Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, outer sect.
Within the estate of Qinglian Fairy.
[Attention, you have been marked.]
Panel prompts popped up.
Marked? What does that mean?
This sudden reminder left Wen Zhixing somewhat baffled. However, the panel prompts had no further follow-up.
"Wen Zhixing, how are you? How’s the injury?"
Before Wen Zhixing had time to ponder, Murong Fenghua had already rushed to his side.
"I’m fine. Thanks to Qinglian Fairy’s help, I’m out of danger now," Wen Zhixing said, regaining his composure. He nodded, careful not to reveal anything unusual.
"That’s good." Murong Fenghua appeared concerned about Wen Zhixing, but the corner of her eye kept drifting towards Qinglian Fairy.
She then turned her head, looked straight at Qinglian Fairy, and said, "Qinglian, thank you so much for this."
"Mm, it’s a small matter."
Facing Murong Fenghua’s direct gaze, Qinglian Fairy, for the first time, wanted to look away. Her moist eyes seemed to drift, and their gazes didn’t meet. Qinglian Fairy felt somewhat guilty.
How should I put this? she wondered. Although nothing substantial happened between Wen Zhixing and me, the primordial yang aura in my body genuinely merged with his Yang Qi. Facing Murong Fenghua now, I feel strangely as if I’ve been unfaithful, even though there’s really nothing between us.
"Huh?" Murong Fenghua’s eyes flickered. With her keen observation, she immediately noticed something was off.
Previously, Qinglian Fairy couldn’t wait to fix her gaze on her, but this time, she didn’t dare to meet her eyes.
Something really is going on! Murong Fenghua thought. Moreover, Qinglian Fairy is faintly exuding the unique charm of a mature woman. That doesn’t just happen for no reason.
As a woman herself, she naturally noticed these subtle changes.
Could it be true? Did Qinglian really give herself to him? Murong Fenghua’s eyebrows raised slightly as she glanced sideways at Wen Zhixing. Impressive, young man. So, something did happen.
That glance revealed another detail: though Wen Zhixing and Qinglian Fairy had emerged one after the other, Qinglian Fairy didn’t deliberately create distance when he approached her. This would have been nearly impossible in the past. Only Li Juncheng could get close to Qinglian Fairy; no one else could get that near.
Very well, Murong Fenghua mused. There might be hope for me yet.
"Fenghua, I put in a lot of effort this time."
Just then, Qinglian Fairy regained her composure, returning to her usual demeanor. She laughed lightly. "How will you thank me?"
As she spoke, her exposed, slender white hands reached straight for Murong Fenghua. From an angle no one else could see, one hand lightly brushed Murong Fenghua’s pert bottom.
"Ugh..." Murong Fenghua’s body stiffened, and her face paled for an instant.
As expected, she thought. I celebrated too soon. That woman wouldn’t change her ways so quickly.
"Qinglian, you saved Wen Zhixing. If anyone should thank you, it’s him. Or, how about I just give him to you?" Murong Fenghua said jokingly, promptly selling Wen Zhixing out.
Meanwhile, her hand moved as if to inadvertently block Qinglian Fairy’s. They pushed and yielded, starting a playful struggle.
"A smelly man? What’s there to want in him?" A look of disgust flashed in Qinglian Fairy’s eyes as her restless hand stealthily roamed Murong Fenghua’s back.
"..." Murong Fenghua found herself struggling to fend her off.
This won’t do, she thought. I need to get out of here, fast!
Who marked me? Wen Zhixing was still preoccupied with the notification about being marked. His gaze swept over everyone present, but he failed to notice the interaction between the two women.
Who could have marked me? There are only three people here, so it must be one of them.
But upon closer inspection, Wen Zhixing found nothing abnormal about his body. There was no trace of any mark on or in him.
Could it be that the cultivation gap is too large for me to perceive it? he frowned.
"Wen, Fairy Murong, I was rash this time." At that moment, Li Juncheng stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "I am ashamed that my actions injured you." His attitude seemed sincere.
"It’s alright, no harm done." Wen Zhixing, snapping back to reality, waved his hand and said with a generous smile, "This isn’t your fault, Li." The most update n0vels are published on novel·fire.net
"Wen, I hope these items can express my apology." Li Juncheng stepped forward, a Storage Ring appearing in his hand. This Storage Ring flashed with spiritual light; it was clearly a high-grade item.
"How could I accept this?" Wen Zhixing said politely, but he reached out with both hands, accepted it, and promptly put it on.
[Storage Ring]: Blue Quality, 200 cubic meters of storage space, unable to store living entities, no other special functions.
[Consume 1,000 Fortune Points to upgrade to Purple Quality.]
[Current Fortune Points: 100.]
Not bad, Wen Zhixing nodded to himself. Much larger than the 48-square-meter studio apartment I had in my past life.
Upon examining it with his spiritual sense, he found quite a few treasures inside. Li Juncheng’s sincerity pleased him greatly.
Seeing Wen Zhixing accept the items, Li Juncheng smiled with satisfaction and added, "Wen, there’s a Message Jade Talisman inside. If you need anything, feel free to contact me. We can get to know each other better in the future."
"Hahaha, thank you! Definitely, definitely." Wen Zhixing returned the gesture with a cupped fist salute.
Li Juncheng smiled and nodded, then said no more. He didn’t directly invite Wen Zhixing to join the Purple Cloud Divine Sect.