Chapter 1615: Long Life Sword

Chu Chuyan's cheeks were flushed like peach blossoms. Looking at her exquisite face, vibrant with spring, Zu An couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful an iceberg could be when it melted.

Unexpectedly, a jarring voice shattered the moment. Chu Chuyan, startled, quickly stopped Zu An's mischievous hand. The room fell silent for a moment. Then, she feigned calmness and asked, "Brother, why are you looking for me so late?"

Outside the door, Zhi Yin's heart swelled with delight. In the past, whenever he sought out Chu Chuyan, she had always been aloof, her voice like snow on a mountaintop. But today, her usual coldness was gone, and there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in her voice. Could it be that his persistence had finally paid off, and she had felt his deep affection?

At this thought, his voice became more agitated. "The weather is lovely tonight. I came specifically to invite Immortal Chu to admire the night scenery of Mount Zi."

Originally, he had not held out much hope when he came. His principle was that if you didn't try, there was zero chance of success, but if you tried, even the smallest chance wasn't necessarily zero. But now, he suddenly found the possibility of success rising steadily.

The thought of him and Chu Chuyan strolling through the night, with disciples from various sects casting envious, jealous, and hateful glances, made him almost explode with excitement.

"Ah~" A sudden gasp came from inside the room.

Zhi Yin was stunned. What did "Ah" mean? Was it a yes or a no?

Moreover, Immortal Chu's voice seemed strange, with a tremor in it.

Inside the room, Chu Chuyan was furiously pinching the man on top of her. This fellow had just taken advantage of the situation to tease her, catching her off guard and almost making her lose face.

Zu An didn't respond, covering her with a rain of fervent kisses.

Chu Chuyan's breathing suddenly quickened. Her head involuntarily arched back. Her red lips were tightly bitten, as if she were enduring something, trying hard not to make a sound.

"Immortal Chu, Immortal Chu?" Seeing no response from the room, Zhi Yin grew anxious. Could Immortal Chu be changing clothes to go out with him?

"Thank... thank you for your kind offer, Senior Brother. It's late, and I'm already in bed, so I won't... won't accompany you out." Chu Chuyan's slightly halting voice came from inside.

Zhi Yin was disappointed, but quickly cheered up. Because Chu Chuyan had always been so cold before, she had never spoken such a long sentence to him at once. It seemed her impression of him had indeed changed. And her voice lacked its usual coldness, replaced by what seemed to be bashfulness?

Could Immortal Chu truly be interested in him?

Perhaps she refused him out of modesty, or maybe she wanted to test him?

At this thought, he cast aside his disappointment. He said in a slightly magnetic voice, "Since Immortal Chu is not available, then another time. I won't disturb you further."

His conduct surely seemed graceful and impeccable. He assumed it had left an excellent impression on her.

At this thought, he lifted his head and puffed out his chest. He left, strutting like a proud rooster.

Not long after he walked out, he suddenly bumped into someone. The other person let out a surprised "Eh?" and said, "Zhi Yin?"

"Lou Wucheng?" Seeing the other's appearance, Zhi Yin's expression also became solemn.

Lou Wucheng's master, Li Changsheng, was the Grand Elder of White Jade Capital. He was also Senior Brother to Abbot Yan, and it was rumored that his cultivation was even three points higher than hers.

In his early years, because he was not interested in managing the mundane affairs of the sect, he ceded the position of Abbot to Yan Xuehen. He then devoted himself to cultivating the Longevity Sword in the mountains.

His own master, Guan Chouhai, was a very proud man. He was quite disdainful when mentioning some of the sect leaders among the Nine Daoist Sects. But whenever Li Changsheng was mentioned, his expression would become solemn, and his words conveyed significant apprehension regarding the Longevity Sword.

Lou Wucheng was Li Changsheng's last disciple. It was said he had truly mastered the Longevity Sword.

He was a strong contender for the title of the top cultivator among the younger generation of Daoists.

What annoyed Zhi Yin even more was that this fellow was also very handsome. Though slightly less handsome than himself, he was still enough to captivate hundreds of girls. Furthermore, compared to Zhi Yin, the other's skin had a faint bronze hue, making him appear more masculine. Some busybodies often used this to subtly disparage Zhi Yin. Naturally, he had long considered this fellow a formidable rival.

What's more, he was Immortal Chu's legitimate senior brother. They were from the same sect and had more opportunities to be close than others. The thought of this drove him mad with jealousy.

Seeing the direction Zhi Yin was coming from, Lou Wucheng's expression also turned sour. "What are you doing at my junior sister's courtyard so late?"

"Mount Zi isn't your property, why do you care?" Zhi Yin sneered. "Besides, Immortal Chu isn't just your junior sister; she calls me Senior Brother too."

Lou Wucheng's face darkened, and his fingers inadvertently grazed the sword guard.

Zhi Yin's expression hardened. While secretly on guard, he said in a deep voice, "What, do you want to fight me? Others may fear your Longevity Sword, but I don't."

Lou Wucheng eventually lowered his hand. "During the Grand Competition, I, Lou, will certainly have to see if your cultivation is as formidable as your mouth."

The other's reputation was also well-known; subduing him without attracting attention would be almost impossible.

The Daoist Grand Competition was imminent, and private duels were strictly forbidden on Mount Zi; violators would be disqualified. He didn't want to ruin things due to a moment of impulse.

Zhi Yin sneered, "The feeling is mutual."

Lou Wucheng ignored him and turned towards Chu Chuyan's courtyard.

"What are you doing going there so late?" Zhi Yin immediately grew anxious. Although he had no official relationship with Chu Chuyan yet, he found it very displeasing to see other men approach her.

"Are you, an outsider, going to meddle in affairs between us, senior and junior siblings?" Lou Wucheng said coldly.

"Senior and junior siblings?" Zhi Yin scoffed. "She won't even live close to you, her senior brother. Don't you have any sense?"

Lou Wucheng's breath hitched, and he immediately said, "That's because Master Yan enjoys quietness, which is why they live alone here. It has nothing to do with Junior Sister Chu."

"I advise you not to go. Immortal Chu is already asleep. You'd just be wasting your time." Zhi Yin couldn't help but show a hint of pride in his tone, as if knowing such private details about Chu Chuyan gave him special prestige.

Lou Wucheng chuckled, "When a woman says she's asleep, it's just an excuse to get rid of bothersome flies. Do you actually believe that?"

After his taunt, he strode confidently towards the courtyard.

Zhi Yin's expression shifted between dark and light. Could it really be as this fellow said, that Immortal Chu was just fobbing him off? No, impossible. Immortal Chu treated him differently from others; she would never do that.

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to leave, deciding to observe Lou Wucheng's situation.

Inside the room, Zu An looked at the beauty beneath him with a half-smile. "What's your relationship with that guy... *cough cough*, I mean, with Zhi Yin? Why is he looking for you in the middle of the night?"

Chu Chuyan trembled slightly. This fellow seemed to be deliberately tormenting her. But worried he might misunderstand, she explained, "I just helped White Jade Capital deliver a letter to Li Hentian once, and that's when we met. Since then, he often tries to talk to me for no reason, but I've never paid him any mind."

As she spoke, she was panting softly. Her face was covered in a deep peach flush. Her beautiful starry eyes were half-closed, full of a hazy, dreamlike expression.

"That's my good wife~" Zu An nodded contentedly. Then he leaned down and kissed her.

Chu Chuyan let out a soft moan. She felt as if she was forgetting the Snow Blossom Divine Sword she had practiced for years. It was as if a fire burned within her, slowly melting all the snowflakes into water.

Just then, Zu An suddenly frowned. Chu Chuyan, still in a daze, was a bit slow to react. She softly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zu An gave a subtle gesture towards the outside. Soon, Lou Wucheng's voice came: "Junior Sister~"

Chu Chuyan's delicate brows furrowed. Even with her usually calm and composed nature, she couldn't help but feel a touch of annoyance. Was there no end to this? Did they always have to pick this time to come?

But she couldn't ignore him, so she said, "What is it, Senior Brother?"

Lou Wucheng's heart skipped a beat. Why did Junior Sister's voice sound so sweet and pleasant today?

He calmed himself slightly and said in a clear voice, "Junior Sister, Mount Zi is known for its mystical purple aura. It contains countless wonders, and normally, major sects don't get a chance to explore them. Since we're guests on Mount Zi this time, why don't we explore it together? Perhaps we can uncover its secrets."

He knew that with Chu Chuyan's personality, asking her out late at night was unrealistic. But if he used the mysterious purple aura as an excuse, few cultivators would refuse, especially since she was usually very curious.

The purple aura only appeared at sunrise. Therefore, exploring it would clearly require spending the night together. Although nothing untoward would happen, it would be quite beneficial for drawing them closer.

"Mm~" At that moment, Chu Chuyan let out a soft hum from inside the room. It was like sweetness, like involuntary emotion, and also like flustered complaint.

Lou Wucheng was overjoyed: "Junior Sister has agreed?"

At the same time, he felt a bit strange. Why was Junior Sister's voice so peculiar?

Could something have gone wrong with her cultivation?

He certainly didn't think in that direction. After all, Chu Chuyan was usually pure and pristine, like a fairy from the clouds. How could he imagine her at this moment, intimately entwined beneath a man?

After a while, Chu Chuyan's voice finally came: "Senior Brother, please forgive me, I am cultivating, so I cannot go."

Lou Wucheng breathed a sigh of relief. She was indeed cultivating. "Junior Sister, do you need any help? Your voice just now sounded as if you were experiencing a cultivation deviation."