The Journey of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 1242: Chapter 634: To Love Is to Entrap (Part 3)

Her face flushed, and she lightly inclined her delicate head.

"Then why didn’t you answer Jin Wuhuan truthfully?" He fixed his gaze tightly on her, wanting to catch every nuance of her reaction.

In fact, even now, Ning Xiaoxian herself did not know why she hadn’t told Jin Wuhuan the truth. Even if she had spoken frankly, with the might of Fengtian Prefecture, Jishi Building might not be able to avenge this blood-debt; at most it would have ruined one temporary matter of Miluo’s. She had covered it up for him, and it really was much ado about nothing.

How was she supposed to put it? Ning Xiaoxian gave a bitter smile. "Even if I told him the truth, he would still bear a grudge against me. After all, I’ve learned Jin Manyi’s... disgrace, which means I also know of Jishi Building’s stain." If this had happened in the Demon Sect, then there would have been no problem at all. As one of Hidden Stream’s two former Great Chiefs, didn’t Jiu Mo also often change his boy-toys back in those years? Demons were usually much more uninhibited. Humans, however, had to be far more reserved—especially within an Immortal Sect like Jishi Building, where the family patriarchal rules were famously strict. If the beloved daughter of the Sect Leader were exposed in such a scandal, it could even affect Jin Wuhuan’s image as Sect Leader.

So if an outsider like Ning Xiaoxian knew about Jin Manyi secretly taking a man, Jin Wuhuan would definitely want to kill to silence her, but she was a Hidden Flow Elder; to strike at her was extremely difficult. If not for the special circumstances within Bai Yujing, Jin Wuhuan would have had no way to force her into a deadly situation. From this angle, whether she named the killer or not, Jin Wuhuan would never be all smiles and cordiality toward her.

"Is that all it is?" Miluo stared at her, speaking softly. "In your heart, you also wished to shield me somewhat, didn’t you?" She could die for Changtian, and she could also block Jin Wuhuan’s demand for revenge on his behalf—didn’t that mean, in her heart, he too was somewhat different from the rest?

This demon had snow-white hair and crimson eyes, born with an aura of seductive glamour. His beauty was in no way inferior to Changtian’s. Looking at someone with such deep affection in his gaze could make any woman under Heaven blush, heartbeat racing, utterly at a loss.

Ning Xiaoxian only spared him a glance before hastily lowering her head, secretly grumbling. She had originally been a face-connoisseur; wherever there were handsome men, her eyes would follow. But after Changtian appeared, for the sake of her own life and the safety of others, whenever she saw other beautiful men she wanted to take a detour. She truly had suffered a great loss there.

She steadied herself, then said firmly, "No!"

Under Miluo’s slightly startled gaze, she went on, "You helped me many times before. How could one repay kindness with enmity? It’s just that those debts of gratitude, I already repaid with my life inside Bai Yujing. From that moment on, we are even, owing each other nothing."

She herself was deeply in love with one person; how could she not understand this fox demon’s feelings for her? It was just that she had always been selfish and petty: her feelings were like a cookie the size of a fingertip—once given to one person, there was none left for a second. Since she demanded that Changtian remain constant to her, she too had to be single-hearted toward Changtian to the very end. That was the pact between the two of them.

No matter how good Miluo was, he absolutely was not hers!

She said, "Those debts of gratitude are henceforth cleared, we owe each other nothing"! Was she trying to sever everything with one stroke of the blade?

Those debts of gratitude.

She could forget; how could he? Miluo slowly closed his eyes, hiding away all his thoughts. The feelings he’d had when he heard news of her death—that third time in his life he had tasted such unprecedented sorrow—how could he ever forget?

Though his eyes were shut, she still stood there vividly within the sweep of his Divine Thought: snow-pale skin, a face like a blossom, a slender, graceful figure. Today she had gathered all her long hair up, exposing that white, tender neck like a swan gazing at its reflection by a lake. Her head lowered slightly; on that palm-sized little face, her nose was delicate and straight, her curled lashes trembling lightly like the flutter of butterfly wings.

Miluo knew that though she looked dainty and charming, she was absolutely not some fragile beauty. This girl was as strong as the clumps of tough bamboo in the courtyard of Tongleng House. In these few years that had passed, she had transformed astonishingly fast; the more she changed, the more deeply he fell for her.

If, back then by the little riverbank, he had followed that faint tremor in his heart and taken her away, then she would have belonged to him long ago. There would never have been this Shaking Heaven God like a chasm between them, impossible to cross. It truly was strange—he had always done things as he pleased; why, back then, had he not followed his own heart?

Heh, if only. This was the first time he had regretted like this. The first time they met again, three years later, she was about to become another man’s bride.

With Miluo’s eyesight, he could see at a glance that she was no longer untouched. Between the lift of her hands and the sway of her steps, she was slowly acquiring the charm of a mature woman. There was still the same nimble spirit in her glances, but in the depths of her eyes there was now a faint, soul-snaring allure. After she and Changtian had been together, that special physique of hers—born with Inner Charm—could no longer be completely concealed. No wonder the Shaking Heaven God watched over her so closely.