Chapter 316 - 313: Liu Qingmeng’s Charm

Chapter 316: Chapter 313: Liu Qingmeng’s Charm

An unfamiliar ceiling...

Fang Can slowly opened his eyes, gazing up at the shimmering dome above him.

Through his reflection on the frost-covered dome, formed by the biting chill, Fang Can could see the beautiful woman embracing him.

’How did it come to this? Something isn’t right.’

Having once again finished a three-day-and-night cultivation session, the young man’s eyes were filled with confusion. He just felt that none of this was how he’d imagined it.

Ye Qingshi has to be the main female lead!

Xiaoliu is a well-deserved contender too.

Xiaojiang is actually pretty decent.

If all else fails, Feng Qiaoyan is also an option.

Holy shit! When did Elder Liu even enter the race?

...

No one knew how Fang Can had survived the past thirty days. When his eyes were open, he was a training partner. When they were closed, he was still a training partner.

The total time he’d had to catch his breath didn’t exceed ten minutes.

And it was truly the kind of oppression that felt like his very bones and marrow were being sucked dry. The amount of blood and qi he’d lost could have filled this small room, and the process had been excruciating.

He felt like the person beside him was a bottomless blood-drawing machine, frantically and greedily draining his body of its nutrients.

This little pony was nearly run over by a big truck and sent to the Otherworld.

During a brief moment of clarity from Liu Qingmeng, he had learned the truth from her.

It was all a scheme by the Sixth Transformation True Monarch, which led to the current situation and caused their two separate paths to become completely intertwined.

But aside from those brief conversations, most of their time was spent cultivating to help her break through to the Fifth Turn.

As he was lost in thought, Fang Can felt the jade-like arm wrapped around him tighten.

Guessing that the effects of the Fire Pill were kicking in again, he sighed internally.

"Go on, Elder. My body can still take it."

The somewhat warm body behind him pressed closer. Liu Qingmeng rested her face against the nape of his neck, her blue hair intertwining with his white strands, creating a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

"I’m sorry!"

Liu Qingmeng breathed in the young man’s scent, a part of which was now tinged with her own.

Before entering this secret realm, she had detected the scents of many people on him, but one was distinctly missing. Now, it was finally complete.

Not only was it complete, but at this very moment, all the other scents were completely overshadowed, leaving only her own.

"Elder, why say such a thing at a time like this?"

Fang Can slowly exhaled and said, "This was an accident. Neither of us wanted this to happen. Why don’t we, after we get out of here..."

"What if I wanted it to happen?"

The woman’s tone was gentler than ever before, like a pool of melted spring water, but it silenced Fang Can.

Almost as if trying to knead the young man into her own body, Liu Qingmeng’s voice came from behind his head.

"What if I, just like Xiaoliu and Ning An, have developed feelings for you? What would you do?"

Fang Can: ...

"You’re not talking. Is it because you can’t believe it, or because you don’t want to answer?"

As Liu Qingmeng pressed on, her pearly teeth gently bit Fang Can’s earlobe. "Fang Lang, you’ve destroyed both my Emotionless Dao and my chastity mark."

Feeling the young man’s heartbeat subconsciously quicken, the corners of Liu Qingmeng’s eyes curved into crescents.

This series of actions made Fang Can almost see Xiaoliu behind him instead of Liu Qingmeng.

Fang Can then had a realization: Xiaoliu was just one of the avatars of the woman before him.

The immense difference between them was likely because the woman’s main practice was the Dao of Supreme Oblivion.

But now, after a month, even the most resolute Emotionless Dao had been shattered by the young man, and she was now returning to her true nature.

The woman, now at the Fifth Turn Realm, could already perceive the chains within the young man’s sea of consciousness.

If the brutalities he had initially imagined inflicting on her had made her blush with shyness...

...then the subsequent sparse entries, dwindling to nothing, made her anxious.

’There’s no way I’m even less important than that girl Ning An, right? That would make me a total side character! That’s just insulting! I have to do something!’

With that thought in her mind, a chill shot straight up Fang Can’s spine the next moment.

"Fang Lang, I want to cultivate again."

Turning his head with some difficulty, Fang Can saw Liu Qingmeng, her eyes brimming with passion, now wearing a "Flying Guillotine."

It was formed from pure lightning. Then, she said languidly, "Let me help you practice the Y-Shen Art as well."

As she spoke, before Fang Can’s subconsciously widening eyes, she assumed the opening stance of the Y-Shen Art.

As everyone knew, the Y-Shen Art was a foundational martial art of the Pure Heart Hall. And everyone also knew just how... unsuited for outsiders’ eyes each and every move was.

And now, the ever-aloof Elder Liu was actually wearing a Flying Guillotine while assuming the opening stance of the Y-Shen Art.

If the Elder Liu from before was as cold and proud as thousand-year-old black ice, then the Qing Meng of this moment was as captivatingly beautiful as a river in spring.

After completely understanding her own heart, Liu Qingmeng, who had been on the verge of losing her spot in the competition, decided to return to the starting line and rejoin the race.

She didn’t want to keep being so proud and aloof anymore!

If she maintained her original persona, the distance between them would only grow, until one day, countless years later, she’d be crying silently in a corner after receiving a wedding invitation from Ning An.

Seeing Fang Can’s stunned expression, Liu Qingmeng gently cupped his cheeks and smiled tenderly. "What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted to do to me?"

"Next... you can unleash all of your inspiration on me. Let’s start with this Flying Guillotine."

Fang Can watched, transfixed, as a crimson blush spread across her earlobes, a sight of breathtaking beauty.

Clearly, taking the initiative to say this was no small challenge for her.

"Elder Liu..."

"That’s what you call me in front of outsiders. You can call me that in front of Ning An in the future, too."

Fang Can then felt his lips being sealed by hers. "Here, you are to call me Qing Meng."

Then, a frosty chill enveloped everything. Only now did Fang Can understand what was meant by "love."

At this moment, "cultivation" was her lie...

In the days that followed, Fang Can was no longer in pain. He threw himself into it, body and soul, painting freely in their own little world until the forest was stained with color.

Fang Can, having completely let himself go, felt like a true master artist.

In any case, when he came back to his senses, he was already gently tying a ribbon into the woman’s cascading blue hair.

"This breakthrough to the Fifth Turn was ultimately a shortcut. I still need some time to consolidate my mental Realm, so I’ll be going into seclusion for a while."

Qing Meng, acting like a young girl, clutched Fang Can’s arm, reluctant to let go. Then she said in a playfully demanding tone, "You’re not allowed to flirt with anyone before I come out of seclusion, especially not Ning An or Xiaoliu."

Halfway through her sentence, Liu Qingmeng sighed. She stared at the top of Fang Can’s head, vaguely sensing that his romantic luck was a bit too strong.

’What have I done...’

Liu Qingmeng sighed inwardly. She couldn’t even blame anyone else for this. She was the one who had given Ning An the Lush Greenery, and without that Lush Greenery, she herself would never have even entered the race.

All one could say was that every action has its consequence; it was fated. After all, she was the one who had instigated the formation of Fang Can’s first 100-member harem.

Looking back on it now, she could only grit her teeth in regret.