden loss of soul, and that pale face made her heart tighten.

She worriedly reached out her soft hand and gently shook his stiff arm, her voice filled with urgency and concern:

"Husband? What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?"

In her eyes, clear as autumn water, they were now filled with worry, her long eyelashes trembling uneasily.

Chen Zilong seemed not to hear her call, muttering to himself in a daze, his voice dry and hoarse:

"It wasn't my wife... then who was the person last night? Last night was definitely..."

He repeated this unacceptable fact as if in a sleep-talk, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

"What?!" Ye Xishui's lovely face instantly darkened, her willow eyebrows slanting upwards.

A sharp cold light flashed in her cold eyes, and she guessed with anger, "Could it be that dead girl Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, who snuck into your bed while I was asleep?!"

The more she thought about it, the more possible it seemed, and the fire of anger in her chest was instantly ignited.

"That damned little slut!"

The Spiritual Qi around her body suddenly surged, and an invisible pressure spread out like ripples, causing the soft hanging gauze curtains in the room to flutter loudly.

Her beautiful eyes contained malevolence, and her usually cold and elegant temperament was now replaced by a sharp anger, like a fire burning on an icy mountain, exquisite yet extremely oppressive.

"It shouldn't be Xiaoxiao,"

Chen Zilong was snapped back to his senses by her sudden anger and hurriedly shook his head to explain, trying to soothe her, "That feeling... I can feel it, it wasn't her."

His voice was low, carrying an unspeakable confusion.

Hearing her husband's certain denial, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations around Ye Xishui slowly subsided, and the malevolence in her eyes faded slightly, but a trace of doubt and unwillingness remained.

She pursed her lovely lips tightly and stared at Chen Zilong silently, waiting for his explanation.

The woman from last night...

Chen Zilong struggled to search through his chaotic memories.

That face was blurred and unclear in the darkness.

But that enchanting and graceful figure with exquisite curves, that snow-white and smooth body that felt soft and warm to the touch...

That mature charm and amazing curves were definitely not something the sixteen-year-old Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, who still carried the greenness of a young girl, could compare to.

What made his heart throb even more was that the woman had a faint, extremely unique fragrance about her.

That scent intoxicated him and gave him an inexplicable sense of peace.

But strangely, Chen Zilong felt that this body fragrance was unusually familiar.

It seemed...

It seemed to be exactly the same as the scent on his Revered Master, Liu Mei?!

However, as soon as this thought surfaced, he suppressed it fiercely.

Revered Master Liu Mei had been practicing for over a thousand years, and her cultivation had reached the terrifying Integration Stage!

Among the five main peak Revered Masters of the entire Xuantian Sect, except for Sect Master Li Xuan who was in the Integration Stage, the other peak Revered Masters were all in the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Revered Master's appearance looked as bright and beautiful as a sixteen-year-old girl, but her temperament...

Was even more so than Ye Xishui's, famously pure and cold as frost.

In a thousand years, he had never heard of any man being able to get close to her, let alone...

How could such an unattainable Revered Master, like a Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, have been last night...

Tangled and affectionate with him?

Absolutely impossible!

Chen Zilong shook his head vigorously, trying to completely dispel this absurd and ridiculous thought.

But the woman from last night...

If it wasn't Xiaoxiao, and even more impossible to be Revered Master...

Then who on earth was it?

This question bit at his heart like a poisonous snake.

"Husband,"

Ye Xishui's voice interrupted his chaotic thoughts, her tone carrying a hint of shyness and an unspeakable complex emotion, "Do you... do you like me that much?"

She lowered her head slightly, revealing the beautiful lines of her neck, her fair skin showing a faint pink, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz, "Even in your dreams... the one you dream of is me... and, and like that..."

She had misunderstood.

Misunderstood that Chen Zilong had taken a dream for reality.

Thinking that her husband had actually...

Done such intimate things with her in his dream, her heart trembled slightly, and a sweet sense of shyness welled up, but it was immediately submerged by a deeper sense of guilt.

She had actually done something "worse than a beast" in the future.

For a moment, Ye Xishui's sense of indebtedness to Chen Zilong was like a surging tide.

And this surging indebtedness instantly transformed into hatred for the instigator—Ye Wushuang!

A towering hatred churned in the bottom of her heart, almost breaking through the shackles of reason!

She made a vow in her heart once again, her expression incredibly resolute:

No matter what, she would give her all to protect the best Chen Zilong in the whole world!

She must make Ye Wushuang...

Die!

Anyone who was an enemy of Chen Zilong was her, Ye Xishui's, irreconcilable enemy!

These people—

Must be killed!

Must be cut down!

Must be destroyed!

Uproot them completely!

Show no mercy!

If that day truly came when the whole world stood against Chen Zilong once again...

Then she would not hesitate to raise the sword in her hand and become an enemy of the entire world!

Even if her body perished and her Dao vanished, she would surely die on the path of protecting her husband, Chen Zilong.

And she must fall before he did!

This was now an obsession carved into her marrow.

And at this time, Chen Zilong, immersed in great confusion, did not notice at all what kind of paranoid and fiery protective vows and towering killing intent were churning in the heart of his Dao Companion beside him.

The only thing he wanted to figure out now was that mysterious 'her' from last night...

Who exactly she was.

"Husband,"

Ye Xishui suppressed the churning emotions in her heart and called out softly, her voice returning to its usual coldness.

Only in the depths of her eyes was there a bit more imperceptible tenderness and determination, "Let's go to the Purple Bamboo Peak Main Hall to pay our respects to Revered Master; she has come out of seclusion today."

Chen Zilong took a deep breath, barely suppressing the churning questions and chaos in his heart for the time being, and nodded:

"Okay."

The two looked at each other, and then their figures turned into two streaks of light, lightly leaving their residence and speeding towards the Purple Bamboo Peak Main Hall, where the mist swirled and the emerald bamboos were like a sea.

The morning breeze brushed past their sleeves, leaving behind faint Spiritual Qi fluctuations that merged into the tranquility of this immortal realm...