69: Chapter 69 I'm about to start showing off!

Ye Wushuang's heart itched from her coquettish voice and demeanor, feeling as if his bones were about to melt!

Although hearing her mention the embarrassing incident of being "injured" by Chen Zilong sparked a flicker of suspicion and displeasure in his heart.

But this bit of unhappiness was instantly washed away by the immense joy of "the beauty cares about me."

He immediately straightened his posture, waved his hand, and following Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's words, forced a relaxed laugh:

"Hey! Senior Sister worries too much! I've been fine for ages! That little injury was nothing, just a drizzle!"

He changed the subject, his tone turning indignant, trying to smear his opponent in front of the beauty, "Rather than getting injured, it was more like that despicable, shameless, and vile little thief Chen Zilong launching a sneak attack!"

"Otherwise, how could I, Ye Wushuang, possibly... ahem, Senior Sister, you really should stay away from your Second Senior Brother."

"That guy is clearly no good! He's incredibly treacherous!"

Hearing Ye Wushuang slander her most beloved Senior Brother like this, Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's hand hidden in her sleeve clenched tightly.

Her fingernails nearly dug into her palm, a cold killing intent almost bursting forth from her body.

But she forcibly suppressed it, the gentle, worried expression on her face remaining completely unchanged.

She even cooperated with Ye Wushuang's words, nodding lightly and softly uttering an "Mm-hmm," as if she had truly taken his "advice" to heart.

"By the way, Senior Sister,"

Seeing the "harmonious" atmosphere, Ye Wushuang grew bolder, taking a step closer and asking with a grin, "What urgent matter brings you to look for your Junior Brother so late at night?"

"Is it... because you missed me?"

He blinked, his tone carrying a hint of flirtatious probing.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao sneered inwardly, but a perfect blush appropriately rose to her cheeks.

Her eyes darted away for a moment, then shyly lifted to glance at Ye Wushuang fleetingly.

That hesitant, bashful, and coy look executed the essence of a green tea b*tch to perfection.

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, with just the right amount of tremor:

"I... I wanted to invite you... just the two of us... to... to take a stroll in the back mountain... i-is that... okay?"

After speaking, she quickly lowered her head again.

Her fingers nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, vividly portraying the image of a young girl who had just discovered love, mustering the courage to invite her crush.

After hearing this, Ye Wushuang felt a surge of blood rush to his head, his heart blooming with joy!

What Chen Zilong! What cultivation!

All were tossed to the far ends of the earth.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he blurted out:

"Okay! Absolutely okay! No problem at all!"

He even got carried away, subconsciously reaching out to grab Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's soft, boneless little hand.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted imperceptibly. Almost the instant Ye Wushuang's fingertips touched her skin, she yanked her hand back as if shocked by electricity!

The movement was so fast it left only an afterimage.

Ye Wushuang grabbed empty air, his hand awkwardly frozen mid-air, a flicker of bewilderment and...

a barely noticeable sense of defeat crossing his face.

He sheepishly withdrew his hand, scratched his nose, consoling himself inwardly:

Girls, you know, they're shy!

They're reserved!

Understandable, understandable!

This just proves she's even purer!

The skin on the hand that had been touched, hidden in Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's sleeve, rapidly broke out in a glaring rash of red bumps, bringing waves of numbness, itchiness, and pain.

She endured the urge to immediately cleanse it a hundred times with spiritual power, yet her face still maintained that gentle, shy expression.

Only the hand hidden in her sleeve, its knuckles clenched until they creaked, betrayed the surging fury and extreme disgust churning within her.

In her heart, only her Senior Brother Chen Zilong was worthy of touching her!

Anyone else?

A single touch was blasphemy!

Deserved death!

"Then... let's go." Tu Shan Xiaoxiao struggled to keep her voice sounding gentle, afraid she might lose control if they stayed a second longer.

With a graceful wave of her fair hand, she summoned a small, exquisite white jade flying boat and nimbly leaped onto it.

Seeing this, Ye Wushuang's competitive spirit was instantly ignited.

"Step back, it's time for me to show off!" he recited the motto in his heart.

With a grand, sweeping gesture, light flashed.

A giant sword, as wide as a door panel, with an exaggerated design and covered in blazing crimson flame patterns, materialized and hovered before him.

This was the top-grade flying artifact "Skyburner" he had acquired under the guidance of the Dragon Soul.

Its speed was top-notch, and its imposing aura was absolutely maxed out!

Compared to Senior Sister's delicate little boat, it was simply overflowing with domineering presence!

He lightly jumped onto the giant sword, deliberately controlling his speed to follow not too close, not too far behind Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's jade boat.

The night wind whistled past, tousling the hair on his forehead.

He took the opportunity to flick it again, striving to strike the coolest sword-riding pose, imagining how he must look in Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's eyes right now.

He must be a peerless, dashing, and unrestrained genius!

He completely failed to notice that on the jade boat ahead, Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, with her back to him, had eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice, killing intent swirling around her like a tangible force.

Every time Ye Wushuang drew closer, thinking he looked handsome, it churned her stomach.

The two flew for a long time.

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao piloted the jade boat in silence, heading towards a remote area of the back mountain, dense with ancient trees.

Far from the main lava veins, this place felt deep and quiet. Only moonlight filtered through the thick foliage, casting mottled, shifting patterns of light and shadow on the ground.

The air was filled with the damp scent of soil and the faint odor of decaying plants. The occasional hoot of an owl added to the eeriness.

Seeing they had arrived, Ye Wushuang couldn't wait to showcase his heroic bearing.

He executed a flashy dive with the giant sword, performing a dashing hawk flip just a few feet above the ground, landing steadily.

The moment he landed, he didn't forget to forcefully flick those few strands of hair on his forehead that he considered suave once more.

Then he stood ramrod straight, chin slightly raised, a confident and narcissistic smile hanging at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes burned as he looked at the slowly descending Tu Shan Xiaoxiao, as if saying:

See, aren't I handsome?

Tu Shan Xiaoxiao forcefully suppressed the nauseating feeling churning in her stomach.

Once again, she put on that expression of pure, gentle innocence like a startled little white rabbit, her voice tinged with just the right amount of shyness and coyness:

"Junior Brother Ye... could you wait here for me for just a little bit... please? I... I want to go to the spring over there first... to bathe..."

After speaking, she even deliberately covered her pretend-flushed cheeks with both hands.

Her eyes darted around, not daring to look at Ye Wushuang, acting as if she were so shy she might faint.

Upon hearing the word "bathe," all sorts of alluring images instantly and uncontrollably flooded Ye Wushuang's mind.

The smile on his face immediately turned utterly lecherous, his gaze becoming sticky as he nodded repeatedly:

"Okay, okay, okay! Senior Sister, go right ahead! Your Junior Brother will wait right here for you! I'll wait however long it takes!"

The anticipation and impatience in his tone were almost overflowing.

The Dragon Soul inside the storage ring was utterly speechless, its remnant spirit exuding an aura of despair:

"Good heavens! Having lived for tens of thousands of years, I've truly never seen someone so shameless!"

"She might as well carve 'digging a pit for you to jump into' on her forehead!"

"You, a eunuch, what the hell are you expecting here?"

"What are you expecting with? Your willpower? Or your imagination? Is this kid's brain filled with paste???"

The Dragon Soul felt its spiritual worldview had suffered another devastating blow. Its remnant spirit weakly shrank into a corner, almost too exhausted to even Make complaints anymore.

The moonlight was cold and harsh, the tree shadows swaying.

Ye Wushuang stood alone in the dark, empty clearing in the back mountain forest.

That infatuated, sleazy smile still plastered on his face, he rubbed his hands together.

Filled with "anticipation," he waited for Tu Shan Xiaoxiao's "return."

The chirping of insects around them seemed to have ceased, leaving only the rustle of the mountain wind through leaves and his own slightly heavy breathing.

In the silence, it sounded exceptionally clear...