Novel Full Chapter 539 Hugging The Alluring Yin Lian
Chapter 539 Hugging The Alluring Yin Lian
?Nestled within the cool darkness of the cave, a tense silence settled between them. Yin Lian, her heart rate slowing to a normal rhythm, finally voiced her gratitude.
“Thank you, Wang Jian. You truly saved me today.”
Wang Jian offered a wry smile. “It wouldn’t have come to this if things had been different at your temple.”
Yin Lian’s smile faltered. “Different?” she echoed, a flicker of sadness in her eyes.
“Indeed,” Wang Jian replied. “I couldn’t help but notice the disparity between the Flame Lunar Devil Temple and the others. Despite you being the High Priestess, your power seems… limited.”
The weight of his words sank in. Yin Lian sighed. The truth she was about to reveal wasn’t a secret within the settlement, but it wasn’t something openly discussed either.
“It’s not for lack of effort,” she began. “The other Lunar Devil Temples – the Earth Lunar, the Ice Lunar, all of them – are actively targeting us. They covet the Abyssal Sanctum, a sacred relic passed down through generations in the Flame Lunar Devil Temple.”
Wang Jian perked up. “The Abyssal Sanctum? What exactly is it?”
She explained, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper. “It’s a legendary chamber, a conduit to the power of the Flame Lunar Devil God. With proper guidance, it can enhance the cultivation speed of our followers, making them formidable cultivators.”
“Wow, that explains the animosity,” Wang Jian mused. “Sounds like a pretty important chamber to have.”
“Precisely,” Yin Lian continued, “And they are not the only ones. Even within the Flame Lunar Devil Temple, there are those who have been swayed by promises of power. Some bishops, even some elders, have secretly pledged allegiance to the other temples.”
A frustrated groan escaped Wang Jian’s lips. “So, you’re not just fighting the other temples, but internal corruption as well?”
Yin Lian nodded, her eyes downcast. “Even the administration of the settlement seems biased against us. They turn a blind eye to the other temples’ harassment, and even favor them in rulings.”
The picture that emerged painted a grim reality. The Flame Lunar Devil Temple, despite its High Priestess, was besieged on all sides.
“So,” Wang Jian said, leaning back against the cave wall, “how do we turn this around?”
A spark of hope ignited in Yin Lian’s eyes. “We need more followers,” she declared. “With a larger base, we have more leverage against the other temples.”
“And how do you attract more followers?”
“The Abyssal Sanctum,” Yin Lian said, her voice firming with resolve, “is the key. But to unlock its full potential, I need rare devil herbs imbued with pure essence, and a significant amount of Devil Essence Stones.”
Devil Essence Stones were crystallized forms of Lunar Essence, highly sought after for cultivation purposes. With the Sanctum, they could be used to create powerful elixirs and techniques, a significant draw for potential recruits.
“Those resources will be hard to come by,” Wang Jian acknowledged, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “And let’s not forget the administration. If they’re already biased, acquiring resources through official channels will be next to impossible.”
A slow smirk spread across Wang Jian’s face. “But perhaps,” he continued, his eyes glinting with a mischievous glint, “we can find…alternative solutions.”
Yin Lian met his gaze, a flicker of curiosity dancing in her eyes. “Alternative solutions?” she repeated.
“Indeed,” Wang Jian said, leaning closer. “The administration…Your temple needs someone from inside the administration, someone looking out for the Flame Lunar Devil Temple’s interests. Someone with a… persuasive streak.”
The air crackled with a nervous energy as they strategized. “Even with every ounce of effort,” Yin Lian lamented, “gathering those rare herbs and Devil Essence Stones consistently would be a monumental task.”
Wang Jian, however, seemed unfazed. A playful glint lit up his eyes. “Why gather them at all,” he said casually, “when we can acquire them… faster?”
Yin Lian’s eyebrows shot up. “Faster?” she echoed, skepticism lacing her voice.
“Indeed,” Wang Jian said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Think about it. Temple storages. Administration vaults. Treasure troves brimming with resources just waiting for the taking.”
Yin Lian’s breath hitched. “Stealing? From those places? It’s impossible! Each storage is a fortress, guarded by complex security arrays and patrolled by high-level cultivators.”
“True,” Wang Jian conceded with a sly smile, “but not impossible for someone with a knack for… unconventional methods.”
A mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes. “Imagine this,” he continued, his voice low and thrilling. “We raid their storages, not just taking their resources, but leaving them a fiery farewell.”
Yin Lian’s eyes widened. “Fiery farewell?”
Wang Jian’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. “Think of a hellfire. Lots of it. We’ll leave their storages looking like a smoldering crater, with not even an herb or Essence Stone left.”
Yin Lian’s eyes widened. Burning down an entire storage facility? It was reckless, audacious, but undeniably effective. With such a thorough destruction, the administration wouldn’t waste resources searching for non-existent resources.
“And while everyone assumes everything’s gone,” Wang Jian continued, his voice low, “we’ll be quietly building a powerbase. Using those resources to draw in new followers, strengthen our existing ones. The Flame Lunar Devil Temple will rise from the ashes, stronger than ever.”
A slow smile spread across Yin Lian’s lips. This unorthodox cultivator, with his unconventional solutions, was starting to pique her interest. It was a gamble, a dangerous one, but the potential reward was immense.
“So,” she said, a playful glint in her eyes, “when do we start planning this grand heist of yours?”
The conversation flowed for hours, filled with strategic discussions and playful banter. By the time they settled down to sleep, a sense of camaraderie had blossomed between them.
The cave, once silent, was now filled with the rhythmic sound of their breathing. Wang Jian lay on one end, lost in thought, while Yin Lian occupied the other.
Outside, the serenity of the night abruptly shattered. A fierce storm descended upon the settlement, unleashing its fury in the form of icy rain and howling winds. The temperature plummeted, sending a shiver down Yin Lian’s spine.
Despite her cultivation, the biting cold seeped through her robes, draining her spiritual energy. After two grueling hours of battling the elements, her reserves were depleted, leaving her vulnerable to the biting chill.
A shiver racked her body, and she instinctively called upon the Flame Lunar Devil God for solace, but the familiar warmth that usually answered her pleas was absent. The cave, nestled deep within the mountain, must have disrupted the divine connection.
Panic gnawed at the edges of her mind. The cold was relentless, sapping her strength and leaving her numb. Desperate for any relief, she offered a silent prayer to any benevolent force that might be listening. 𝘳𝑎.𝗇t
Then, a faint sensation tickled her senses – a warmth emanating from within the cave. It was subtle at first, but it grew steadily, a beacon of comfort in the frigid darkness.
Yin Lian squinted towards the source, her eyes landing on Wang Jian’s unmoving form. He lay there, radiating heat like a miniature furnace.
Curiosity battled with her shivering form. Slowly, she crawled towards him, drawn to the emanating warmth. As she got closer, the intensity of the heat increased, offering a welcome respite.
Without fully realizing it, she found herself nestled against his side, her cold body seeking solace in his surprising warmth. The contact sent a jolt of warmth through her, chasing away the remaining vestiges of chill.
In her sleep-deprived state, she barely noticed her arms wrapping around him instinctively. His warmth seeped into her body, a comforting wave that soothed her trembling and calmed her racing heart.
For the first time in hours, she felt safe, secure. Curled up against his warm embrace, Yin Lian drifted off to sleep, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips.
Sunlight, dappling through the cave entrance, roused Yin Lian from her slumber. She stretched languidly, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. Then, a jolt of awareness struck her. She wasn’t in her usual meditation pose. Instead, she was sprawled next to Wang Jian, her arms instinctively wrapped around his torso.
Startled, she scrambled back, cheeks flushing crimson. “W-
what am I doing here?” she stammered, her voice a mix of shock and embarrassment.
Wang Jian stirred, slowly stretching and yawning loudly. “Mornin’, sleepyhead,” he mumbled, eyes still closed. “This is my spot, remember?” He opened one eye, a playful glint in it, and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you on my side of the cave?”
Memories of the previous night flooded back. The relentless cold, the desperate search for warmth… and then, him. The warmth radiating from his body had been a beacon in the darkness, luring her closer until… well, here she was.
“It was… cold,” she mumbled, barely audible.
Wang Jian’s smile widened, sly and mischievous. “Cold, huh?” he drawled, his voice a low rumble. “Funny, I don’t recall feeling cold last night. But hey,” he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “if you ever feel the need for some extra warmth, you know where to find it.”
Yin Lian swatted him playfully on the arm, her cheeks burning even hotter. “Stop speaking nonsense,” she hissed, though a hint of amusement danced in her eyes.
“Nonsense?” he chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “Here’s some nonsense for you. You were hugging me all night, and not once did you ask permission. Shouldn’t the courtesy be reciprocated, High Priestess?”
Before she could object, he shot forward, his arms wrapping around her in a loose embrace. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his hands lingering a little too long on her waist, skimming over the soft curves of her body. A shiver ran down her spine, but it wasn’t from the cold this time.
He held her for a moment, the warmth of his body seeping into hers, sending a delicious warmth through her core. Then, just as quickly, he released her.
“There,” he said with a satisfied grin. “Much better. Now that we’ve settled the cuddling debate, how about we get down to business?”
Yin Lian straightened her robes, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The playful banter, the unexpected touch – it had all left her feeling breathless and flustered. Yet, a strange sense of excitement bubbled within her.
“Business?” she repeated, trying to regain her composure.
“Indeed,” he said, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Remember that little plan we cooked up last night? Stealing resources, burning down storages… all that good stuff?”
A slow smile spread across Yin Lian’s lips. The storm outside might have subsided, but a different kind of storm was brewing within her. A storm of excitement, of anticipation, of a shared purpose that went beyond just strengthening the Flame Lunar Devil Temple.
“Let’s plan,” she declared, her voice firm with newfound resolve.
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