Chapter 62: The Impending Nine Heavens (1)

The faint morning light silently filtered through the cracks of the cave, bringing a cool yet gentle brightness inside.

Chen Chuan had woken up long ago; his biological clock made him open his eyes the moment the first ray of light appeared.

But he did not move, even deliberately keeping his breathing steady.

Simply because Ji Siyu was still sleeping soundly in his arms.

After a night of peaceful sleep, the distressing pallor and weakness from yesterday had faded from her face, replaced by tranquility and rosy health.

Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, casting faint shadows beneath her eyelids.

The corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, outlining a faint yet undeniably real curve of happiness, as if she were immersed in a wonderfully sweet dream.

Chen Chuan lowered his head to gaze at the incomparably beautiful face so close to him. His state of mind was vastly different from his inner struggle last night; he was much more composed.

So what if the woman in his arms was the Reincarnation of a God Emperor?

Thinking about that illusory future and the potential changes was useless and only brought trouble.

At least in this moment, she was his wife, the woman nestled in his embrace who needed his protection.

He only wished to enjoy the current tranquility and warmth.

As for what the future held?

No one could predict it, so he might as well stop worrying.

As a Transmigrator from the 21st century.

A trace of emotion that even he hadn’t noticed appeared in Chen Chuan’s gaze.

Ji Siyu’s beauty surpassed all the imagination he had held regarding feminine beauty in his previous life.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her skin was fairer than snow, and her features were picturesque. She was so exquisite that it seemed all the ethereal Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth had gathered in her body, untouched by a speck of dust.

In his original world, this level of peerless beauty probably only existed in carefully drawn anime or fantasies, so ethereal and distant.

Yet, Ji Siyu truly existed in his arms, like a heroine who had stepped out of those Xuanhuan epics, peerlessly charming and possessing a Soul-stirring allure.

Just then, those thick, curled eyelashes fluttered gently a few times, like butterfly wings spreading, and slowly opened.

A pair of beautiful eyes, clear as autumn water but currently hazy with the fog of waking, unexpectedly met Chen Chuan’s steady gaze.

Their eyes met.

The air seemed to freeze in that moment.

There were no words, no dodging; the two of them simply gazed at each other in silence.

Inside the cave, there was only the sound of their shallow breathing and the faint chirping of birds from outside in the post-rain morning.

In Ji Siyu’s eyes, the unconscious coldness and distance of the past were gone.

What filled them now was a tenderness that threatened to overflow, and undisguised threads of affection.

She looked at him in this manner, as if trying to engrave his appearance deep into her Soul.

Being gazed at so attentively and affectionately, ripples couldn’t help but stir in Chen Chuan’s heart.

Looking at the delicate, alluring face right in front of him.

Seeing those lips, naturally rosy from just waking up and tempting like ripe cherries, an impulse surged into his heart without warning.

Chen Chuan almost followed instinct, lowering his head and, with lightning speed, gently pressing a kiss onto those soft lips.

The sensation was soft and warm, carrying a hint of sweet Qi, and it was over as soon as it began.

With a buzz, Ji Siyu felt her mind go completely blank.

It was as if brilliant fireworks had exploded in her mind.

This was the first time Chen Chuan had actively kissed her.

An indescribable heat instantly spread from her cheeks, rapidly sweeping through her entire body.

Her beautiful eyes widened slightly in astonishment.

Her originally fair, jade-like cheeks turned red like ripe apples, alluring and incredibly moving.

She could even feel her earlobes burning and her heart rate accelerating.

She quickly lowered her head, afraid to look at Chen Chuan again.

That shy, maidenly posture was completely unlike her usual cold and sacred appearance, yet it possessed a different kind of breathtaking beauty.

Watching the purely shy reaction of Ji Siyu in his arms, the slight awkwardness Chen Chuan felt from his sudden move dissipated, replaced by amusement.

He cleared his throat, suppressing the strange feeling, and spoke:

"It’s light out. We should set off and return to Primordial Holy Land."

Saying this, he gently shifted his body, preparing to get up.

Hearing that Chen Chuan was about to get up, Ji Siyu immediately snapped out of her shyness somewhat.

She subconsciously tightened her grip on his arm, raised her still flushed cheeks, furrowed her delicate brows, and put on a weak, helpless, and pitiful appearance.

Ji Siyu’s voice also took on a soft, cooing tone of coquetry:

"But, but I still feel so weak and have no strength."

"Can you carry me on your back, please?"

Her glistening eyes looked at him pleadingly, filled with expectation, as if tears would fall the next second if he refused.

Chen Chuan paused his movement and looked down at her critically.

Although her face still carried a slight flush from "activity," her breathing was steady and her eyes were bright. Where was the slightest hint of the weakness she had shown during her fever last night?

He instantly saw through the woman’s little scheme to keep sticking to him.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, saying irritably, "Stop with the act."

After speaking, he didn’t give her a chance to continue acting. He cleanly stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled robe, and walked toward the cave entrance.

Seeing her coquetry fail, and Chen Chuan still acting like an unromantic block of wood.

Ji Siyu stamped her foot in annoyance and pouted her red lips at his tall, straight back.

She then quickly walked a few steps to catch up and stepped outside the cave.

In the mountain forest after the rain, the air was exceptionally fresh, and the sunlight filtered through the water-beaded leaves, scattering dappled spots of light.

Ji Siyu didn’t hesitate, reaching out and wrapping her arms around Chen Chuan’s arm.

She leaned her entire weight onto him, gently resting her cheek on his shoulder, her posture intimate and dependent.

The soft feeling and weight transferred through his arm caused Chen Chuan’s body to pause slightly.

He turned his head to glance at Ji Siyu, who was clinging tightly to him.

She was tilting her face up slightly, and under the sunlight, her delicate and moving face held a satisfied and mischievous smile.

In the end, Chen Chuan said nothing. He neither pushed her away nor responded, simply acquiescing to her closeness.

And so, the two of them—one slightly helpless yet indulgent, the other contented and clinging—walked side by side, leaning on each other.

Treading the fresh mountain path washed by the rain, the two left the Demon Beast Mountain Range, which had witnessed the turning point in their relationship.

They gradually walked further and further toward the periphery of the Demon Beast Mountain Range.