Chapter 88: The New Female Lead Has Appeared
As Chen An was about to reply, he suddenly felt a shadow fall over him from the front. He looked up and saw Luo Cong’an had approached him at some point, with a faint red light flashing in her eyes. He calmly changed the subject.
After a brief conversation, Chen An got the answer he wanted and rose to take his leave. As he neared the door, a woman’s voice called out from behind him. “Remember to come find me in seven days. I’ll be waiting here, and I’ll take you there then.” The voice was unexpectedly gentle, yet it also seemed to be deliberately hiding something.
After the young man left, Luo Cong’an stood in the yard, unmoving for a long time. A very weak voice echoed in her mind. “I told you someone was chasing us, we need to speed up!” Seeing that the woman still hadn’t moved, the voice grew more urgent, even tinged with a hint of pleading. “Believe me, or you’ll regret it…” Luo Cong’an’s eyes trembled imperceptibly. Her hand, hanging by her side, clenched slightly before suddenly loosening.
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The next day.
Chen An was basking in the sun in his small courtyard as usual. With endless time, he sometimes didn’t know how to fill it. Two sharp knocks sounded at the door. Chen An turned his head slightly, a bit surprised, and looked towards the entrance. The sun was high in its zenith; his roommates should have been in class, and even if one of them had returned, they wouldn’t need to knock.
“Please come in.” As he spoke, the door opened, and a familiar young girl walked in. She was wearing her hair in a high ponytail today, a hairstyle Lin Jingq seemed to favor since arriving at Mount Longhu. Her clothing and attire were otherwise ordinary. The girl held a piece of paper and a pen in her hand. Seeing the young man lying on the chair, she quickly waved and called out, “Chen An.” Meeting someone you wanted to see always improved one’s mood.
Chen An’s narrowed eyes widened slightly. “What is it?” Lin Jingq walked closer and, upon hearing those words, let out a small huff, her tone slightly displeased. “Why are you like my Master? You ask if I need something as soon as I arrive, as if I can’t come to see you if I don’t.” Chen An nodded. “You’re absolutely right, so what do you need?” Lin Jingq pouted and held up her notebook. “I came to ask you some questions.” She then suddenly raised her voice. “Aha, so you really didn’t go to class. I knew it, I couldn’t find you in any of the classrooms.”
Chen An didn’t deny it. “These courses are useless to me, so there’s no need to attend.” He glanced at the girl. “You didn’t go either.” Hearing this, Lin Jingq chuckled. “In fact, I’ve pretty much mastered the basic cultivation knowledge my Master taught. She also told me to focus on my own cultivation.” She paused and continued, “Chen An, do you understand formations?”
“I know some.” The girl’s eyes lit up, thinking her hunch was correct. After all, Chen An was practically omnipotent in her eyes. She half-squatted by the chair, opened her notebook, and looked troubled. “I’ve been attending formation classes these days, but there are many difficult parts that I don’t understand.” As she said this, the small tuft of hair on her head twitched slightly, and she admired her own cleverness. Using this as an excuse was perfectly logical. After all, she was still a girl who cared about her reputation; she couldn’t just say she hadn’t seen him in days and wanted to visit.
“If you have problems, why don’t you ask the teacher?” “Teacher Meng is very fierce. I came to ask you first to see if you understood…” The girl’s voice unconsciously turned a little coquette-ish. Chen An remained in his posture, unmoving. He said, “Then ask.” Although his tone was plain, it inexplicably made Lin Jingq feel at ease.
In the small courtyard, one asked, and the other answered. Chen An’s responses were often like a sharp sword, piercing to the heart of the matter, helping her cut through the difficulties she encountered with clean, decisive strokes. “So amazing…” Although she already knew how capable Chen An was, Lin Jingq couldn’t help but exclaim. Once again, she felt the gap between herself and Chen An.
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The young girl still had some maidenly modesty, so after finishing her questions, she left. However, the courtyard door was soon opened again. A figure stood outside. It was a woman, a woman sculpted with exquisite detail like a work of art. She lowered her head slightly; her black dress was deep and lusterless, and her exposed skin was pale, almost translucent. Most surprisingly, the woman seemed to be standing on the ground, but her feet were actually hovering slightly in the air. Her bare feet, like the rest of her skin, were eerily pale.
The black dress wasn’t too long, and as it swayed, one could see deep black patterns wrapping around her legs, looking like a thin pair of silk stockings from afar. Dark red light flowed along the patterns on her legs, exuding a restless aura. Every movement she made contained a forbidden beauty. Chen An frowned and sat up straight. Since returning to Blue Star, the usually indifferent expression on his face had changed for the second time. The first time, he remembered, was when he encountered the pathological Luo Cong’an. Her overbearing and unreasonable forceful methods had forced him to take her seriously.
This time, it was the unprecedented sense of crisis the woman before him brought. Even a mere glance felt like an onslaught of countless negative emotions. There was ferocity, desire, and fear, all mixed with various other auras, assaulting his mind one by one. If Chen An’s mind wasn’t exceptionally firm, anyone else would have been driven to idiocy by this aura. Such a complex and evil aura made Chen An feel strangely familiar. He couldn’t help but turn his head to look in the direction of Luo Cong’an’s residence.
And at that precise moment, when he turned back, he saw the woman, who had been quietly floating, suddenly raise her head. Crimson blood-red light flickered in her eyes. Instantly, twelve massive, pitch-black wings unfurled from behind her. They blotted out the sun, and the entire sky suddenly grew dim. The negative aura emanating from the woman seemed to reach its peak at this moment. She was like a collection of extreme dark emotions, a materialized embodiment.
In the young man’s slightly dilated pupils, the image of the woman rapidly approaching was reflected. Chen An wanted to dodge, but her speed was too great. If he were at his peak, he could have easily evaded her. But he wasn’t that strong now. Thus, the two inevitably collided. However, the imagined pain didn’t come; instead, there was an unimaginably soft and ethereal sensation. The woman had stopped herself perfectly, gently yet firmly drawing the young man into her embrace. The woman spoke, her voice trembling slightly. “Priest, don’t you remember me?” Chen An fell silent. He wondered, had he seen this scene somewhere before?
(End of Chapter)
