Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 195: I Want You [Part 2]

The two women didn't belong to the same sect; they only met briefly during the Xian Sect Tournament. As they continued their activities, they both started crying, leaving 'Ye Meijing,' watching from afar, utterly confused.

Initially, she had only intended to distract Feng Ya Xianzi a little, but the situation had developed in ways she couldn't anticipate. Moreover, she suspected that Feng Ya Xianzi would ask questions.

Sure enough, Feng Ya Xianzi inquired, "Why are they crying?"

"For love," 'Ye Meijing' responded, trying to maintain her facade. Under no circumstances could she allow Feng Ya Xianzi to look down on her.

"What is love?"

"Ask your heart," 'Ye Meijing' continued, but realizing she'd inadvertently used her own name, she added, "Ask yourself what you want, what you are pursuing."

"And what do you want?"

"I want you," 'Ye Meijing' replied, unable to utter the word "dead" that was supposed to follow. Perhaps her mindset had changed, making her reluctant to say it, or maybe she feared overstepping with Feng Ya Xianzi, who was the protagonist.

To 'Ye Meijing's' bold response, Feng Ya Xianzi simply stated, "Golden Core stage."

Her tone was as calm as ever. 'Ye Meijing' recalled Feng Ya Xianzi's stance on dual cultivation and pulled her closer, "But I want it now."

She moved even closer, her lips nearly touching Feng Ya Xianzi's face. Yet, Feng Ya Xianzi remained motionless, merely blinking instinctively.

"Not possible, Golden Core stage," Feng Ya Xianzi reiterated. Although she had the strength to break free, she seemed too indifferent to bother.

Despite Feng Ya Xianzi's aloofness, 'Ye Meijing' continued pressing. She gently kissed Feng Ya Xianzi's lips, but Feng Ya Xianzi didn't react, as if she were lifeless.

"You're no fun," 'Ye Meijing' released her grip, feeling a strong sense of defeat. At least with others, there was interaction and emotional feedback during a kiss, but Feng Ya Xianzi offered nothing.

The notion of spending a lifetime with Feng Ya Xianzi and enjoying her quietness seemed appealing in jest to Ling Jue. If such a day ever came, 'Ye Meijing' feared she might go insane from Feng Ya Xianzi's cold demeanor.

Shivering at the thought, 'Ye Meijing' watched as Feng Ya Xianzi sat up, dusting off the dirt. It was as if 'Ye Meijing' was mere dust, unworthy of her gaze.

Such was Feng Ya Xianzi, instilling in 'Ye Meijing' both a renewed sense of defeat and an inexplicable fighting spirit.

"Let's go back to sleep. This time, I won't share a bed with you," Feng Ya Xianzi stated as she observed 'Ye Meijing's' continued sulkiness.

'Ye Meijing' was surprised, suspecting Feng Ya Xianzi had sensed her intentions. But on reflection, she realized the old granny had likely advised Feng Ya Xianzi of her low emotional intelligence, prompting her to promise not to disturb 'Ye Meijing' by sleeping next to her.

With Feng Ya Xianzi's assurance, 'Ye Meijing' stood up, and they headed back to the dormitory, one behind the other.

Walking behind Feng Ya Xianzi, 'Ye Meijing' focused on her slender back, attempting to discern her fortune once more.

This time, Feng Ya Xianzi's fortune revealed itself.

Unlike others, whose fortunes manifested as gaseous forms, Feng Ya Xianzi's fortune took the shape of a golden phoenix. The phoenix enveloped her like a beautiful garment, its tail extending into eight differently colored tails.

The Nine Tribulations Curse, as its name implied, involved nine tribulations. Seeing the eight tails, 'Ye Meijing' realized that the emergence of the final tail would mark Feng Ya Xianzi's ascension.

The more 'Ye Meijing' observed, the more she marveled. Others' fortunes could take shape, while hers amounted to nothing but peach blossoms.

Perhaps noting 'Ye Meijing's' slowing pace, Feng Ya Xianzi matched her speed, walking alongside her. They remained silent, each immersed in their thoughts until they reached the dormitory.

'Ye Meijing' headed straight to bed. To maintain appearances, she had developed the good habit of sleeping well. Imagining Feng Ya Xianzi meditating until dawn, 'Ye Meijing' thoughtfully reminded her, "Remember not to touch Baili Mu's bed. She says she's a neat freak."

This was the last thing 'Ye Meijing' said before closing her eyes. Feng Ya Xianzi nodded, glancing at 'Ye Meijing's' bed to see her curled up in a corner, leaving ample space for another person.

Seeing this, Feng Ya Xianzi sat beside 'Ye Meijing' again, not lying down, but instead drawing her Cold Soul Sword from her Qiankun bag and establishing a protective array around the room.

The shadow lurking outside paused at the sudden emergence of the array, then pulled out a thin book titled "Xian Sect Tournament," flipping through it slowly.

The book contained portraits and names. The figure in black turned the pages patiently until reaching the one with Ye Wenxin's name and portrait, marking it before quickly departing.

Unbeknownst to them, this decision saved their life...

The next morning, 'Ye Meijing' took the now Ye Wenxin-transformed Feng Ya Xianzi to the dining hall, where they heard about last night's murder.

"Funny thing is, most of the dead were potential rivals of Ye Wenxin. Could she secretly be a spy from the Demon Sect?"

"That's ridiculous. If I were the Demon Lord and saw Ye Wenxin's skills, I'd never send her as an undercover agent. What if she got enamored with Feng Ya Xianzi?"

"Hahaha, true..."

People speculated about Ye Wenxin and the previous night's murders. 'Ye Meijing' found it unsettling. Leaving aside the dead rivals, why did people keep bringing up her legendary persona even after she'd been gone for over a year?

Moreover, they joked about the Demon Lord's disciple running away, making 'Ye Meijing' grit her teeth as she ate.

"Look, isn't that Huang Hanyan?"

"I heard her cultivation level has risen again recently."

"So what? Feng Ya Xianzi still didn't take her as a disciple."

Amidst the meal, 'Ye Meijing' heard Huang Hanyan's name. Curious, she looked up to see Huang Hanyan approaching gracefully. Those speaking didn't care about her presence, laughing even louder.