Chapter 1286: Going Down

This sigh of relief came too soon.

Yuhua left the room, even closing the door considerately, but Yuzhen remained on the bed.

That faint, elusive fragrance, it seemed to grow closer, closer...

Impossible!

Jiang Wang's eyes snapped open!

A small sachet hanging before him was hooked back by an index finger like coagulated jade.

And Yuzhen still leaned against the headboard, maintaining a certain distance, looking down at him.

At some point, she had removed that Bodhi mask.

So her soul-capturing eyes, those plump crimson lips that seemed to burn with flame, were clearly displayed before his eyes.

Her red lips, like fiery embers ready to ignite, now held a teasing smile at the corners.

Between his eyes and hers, a fair hand was suspended, its slightly curved little finger like a jade hook, the delicate sachet hanging from it gently swaying.

That ever-nearing fragrance, so it was this...

What Yuzhen, what nun, what purity, naturalness, gentleness, and tranquility—she was always this playful!

Now, the woman's voice was languid, like a tired kitten.

"Is there nothing you wish to say?" she asked.

Jiang Wang pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Get down!"

Jiang Wang simply lay down on the floor.

He lay on the ground, glaring furiously at the woman sitting on the bed.

Yuzhen brushed off imaginary dust from her hands and sneered, "You seem to have forgotten whose bed this truly is. Reflect properly here for a night."

Jiang Wang fumed, "Once my injuries heal, I shall... *Mph*!"

A feeling, soft, warm, and dense, fiercely collided with him.

His lips were blocked, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.

He instinctively tried to push away the woman who had suddenly pounced on him, but his hands were firmly held down.

It was then that he remembered to channel his Dao Yuan, to mobilize his extraordinary power in his weakened state... but the gathered Dao Yuan was easily dispersed with a shock.

He resisted with all his might, but all his resistance was crushed. He even attempted to tap into his Five Palaces, but the entire Five Palace Sea was suppressed by Miaoyu's power, remaining utterly still.

And it was then that he realized with a start—

His tightly clenched teeth had been gently but forcefully prised open!

What was the night, what was the moon, what were the clouds?

For a moment, he could not recall.

His mind was a vast blankness.

Everything was distant, and yet everything was very close...

Upon the clear waves, mandarin ducks intertwined their necks.

By the winding riverbank, weeping willows entangled.

The ancient sages were truly skilled at coining words. Take, for instance, the word "kiss" (吻合 - lit. 'to match lips'). With just a slight taste, one can feel that wonderful sense of perfect fit.

Now Jiang Wang finally understood the marvel of this word.

He suddenly awoke with a jolt.

"*Mph*!"

"*Mph*!"

Unspeakable, resistant sounds churned in his throat.

And that warm entanglement swirled on his tongue.

The world spun...

"*Mph*!"

Heaven and earth were suddenly divided.

Yuzhen pushed him away with a sweep and lightly landed back by the bed.

Her nun's hat was gone, her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, her beautiful eyes were slightly dazed, causing one's heart to flutter.

She lightly traced her crimson lips with the pad of her fair index finger and said lazily, "You've reminded me, then let's collect some interest while your injuries haven't healed."

Jiang Wang could not describe his feelings.

Shame, vexation, anger, urgency... perhaps a combination of all.

"Demoness!" he fumed, "A scholar may be killed, but not humiliated!"

"How have I humiliated you?" Yuzhen asked at her leisure.

Jiang Wang was momentarily speechless.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Yuzhen then lay sideways on the bed, her graceful figure like a painting of mountains and rivers in splashed ink, flowing in a posture of rare beauty in this world.

She rested her head on her hand and simply watched Jiang Wang lying on the ground: "Jiang Qingyang, unmatched in faith and righteousness. I went to such great lengths to save you, do you not owe me?"

"What I owe you, I will repay!"

"Of course." Yuzhen smiled. "You are repaying now."

Having said that, she even pursed her lips.

"You..."

Jiang Wang trembled with anger, but ultimately could not produce a complete sentence beginning with 'you'.

It was then that he tasted a sweet, metallic flavor and realized... his lip had been bitten.

He became even more enraged.

"You seem displeased?" Yuzhen asked with a smile.

Jiang Wang looked at her eager eyes, and ultimately, recognizing the unfavorable situation, dared not test his limits. He sighed and changed his strategy: "Let's talk!"

"Alright," Yuzhen said lazily. "How do you wish to talk... what shall we talk about?"

"...Let's just talk like this." Jiang Wang regrouped, trying to shake off the strange atmosphere. "Is this the Washing Moon Convent?"

Yuzhen seemed to be in a good mood and nodded slightly: "Mhm."

"How did you... end up here?" Jiang Wang asked.

Yuzhen looked at him and smiled: "Are you concerned about me?"

Jiang Wang decisively switched to another question: "How did you find me? I mean... Zhao Xuanyang took me to hide in the ancient demonic cavern, even True Persons couldn't find it."

Yuzhen still smiled: "I am a demoness of the evil cult, how could I not know of this ancient demonic cavern? The goal of the White Bone Path is to establish a divine kingdom in the present world; when necessary, there's nothing wrong with being neighbors with the demonic race."

In truth, her ability to find Jiang Wang was also due to her tirelessly searching inch by inch. However, she judged Zhao Xuanyang's hiding route more accurately than Ku Jue. This was because the white lotus on Jiang Wang's back was planted by her own hand, and its faint perception helped her determine the general location.

But she did not say this.

It did indeed sound natural that a demoness of the evil cult could find the ancient demonic cavern.

At this moment, her face still held a smile, and her eyes still captivated.

But for some reason, Jiang Wang dared not look any longer.

He averted his gaze, looking at the ceiling, and asked again, "What's the situation outside now?"

"Don't know," Yuzhen replied flatly.

"Over in Qi..."

"Don't know!"

"Jing Country..."

"Don't know!"

"Master Ku Jue..."

"Don't know!"

"How long until my injuries heal?" Jiang Wang asked again.

"No comment," Yuzhen said.

Jiang Wang frowned: "Didn't we just agree to talk?"

"Who talks about such things with a girl?" Yuzhen chided.

"..." Jiang Wang said, "Then let's not talk."

"You say talk, and we talk? You say don't talk, and we don't talk?"

Jiang Wang remained silent.

Yuzhen pressed on: "Are you trying to pay the interest?"

"..." Jiang Wang muttered sullenly, "Then what should we talk about?"

"Just now... what did it feel like?"

Jiang Wang: ...

"Hmm? No feeling?"

Jiang Wang gritted his teeth: "None at all!"

"Is that provoking me?" Yuzhen chuckled lightly: "Sounds like you're unsatisfied..."

"Let's talk about the Washing Moon Convent!" Jiang Wang quickly said: "Speaking of which, I truly don't know much about this Buddhist sect. Let's talk about it!"

"Oh? Then what do you wish to know?"

"Perhaps start with your senior sister Yuhua..."

Jiang Wang lay on his back on the floor, Yuzhen lay on her side on the bed.

Thus they talked, perhaps of matters of significance, perhaps not.

Jiang Wang looked at the dark ceiling, Yuzhen looked at him.