Fu Mingxu wanted to persuade her, but when he caught a glimpse of her unusually solemn expression, he knew that saying anything now would be useless. Fortunately, she had Uncle Chang with her and her friend Ashu's royal status, so she should be safe.
However, he couldn't help but ask one more question: "Are you sure that Ah Shu is trustworthy?"
Shen Ange's eyes widened: "Of course!"
Therefore, he couldn't say anything more. Knowing that he had to wait for Ah Shu's injuries to heal before setting off, he thought he could use this time to refine more pills for her just in case.
Upon hearing his plan, Shen Ange gave him a genuine smile: "Mingxu, you're so kind."
Fu Mingxu smiled helplessly: "There's no need for such formalities between friends."
The two were chatting happily when a weak voice rang out from not far away: "An Ge..."
Fu Mingxu turned around and saw the woman who had been unconscious yesterday leaning softly against the door frame. Her red dress made her look alluring, but her face was as pale as snow.
"Why did you run out?" Upon seeing this, Shen Ange walked past him and hurriedly ran over, skillfully helping her inside. "You just woke up, you need to rest properly."
After saying that, he turned to Fu Mingxu and said, "I have already found out that there will be a Demon Flower at the auction today. However, several high-level alchemists are interested in it. I have Uncle Chang bring enough spirit stones so you can go and buy it together."
After she finished speaking, Ah Shu coughed violently a few times, and then Fu Mingxu could only hear her voice faintly.
"Ange, I've gotten your new clothes dirty."
"It's okay, we can just replace it..."
It seems that Shen Ange's mind is currently focused on that demonic royal family. Fu Mingxu noticed that the demonic energy he had seen earlier had been completely contained, though the person was exceptionally weak. Before the demonic source was fully healed, there should be no danger.
Besides, Shen Ange isn't stupid; she can tell right from wrong.
Fu Mingxu stayed here all night and felt he should go out for a walk, and also check if the battle between Han Tao and Immortal Lord Si Yang was still going on.
He found Chang Bo, explained his purpose, put on his veil, and followed him out the door.
As soon as the two stepped out of the formation, Fu Mingxu met a pair of incredibly deep golden eyes.
What's Han Tao doing here?
His brow twitched, and he felt a strange pang of guilt when he met the other person's gaze.
What am I feeling guilty about? Didn't he go to see some acquaintance and then start fighting with Immortal Lord Siyang when he came back? I just didn't want to be watched by others, so I found a place to rest.
Thinking this way, Fu Mingxu suddenly felt very confident.
But when he saw Han Tao walking towards him step by step, those slow steps felt like they were treading on his heart, making him subconsciously swallow.
Realizing his own pathetic state, Fu Mingxu decided to strike first. A sudden inspiration struck him, and he blurted out, "Where is Immortal Lord Siyang?"
The moment his words fell to the ground, Chang Hong felt the temperature around him plummet to freezing.
Han Tao paused, a storm brewing in his golden eyes. He suddenly quickened his pace, not even glancing at anyone else, and grabbed Fu Mingxu's wrist.
"You!" Fu Mingxu only managed to utter one word before he was thrown into the air, startling him so much that he instinctively grabbed the waist of the person beside him.
Chang Hong watched helplessly as the two disappeared from the spot. After his initial shock, he sighed and took the spirit stones from his storage bag to the auction house alone.
Alas, matters between Daoist couples should not be interfered with by others.
He arrived at the auction house without knowing why, and after sitting down and listening to the latest and most explosive gossip, he was surprised to find out why Han Tao had suddenly appeared at the door.
Chang Hong was a little worried about Fu Mingxu, but even with his abilities, he couldn't find any trace of the two. He could only wait patiently for the auction to begin.
Outside the dense forest of the market town, angry curses echoed from the towering tree canopies and branches.
"Han Tao, have you lost your mind? Put me down!" Fu Mingxu was suddenly choked by a mouthful of wind, and when he finally managed to put his feet on solid ground, he found himself standing on a tree branch. His veil had long since fallen off somewhere, and his handsome and refined face was filled with suppressed anger.
He moved and almost fell.
Han Tao swiftly grabbed his waist, causing the tree branches to shake violently. Fu Mingxu felt a jolt of fear, his attention focused solely on the ground far away.
"Put me down!" he shouted angrily.
Han Tao pursed his lips, ignoring what he was hearing.
Fu Mingxu was furious and punched him hard. Hearing the other's gasp, he reflexively asked, "What? Did Immortal Lord Siyang hurt you?"
Before the other party could explain, he gave a cold laugh: "Heh, serves you right."
Han Tao looked down at him, the subtle emotions in his heart turning into an unknown gas as if they had been brewed, making his chest ache.
Looking at the anger blazing in Fu Mingxu's eyes, and seeing him utter words he didn't want to hear, he suddenly felt an urge to shut him up.
He had previously brought him here on a whim, which unintentionally seemed to have made things easier for him.
"Did you hear me?" Fu Mingxu looked up when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his eyes met the unreadable golden eyes.
The underlying color in his eyes was inscrutable, and it seemed as if two flames were flickering within them.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves around them, as if it might blow them off the tree at any moment. Fu Mingxu's heart pounded, as if a rabbit was struggling wildly inside his chest, trying to escape.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was afraid of falling or something else.
"Your heart is beating very fast," Han Tao finally spoke, but his voice was so deep it was unsettling.
Fu Mingxu glared at him and retorted, "I was born with a fast heart rate."
The tree canopy blocked out the sunlight, with only occasional slivers of light falling on the two when the wind blew.
At this moment, Fu Mingxu completely forgot his unfamiliarity and wariness towards Han Tao, and kept refuting the other party, as if he was deliberately covering something up.
But in Han Tao's eyes, the anger in his eyes had dispelled the fog that had been hanging over him all day, revealing a captivating and alluring color within.
The dense foliage isolated the two from the outside world, and only their mutual aura surrounded them.
The hand that had been resting on his waist had a faint caressing feel to it. Fu Mingxu slapped the back of his hand hard, and in the process, he lost his balance and instinctively grabbed the other's clothes, bringing the two even closer together.
"Ugh..." Han Tao bumped into the tree trunk behind him by his movement, and a strange groan came out of his throat.
Just as Fu Mingxu was struggling to speak, his rough fingertips pressed against the other's soft lips.
"Someone's here." Han Tao met his eyes, which were like stars, and felt his burning breath. "Someone's coming."
As soon as he finished speaking, footsteps approached from afar.
If someone sees them...
An embarrassing image suddenly flashed through Fu Mingxu's mind, and he was so frightened that he dared not move, just nervously maintaining his posture.
The wind had stopped sometime ago, and the leaves stayed quietly around, basking in the sunlight.
In the surrounding silence, the sound of their heartbeats grew louder and louder, blending together to create a dizzying melody.
The sound of hurried footsteps came from under the tree. The two people, who were silent, had exceptionally sharp senses. Fu Mingxu could even hear their conversation.
"My dear sister, I've missed you so much."
"Good brother, don't be in such a hurry."
What are all these strange things?
"Don't look." Fu Mingxu's movement of lowering his head was stopped, and the rough fingertips on his lips disappeared, replaced by his eyes being covered by a palm.
But precisely because of this, his hearing became even more acute.
He heard a rustling sound, followed by screams and gasps, filled with impatient indulgence.
Fu Mingxu slowly realized what was coming from under the tree, and immediately froze, too afraid to move.
Under this tree, there was clearly a pair of wild mandarin ducks, oblivious to the world around them, indulging in passionate lovemaking.
For a moment, he didn't know whether it was more embarrassing to encounter this situation in person or to encounter it together with Han Tao.
The warmth of the hand covering his eyes hadn't faded, and Fu Mingxu stood obediently without moving until his ears were finally quiet again, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.
Presumably because the outdoors was too exciting, he estimated that it took the two of them about fifteen minutes to go from passionate to thoroughly satisfied.
"The time is a bit short," he thought.
His eyes regained their light, and Fu Mingxu asked quietly, still worried, "Is it over?"
Han Tao's voice was hoarse: "Just finished."
"That was fast." Fu Mingxu pursed his lips, then suddenly remembered something, "You watched the whole thing?"
There were too many flaws in that statement, and Han Tao didn't know how to respond.
His temples throbbed, and his tightly pursed lips parted slightly: "I don't have that kind of hobby."
Fu Mingxu was taken aback, wondering if he meant he had no hobbies in any particular area.
But none of that matters. The important thing is that the two of them are still embracing.
He felt a bit hot and struggled to get down, saying, "Put me down, it's so hot!"
But Han Tao didn't let go of him. He looked down at him with unfathomable eyes and suddenly pulled him into his arms.
The two were pressed tightly together, and Fu Mingxu felt a burning sensation in his abdomen. He understood everything immediately.
"You pervert!" His porcelain-white cheeks flushed red in an instant, his eyes darting around as if only anger could protect him. "You can even become a pervert in this situation!"
Han Tao's body was like a furnace, seemingly capable of melting him in the next instant.
"It has nothing to do with them." Han Tao felt his blood boiling, and the person in his arms was like a sweet and delicious dessert, tempting him to swallow her whole.
But the snack was clearly frightened by the scene before it and was only eager to escape becoming a dish on a plate.
The scorching breath brushed against his ear, the powerful beast seeming to want to devour him whole. The arm around him was strong and firm, the other man brazenly displaying his unspeakable desire.
Fu Mingxu could only resort to verbal attacks, sarcastically remarking, "That means you lack self-control."
"You're disgusting!"
The hand on his waist tightened suddenly, the burning tension making Fu Mingxu's mouth dry. He licked his lips and deliberately provoked him, saying, "Since you won't admit you're lewd, then let me down."
His response was an increasingly tighter embrace and an ever-burning heat against his abdomen.
Fu Mingxu was enveloped by the fierce dragon's breath, making his body weak and his mind dizzy, yet he could still discern the specific source of the heat.
He was only jolted awake when he clearly felt two slightly different but equally intensely burning spots in his abdomen.
He turned his head to the side, and their lips brushed against each other.
"Silently recite the Pure Heart Sutra." Fu Mingxu turned his head away, not daring to move, but recited it fluently, "Heaven and earth have no gods, my heart is fearless..."
Fifteen minutes later, Han Tao remained unmoved, and Fu Mingxu suddenly felt grateful that he was still standing there unharmed.
He was reciting with a clear mind and bright eyes, then looked up and asked irritably, "Aren't you done yet?"
Han Tao answered him with a tighter hug, her breath heavy: "I'm not that fast."