She Said That Kisses and Hugs Are Needed for Redemption [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 13

The question came so abruptly that Fu Lancen, her face burning crimson, failed to detect the familiar teasing in Zhiwu’s tone.

Her first instinct was to deny it, but before ascending to the Ninth Heaven, she and Lu Xi had already agreed on their roles. There was no need to refute anything now.

Yet, with another person assuming she and Lu Xi were partners she couldn’t help but feel a tremor in her heart, as if something was about to spiral beyond her anticipation.

While Fu Lancen lowered her head in thought, Lu Xi didn’t miss the flicker of curiosity in Zhiwu’s eyes or the way she scrutinized the girl beside her.

“Ahem.” Lu Xi cleared her throat lightly, drawing Zhiwu’s intense gaze to herself before smiling with a hint of warning. “Did Lord Zhiwu not hear clearly earlier?”

Met with a cold glance, Zhiwu pursed her lips and rolled her eyes at Lu Xi in disdain, choosing not to respond. She continued walking ahead, though not without muttering under her breath, “How infuriating! An old tree finally blooms, and I’m not even allowed to look?”

“Lord Zhiwu is she upset?” Fu Lancen snapped out of her thoughts, watching as the figure ahead strode farther away. She tugged at Lu Xi’s sleeve, surprised. “What happened?”

Seeing Zhiwu about to disappear around the corner, Fu Lancen grew anxious and pulled Lu Xi along to catch up.

Lu Xi might not know Zhiwu’s true status, but if they accidentally offended her, their days in the Boyun Palace would become unbearable!

After all, this was someone even the revered Qiran Shenzun treated with deference someone they absolutely couldn’t afford to slight!

Walking briskly through layers of drifting immortal mist, the two finally followed Zhiwu into the Boyun Palace.

To Fu Lancen’s surprise, this place, which countless souls yearned for, wasn’t as grand or majestic as she had imagined. Instead, it resembled a mist-shrouded mountain forest from the mortal realm. Along the path, there were no pavilions or towers, just ordinary immortal grasses and trees lining the cobblestone road, none of which had awakened sentience. It all felt rather simple. Or perhaps, returning to purity.

How peculiar.

Fu Lancen observed discreetly, though she didn’t let her astonishment show. Later, it occurred to her, rumor had it that the palace’s former master had long since passed, dissolving into the world’s natural laws to protect all realms, leaving only Lord Zhiwu behind. And it was said that Zhiwu was notoriously lazy. Perhaps, without her master’s discipline, she had neglected the palace’s upkeep?

Squeezing Lu Xi’s wrist, Fu Lancen leaned closer. Ensuring Zhiwu wasn’t paying attention, she whispered into Lu Xi’s ear, “Do you know what this place is?”

The girl’s lively fox-like eyes darted around, her soft hair slipping over her shoulders as she tilted her head. The silken strands brushed against Lu Xi’s neck, slipping past the slightly open collar to tease her delicate collarbone. The tingling sensation spread through her limbs, traveling up her spine and mingling with the sweet fragrance of the girl beside her.

For a moment, Lu Xi stiffened, her scalp prickling, her breaths growing heavier.

“Hey!” The oblivious fox, completely unaware of Lu Xi’s unusual state, brushed her cool fingertips lightly against the thin fabric of Lu Xi’s sleeve, lingering for a moment in an attempt to catch her attention. “What are you spacing out for? Although Lady Zhiwu has long retreated from the world and rarely appears in the mortal realm, her status is undeniable. We can’t afford to be disrespectful in front of her later. Otherwise, even if we manage to escape Bai Youran’s clutches, we might never leave the Cloud-Parting Palace.”

What she didn’t mention was that sneaking into the Ninth Heaven in her current disguise was already an enormous risk. If Lady Zhiwu were to accidentally discover her true identity, would she hand her over to Divine Lord Qiran or simply turn a blind eye?

After all, Lady Zhiwu and Divine Lord Qiran had a history, so she couldn’t afford to take any chances.

A long silence ensued.

Only when Lu Xi let out a heavy sigh did Fu Lancen snap out of her thoughts and refocus on her face. But the next moment, she froze in shock. “Why is your face so red?”

The sweet fragrance wafted over again. Lu Xi turned her face away silently, steadying her turbulent emotions before replying in a hushed voice, “Zhiwu is an ancient divine beast. She has her pride and won’t trouble us unnecessarily. You can relax.”

It was only then that Fu Lancen noticed the unusual huskiness in the woman’s low voice unlike its usual icy clarity, it now resembled aged wine uncorked after years, intoxicating enough to make one dizzy.

Perhaps it was the strange intensity in the woman’s gaze, but Fu Lancen suddenly felt uneasy under her scrutiny. Lowering her eyes slightly, she caught a glimpse of Lu Xi’s lips unusually red, shimmering with a peach-like radiance amidst the ethereal mist.

“You!” She had never seen Lu Xi like this before. Her mind reeled for a moment before she hastily released the hand she had been gripping and scooted a considerable distance away.

Had she accidentally cast some bewitching charm on Lu Xi? But she hadn’t.

The whispered conversation from earlier had now given way to an awkward silence. Neither looked at the other, maintaining a distance of two or three steps between them, an unspoken boundary neither dared to cross.

As they reached the mountain forest, a simple wooden cabin came into view. Zhiwu stopped outside the bamboo fence, glancing back at the two before tilting her chin challengingly at Lu Xi.

Understanding the unspoken taunt, Lu Xi averted her eyes silently, inwardly grumbling,”Childish.”

Zhiwu snorted softly.

After thousands of years, meeting this woman again, she was still the same lifeless bore. How dull.

Dismissing Lu Xi, Zhiwu turned to the young girl whose gaze flickered curiously between them. Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, “May I ask your name, madam? Where do you reside? How many are in your household?”

As Fu Lancen stood dumbfounded, Zhiwu smacked her lips, seemingly dissatisfied. “You seem quite young. How many tens of thousands of years old are you?”

Fu Lancen: “…”

Since when was the legendary, reclusive ancient divine beast Lady Zhiwu such a gossip? Why was she interrogating her so thoroughly even asking about her age?

Though she found it odd, in the presence of the world’s last remaining ancient divine dragon, she maintained her composure. “You may call me Lancen, my lord. As for my age, I have not yet reached three thousand years.”

“What?!” Zhiwu exclaimed in shock upon hearing this. She stepped closer to Fulan Cen, circling her with an appraising look. “You’re not even three thousand years old?!”

Then she turned to the unperturbed Lu Xi, clicking her tongue twice. The reproach on her face was unmistakable. She mouthed a few silent words.

“Really, you? Even going after such a young junior, you truly are a beast!”

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