Damn it, he had misspoken again.
Although clumsy with words, the girl in front of him had always been perceptive.
After his words, silence fell for a moment, leaving only the breeze to circle around the beams.
She looked at him, her tone somewhat unfriendly:
"Xu Yuan, what do you mean? Do you think I’m just dangling carrots in front of you?"
Xu Yuan stood his ground, his expression solemn:
"No, don’t think like that, how could I possibly."
he suddenly let out a light laugh: "The main thing is your master, you know, what if he confiscates this ghost blade, then it wouldn’t..."
"She doesn’t know about this."
Tianyan’s young face was still somewhat angry as she coldly glanced at the man before her: "I didn’t mention much about what happened in the Illusionary Realm to her, I just simply told her about you and me."
Xu Yuan rose from the meditation cushion, walked around the tea tray, and sat down beside the girl, his cheek drawing slightly closer:
Before he could finish, Tianyan pushed his cheek away with her hand, her clear voice tinged with disdain:
"Don’t pull that with me."
"What’s this pulling?"
Xu Yuan spoke softly, reaching out to pull her weak resistance down, and successfully held the girl’s soft, smooth hand in his palm.
Without resistance....
A hint of amusement flashed through his heart.
Although the girl before him said this, deep down, she was actually quite willing to be cajoled by him.
A tsundere through and through~
Xu Yuan hooked the girl’s palm with his fingertip, chuckling: "Aren’t I just admitting my mistake to you now?"
Tianyan felt his movement and turned back to glare at him:
"You just don’t trust me, you never really trusted me."
Xu Yuan held her small hand with one hand while the other effortlessly looped around her other shoulder:
"If I didn’t trust you, how could I have let you stay by my side in that Illusionary Realm?"
Being pulled into his embrace, Tianyan’s icy expression softened slightly, but she still spoke coldly:
"You’re just pretending now, aren’t you?"
"You’ve said before that all you have are memory fragments separated by a thick cloth, devoid of emotions."
But soon after, he softly said:
"You’re not wrong in saying that... ouch, lighter!"
Before his words were finished, the small hand he was holding clenched slightly, and the bones of his Soul Condensation Realm hand made a cracking sound on the spot.
However, the pain was momentary, and as soon as the girl realized her lapse, she quickly released her grip, pouting:
"What are you upset about?"
Looking at her aggrieved expression, Xu Yuan felt a touch of tenderness in his heart and said with a smile: "Now that the Celestial Fates Divine Soul is beginning to take shape, it won’t be difficult to comprehend the secret techniques of the divine soul that you left in my mind."
Xu Yuan deliberately heaved a sigh:
"When that time comes, I’ll naturally remember everything about the Illusionary Realm. But you, you can’t even wait that bit of time?"
Tianyan’s heart felt an inexplicable urgency, raising her resplendent, picturesque golden pupils, her thin lips lightly pressed:
"I... That’s not what I meant, it’s just... I’m just a bit disappointed, that’s all."
Xu Yuan dropped the idea of continuing to tease the girl in his arms, patted her head, and said softly: "I was just saying, for now, put away that ghost blade."
Tianyan nodded obediently, reaching out to take it, but Xu Yuan suddenly stopped her: "Wait."
Tianyan’s delicate hand paused mid-air, her eyes showing a trace of confusion.
Xu Yuan stared at the ancient ghost blade on the tea table, a slightly mad thought began to wander in his mind.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "Tianyan, has the ghost blade’s Primeval Spirit from the Thousand-Thorn Ghost Willow dissipated?"
Tianyan blinked her eyes, somewhat puzzled, yet responded: "But its consciousness has been erased."
Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow: "Because of that possession incident in the Sword Casting Valley?"
Tianyan nodded: "That should be it, but what are you asking for?"
Xu Yuan said nothing, released Tianyan from his embrace, got up, and paced back and forth a few times in the chamber.
he glanced sideways at the ghost blade on the tea table, licking his lips:
"Tianyan, I’m thinking... of devouring part of this Saint Level Yin Ghost’s Primeval Spirit to acquire the characteristics of a Saint Level Yin Ghost."