Her words still echoed in his ears. He had to admit that their 'marriage' was merely a formality. They were from two different worlds and their paths were different. This problem could be solved with a simple letter of divorce. However, it seemed that whether she was secretly opposing him in the Bai family or he saw her being unruly and disobedient in the Demonic Sect, he had never considered the words "divorce".
Why not? A simple letter of divorce could solve so many problems, couldn't it? But he hadn't considered it, nor did he intend to. Was he gradually being bewitched by these "demons"...?
"Ning Xian," Du Cisheng approached, still smiling gently, "Leave Young Master Bai's safety to me. You can go do your work." His smile seemed to float on his face, gentle and faint, thin as mist, yet it concealed what lay behind it. Ning Xian didn't notice him, said "Thank you," and flew back to the tower.
Bai Mo noticed his smile. Although he had seen countless people in the business world, he still couldn't understand his smile—it seemed as if the smile contained a lot of things, yet also as if it contained nothing at all.
Before this, he only regarded him as Ning Xian's friend, and even though there were repeated, subtle obstacles, he didn't think much of it...
"Excuse me, but may I ask... what is your relationship with Ning Xian?"
Ci Sheng paused slightly, the faint smile on her lips remaining unchanged, and replied politely, "I... am 'her person'." Seeing Bai Mo's surprise, he said calmly, "That's all." Then he focused on observing the situation around Ning Xian.
Why did he say that...? Even Du Cisheng himself didn't know. In the past, he was very clear about what he was doing. He was the second young master of Wen Ningping's gang, clear-headed and always calm and methodical in his actions. But now, he was increasingly unsure of what he was doing or what he was saying.
What kind of development and outcome does he ultimately want by staying here?
Bai Mo wouldn't understand his thoughts. His mind was slightly confused, and he had no intention of thinking about the meaning behind his words—he wanted to dispel his earlier doubts. Living a carefree life was indeed not bad, but he couldn't just watch her fall into such a state! A wooden kite—of course, that person was definitely not a good choice; even now, thinking back to what happened that night—he could still tell himself he had no right to criticize her for pursuing her own happiness. But now there was Du Cisheng. If things continued like this…
— Fainting.
...
A portal suddenly opened, separating the inner and outer worlds. Aside from those atop the tower, no one could witness the bloody carnage unfolding outside. This chaotic scene, revealed in an instant, was all due to the appearance of one person.
Ning Xian remembered the cult leader and Mu Yuan saying that it had taken several years to wear down his ferocity. The Asura demon of yesteryear had long since plucked its horns and fangs, now coldly aloof from the crowd. Ning Xian raised an eyebrow at the scene below. Was this considered restraint? What did he plan to do if he didn't restrain himself?
The aloof and arrogant Feng naturally disdained dealing with those lackeys. After dealing with the main force, he handed over the rest of the mess to others. He looked up and met Ning Xian's gaze.
He leaped up and landed beside Ning Xian, coldly saying, "What, you can't stand it?"
"I wouldn't dare. I'm overwhelmed with gratitude that Lord Feng has condescended to come all this way." Ning Xian scoffed and added, "I invited you here for the sake of the Netherworld Sect, not for my personal matters. Don't think that you've settled your debt to me so easily."
Feng suddenly gave a seemingly ambiguous smile, a faint sense of relief that startled Ning Xian. She felt herself enveloped in his shadow. A drop of cold water dripped from his hair onto her clothes. She looked up, noticing his wet hair, and wondered if he had rushed out of the shower—but then he suddenly leaned down, his lips lightly brushing against Ning Xian's bewildered lips—
"No rush, pay it back slowly." The voice was still cold, but the volume was lowered, and the sound around the ear was like a cold caress, making one's heart skip a beat.
Ning Xian was stunned, frozen in place as Feng brushed past him.
Perhaps she wasn't the only one petrified—this was happening in broad daylight, in front of everyone, and—her husband was right below the tower. Feng, with a light brush against Ning Xian's lips, strode away.
Du Cisheng glanced at Bai Mo, who was completely petrified beside her, smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You'll get used to it."
—After Bai Mo's mind cleared from the chaos, his first thought was: The third one! He had to stop Ning Xian from going further down this path before things got out of control!!
Chapter 40 Phoenix Playing in the Water
The touch of the brush against my lips was cool and soft, carrying a faint scent of blood from the other person... Every time I think about it, that faint scent of blood makes my heart pound.
—But what is truly unsettling, is it the smell of blood, or those cool, soft lips?
Ning Xian still couldn't understand why he did this. And why was his hair so wet? Was he washing his hair or taking a shower? Was he in such a hurry that he came out without drying his hair?
(Duanxian, when will you be able to focus on the important points when you think about things?)
A man who refused to be her lover actually kissed her? — Clearly, this was a "kiss," not a "repayment of a debt," nor could it be considered an accidental touch.
This kiss clearly confirmed the rumors of her affair with Feng. She decided to "think it over behind closed doors" to avoid being seen as a "traitor" and beaten so badly that even her own parents wouldn't recognize her if she went out.
"Gurgle..." The rumbling in her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten for two meals since the kissing incident... Peeking through the crack in the window, it seemed Ci Sheng hadn't returned yet. This person was going a little too far in "taking care" of Young Master Bai...? He usually stayed in his room all day, but now he was nowhere to be seen...
With no other option, she had to sneak into the kitchen to find something to eat.
Ning Xian covered herself from head to toe with a bed sheet and sneaked out of the room. However, before she even got close to the kitchen, she saw a chair blocking the doorway, and sitting on it was none other than the Gandharva King, who hated Meiren Feng with a vengeance. She cried out in despair. Did this man really need to know her so well that he even cut off her escape route?
Just as he was about to turn around and slip away to find another way, the Gandharva suddenly stood up, twitched her nose, and said, "Ning Xian is nearby! Search him!"
...This guy has a dog's nose!?
Ning Xian fled in a panic. Last time, it was just a rumor, but the Gandharva was already fierce and menacing. This time, the rumor that she was having an affair with "Phoenix of Bliss", and that "Phoenix who wore red and looked as good as him", was confirmed. If she fell into his hands, would she have any chance of survival?
The Gandharva's men searched for a long time without finding anything and had to report back empty-handed. The Gandharva wrinkled her nose slightly and muttered, "This shouldn't be... I couldn't have been mistaken... This guy got away quickly!"
A burst of laughter erupted behind her. Kinnara, wiping her greasy hands from her recent snack, emerged from the kitchen—though her original intention was to watch how the Gandharva caught people, she figured she had nothing better to do, and the cooks in the Netherworld had recently improved their skills. "Hey Gandharva, what are you planning to do with Broken String? You can't even eat her, and she's a second-hand woman who's been married before—"
"A secondhand woman managed to hook up with that invulnerable and impervious-to-water-fire-and-sword-and-spear-invite Feng! If she falls into my hands, unless she can make Feng never wear red clothes again, including changing the color of the patterns on his white robes that are part of the Blissful Heaven's regulations, I'll teach her a lesson about what happens to those who dare to betray their own people and have an affair with the Blissful Heaven!"
"Aren't these Gandharvas going too far...?"
“That’s right.” Two other voices came from the roof. Gandharva and Kinnara looked up and saw that Rahu Ketu was also sitting on the roof to join in the fun.
"I never imagined that Ning Xian could actually hook up with Feng!"
"Yeah, that Ms. Feng is always so cold and arrogant, always ignoring people, yet she actually helped fight off the Xuanlang Sect—"
Speaking of this, Gandharva and Kinnara were even more annoyed. They had originally thought that since the Gandharva didn't go out to help, they should simply let the Xuanlang Sect break through the gate and preferably even storm the main altar to give their pig-headed leader a good harassment. But Feng and Yulin had messed everything up.
"The main problem now isn't Feng, but that Bai Dutang, isn't it?" Kinnara hit the nail on the head. Who was it that put them under house arrest? Who was it that made the entire sect roll their eyes at the precepts? Compared to that, Ning Xian and Feng Xiaoxiao's private affair is nothing at all.
The Gandharva narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Then let's 'invite' him away so we can live our lives normally."
"It's easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away. This great white god won't leave on his own now, and he even has the leader's orders. What can we do?"
"Who says there's no way?" Gandharva smiled sweetly, and Kinnara and the two people on the roof immediately perked up. "You have a way?"
"Why did the Great God Bai stay in the Netherworld?"
"Why... of course it's for Ning Xian."