Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang exchanged a glance, both inwardly groaning. Rushing out would inevitably alert the remaining search party.
Huddled inside this partitioned space, the two of them would certainly not be able to stretch their arms and legs. Were they really going to spend the night embracing each other like this?
Fortunately, the partition was far away from the group of people gathered around the fire at the cave entrance, and the wind kept howling in through the vent, so even if there were some faint noises, they wouldn't give away their presence.
"Wushuang. My hands and feet are numb," Wushilang gestured to Leng Wushuang with his eyes, looking pitiful and quite endearing.
Leng Wushuang sighed, reached out and wrapped Wushilang in his arms. Wushilang pressed his face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and couldn't help but blush.
"The fog is heavy tonight. I bet that brat has already found some help and gone down the mountain. Look at that, if she had asked earlier, how much time would have passed? If it were me, would I have been that foolish?"
Beside the campfire, the cult members who had come out to search for the missing girl were quite impatient. "I think the old palace master is also afraid that the young palace master will come back. I heard that the runaway girl and the young palace master have a very close relationship. The two of them ate and lived together all the way and were very intimate."
In the darkness, Leng Wushuang's lips were tightly pursed, and she looked down at Wu Shilang with an icy gaze. Her eyes were like cold stars, and Wu Shilang immediately felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He raised his hand and silently swore, "I have nothing to do with Wuqing."
She mouthed the words several times before the coldness in Leng Wushuang's eyes subsided slightly.
As the night deepened, the congregation around the fire gradually quieted down, each finding the best spot to lie down by the fire.
Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang leaned against the stone partition. After a while, Wu Shilang's eyes gradually became sore. Ever since she was captured by Leng Yun, she hadn't had a proper night's sleep. In addition, she had been frightened and scared in the water prison, and her strength was already exhausted.
"I'm so tired, standing like this is so uncomfortable." Ichiro silently mouthed the words, rubbed his eyes, and after a long, cold silence, he gritted his teeth and spread all the clothes he was holding onto the ground.
He laid it out extremely carefully, leaving a large section of clothing on the inner left side, folding it repeatedly until it was thick and secure, before carefully laying it down.
After laying out the clothes, he stared intently at Goruro, who was forced to press his entire body against the stone wall due to the cramped space. He frowned, bit his lip, hesitated for a moment, and then immediately took action.
He reached out to Igoro, pulled her into his arms, and wrapped his entire body around her chest. The two slowly slid down and lay on the clothes that had been laid out beforehand, with the thicker side of the clothes given to Igoro.
Isoro was held tightly in his arms, his heart pounding. His body was so stiff that even his calves were cramping.
And so they fit together, their warm body temperatures gradually merging...
Their breathing grew heavier and heavier. Leng Wushuang's hot breath sprayed onto Wu Shilang's hair, carrying a certain bewitching quality, causing Wu Shilang's blood to rush from his feet to his head.
She shifted her position, trying to find a more comfortable spot.
As she twisted and turned, the cold-blooded man behind her grew parched from her rubbing against him, but he had no choice but to tighten his grip on her and whisper in her ear, "Move again and I'll throw you off."
Isoro was extremely embarrassed. His chest was being squeezed so tightly that he could hardly breathe, and he couldn't help but get angry.
She turned around forcefully and bit his shoulder without thinking.
Leng Wuqing was slightly taken aback, then laughed in anger. In the darkness, he resembled a white lotus blooming quietly, carrying a chilling aura: "You, provoking me?" He gritted his teeth and smiled wickedly, his eyes were frighteningly deep, like a bottomless pool of dark water, sucking in Wushilang's entire consciousness.
Wu Shilang blushed and reluctantly let go, timidly shrinking back into his arms, looking completely harmless. Leng Wushuang lowered his head and, imitating Wu Shilang's earlier action, took a bite.
This was a kiss with a punitive undertone; his teeth lingered on Igarashi's lips, biting him until Igarashi felt both numb and stinging.
"Mmm," she said, her hands weakly pushing against Leng Wushuang. The excessive sucking made her lips swell up, but Leng Wushuang's teeth were persistent and kept moving over her lips.
"I said that guy's men were indeed a bunch of defeated soldiers, they've all fallen into a deep sleep while searching for people."
The familiar voice, tinged with mockery, exuded a lazy air.
"Young Palace Master, it's the Young Palace Master!" One by one, they jumped up in surprise, holding their weapons and standing there hesitantly.
"Fool, do you intend to fight me, the Palace Master?"
The cult members holding knives were all startled and knelt down in unison, obediently saying, "We are willing to pursue the young palace master to the death."
Leng Wuqing smiled slightly, turned around, flicked out a few red pills, and said with a smile, "I am willing to believe you, but the conventions of Baochan Palace must always be followed."
The followers on the ground, their faces ashen, caught the pills, swallowed them with their eyes closed, and remained silent with their heads bowed.
"Ruthless, you can enter the Treasure Toad Palace from here." Luo Jinfeng said, his tone filled with inexplicable anxiety, completely losing his usual calm.
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“Come on, lead the way and show Young Master Luo how mysterious the secret passage of Baochan Palace is.” Leng Wuqing’s voice was tinged with laughter. “Why are you in such a hurry? I think it’s only when you encounter Wushilang that you need to be anxious.”
Cold, ruthless teeth gradually left Goruro's lips, and he tilted his head, frowning.
Ichiro was overjoyed, completely forgetting his current predicament. He poked his head out, waved, and shouted, "Wushuang, Wuqing, I'm here!"
As she leaned forward, she was far removed from Wushuang's control, and she lost her balance and fell.
"Idiot." Leng Wushuang sighed, then circled down and caught her before she landed. The mountain wind blew, lifting his hair, which was as silky as satin, making him appear even more ethereal and handsome.
"Leng Wushuang?"
Luo Shao's eyes dimmed instantly, his gaze fixed on Wu Shilang's swollen lips. The more he looked, the more flustered he became.
Her hair was disheveled, and she was still wearing Leng Wushuang's black outer robe. She exuded a sweet feeling as she nestled in Leng Wushuang's arms, looking completely content.
"You're quick on your feet." Leng Wuqing's eyes swept over the bitter-faced Young Master Luo, and he suddenly smiled at Leng Wushuang. "However, I do admire your personality."
Leng Wushuang remained expressionless, slowly turned around, turned her back to him, and said to Wu Shilang in her arms, "Go to the crevice in the rock and change your clothes."
Ishiro smiled and jumped off him, taking his clothes and saying, "You watch over me. I'm feeling weak, so it might take me a while to get dressed."
Leng Wushuang nodded, and as expected, without avoiding suspicion, she stood guard at the entrance of the crevice.
Luo Jinfeng's face immediately darkened, and he angrily said, "The man is unmarried and the woman is unmarried. Such an unmarried affair is extremely immoral."
In his heart, however, was a raging storm. Isoro's ambiguous words were like a dull saw, tearing his heart until it bled profusely.
For the first time in his life, his heart was filled with despair and bitterness.
Leng Wushuang turned around coldly, glancing sideways at him, her face as cold as ice, and said icily, "What does it have to do with you?"
With just one sentence, Luo Shao's words were forcefully shut down.
“Now is not the time for jealousy and rivalry,” Leng Wuqing interjected calmly, twirling a strand of hair with a smile. “Right now, it seems we need to deal with that old man who captured Wushilang.”
He knew perfectly well what Isoro meant to the two men in front of him, so he chose the reason that would most likely anger them.
As expected, Leng Wushuang coldly stared at him, her face expressionless, and said, "The reason!"
"The reason is something we'll have to discuss in detail." Leng Wuqing smiled slightly and turned to ask, "Young Master Luo, you know something about this matter, but it's really none of your business. You can go ahead."
Luo Jinfeng raised an eyebrow: "How can it be unrelated? You've left me feeling uneasy and resentful, so I'm determined to get involved to the end." As he spoke, he glared fiercely at Leng Wushuang, his face full of anger.
Leng Wushuang's expression remained unchanged as she calmly addressed Wuqing, saying, "Family scandals should not be aired in public."
Leng Wuqing pursed his lips slightly, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, a strange warmth rising in his heart. Although it was just a few words about not airing one's dirty laundry in public, it made him feel for the first time that he and the older brother in front of him, who was only a few months older than him, shared the same blood.
Luo Jinfeng snorted coldly, lifted his robe and sat down on the ground with graceful and elegant movements. He sneered, "Don't forget, Baochan Palace is still imprisoning all the major and minor sect leaders in the martial arts world. This matter concerns the future of the righteous path of the Central Plains martial arts world. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will?"
He made up his mind, mustered all his strength, and confronted Leng Wushuang to the very end.
Leng Wushuang glanced at him coldly, pursed her lips, and said indifferently, "Whatever you say."
They all sat on the ground and, with perfect understanding, arranged for Isoro, who had changed his clothes, to sleep at another fire far away.
Sure enough, not long after, Isoro started laughing and scratching his head as usual, intermittently kicking his legs.
The three people sitting on the ground had very different expressions. They silently watched Wu Shilang laughing in his dream for a while, and then they couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"Speaking of which, my fifty-year-old sister-in-law is as adorable as ever. She's even slightly better at talking in her sleep than others." Leng Wuqing was speechless, while Qian smiled and began.
Leng Wushuang remained silent. After a long while, she said, "How do you know she talks in her sleep at night?" Her tone was indifferent, carrying a chilling aura that swept over Leng Wuqing.
Leng Wuqing was speechless, realizing he had made a mistake, and laughed as he changed the subject.
When she's asleep, she not only laughs in her sleep, but she also bites, snores, and kicks off the blankets. Luo Jinfeng smiled gently and looked at Wu Shilang not far away, saying in an even gentler tone, "She has quite a few bad habits when she's asleep, but I just happen to like being with her."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Wushuang's face froze completely, and the icy wind seemed to have become a vortex, swirling around him.
Luo Jinfeng smiled slightly, reached out to part the firewood, and lowered his voice to provoke, "I will not give up on her." He paused, and seeing the anger in Leng Wushuang's eyes, he added even more smugly, "What I like, I will definitely get my hands on. I have never failed before, and I will never fail again."
Leng Wushuang's eyes turned cold, and he drew his sword, shouting angrily, "Draw your sword!"
Luo Jinfan proudly raised his head, slowly stood up, and drew the soft sword from his waist. The small sword, still warm from his body, trembled as his master exerted force in anger: "This young master is happy to oblige."
A storm is brewing between the two!
"Shut up, all of you!" Suddenly, Isoro sat up like a zombie, yelling wildly with barely conscious breath, "Get the hell out of here..."
Time seemed to stand still as the two men silently sheathed their swords and sat down with remarkable tacit understanding.
Leng Wuqing laughed loudly and asked with a smile, "Aren't you going to compete anymore?"
Leng Wushuang coldly replied, "Let's talk about it after Wushilang wakes up."
Luo Jinfeng snorted and said, "If it weren't for Xiao Wushi's disdain, I would have definitely made you lose your armor and become the number one useless young master in the world."
Leng Wushuang gave him a cold, disdainful look, but didn't reply. She sat down and said indifferently, "I want to know everything."
Leng Wuqing's expression hardened, and his smile vanished as he said, "I was just about to tell you everything..."
He began by recounting events from twenty years ago at the Sword Removal Manor, continuing until recently when the old palace master suffered a qi deviation while practicing the Grinding Technique, requiring the blood and bones of his own flesh and blood to heal his injuries. He spoke for a full two hours.
As dawn broke, Leng Wushuang, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "I need to see someone and let them know I'm alright."
Leng Wuqing asked doubtfully, "What about the Baochan Palace?"
"I rushed back in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
Leng Wuqing hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then go and come back quickly."
Leng Wu glanced at the sleeping, shrimp-like figure of Wu Shilang in the distance and said, "Keep an eye on her for me." As he spoke, his gaze swept over Luo Jinfeng with a warning look. "I'll be back soon."
Leng Wuqing nodded with a smile, finding the intense electrical clash between Leng Wushuang and Luo Jinfeng quite amusing.
Chapter Eighteen: Breaking the Mold
When Ishiro woke up, the three of them had already completed all the plans.
“What I’m most worried about now is the fire toad in his hand. I’ve witnessed its power firsthand. Just a drop of its bodily fluid can kill a person.” Leng Wuqing frowned, looking very troubled. “He keeps this poisonous creature close to his body all year round. It’s really not easy to guard against it.”
"You mean that toad?" Isoro scratched his head, his little face flushed from a good nap. "Don't worry, I've already taken care of that problem for you."
She was very proud and recounted her heroic feat of throwing the fire toad away.
The three people opposite him opened and closed their mouths, unable to speak for a long time.
“Fifty-Lang, you truly are the nemesis of those in the martial world.” Leng Wuqing remained silent for a long time before suddenly bursting into laughter, saying, “In this way, things will be much easier.”
What he had always been concerned about was the fire toad. The reason why Leng Yun could not get close to him was largely because the fire toad was his talisman.
"In this way, he can only use 30% of his demonic power. Coupled with his earlier qi deviation, it will be easy to kill him soon." Leng Wuqing sneered, his face contorted with the pain of the past.
"Could you..." Leng Wushuang gritted her teeth and hesitated, "spare his life?"
He didn't have a particularly strong close relationship with his father, and he was also naturally indifferent to worldly affairs. However, whenever he thought of his mother recalling his father with tears streaming down her face, his heart softened, and he couldn't bring himself to be cruel.