Could it be because of this that his physical condition had improved?
Mu Fengyun's eyes widened slightly.
He had heard that some people possessed a very special physique, naturally endowed with the fire element.
If he could cultivate together with such a person, blending ice and fire, neutralizing cold and heat, and resonating their souls, perhaps he could completely suppress the Cangming Ice Soul within his body!
Mu Fengyun's heart trembled fiercely.
Once this thought arose, it was like a spark on a prairie, igniting at the slightest breeze.
Whoosh—it burned hot in his chest.
If... if it were Yuan Shu, dual cultivation wouldn't be out of the question.
If this process could also cure his illness, did he have any reason to refuse?
At this thought, Mu Fengyun sprang up from his seat and strode quickly out the door.
He was going to the Mu Manor's library pavilion to see if there truly was such a physique naturally endowed with spiritual fire!
...
Meanwhile, Yuan Shu, having bid farewell to Mu Fengyun, had reached the front courtyard, preparing to return to the Falling Immortal Sect.
At the end of the path, Long Yunhui was discussing something with a cultivator from the Mu Manor who specialized in crafting magical artifacts.
The two were drawing and writing on a stone table, occasionally exchanging a few words, looking very serious.
Listening from afar, she could faintly make out words like bracelet, filigree inlay, and ice element attributes.
Yuan Shu had a decent impression of Long Yunhui, but thinking about how this guy had repeatedly gone to the Myriad Treasures Pavilion looking for her...
She thought about it and decided not to greet him, preparing to leave directly.
Just as she passed by the stone table, a sharp gust of sword wind suddenly came from behind.
The sudden attack made Yuan Shu's expression freeze, and she reflexively turned to block it.
Bang!
The spiritual energy shield she condensed in front of her only slightly hindered the flying sword's speed before being pierced straight through!
At the critical moment, Long Yunhui leaped over from the stone table, grabbed Yuan Shu's arm, and pulled her behind him.
With his other hand, he wielded his sword to block.
Clang!
With a crisp ring, the two longswords clashed, sending Long Yunhui and Yuan Shu flying backward.
This powerful rebound shocked Long Yunhui, and he instinctively reached out to grab Yuan Shu beside him.
His palm slid from Yuan Shu's arm, all the way down past her forearm, and finally grabbed her wrist.
Junior Sister Yuan, are you alright?
The moment they steadied themselves, Long Yunhui asked with concern, but his fingers felt something hard on Yuan Shu's wrist, and he reflexively squeezed it.
Why did this texture feel somewhat familiar?
Yuan Shu shook her head, indicating she was fine.
Long Yunhui frowned slightly, just about to say something, when two people flew over from deep within the Mu Manor and bowed in apology.
Sorry, sorry! We were sparring on a whim just now, and for some reason, this natal spiritual sword suddenly went out of control.
Are you injured? If anything is wrong, I will take full responsibility!
The newcomer spoke earnestly, apologizing the moment he landed.
The butler also hurried forward to explain.
It turned out the person was a guest of the Mu Manor, a rogue sword cultivator with considerable strength.
What just happened was an accident!
Yuan Shu didn't harp on it. After accepting his compensation, she let him go.
She and Long Yunhui then bid farewell to the butler and left the Mu Manor.
Yuan Shu had planned to leave alone, but Long Yunhui offered to return to the sect together.
After all, they used to be fellow disciples. Yuan Shu thought about it and didn't refuse.
However, this time, Long Yunhui was unusually silent along the way, constantly casting glances at her.
Senior Brother Long, what are you looking at? Yuan Shu raised an eyebrow, looking straight at him and asking.
Ah, no, nothing.
Long Yunhui quickly shook his head, making up a random excuse. I suddenly remembered a fingering technique, so I was just silently practicing it in my mind.
I see, Yuan Shu responded with a smile. It's getting late. Let's hurry, Senior Brother Long.
Alright.
Long Yunhui's gaze fell on Yuan Shu's wrist once more.
He saw it—a delicate, wide silver bracelet on Yuan Shu's wrist, featuring openwork filigree and numerous tiny tassels.
A very beautiful bracelet!
But that wasn't the point. The point was that the feel of Yuan Shu's bracelet was remarkably similar to the one worn by the her in his memory!
Back at the Mu Manor, when he pulled her back, he had happened to grab this very bracelet.
He had felt a sense of familiarity right then.
This kind of heavily crafted wide bracelet was so exquisitely made, and it even carried a special ice elemental power.
One look and he knew it was custom-made.
How could it be such a coincidence?
Long Yunhui tried hard to recall everything in that room at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.
He had personally grasped her wrist, pressing it along with the bracelet above her head.
Then, relying on memory, he had lowered his head to seek the sweet fragrance wafting near his nose.
When the eyes couldn't see, the sensation in the hands became even clearer.
Having held it so many times, he had even counted the tiny tassels hanging from that bracelet—there were exactly thirty-two small tassels.
He had just secretly glanced at the tassels on Yuan Shu's wrist, and coincidentally, there were thirty-two!
He remembered the fragrance on her body. It was very similar to the pear blossom scent he had smelled on Yuan Shu back in the Death Demon Forest!
After that, he had even specifically asked Yuan Shu which shop's rouge it was, but he still hadn't managed to find her.
How could things be this coincidental?
The same bracelet, and a similar body fragrance?
Also, yesterday he had used the Mermaid's Tear to invite her over, and they had just parted ways in the morning.
And then he ran into her again at the Mu Manor in the afternoon?
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
The more Long Yunhui thought about it, the more suspicious he became. He couldn't help but recall her characteristics in the dark and compare them one by one with the Yuan Shu before him.
Her waist... it was as slender and easily grasped as Yuan Shu's.
Her height seemed about the same as Yuan Shu's too, with long legs that could easily wrap around his waist!
Her voice... a voice could be altered. Since she didn't want to expose her identity, wasn't it perfectly normal to disguise her voice?
So, the voice he heard in the room wasn't her real voice.
But the tone seemed very similar too!
When Yuan Shu spoke, her tone carried a sort of languidness, as if she were in control of everything.
And when she seduced him, her lowered, husky voice and even her phrasing were very much like Yuan Shu's!
Long Yunhui suddenly thought of a possibility.
Could it be that Yuan Shu and the her from the Myriad Treasures Pavilion were the same person?
The moment the thought surfaced, Long Yunhui was startled by it himself.
It was simply too unbelievable.
When Yuan Shu was at Qingyun Peak, she hadn't been close to him. Compared to him, she preferred spending time with Shu Linyuan, Shen Qi, and the others.
Several times, he had seen them laughing and chatting together.
If Yuan Shu really was her, after having that kind of relationship with him, how could she remain so indifferent?
But... what if?
What if it really was her?
Long Yunhui swallowed hard, his gaze sweeping up and down Yuan Shu's back, his fists clenching at his sides.
A moment later, Long Yunhui stepped forward, quickly walking in front of Yuan Shu.
Junior Sister Yuan, we've been delayed for too long today, and the sky has already grown dark. Why don't we rest in the cave ahead for a bit and return to the sect tomorrow?
