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Li Xiaonan lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. It had been five days since Yun Moyu had left in anger, and he hadn't seen her since.
"Are you just going to lie there and wait to die?" Spirit Weapon sat by the window, savoring a cup of fragrant tea.
Li Xiaonan sprang up from the bed, helplessly saying, "I don't want to! She's avoiding me; what can I do?"
Spirit Weapon took a sip of tea and shook his head. "You little rascal, don't say I didn't warn you. You have one day left."
"I know! I know! Why are you trying to provoke your son-in-law into chasing after other girls while your daughter is away?" Li Xiaonan stood up and adjusted his clothes.
Spirit Weapon was so shocked that he spat out his tea, coughing incessantly as he clearly choked on it.
Li Xiaonan walked over to him, patting his back while continuing, "Father-in-law, please take care of yourself. I'm off to pursue my mission of wooing girls. If I fail, you better take good care of Ling Kui!"
With a bright smile on his face, Li Xiaonan walked out the door. Spirit Weapon shook his head repeatedly, a faint smile appearing on his lips. When he first met Li Xiaonan, he didn't like him much, but now he genuinely hoped that Li Xiaonan would survive. He believed this man could bring happiness to his daughter.
The sun shone warmly as a gentle breeze caressed the lotus flowers in the pond. He approached the lotus pool, greeted by a lush expanse of green. Water droplets rolled along the leaves with the wind but never fell off. The pink lotus flowers swayed lightly in the breeze, standing gracefully as if shy yet serene.
Li Xiaonan squinted at the sun in the sky and muttered an expletive under his breath. "Damn! Am I really going to die in my prime? Sigh..."
He looked at the three pear trees blooming vibrantly by the pond and shook his head helplessly. Ever since arriving at Starry Illusion Continent, his understanding of plants had been completely thrown off.
Scanning his surroundings, Li Xiaonan finally set his eyes on a centuries-old Banyan Tree beside the pear trees. He raked a hand through his wind-tousled hair and began to climb unsteadily up the Banyan Tree. Finding a sturdy branch to sit on, he felt slightly dizzy from the sunlight.
After catching his breath, he took out a Ceramic Flute engraved with lotus flowers and slowly brought it to his lips, beginning to play.
The melody was soft and melancholic, the sound of the flute undeniably sorrowful and desolate, yet ancient and profound.
Yun Moyu heard such a sound and melody for the first time. It was deep and rich, like the son of the earth in music, carrying the weight and steadiness of the land, vigorous yet not lacking in liveliness. The entire piece had no high notes; it was low-key and humble, warm and solid, encompassing all things, with its pure tones seemingly narrating a story of living in harmony with the world.
Curiously, she looked out the window, watching pear blossoms like snowflakes dance in the wind, landing on the flutist's black hair. She pouted her red lips and forcefully closed the window, yet the sound of the flute remained uninterrupted by this barrier.
Li Xiaonan played one tune after another from his mind. The warm sunlight had turned into a brilliant crimson glow. He felt stars dancing before his eyes; he was truly dizzy. He had been holding on thanks to Yun Yiluo's life-prolonging powder, but now that the sun had set, his final hour had come. He set down his ceramic flute, sighed deeply, and slowly closed his eyes.
Yun Moyu was taken aback, thinking to herself: Why has that jerk stopped playing?
Unable to resist, she opened the window again and saw Li Xiaonan swaying unsteadily beneath the banyan tree with his eyes closed...
"Ah!" Yun Moyu screamed, leaping out of the window and flying down to catch Li Xiaonan as he began to fall.
Li Xiaonan slowly opened his eyes and smiled. "You finally decided to see me?"
Yun Moyu let Li Xiaonan rest his head on her lap. "What’s wrong? Did you want to see me? Aren't you longing to see Perilla?"
Li Xiaonan wanted to explain, but vitality was slowly ebbing from his body.
The sunset painted the horizon a deep red, like blood. The once warm glow only made Li Xiaonan feel cold, as if he were falling into an ice cave.
Seeing him silent and trembling uncontrollably, Yun Moyu threw her white fleece blanket over him.
Li Xiaonan smiled as he nestled closer to Yun Moyu's embrace, gazing at the pear blossoms drifting down like snowflakes. Such a beautiful scene made him involuntarily curse: Damn! I’m calcium oxide; I’m a man! If I’m going to die, why make it so sentimental?
The evening glow in the sky became increasingly vibrant, radiating a deep purple hue. Li Xiaonan closed his eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.
"Hey! Speak up! Are you pretending to be dead again? I won't fall for it this time! Wake up, can you hear me?" Yun Moyu gently nudged the person resting on her knees.
"He won't wake up," Ling Kui said coldly. She had known all along that Li Xiaonan was deceiving her, but she wanted to let him feel at ease, so she had kept it to herself. A day ago, Ling Kui had returned to Fairy Island, silently watching Li Xiaonan until he completely lost consciousness, and only then did she dare to show herself.
Yun Moyu stared at Ling Kui in shock, stammering, "What do you mean? Doesn't he still have seven days left?"
Ling Kui shook her head, lightly stroking Li Xiaonan's icy cheek with a sorrowful smile. "He deceived everyone; he only has seven days."
Yun Moyu's eyes widened as tears began to fall from them. She murmured, "How could this happen? How could this happen..." She had intended to save Li Xiaonan until the very last moment, to make him feel moved, to make him regret, to ensure he would never forget her for the rest of his life. But now, everything had been missed; it was too late.
"I will save him! I am willing to save him!" She grasped Ling Kui's sleeve. Ling Kui smiled and shook her head. "It's too late; there's no time left. The sun has already set." Looking at the calm Li Xiaonan, Ling Kui felt a sharp pain in her heart as tears secretly streamed down her cheeks.
"Who says it's too late? There's still one day left!" Spirit Weapon said with a smile as he walked under the Pear Tree.
Yun Moyu and Ling Kui still had tear stains on their faces, looking utterly bewildered.
Spirit Weapon pointed at the unconscious Li Xiaonan and continued, "He misunderstood. The seven days I mentioned do not include today; it should actually start counting from the next day. Today is actually the sixth day."
Ling Kui smiled as she took Li Xiaonan's hand and pulled Yun Moyu, who was still in shock, closer. She placed their hands together and said, "Sister Yun, I'll leave Xiao Nan in your care."
Yun Moyu nodded dazedly as she helped Li Xiaonan sit up and said to Spirit Weapon, "Please guide me on what to do, Senior Lingwu."
Spirit Weapon shook his head and silently looked at Ling Kui. "Girl, this matter is something you need to teach her how to handle."
Ling Kui pressed her lips together and nodded, helping Yun Moyu support Li Xiaonan back to the room.
On a large redwood carved bed, the pink curtains fluttered gently in the breeze, filling the room with an ambiguous atmosphere.
Ling Kui skillfully removed Li Xiaonan's clothes and then began to take off her own green outer garment.
Yun Moyu silently watched from the side and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you doing this? Although I only saved him, aren't you his wife? How can you be willing to..."
The jade pendant on Ling Kui's green belt paused for a moment as she smiled and replied, "To share a husband, right? I love him. When I decided to be with him, I made up my mind. As long as he has me in his heart, that's enough."
Yun Moyu shook her head and began to remove her own ink wash lotus-patterned dress. She murmured, "I can't accept that. The man I want must have only me in his heart!"
Ling Kui listened carefully and stole a glance at Yun Moyu, thinking: Silly girl, you'll understand soon enough. It seems I will have another sister.
Ling Kui helped Li Xiaonan sit up, arranging his legs into a cross-legged meditation posture. She and Yun Moyu sat on either side of him, their palms facing each other, forming a circle.
"Mo Yu, are you ready?"
Yun Moyu took a deep breath and nodded. The two women entered a meditative state together.
Ling Kui activated the Harmony Technique and first entered Yun Moyu's Dantian. The two girls exchanged smiles; Ling Kui felt gratitude while Yun Moyu felt awkward.
She finally understood why Li Xiaonan always said she was younger; compared to Ling Kui, she truly was like a little dumpling.
The two petite beauties held hands as Ling Kui guided them into Li Xiaonan's Dantian. Li Xiaonan sat naked on the Lotus Seat with his eyes closed, his black armor long gone.
The fair, delicate arm pointed at Li Xiaonan, and Yun Moyu nodded, stepping onto the Lotus Seat. The sight was enticing, but unfortunately, Li Xiaonan could not see it.
Yun Moyu took a deep breath and wrapped her entire being around Li Xiaonan's Nascent Soul. She exhaled a pure essence of yin, causing Li Xiaonan to tremble involuntarily as he absorbed the pure energy into his body, his hands wandering unconsciously over Yun Moyu.
Yun Moyu's Small Nascent Soul had never experienced such turmoil, yet she dared not move for fear of disrupting the rhythm of Obedient Dragon II, which could lead to even more terrifying consequences. She bit her lip and endured, gradually losing herself in the sensations as if countless soft feathers were caressing her body, becoming lost in Obedient Dragon II.
Ling Kui watched from the side, knowing that Li Xiaonan was fine. However, she found it hard to feel happy. She was not a saint; she was just a woman. Although she had prepared herself for a shared relationship with many women and one man, seeing Li Xiaonan with another woman still brought her sadness.
She stared blankly at the two entwined on the Lotus Seat, unsure whether she should withdraw from Li Xiaonan's Dantian.
Li Xiaonan's consciousness gradually returned. The previously broken Meridian within him had healed. He felt himself in Obedient Dragon II, his Nascent Soul gently caressing Yun Moyu, mistaking her for Ling Kui.
His hand moved to Yun Moyu's slender waist, Inner Thoughts: She has grown thinner again. His hand restlessly traveled upward until he froze; Li Xiaonan's Nascent Soul suddenly opened its eyes wide, Inner Thoughts: No wonder it shrank... Huh? Am I better now?
Yun Moyu's Nascent Soul also began to awaken, casting a reproachful glance at Li Xiaonan before turning her head away.
Li Xiaonan scratched his head, momentarily confused. He slowly turned to the other side and gasped; the cold beauty’s Nascent Soul was none other than Ling Kui!
He quickly donned his Martial Soul's innate Armor and sat upright on the Lotus Seat with a serious expression, withdrawing his consciousness from the Nascent Soul.
"Smack!" A crisp and loud sound echoed as Li Xiaonan returned to his body only to be slapped by Ling Kui.
Li Xiaonan sighed: This has become quite a mess! Who said that deceiving others comes without consequences? I almost lost my life!
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