Chapter 240: Since You’re Here, Let’s Sleep First
“You are Mu Siniang, Mu Wuniang’s reasoning is not allowed!” Luo Cong’an said without thinking, directly rejecting her. What a joke! How long has she been looking for Mister, and she hasn’t achieved the accomplishment of sleeping in the same bed yet, how could she let others get ahead? She crossed her arms, saying coldly, “Not to mention I don’t agree, Mister won’t agree either.” She raised her chin. “Is Mister that kind of casual person?” After all, when it came to charm, Luo Cong’an was fully confident. Even her several attempts at misconduct were sternly rejected, so Mister’s nature was self-evident. This statement resonated with Eileen. She remembered that although the man always spoke of “Judgment” and “Training” back then, he never took advantage of them. Thinking back now, she felt he was just intentionally scaring them. As she thought of this, Eileen suddenly felt a tremor in her heart. She knew it was the call from the Divine Kingdom. The woman quietly lowered her eyes, a thought flashing through her mind. In the current situation, it seemed Selina would be more effective… As long as her sisters worked together, who could be their match? While she was fantasizing, the girl on the other side spoke. She frowned slightly, saying something astonishing. “But I’ve always slept like this with Younger Brother.” Her matter-of-fact expression did not seem fake. The atmosphere in the courtyard paused. Her light green Daoist robe fluttered without wind, and the hair tied behind her head inexplicably began to ripple. Luo Cong’an lowered her head, her three-foot sword faintly appearing and disappearing in the dim night. In an instant, boundless spiritual energy surged towards this place, almost sucking half the mountain dry. The violent spiritual power spontaneously formed a spiritual energy tide that swept across the sky, as if it would explode at any moment. This time, she seemed to be truly angry. “Mister, is it really like this?” The woman still lowered her head, her hand holding the sword already trembling slightly. “Mister, why are you so biased…” Before the young man could answer, the ghostly whisper continued. Chen An’s heart skipped a beat, his spiritual sense, from having been a Mahayana cultivator, was screaming a warning. He took a deep breath and pulled back Mu Sanniang, who was eager to try. “Cong’an, it’s not what you think,” “Back then, Sanniang and I were both young, it was unavoidable.” Hearing this, the girl’s light blue eyes turned, her thin lips parted, and she was about to retort. Fortunately, Chen An quickly covered her mouth and whispered in her ear. Thus, the girl’s crystal-clear earlobes were slowly tinged with a blush, and she stopped talking. This newly vacated courtyard was thus spared. Luo Cong’an, after all, still had her reason. She knew that if the stalemate continued, it would only make Mister difficult. Since she had received the answer she wanted, she snorted coldly and changed the subject, “Oh? Then it seems Mister is better after growing up, whether he combs my hair or paints my eyebrows, he is surprisingly gentle.” Her deliberately delicate tone echoed throughout the annex. Chen An’s expression froze, feeling that the atmosphere, which had just begun to ease, had suddenly become solid again. Beside him, he felt the girl’s death stare. The slight shyness she had originally had was gone, replaced by her fixed gaze on the young man. She whispered, “Younger Brother has never done these things for me…” Chen An was speechless, feeling that the peaceful days he desired were likely over. In the sky, there was a bright new moon. The night was as dark as ink, and it had already enveloped everything at some point. He sighed, “Sanniang is joking. You have always been simple and unadorned, and never bothered with such things. How can there be talk of combing hair or painting eyebrows…” It was barely an explanation, not really an explanation… Whether the girl accepted this explanation or not was unclear. She merely glanced at Chen An indifferently and quieted down. This invisible contest seemed to have finally come to an end. Chen An felt a bit weary, and the jumbled memories in his mind were even more chaotic. He sighed and looked towards Eileen, who had remained silent. The woman kept her head slightly bowed, her black dress blending into the night, and he didn’t know what she was thinking. In any case, it was fortunate that she hadn’t jumped out to cause trouble at this moment, which made Chen An feel quite relieved. “Since you’re here, then…” “Let’s sleep first.” The young man looked up at the sky, his tone a little helpless. … … Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master’s Mansion. Tonight, the lights were brilliant. Rows of purple robes, symbolizing nobility, flickered in the lamplight. Since ancient times, there has been the saying “purple energy comes from the east,” so Taoism has always revered purple. The purple robes were embroidered with pagodas and cranes, outlined in gold thread, and the long sleeves were also adorned with paintings of the sun, moon, and stars, making them extremely exquisite. Those who could wear such Daoist robes on Mount Longhu were all highly esteemed and deeply cultivated individuals. They usually secluded themselves on the mountain to cultivate in peace. Yet tonight, so many purple robes appeared at once, gathered together. The leader, with white hair and a youthful spirit, flicked his whisk and said in a deep voice, “What happened on the back mountain today must not be spread. Please keep it in your hearts.” He was naturally referring to the phenomenon caused by Luo Cong’an’s fight with someone. Below the stage, Meng Mao stood in the furthest corner, quietly communicating with the Senior Brother beside him. Although they were the leaders of Longhu Mountain’s younger generation on the surface, in front of these influential figures, they could only stand at the back. “Senior Brother, how is the investigation of the previous mountain anomaly and the evil cultivators’ disturbance coming along?” The tall figure did not turn around as usual, but a faint reply slowly came. “The riot of wild beasts has not yet yielded results, but there is some news about the evil cultivators.” Meng Mao’s spirits were lifted. After cultivating for decades, they finally had true abilities due to the spiritual energy revival. Who wouldn’t want to try if their three-foot sword could slay demons and monsters? Although they were not like those brutes from Mount Qingcheng who only knew how to swing their swords, they could throw talismans! It was safe, exciting, and the special effects looked good. Well, the most important thing was that it was elegant enough. The tall figure seemed to sense his thoughts and reminded him, “Evils are not to be trifled with. You should cast aside your impatience, lest you perish for nothing.” Although the man’s voice was faint, it had a calming effect, immediately making Meng Mao’s heart tremble, and his mind became much clearer. When he looked up again, admiration and awe flashed in Meng Mao’s eyes. He thought that Senior Brother was indeed Senior Brother, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and should be a role model for them. “Senior Brother’s words are well taken, Meng Mao has learned his lesson.” After speaking, he thought of something and then asked curiously in a low voice, “Senior Brother, I met Sister Luo from Mount Qingcheng today, but my eyesight is poor, and I can’t tell her realm. Do you know?” “Oh.” A faint response soon came. Meng Mao waited for a long time, but there was no follow-up. He scratched his head, a little bewildered, but he didn’t dare to ask further. Senior Brother didn’t say anything, naturally, he had his reasons. He figured it was probably for his own good, after all, knowing too much sometimes was not necessarily a good thing. While pondering, Meng Mao saw the man take out a mobile phone from his Daoist robe and hand it to him. Meng Mao took it and heard him say, “The information and whereabouts of the rampaging evil cultivators are all in the phone. Take it back and study it. When the official notification arrives, you can set off.” “Oh, and remember to notify your third Senior Brother. You two will go together.” Meng Mao dutifully responded and casually opened the phone to take a look. On it, four prominent red characters were very conspicuous. “Blood Fiend Old Ancestor.”
