Yuan Shu felt that the Hehuan Divine Tree really needed to improve this mark-locking teleportation method!
Otherwise, why did it leave her feeling so horribly airsick?
“Urgh.” Yuan Shu squeezed her eyes shut and furrowed her brows, sucking in a sharp breath.
When her senses finally returned, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.
It seemed she had fallen into water.
She abruptly opened her eyes. The suddenly clear view before her made her pause.
Taking a closer look, she saw that she had fallen into a quiet, spacious cavern. Strange, jagged rocks jutted out all around, while lush green vines grew across the stone walls.
And the spot where she had landed was the pool at the very center of the cave.
Wait. Something about the sensation seemed off.
Acting on instinct, she rubbed her fingertips. The soft feeling startled her, and when she turned her head in surprise, she met Mo Yi’s deep, dark eyes.
Her fair, delicate hand had landed—by sheer coincidence—right over the vulnerable center of his chest.
When her unconscious movement continued, a helpless, involuntary groan escaped him.
Yuan Shu’s eyes widened slightly. Only then did she realize that she had teleported straight into Mo Yi’s arms!
“What is going on?” Yuan Shu cried out in alarm within her sea of consciousness.
“Ahem, Shushu, well… I did warn you that this method of teleportation would bring you very close to the Divine Tree’s mark…”
“Close is one thing, but this is ridiculous! I wasn’t prepared at all!”
The Hehuan Divine Tree blinked innocently.
“Don’t worry, Shushu. The Hehuan power triggered by your use of divine energy has been temporarily suppressed by me. You won’t embarrass yourself!”
Yuan Shu fell silent.
Was this really the time to be talking about that?
“It’s you!”
Mo Yi’s icy voice came from above her head.
Yuan Shu looked up, calmly moved her hand away from his chest, and gave him a sweet, curving smile. “Peak Master Mo, what a coincidence. We’ve met before, haven’t we? We ran into each other on that path through the woods.”
Mo Yi’s brows drew together slightly. Clearly, he remembered their chance encounter at the crossroads.
At the time, he had taken a few extra looks at her.
Anyone who could appear within the Fallen Immortal Sect was most likely a disciple of the sect.
But how could an ordinary sect disciple have appeared on Blackwing Peak—and even entered this cavern?
Could it be that someone had discovered something?
As he pondered this, Yuan Shu spoke.
“Peak Master Mo, what is this place? How did I get here?”
“That is what I should be asking you. You’re not a disciple of Blackwing Peak, so why are you here?”
Mo Yi stared at Yuan Shu coldly, deep wariness filling his eyes.
Yuan Shu blinked. Her mind spun, and she immediately decided on a persona for herself—play dumb!
She put on a confused expression, her eyes innocent and bewildered. “I—I don’t know either. I was just wandering around the back mountain of the sect when I accidentally stepped into a cave. When I opened my eyes again, I had… I had fallen onto you.”
As she spoke, Yuan Shu even flushed shyly, glancing at Mo Yi with a bashful expression.
She absolutely could not admit that she had followed him in.
Besides, the terrain of the Fallen Immortal Sect was particularly unusual. Powerful immortals had even appeared here in the past.
It was hardly strange for an unknown pocket dimension to exist somewhere in the sect, or for something extraordinary to happen within it.
The same thing had happened with the spiritual-fire dimension Chiyang Fire had dragged her into several times.
“You’re saying you don’t know?” Mo Yi frowned, clearly unconvinced.
Yuan Shu nodded seriously. “I really don’t know what happened. Peak Master Mo, is this Blackwing Peak?”
“I’ve heard that Blackwing Peak is the most powerful peak in the Fallen Immortal Sect. The senior and junior brothers here are all exceptionally talented—much more so than the disciples of the other peaks.”
“But there’s a formation blocking the way beneath Blackwing Peak, so I’ve never had the chance to come up. Peak Master Mo, could you let me look around Blackwing Peak?”
Yuan Shu turned her head curiously, looking around like an inexperienced young disciple.
At the end of her question, she turned back and gazed at Mo Yi with shining, starry eyes, her expression full of admiration.
Her eyes were beautiful—the kind that were impossible to forget after seeing them just once. They were phoenix-shaped, with clear, dark, lustrous pupils.
Mo Yi felt as though he had been scalded by that heated gaze and looked away. “Get up first.”
“Oh.” Yuan Shu obediently braced herself against his chest and tried to stand, only to quickly discover that something was wrong.
She couldn’t get up.
“Peak Master Mo, why do you keep holding on to me and not letting me stand?”
“What did you say?” Mo Yi froze for a moment, not understanding what she meant.
He was holding her back and not letting her rise?
“Yes. Look—this spiritual energy coming from your body is pulling me down. Peak Master Mo, hurry and make it stop!”
Yuan Shu frowned and began struggling forcefully in his arms.
Mo Yi looked down. Only then did he discover, to his shock, that strands of black energy were spilling from his body before gathering into thin threads that coiled around the woman in his embrace.
When Yuan Shu pulled against them, the threads grew taut, soon forcing her back into his arms.
Mo Yi’s expression turned stunned.
This was… the source power of the fiendish energy within his body!
How could this be?
How could the source power of the fiendish energy act this way toward a strange woman?
Mo Yi hurriedly tried to restrain the source power within him, only to discover in shock that it was completely beyond his control!
Yuan Shu struggled and managed to sit up a little, but those wispy strands of source power immediately yanked her forcefully back into his arms.
“Peak Master Mo, hurry and withdraw this spiritual energy so I can get up!”
Yuan Shu turned to look at Mo Yi. As if she had noticed something, panic appeared on her face, and she began struggling even harder.
Water flowed past their waists. Their bodies were separated only by thin layers of fabric, pressed and rubbing against each other at such close range.
Before long, Mo Yi realized that something was wrong.
“Stop moving!”
He grabbed Yuan Shu by the arm and pulled her back into his embrace.
“W-What?” Yuan Shu looked as though he had frightened her. Her dark eyes, glistening like pools of water, gazed at him fearfully.
Mo Yi frowned. Seeing this, he could only soften his tone as he explained, “Don’t move. I’ll think of something.”
Mo Yi did not dare delay. He tried once more to control the fiendish energy within his body.
But it still didn’t work.
The Life-and-Death Reincarnation Art seemed to have been drawn to the spiritual energy within Yuan Shu, treating her as part of itself and clinging tightly to her as it circulated.
So long as Yuan Shu moved even slightly away from him, the powerful Life-and-Death Reincarnation Art would pull her back toward him.
Sweat appeared on Mo Yi’s forehead.
After infiltrating the Fallen Immortal Sect for so many years, he had never once been so close to a woman.
When he had taken a few extra looks at Yuan Shu at the crossroads, it had merely been because he felt that there was something unusual about her features and expression. He had wondered whether he might be able to make use of her in the future.
He had never imagined that things would go any further!
But now…
As the two struggled, water splashed over the pool, soaking Yuan Shu’s once-dry top.
The thin, gauzy fabric clung tightly to her snow-white skin, effortlessly outlining every curve of her figure.
The sight was breathtakingly alluring.
When Mo Yi glanced down by accident, his heart began pounding wildly beyond his control.
Not to mention the skin pressed against his beneath the thin fabric underwater.
He was a normal man. With such close physical contact, it would have been strange if he hadn’t reacted.
