After Cutting Off Love And Emotions, I Was Pestered By The Demon Sect’s Enchantress - Chapter 37

The cool jade token lay in the palm of her hand. Li Yishuang gazed at it in silence for a long while before injecting her spiritual power into it.

Sensing the familiar spiritual energy, the residual consciousness within the jade token began to spontaneously manifest a series of scenes:

Under the peach blossoms, at the back of the mountain, on the competition stage—everywhere within the Xuanqing Sect, the young girl’s gaze always followed one person.

That person favored pale blue clothing. A sharp sword covered in thin frost could always easily strike down demons. Every time she descended the mountain, she would bring back sweets and novel trinkets for the girl.

When they stood before the Master’s spirit tablet and swore to slay all demons and uphold the righteous path, what the girl was actually thinking was:

Whether it is slaying demons or leaving the sect to live in seclusion, my only wish is to be with Senior Sister forever.

A wisp of residual consciousness could not manifest many scenes. Soon, these images vanished, and the consciousness returned to the jade token.

Li Yishuang remained silent for a long time. She did not understand why Ling Zhuo had wanted her to see these things.

Long ago, when Ling Zhuo chose to defect from the Xuanqing Sect and break ties with the sect, they were no longer fellow disciples. Those unspoken feelings should have turned into nothingness along with the passage of time, like dust in the wind.

Now that Ling Zhuo associated with evil paths and had harmed countless people, there was absolutely no possibility left between them.

Li Yishuang untied the tassel hanging from her scabbard and placed it into her storage bag. This tassel had been a gift from Ling Zhuo years ago; she had kept it on her scabbard for so long that she had grown used to it.

But from now on, they were enemies. The day would eventually come when they would face each other with blades drawn. It was better that such a thing no longer be displayed.

Inside the room, an unknown incense was burning. Ning Xu found a spot to sit down at random, her composed posture not at all like someone whose hands were bound.

“Kill me or carve me up, do as you please.”

Zhu Shengxi gave her a faint look, took a medicine bottle out of her storage bag, and placed it in front of her.

“Apply the medicine yourself.”

Hearing this, Ning Xu looked down at her hands. The silver Binding Demon Rope tightly constricted her, leaving a clear red mark on her wrists.

With both hands tied, how was she supposed to apply medicine?

She remained silent for a moment, then laboriously opened the medicine bottle. Following her intuition, she haphazardly scattered the medicinal powder over the wound on her neck.

Zhu Shengxi placed the Chenque Sword on the table. When she turned back to look at the woman, she found that the powder was stuck to her collar, and the medicine bottle had fallen to the floor.

Ning Xu did not want her to see her in such a pathetic state and turned her head slightly away. In the next moment, she felt the person before her walking toward her step by step.

A fair, slender hand placed the medicine bottle back in its original spot and then reached toward the collar stained with powder. Ning Xu watched her movements blankly, not quite understanding.

“Didn’t you leave?”

“Who said I left? I merely went outside the city for a few days.” As she spoke, Ning Xu felt the other woman’s cool fingertips lightly touch the skin of her neck.

Is she going to kill me?

Thinking of this possibility, Ning Xu pursed her lips tightly and did not dodge the movement. But in the next instant, that coolness departed, replaced by pure spiritual power.

Zhu Shengxi’s fingertips brushed ghost-like over the wound. Soon, the injury healed.

This method of healing was actually very taxing on one’s spiritual power. Ning Xu lifted her eyes, staring at her without blinking.

With unidentifiable emotions surging in her heart, Ning Xu remained silent for a long while before speaking: “I am a half-demon.”

“I know.”

“My blood-red pupils are also related to this; they aren’t a sign of misfortune.”

“So, that previous explanation about the blood pupils was also a lie.” Zhu Shengxi’s voice was calm, yet Ning Xu felt as though something else was hidden beneath that calm.

She immediately grabbed Zhu Shengxi’s hand, which was hanging at her side, her tone earnest: “I promise I won’t lie to you again.”

Zhu Shengxi coldly pulled her hand away and said, “You’ve said that before, too.”

“Are you like this with everyone? Sweet words and flowery talk, without a single word of truth in your mouth.”

Ning Xu’s lips moved slightly. Indeed, she had made earnest promises before. She remembered that back then, Zhu Shengxi had said that if she ever lied again, she would never believe her again.

At the time, she hadn’t taken it seriously, but now, the mere thought that Zhu Shengxi would never believe her brought a sense of pain with every breath.

Ning Xu gazed at her and explained in a low voice: “I didn’t mean to deceive you.”

The person in front of her was already pale due to her injuries, and combined with her pleading tone, she actually appeared somewhat pitiful.

But she had shown similar expressions before, all for the sake of making her heart soften.

Zhu Shengxi frowned and changed the subject: “Why were you with Ling Zhuo?”

“After returning to the inn, I didn’t see you. I asked a few disciples of the Guiyun Sect and found out you had actually gone to Bone Yin Mountain.”

“So you just followed us?” Zhu Shengxi looked at her, truly unable to fathom how this person could be so reckless. They had entered the mountain as a group of three so they could look out for one another, yet Ning Xu had run to Bone Yin Mountain all by herself.

Hearing her inexplicable tone, Ning Xu thought she was dissatisfied that she had been a burden to them and said sheepishly: “I thought I could find you, I didn’t expect to run into Ling Zhuo.”

Zhu Shengxi said unceremoniously: “You ran into her and couldn’t even win, and ended up being taken hostage.”

Ning Xu countered in a low voice: “I couldn’t win even with a weapon, let alone empty-handed.”

As those words fell, Zhu Shengxi couldn’t help but fall silent. The other’s natal spiritual weapon had shattered to save her; now, when facing an enemy, she didn’t even have a handy weapon.

Ning Xu naturally noticed the change in her expression as well. Taking this opportunity, she asked softly: “How long are you going to keep me tied up?”

Zhu Shengxi remained silent.

Seeing this, Ning Xu couldn’t help but feel anxious. Being tied up like this restricted her movements; she couldn’t do anything.

However, on second thought, the chances of spending time with Zhu Shengxi should increase. As if wanting to be certain, Ning Xu asked: “Then, am I to stay by your side the whole time?”

Zhu Shengxi stared at her for a long while before slowly nodding her head.

That’s not too bad then… Ning Xu felt relieved and leaned back.

However, she soon realized she was wrong.

The bedding on the floor didn’t look warm at all. Ning Xu looked at Zhu Shengxi and asked loudly: “You’re making me sleep on the floor?”

“Otherwise?” Zhu Shengxi frowned and asked back.

This person was truly used to pushing her luck. If she didn’t sleep on the floor, did she expect to share the same bed?

Ning Xu was speechless for a moment, then bent down and silently tidied the bedding.

Zhu Shengxi used to meditate and cultivate every night, but in the few days she had been in her room, she hadn’t seen her cultivate once. Thinking of this, Ning Xu asked: “Didn’t you used to meditate every night?”

Zhu Shengxi’s movements hesitated for a split second, and she did not answer the question directly. “As you said, that was in the past.”

After blowing out the candle, she lay on the bed with her back to the other person. The bright moon was high in the sky, its light filtering through the window frame. Zhu Shengxi gazed at that bit of moonlight on the quilt, not feeling the least bit sleepy.

In truth, she didn’t need to sleep at all. On the nights Ning Xu wasn’t in the room, she still cultivated through the night.

But every time she meditated, her inner demon would crawl out. Zhu Shengxi had no intention of exposing the matter of her inner demon, so she simply stopped meditating altogether.

The person behind her wasn’t making any noise; she must have fallen asleep. As for the question Ning Xu asked today, she actually didn’t have an answer in her heart.

How long would she keep her tied up? Zhu Shengxi didn’t know. Using the Binding Demon Rope was just a temporary measure; if she hadn’t done that, Ning Xu would have been killed by the Thousand Frost Sword right then and there.

Though she hated that the woman was full of lies and had toyed with her sincere heart, she could not bring herself to kill Ning Xu, nor was she willing to let others harm her.

Zhu Shengxi sighed silently. At that moment, she felt someone lift a corner of the quilt, followed by a figure rolling into the bedding and pressing against her back.

One didn’t need to think to know who it was. Zhu Shengxi said in a cold voice: “What are you doing?”

Ning Xu’s voice sounded, perhaps muffled because her head was under the covers: “That quilt on the floor isn’t warm. It’s so cold.”

Zhu Shengxi clearly didn’t fall for it and said: “Then just take the quilt from the bed.”

Ning Xu seemed to give a dissatisfied hum, and then pressed even closer. “I just want to sleep on the bed.”

There was no way she would give up the bed, and in order to keep an eye on Ning Xu, she couldn’t leave this place either.

The body pressed against her spine was soft, and warm breath hit her ear over and over. Zhu Shengxi reached her limit; she turned over and used her arm to brace against Ning Xu’s shoulder, keeping them apart.

“What exactly do you want?”

At the somewhat impatient tone, Ning Xu’s heart ached, but she still maintained a smile on her face. “I said it, the floor is too cold. I want to sleep on the bed.”

Zhu Shengxi looked at her coldly. It seemed the Binding Demon Rope wasn’t tight enough; this person was still grinning shamelessly.

In the next moment, a spell flickered at her fingertips, and the Binding Demon Rope suddenly tightened. Ning Xu frowned, a flash of pain crossing her face.

Even so, Ning Xu forced a smile and continued to move closer. As she drew near, she could even smell that faint, elegant fragrance on the person before her.

With a certain intention in mind, Ning Xu took hold of her hand and slowly led it toward herself.

Zhu Shengxi noticed her movement, and her expression froze. In that moment of distraction, her hand was led to touch a patch of warmth and softness.

Ning Xu panted lightly, her eyes seeming to be covered by a thin mist, her gaze shimmering.

“Even though I am a half-demon, I still have a heart. Can you hear it? My heartbeat.”

What is all this nonsense…

Zhu Shengxi quickly pulled her hand back, staring at her in shock.

She wasn’t sure about Ning Xu’s heartbeat, but because of this action, her own heartbeat had actually quickened a few beats.

Ning Xu watched her expression, and waves of disappointment flooded her heart.

She really has no feelings for me left at all.

Ning Xu grit her teeth, still unwilling to give up, and prepared to press close again. In the next moment, however, she heard the person before her say coldly:

“Get out.”

This was the first time she had heard Zhu Shengxi use such a crude word. Ning Xu wrung her fingers; she didn’t continue to approach, but she was unwilling to leave the bed either.

She had to think of a way. Ning Xu pondered for a moment and asked softly: “Do you know why I appeared in Chaosheng City?”

She did indeed want to know this person’s true purpose. Zhu Shengxi took a deep breath and asked patiently: “Why?”

Ning Xu gazed at her without blinking. After a long silence, she answered softly:

“Sheng-sheng, in these past five years, there has not been a single day that I haven’t missed you.”