Chapter 263: Aftermath of the Demon Sect's Holy Saint
Lying on the floor with a sense of emptiness, Luo Wusheng felt the warmth of the woman resting within his embrace, her skin soft against his own.
He gazed at the ceiling, a mixture of thoughts swimming in his mind.
'Ah, it's over...'
Whether he was lamenting the recent events or pondering his life, he wasn't entirely sure.
The faint, lingering scent in the air served as a reminder that what had just occurred was anything but a dream.
'How naive I was. Truly.'
'I should've known. In a world created by that prolific author, two flowers so similar could never truly coexist...'
He chuckled to himself.
This world was never meant to have an alluring, pure-hearted fairy who was somehow uninvolved with the Sword Fairy's inner circle.
How young he was to have entertained such a fantasy.
Sighing, he lay there, reflecting on his choices.
The moment Ling Shuangxue had revealed her identity, it felt like his mind had come to a complete halt.
"It's impossible..." those three words had flitted through his mind only briefly before his sparse rationality dismissed them.
Poised on the precipice of a life-altering moment, he knew that, based on her character, Ling Shuangxue wouldn't joke about something as serious as her identity. And even if he tried, it was almost impossible to imagine anyone faking such a natural connection.
As the realization set in, a wave of chaotic thoughts swept over him. His heart pounded, thoughts whirling as memories of flags raised and moments shared with the protagonist's teacher collided in his mind.
...And that had led him to his initial, weak attempts to struggle. But hearing her low, entrancing voice ask him to stay still, along with the deepening sensation of bliss, his already faint attempts to resist quickly vanished.
The fairy's soft, trembling sighs, mingling with unfamiliar pangs, broke through his final doubts, making him acutely aware of his helplessness. Every internal conflict vanished, his heart and mind absorbed by the moment.
Luo Wusheng could clearly see the truth now.
This first encounter, this shared cultivation, had been much more intense than he could have anticipated, albeit in ways he hadn't expected. The waves of flowing energy exchanged between the two left an unbreakable bond.
Finally, as he emerged from his daze, he turned his head slightly.
The woman resting within his arm lay with her eyes closed, a subtle blush lingering on her face. Her disheveled hair only added to her beauty.
'Sword Sect's Frosty Snow Peak Master, Ling Shuangxue...'
Her identity was now undeniable.
During their dual cultivation, with their minds deeply connected, Luo Wusheng had slowly embraced his role, even taking the initiative at times. And with each moment, her calm facade had faded, revealing long-suppressed emotions.
In her dreamy state, she'd spoken to him in broken words, inadvertently expressing feelings she had kept hidden for a long time.
Now, in his clear-headed state, Luo Wusheng could piece together the subtle clues she'd given. That sense of familiarity, the hint of recognition when they'd met—the signs were there all along.
His thoughts drifted to her disciple, Little Yuli.
It seemed so obvious now: those strange days when she'd seemed uncharacteristically calm, playing chess well beyond her skill level. She'd become more self-assured, and the pieces finally clicked.
Ling Shuangxue's initial affection, the respect she had for her disciple's judgment, and her resolve to find a partner to perfect her swordsmanship—all of it led her to him.
The love she'd held back for so long had now found its mark in him, marking the beginning of something he couldn't ignore.
While it felt like he was ensnared in the story's inevitable course, he knew there was no turning back. He'd already crossed the line with her, Little Yuli's teacher, staking his honor, heart, and future.
Although he couldn't face the consequences of this reality now, Luo Wusheng knew he would have to confront the truth eventually.
There was no denying it now—Little Yuli had lost something irreplaceable to him. Her teacher, a rare beauty with genuine affection, had captivated his heart, and that was a truth he couldn't walk away from.
With a thought, he brightened the room around them. The return of light brought him an odd sense of calm and belonging.
As his gaze fell once more upon Ling Shuangxue's serene, glistening form, memories of their shared experience resurfaced, and his heart warmed once again.
Unconsciously, his hand reached out to caress her delicate waist—
Wait.
Was she...trembling slightly?
Luo Wusheng focused, studying her face intently.
...Pretending to be asleep, was she?
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