Chapter 491 - 490: The Sword Fairy Thinks He Looks Really Good

Chapter 491: Chapter 490: The Sword Fairy Thinks He Looks Really Good

Chapter 490: The Sword Fairy Thinks He Looks Really Good

At this moment, Luo Wusheng was holding his nose with one hand while looking at the girl not far away who was squatting on the ground with her back to him and her face covered. His expression was a mix of laughter and helplessness.

Just a moment ago, he had still been distracted, wondering whether that white-haired loli had run into some kind of trouble—so distracted that before he could even react, the half-asleep Sword Fairy had planted her soft, fragrant lips firmly on his.

Before he even had time to savor it, the now-fully-awake girl followed up by slamming her head into his face.

Well.

All his earlier worries had been knocked straight into the clouds.

’Mm... judging from the faint feedback of the Dao of Causality, the white-haired loli’s condition seems fine for now. If anything, I’m more worried whether something might happen when she’s with the little pink fox... Hah, surely I won’t have to go dig her out of some graveyard after I revive, right?’

Deep down, Luo Wusheng was genuinely grateful to Yue Xuanji. No matter how much that ancient old hag loved stirring up trouble, or whatever her true motives were, the help she had given him so far was very real.

Being able to win this turning-point battle—his first real rebellion against the original storyline’s fate—owed at least half the credit to that girl’s scheming and operations.

The other half mostly came from the accumulation of karmic ties over the past month.

Standing with the protagonist’s group really was the wise choice... though, judging from the current situation, things had already diverged quite a bit from his original plans.

Then again, maybe not?

Thinking of the few small goals he had once written down and crossed out when he first awakened his memories, Luo Wusheng rubbed his chin and revealed a faintly amused smile.

But right now...

The Demon Sect Holy Saint put on a helpless expression and walked over to his own Little Yuli, who was pretending to be an ostrich. He could vaguely hear muttering like, "Wuwuwu, I should just go find a pig and crash into it..."

After some thought, he simply squatted down in front of her.

He didn’t say anything, just quietly looked at her.

A shy beauty was always a lovely sight.

The way she was clearly embarrassed to the extreme, yet still couldn’t resist peeking through her fingers to see how the person who had made her so flustered was reacting—that mixture of bashfulness and innocence made her all the more adorable.

But once the atmosphere grew quiet, she couldn’t keep pretending not to notice him anymore.

"Y-You... what are you staring at?"

Lu Yuliu finally cracked, turning her face aside while still covering it.

Luo Wusheng smiled.

"For some reason, looking at you just now suddenly reminded me of when we first met on the Sea-Crossing Boat... Back then, whenever I looked at you, you’d glare right back at me. Long Dahai and the others thought I, the Demon Sect Holy Saint, had gotten so desperate on that ship that I spent all day staring contests with an ordinary-looking Demon Sect disciple."

Lu Yuliu was reminded of that time too.

She secretly curled her lips.

Back then, hadn’t she also thought this Demon Sect Holy Saint had something wrong with his head?

If it weren’t because staying inside the cabin with all those Demon Sect disciples she didn’t know made her even more uncomfortable, did he really think she wanted to spend all day glaring at some nonsense-spouting guy?

"Hah, I remember you even said that, compared to staying in the cabin with the other Demon Sect disciples, you’d rather come out and glare at me, because at least I was good-looking..."

Luo Wusheng narcissistically touched his own face.

"Even though I already knew I was handsome, you were still the first girl who confirmed it for me so straightforwardly."

The Sword Fairy’s face—hidden behind her hands—grew even redder.

...That did sound like something she’d said.

And he really was very good-looking... and for some reason lately he seemed to be getting better and better-looking. Could it be that he’d awakened some kind of vixen bloodline?

As she was thinking that, she felt a big hand land on her head.

Then someone said in a perfectly serious tone:

"So, my adorable Little Yuli, if you kissed me, doesn’t that mean you’re the one who got the better deal?"

Lu Yuliu: "?"

Her brain, which had been full of embarrassment just moments ago, froze completely.

She didn’t snap back to her senses until Luo Wusheng withdrew his hand and retreated more than ten zhang away.

"You! Luo Wusheng!"

A puffed-up, furious Yuli-cat leapt across ten zhang in an instant, pouncing straight onto the someone who currently couldn’t use spiritual energy and pinning him to the ground, raining down a flurry of kitty punches.

She didn’t actually put much strength into them, so Luo Wusheng just grinned shamelessly and let her vent.

In the end, the girl seemed to tire out—or perhaps realized how ambiguous their current position was. Her massive chest rose and fell in a way that made one’s mind wander, yet she stiffened her neck and struck a victor’s pose.

"And you call yourself the Demon Sect Holy Saint... that’s it?"

"You’ll find out how scary I am someday," Luo Wusheng replied without caring in the slightest, rolling his eyes. "So, you’re not playing ostrich anymore?"

Lu Yuliu... honestly had still wanted to shrink back a little inside. But after Luo Wusheng said that, and after that little bout just now, a lot of the tangled feelings in her heart had dissipated. The atmosphere wasn’t so awkward anymore either, and she suddenly found herself able to straighten her back much more confidently.

Since that was the case, rather than retreat, she preferred to step forward.

Just like her sword.

"Hmph. It was just touching lips—i-it’s not like it was the first time anyway. Back when I had an episode, weren’t you touching me everywhere already..."

—Alright, that still sounded a bit stubborn.

But apparently it was enough to convince herself.

After all, what could be more painful than waking up after an episode and having to face maximum social death?

"This is what they call getting used to it, once you accept your own social death—"

"Used to it my ass!"

Before Luo Wusheng could finish his reflection, he got another full round of kitty punches to the head.

As Lu Yuliu swung her little fists, her heart was anything but calm.

When episodes were mentioned, she naturally thought of her old pretend-to-be-sick plan...

It seemed like it had already been exposed, and before she’d even managed to do anything with it.

Why on earth had she come up with such a stupid plan back then?

Was it because her master had arrived in the royal capital and she’d grown anxious? Felt like this was her last chance while she was here?

It also seemed like someone had encouraged her...

But for some reason she couldn’t remember who—and her heart instinctively resisted thinking about it.

Her thoughts slowly drifted off track. Looking at the person giving her that strange smile, Lu Yuliu somehow ended up pouting.

"Anyway, you just like it more when I’m dumb during an episode... you only know how to bully me..."

Luo Wusheng had no idea how her train of thought had derailed onto that track, but after thinking for a moment he said,

"That’s actually not it..."

—What he liked most was clearly the look she had after an episode, when she was dying of embarrassment~

"I don’t believe you." The Sword Fairy’s eyes spun a little. "If I made you score it—episode-me and normal-me—how many points would each get?"

"Give grass full marks, give zero if there’s no grass."

Lu Yuliu, despite having received over a month of literary immersion, still didn’t understand the trick in his words.

Grass? What grass?

She was a bit curious—but since she was still trying to keep her composure, she felt too embarrassed to ask, so she let it go instead... and ended up staring at his face.

"I just feel like... something about you is different now."

"Did I get more handsome again?"

Luo Wusheng answered casually, though he knew what his Little Yuli really meant.

He really was a bit different now—a change in mindset.

It had already begun back in the Sword Province, but it was only when he’d spoken to the pretend-sleeping Bai Xiaoyao not long ago that it truly became clear.

If he had to say, it was also tied to the battle that had just ended.

Having a shadow in one’s heart versus not having one anymore was obviously a huge difference.

He felt lighter—almost a little inflated—like many things didn’t need to be taken as seriously as before.

There were still leftover problems from the departure of that man behind the scene—the questions about his origins, what exactly that group of schemers surrounding him was after...

But right now, he didn’t really care.

A brute didn’t need to think about it so much.

Whether he really was some Buddhist Sect Arhat fruition incarnation or not—so long as, in a purely subjective sense, he was still himself, what did any of that matter?

On the other side, Little Yuli curled her lips after hearing his reply.

"Shameless."

But in truth, she also felt that the current him really did seem "better-looking."

It was like he’d broken free of some kind of shackle, there was a more high-spirited air about him now, yet at the same time a sense of effortless ease.

That meant the enemy he’d defeated this time really had been a knot in his heart, right?

The girl came to that conclusion herself.

Then she remembered that she had managed to play a role in such a crucial battle—just like what she’d imagined back when she obtained Sword Ancestor’s inheritance—and a hard-to-describe joy welled up inside her.

What made her even happier was that the man letting her sit astride him suddenly caught the hand she’d been using to punch him.

"This time really was thanks to you... without the Sword Ancestor’s strike you triggered, I don’t even dare imagine how completely this battle could’ve been won."

Luo Wusheng spoke with rare seriousness.

—And there were at least five more people he still owed thanks to.

Why "at least"? Because there was also the Demon Sect master hiding even deeper behind the scenes, and Luo Wusheng honestly didn’t know whether he should thank him...

Lu Yuliu lifted her chin in clear satisfaction, but then she heard Luo Wusheng sigh again.

"What I said back on the Sea-Crossing Boat really came true... the rare time I ran into danger, I actually had to rely on you to cover me..."

The girl’s face reddened slightly.

How did he remember everything she’d said?

Those were things she’d blurted out while having an episode, weren’t normal people supposed to just treat that as a joke and laugh it off?

The Sword Fairy didn’t show off her little pride anymore.

If they were talking about helping each other, he’d saved her plenty of times too—some of them life-or-death situations. There was really no need to keep accounts so carefully.

And lately, hadn’t her food and lodging all been paid for by this annoying guy anyway?

Looking at Luo Wusheng’s face, Lu Yuliu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"Actually... there’s something I didn’t get a chance to tell you before..."

"Hm?"

"The fact that you’d run into danger—we already knew about it a few days ago. Bai Xiaoyao and I."

Seeing Luo Wusheng’s puzzled expression, Lu Yuliu pressed her lips together before continuing:

"Do you remember that time you somehow got hold of Immortal Aura and brought Bai Xiaoyao and me to split off our True Spirits on the Ascension Platform? Even though it seemed like you hadn’t expected it yourself, Bai Xiaoyao and I really did find the place the Immortal Aura was pointing to there, and it caused a change."

"At the time, the Immortal Aura linked the platform to the Heavenly Dao. Bai Xiaoyao and I each uncovered parts of memories we’d been hiding, and from that we got some information related to you, things saying you’d encounter an accident... but right after that it triggered changes in that Ancient Heavenly Gate, and the platform fell early..."

"Um... the memory I showed back then was actually the one from before going up to the platform, so afterward Bai Xiaoyao learned what had really happened that day, and that’s why she didn’t say anything later..."

Luo Wusheng blinked.

No wonder the follow-up to that day hadn’t gone the way he’d expected.

And come to think of it—this time, when the empress summoned the immortal soul, she’d relied on just one immortal platform yet still managed to bring down an entire Immortal soul... could that have been related?

But there was no way to verify that now.

More importantly, why was Little Yuli bringing this up?

"...I just realized that the aura you have right now is very similar to the Heavenly Dao aura Bai Xiaoyao and I drew down back then with the Immortal Aura..."

Luo Wusheng raised an eyebrow, seeming to ponder something.

Lu Yuliu quietly watched him.

In truth, she’d left out a lot of details—like how she and Bai Xiaoyao had already decided back then to help Luo Wusheng break the situation, so she’d begun refining Sword Ancestor’s strike from that moment on, while Bai Xiaoyao started seriously researching the red-cord mark that had inexplicably appeared on her wrist.

Or how she and Bai Xiaoyao had formed a flimsy alliance that very night... only for it to fall apart just as quickly.

Luo Wusheng didn’t think for long before returning to his usual carefree demeanor.

A smile spread across his face—and while his Little Yuli was distracted, he executed a perfect dead-fish roll, reversing their positions and pinning the girl beneath him instead.

Seeing the girl still looking a little dazed, clearly not having realized what had just happened, Luo Wusheng lightly hooked a finger under her chin.

"All the other stuff is minor... my adorable Little Yuli, you’ve rendered such great service this time, what kind of reward do you want?"

The Sword Fairy froze, then blurted out:

"C-can it not be that kind of reward...? No lewd stuff allowed..."

As she spoke, her thighs even squeezed together and rubbed slightly.

Luo Wusheng: "???"

Now he was the one who almost couldn’t keep up the act.

How did his pure Little Yuli manage to think in that direction so easily?

...Oh. Right. His literary "education."

Never mind, then.

"What are you thinking?" Luo Wusheng said irritably. "Even if you wanted to, right now I can touch you, sure, but I’m basically closer to a ghost. Pressing down on a bed might be fine, but pulling a reversed-Nie Xiaoqian on you is seriously overthinking it... huh? Speaking of which, did Old Ning ever actually get laid?"

He derailed completely while talking.

The Sword Fairy didn’t quite understand, but she got the rough idea, and her small face heated up again.

After all, she’d now confirmed that she liked him, but she was still at the stage where even kissing or hugging made her brain go blank. Psychologically, she still couldn’t really accept something so heavy for her age.

But she did want to confirm a relationship with him...

In his past life, Luo Wusheng had seen this sort of heroine mentality plenty of times in novels—people called it "wants to date but is afraid of getting screwed."

Zero points.

But if she were really in one of her episodes, the Sword Fairy would probably dare to go all the way, wouldn’t she?

Mm. Anyway, she didn’t have that intention right now.

Neither did he.

He simply sat down beside the girl and gently waved his hand. The space around them inexplicably dimmed, and from the chaotic edges surged vast quantities of phoenix fire.

Under his control, the flames transformed into fiery blossoms—closing, blooming, then shattering into a sky full of sparkling motes, flowing with light and color, evolving into an illusion of stars, moons, and a cosmic expanse.

Lying atop the clouds, Lu Yuliu stared blankly at the breathtaking sight before her—yet it was hard to say whether she was looking at the sea of star-fire, or at the youth beneath it who was seriously tapping his fingers.

"So pretty..."

Almost unconsciously, she tugged at Luo Wusheng’s illusory sleeve and sat up, her lips lightly touching the handsome face illuminated by the firelight.

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Note: Link to the character Illustration:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1lkIcPnCxeyuyZA4Kkb621dPC05UvWjhD