Chapter 231 Missed Opportunity (Part Two)

"I can, senior brother, you should go out first."

Luo Mingchuan was silent for a moment before speaking, "I'll put you in the bath first before I leave."

Lu Fuyue refused again: "No need, I can manage on my own."

The surrounding space suddenly fell silent, and some cold air blew in through the unclosed wooden window.

Luo Mingchuan frowned slightly, subtly turning to shield her from the cold wind with his body, then strode forward with the person in his arms, saying, "You and I are Daoist partners who were bound together under the witness of heaven and earth, it is perfectly legitimate, why be so formal?"

He felt that his wife was acting unusually today.

Lu Fuyue opened her mouth, subconsciously wanting to retort, but her mind began to scramble, unable to distinguish between day and night. She could only let the man carry her step by step down the steps into the bath.

The warm spring water soaked the two of them, leaving only their white undergarments. These garments were already extremely thin, and when soaked in water, the shimmering white cleavage beneath was faintly visible.

Upon seeing this, the man behind him suddenly became more rapid in his breathing, a hint of desire appearing in his eyes. He held the person in his arms tightly, as if trying to melt them into his bones, and his body underwent a noticeable change, becoming as hot as the blazing sun.

Lu Fuyue was startled awake by this sudden change. Her thoughts gradually became clearer. She hurriedly lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She tried to push the man on top of her with her hands, but for some reason, her strength seemed to have disappeared. She was not even as strong as an ordinary mortal woman.

After trying and realizing she couldn't push him away, she unconsciously bit her lip tightly, a sense of resistance rising within her. "Senior brother, no..."

Luo Mingchuan paused in his act of lowering his head to kiss her, his lips almost touching the delicate nose of the woman in his arms, a faint fragrance surrounding him. He couldn't resist falling down, but with great restraint, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

He asked, "Did I hurt you last night?"

"Or are you saying you're unwilling?"

Lu Fuyue turned to the side to avoid the kiss, which missed its mark and landed on her earlobe, where a warm sensation came from.

Both of them were taken aback.

After a moment, Lu Fuyue came to her senses and thought about it carefully. It seemed that she really was unwilling.

Although she and her senior brother are now officially a couple, a voice in her heart is vaguely telling her that she cannot do this.

Seeing this, Luo Mingchuan's eyes flashed with disappointment. He forcibly suppressed his desire, released his hand from her waist, and then carefully straightened her disheveled clothes.

Finally, he looked away from her and got up to leave the bath.

"I will be gentler in the future, and I will never do it like last night again."

The sound of rushing water rose in the extremely quiet inner room, inexplicably stirring up a sense of unease.

Luo Mingchuan lifted the layers of beaded curtains and left the room. "You take a bath here. I'll get you some clean clothes."

...

Lu Fuyue watched his departing figure, remaining silent for a long time, the strange sense of unease in her heart growing stronger.

A moment later, she lowered her eyes, took off her clothes and began to take a bath, wanting to wash away all the marks on her body. However, the harder she rubbed, the more the marks became, and the clearer the scene of her entanglement with him last night became.

After bathing for an unknown amount of time, Lu Fuyue leaned against the stone wall of the bath, raising her hand to wash her body with the spiritual spring water. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her, her hand paused, and she immediately guessed who it was.

The clothes she had taken off earlier were already soaked in water, and even if she tried to put them back on, it would probably backfire. So Lu Fuyue subtly shrank her body a few inches into the hot spring.

At that moment, warm fingertips, slightly cool, suddenly landed on Lu Fuyue's neck, gently rubbing and circling it.

Her body trembled slightly, but she didn't say anything.

Luo Mingchuan keenly noticed her change, and his usually indifferent eyes softened, while his movements became gentler.

He chuckled, "This is a plaster personally made by Master. It's good for these marks on your body. There are some areas you can't reach, so I'll apply it for you."

Lu Fuyue's drooping eyelashes trembled, her hand hidden underwater clenched slightly, and she remained silent.

The atmosphere around them gradually became ambiguous.

However, just as the large hand behind her was moving lower and lower, Lu Fuyue's eyes suddenly changed, and she pulled the person from the shore into the bath, causing water to splash everywhere.

Before Luo Mingchuan could react, a dagger that appeared out of nowhere pierced his skin and then forcefully penetrated his heart.

He stared blankly down at the dagger embedded in his chest, then looked up at Lu Fuyue in disbelief. His lips moved, but he could only utter a few words, "Why?"

Large swathes of blood flowed from his chest, staining the water in the bathtub red, as if a woman's bright red wedding dress was rippling in the water.

The cold wind blowing in from outside the window made it even more biting.

Lu Fuyue's expression remained unchanged. Without any hesitation, she stood up from the bath, went ashore, picked up the clean clothes placed beside her, and put them on. She said calmly, "Because all of this is just an illusion."

As soon as he said this, the surrounding space cracked open inch by inch. Before the shock on Luo Mingchuan's face had faded, he turned into pieces and disappeared into the air.

After Lu Fuyue finished dressing, she stood still and waited quietly for the illusions to disappear.

An illusion is still an illusion. Even if you can control her body and memories, you can't control her heart.

All of this was just a test.

Little did they know, inside a certain cave...

The man in black, who was meditating in seclusion, suddenly frowned, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat. His expression changed slightly, and he abruptly opened his eyes, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He just... seemed to have dreamt that he and Junior Sister Lu became Daoist partners...

But how is that possible?

The scene changed, and suddenly the world spun around.

Lu Fuyue reappeared inside the Netherworld Cave, meditating and refining the Netherworld Divine Fire.

However, since the Netherworld Divine Fire had entered her body, and she already possessed two other divine fires within her, and the cultivation technique she practiced was not a Netherworld technique, it was several times more difficult for her to refine the Netherworld Divine Fire than for ordinary cultivators.

The temperature inside the cave rose higher and higher, and the surrounding chill had long since dissipated. Even the imprisoned ghosts were trembling, fearing that the Netherworld Fire might accidentally fall on them.

A mournful, sobbing sound rose from the cave, while a fierce wind howled outside.

Lu Fuyue's face gradually turned pale. She had just successfully passed the first test set by the Netherworld Divine Fire, which had already consumed a lot of her energy. However, the refining process was the main event now.

She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and formed hand seals. A ball of azure spiritual energy and a ball of golden-red spiritual energy moved back and forth in her hands, and countless golden runes appeared around her, enveloping her.