Chapter 283: You Are My Woman!
The heat of Lin Fan's lips against hers made Ling Qingzhu's body instantly go stiff.
But she quickly regained her senses. Her slender hand lashed out like a cat's claw, scratching deep into Lin Fan's back and leaving a bloody mark. At the same time, she struggled violently.
However, her writhing only caused their bodies to rub together more, acting like a catalyst rather than resistance.
Lin Fan held her tightly, as if he wanted to pull her into himself entirely, leaving Ling Qingzhu with no room to escape.
Hiss!
Suddenly, Lin Fan felt a sharp pain—Ling Qingzhu had bitten his lip hard in retaliation.
He pulled back slightly, wiping the blood from his mouth and said, "Stop moving. If you do that again, I might not be able to hold myself back… and we'll end up repeating that scene from the Ancient Tomb."
"You dare?!"
Her voice was trembling with a mix of shame and anger, her silver teeth clenched.
But although her words were sharp, her struggling noticeably weakened. Clearly, she was worried he really might lose control.
She was painfully aware: Lin Fan's current strength far surpassed her own. If he truly forced himself on her, she wouldn't be able to escape.
After a moment of internal conflict, her flushed cheeks began to cool, replaced once again by her usual frosty demeanor.
"Let me go!" she said coldly.
Lin Fan saw her return to her icy state and let out a small sigh of regret. "Fine. I'll let you go. But don't lash out randomly again."
If he wanted to, Lin Fan could have taken her again by force—but he didn't want to do that.
What he desired wasn't just her body, but her heart.
Ling Qingzhu stared at him with cold, wordless eyes.
Shaking his head lightly, Lin Fan loosened his grip and backed away.
The moment she was free, a brilliant blue sword appeared in Ling Qingzhu's hand. A sharp aura surged from her body.
Swish!
She struck instantly—firing a powerful sword beam straight at Lin Fan.
Lin Fan's Vermilion Bird wings burst from his back. With a flap, he soared out of the water, dodging the attack.
"Lin Fan, I'll kill you!"
Her voice, laced with icy rage and deep shame, rang out from below. Sword light followed him, slicing through the air like a storm.
Though fierce, her attacks couldn't catch Lin Fan—his speed was too great.
The once tranquil Taiqing Immortal Pool had become chaotic.
A massive vortex formed in the water. Then a flash of red shot upward.
In the next moment, a storm of sword light exploded out, shattering nearby cliff faces. Jagged scars tore across the valley walls.
Lin Fan hovered in the sky, glancing around at the devastation below and shook his head with a sigh.
Boom!
The water exploded again. Countless droplets flew skyward, and a beautiful figure rose from the pool.
A drenched green robe flew off, replaced instantly by a fluttering white one that covered her exquisite figure.
Beneath the rain of water, Ling Qingzhu now stood midair, her long black hair cascading like a waterfall, her breathtaking face frosted with cold fury.
Swish!
With sword in hand, her expression icy, she slashed again—another blinding burst of sword light surged toward Lin Fan, aiming for his vital points.
Lin Fan dodged easily.
"I went down there to save you. If I hadn't, your life force would've been sucked dry. Isn't this a bit ungrateful?"
"And what does that have to do with… with what you did to me?" she retorted, biting her lip.
"Well… your state at the time… I couldn't help it in the moment…" Lin Fan laughed sheepishly.
"You dare bring that up again?!"
Her shame intensified. She swung her sword again, the powerful slash ripping through the sky and crashing down toward him.
This time, Lin Fan didn't dodge. Instead, he drew his own sword and met the attack head-on.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The clashing blades rang out like bells. Their sword energy ravaged the landscape—shattering cliffs, splitting stone, and scoring the ground with countless crisscrossing scars.
Of course, Lin Fan didn't use his full strength. He was simply letting her vent.
After half an hour, when he felt her breathing grow steadier, Lin Fan lowered his sword and shrugged helplessly.
"Fine. If you're set on killing me, then do it."
Her face remained expressionless as she struck again, a thunderous sword light flying toward him.
Lin Fan didn't move.
Swish!
The blade of energy roared toward him—but just as it was about to hit, Ling Qingzhu shifted her finger slightly, causing the strike to veer off.
The sword beam narrowly missed him, smashing into the earth and carving out a massive ravine.
She looked at him for a long moment, then descended silently beside the pool.
Ling Qingzhu's eyes drifted to the pool, catching a glimpse of her own reflection—her flawless face still tinged with heat.
She bit her lip. Her lips still seemed to remember his warmth.
That man always had a way of shattering her calm…
She fell into a daze. Images of five years ago, and of just moments before, kept flashing in her mind.
She had tried to bury her feelings for Lin Fan for years—but now…
Ling Qingzhu knew that once a man had truly entered her world… driving him out again would not be so easy.
She pressed her lips together and quickly collected herself.
Behind her, she heard footsteps—and her body tensed involuntarily.
Lin Fan stepped beside her, looking at her stunning profile with a smile.
"Do you remember what I said on that mountain, five years ago?" he asked.
"I forgot," she replied softly, eyes downcast.
"I said… that one day I'd stand before you again, and tell you this: Any woman I've touched—she's mine. And now… it's time to fulfill that promise."
Lin Fan smiled, his gaze unwavering.
"You are my woman."
Swish!
Her sword whipped up and pointed at his throat, cold light flashing in her eyes.
"You really think I won't kill you?"
Lin Fan met her gaze calmly, without flinching.
She bit her lip. After a moment, she lowered her sword and clenched her hand.
"…Don't say things like that again. If my master hears of it, she'll kill you—even if you are from Dao Sect."
"All Nine Heavens Taiqing Palace Sect Masters cultivate the Path of the Heart Mirror—pure, undisturbed. If she learns of this, she'll wipe away the dust clouding my heart."
Ling Qingzhu looked straight at him.
"And you… are the dust in my heart."
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.
"Then tell me… do you really want to wipe that dust away?"
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