novelapdf Chapter 266 The Saintess's Secret Affection
Chapter 266 The Saintess's Secret Affection
The cave was filled with a lingering warmth as Lin Miaoyin slowly awoke from the long, chaotic darkness.
What she noticed first was not her surroundings, but the fact that the meridians in her body, which had been on the verge of collapse, were now as wide and unobstructed as rivers.
The domineering and strange poison of lust that had lingered deep within her golden core, seemingly intent on burning her soul and even her bones and blood to ashes, had long since vanished without a trace.
Lin Miaoyin slowly propped up her aching body, and when she looked down, her gaze fell on the oversized blue men's robe that didn't belong to her at all.
The rough fabric of the robe still retained the man's body heat, deep within her body.
There was still a strange yet strangely familiar and domineering lingering pure yang spiritual energy flowing slowly.
Along with the lingering sense of yin and yang merging, fragments of images that were enough to make one blush flooded her mind like spring water.
The excruciating pain and fragrant sweat, the tangled and messy limbs, as if burned by fire.
And the broad chest that held her tightly in its embrace, all of these things reappeared with unparalleled clarity at this moment.
At this moment, Lin Miaoyin fully realized the detoxification treatment that had taken place in this dark cave.
What an absurd and irreversible affair it was.
"Junior brother is so annoying, he actually used this method to heal me."
Lin Miaoyin murmured softly, her voice barely audible, without a trace of the murderous intent and majesty expected of the aloof saintess of the Hehuan Sect.
Strangely, what lingered in her mind at this moment was not the shame of losing her virginity, but rather the sense of fulfillment and security of being firmly embraced in the abyss of despair.
Her usually aloof and icy face blushed with a captivating rosy hue, which spread down her slender neck and all the way to her ears.
Lin Miaoyin, slightly flustered, stretched out her fair fingers and tightly wrapped the robe, which was too big for her, around her body.
Through the gradually dissipating array light that had lost its spiritual power, she turned her gaze toward the cave entrance.
In the flickering, dim light at the cave entrance, there lay the one she had watched buried beneath the pile of rubble.
Mo Chengyue, the junior brother whom he considered dead, was standing there leisurely.
What surprised and baffled Lin Miaoyin was that her junior brother, who should have been struggling alone in the ruins, was by her side.
At this moment, three stunningly beautiful women, each with a completely different style, stood side by side.
The female cultivator from the same sect, whose figure was strikingly outlined in a rose-purple dress, was speaking with a light laugh through her peach blossom eyes that seemed to hold spring water.
Sitting next to her was a female sword cultivator who held a long, emerald-green sword and exuded a cool and aloof aura.
Beside the outermost stone wall, there leaned a stunningly beautiful woman from another race, with long, flowing, seven-colored hair and heterochromatic phoenix eyes.
Watching Mo Chengyue chat and laugh with these three top beauties who were clearly no ordinary people with ease.
They even joked and teased each other, which stirred a ripple in Lin Miaoyin's heart.
"Who exactly are they to my junior brother? Why are they still so close to him amidst such dangerous ruins?"
She secretly pondered the identities of these three women, and for the first time, she felt an extremely subtle possessiveness towards things other than cultivation and power.
However, what Lin Miaoyin herself found hard to believe was that she had just lost her virginity.
The sight of the man flirting with other women outside didn't evoke even the slightest resentment in her heart.
Her thoughts drifted back to that desolate pile of rocks from a distant past.
The image of that thin but selfless figure who shielded her from a deadly flying sword vividly reappeared before her eyes.
That figure from behind perfectly overlapped with the domineering figure who, like a god descending from heaven, forcibly snatched her back from the young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect today, in the flickering firelight.
"Thankfully, you were the one who saved me in the end, not that disgusting young master of the Heavenly Demon Sect."
Lin Miaoyin sighed silently in her heart, completely shedding the aloof shell she used to disguise and protect herself.
These two unforgettable acts of saving her life, coupled with that domineering and unsolvable dual cultivation detoxification method, have completely softened all the defenses of this Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect.
The night breeze at the cave entrance carried a slight chill, and Mo Chengyue, whose five senses were already beyond those of other cultivators of the same level, keenly detected the subtle and rapid changes in breathing deep within the cave.
He immediately dropped his relaxed demeanor as he joked with the three female cultivators, turned around and made a simple gesture to them to be quiet.
Then, with steady, measured steps, he slowly walked towards the depths of the cave, where a decadent atmosphere still lingered.
Mo Chengyue knelt down on one knee in front of Lin Miaoyin, carefully examining the woman who was wrapped in a large robe and whose eyes were darting around.
After confirming that the other party had not drawn their sword to harm him due to the collapse of their Dao heart, the weight that had been hanging in his heart finally settled down.
In order to completely control this exceptional combat power who had just broken through to the peak of the late Core Formation stage due to a misfortune, Mo Chengyue decided to make this performance a complete charade.
He gave Lin Miaoyin no chance to hesitate or back down, directly displaying a tough attitude that was impossible for anyone to resist.
His hands slipped under her soft knees and slender back, and with a slight effort, he lifted her steadily into his arms.
Caught off guard by this sudden, unexpected turn of events, Lin Miaoyin let out a soft gasp of surprise.
Just as she was about to instinctively struggle, Mo Chengyue lowered his head and gently placed a warm kiss on her smooth, jade-like forehead without any hesitation.
"Senior sister, you're awake."
He breathed softly into her ear, speaking in a gentle yet slightly teasing tone.
This sudden act of intimacy completely softened Lin Miaoyin's tense nerves, and a soft murmur escaped her lips uncontrollably.
Her usual aloofness vanished without a trace at this moment, replaced by a coquettish tone brimming with the sweet and sour scent of romance.
"Hate."
Lin Miaoyin blushed and symbolically clenched her fist, giving his thick, hard chest a couple of weak punches.
She then completely gave up resisting, obediently wrapping her arms around his strong neck like a docile kitten.
Holding the soft, warm jade that was finally no longer prickly, Mo Chengyue strode out of that dark, deep area.
He boldly approached the open area at the cave entrance, illuminated by the firelight, and faced his three companions who were staring at him with all sorts of complicated and strange gazes.
Four female cultivators, each possessing exceptional beauty and temperament, exchanged glances amidst the ancient ruins filled with bloodshed and slaughter.
Yu Jianhuan crossed her arms and looked at the saintess who was always aloof and arrogant, now nestled in Mo Chengyue's arms without any airs.
Her full red lips parted slightly, instinctively wanting to utter the most sarcastic words to mock her fellow disciple who had been defeated in the competition.
But the hurtful words that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.
Because she knew better than anyone else that she herself had countless times been like a moth drawn to warmth.
Willing to immerse myself in this vast embrace, full of calculation yet extremely safe.
Jin Qiaoqiao, leaning against the stone wall, turned her head slightly, her golden phoenix eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, gently sweeping over Lin Miaoyin's face.
The peacock princess smiled faintly, a unique gesture reserved for powerful demons watching a play.
Watching as this pure and unattainable saintess of the human race was mercilessly dragged into the mire by that rogue man.
A strange sense of balance arose in her heart, as if everyone was rolling around in the mud.
Even though Su Qingying was sitting the furthest away, she was still the calmest and most restrained of the four.
She silently lowered her long eyelids, focusing all her attention on the Jade Spirit Sword in her hand, which had been with her for many years.
Her slender, pale fingers slowly and mechanically caressed the cold scabbard.
She tried to use this tiny movement to cover up the bitterness in her heart that even she herself found absurd.