Yun Xubai’s gentle smile, mingled with the warm sunlight outside the window, burrowed into Meng Qitang’s heart with an irresistible magnetism that lured one into sinking deeper, until drowning in that gaze, unable to extricate oneself.
Stop! Cut it out!
Meng Qitang abruptly averted her gaze and burrowed back under the covers, mumbling softly, “Is this the magnetic field of a deity?”
She couldn’t control her racing heart—it was rather frightening.
Yun Xubai watched her retreating figure and raised an eyebrow slightly, his expression rather alluring.
He was about to say something more when sounds came from outside the door, and he remembered the medicine still simmering on the stove for the woman.
The man left the room, and the moment he closed the door, his mind suddenly cleared.
Yun Xubai’s brows furrowed slightly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his face full of disbelief.
What had he just been doing?
Lifting his clothes in front of a mortal?!
The man let out a soft tsk, thinking that the power of the Peacock Plume truly could not be underestimated.
Yun Xubai had already developed an inexplicable affection for Meng Qitang without realizing it.
It was something that made him irresistibly want to draw closer to her.
Humans called this behavior attachment.
This feeling was too uncontrollable, completely beyond Yun Xubai’s expectations.
He ran a hand through his black hair in agitation, pacing back and forth under the eaves, alternating between smiles and frowns, unable to stay still.
Then he turned around and saw the woman standing at the doorway, staring at him—he had no idea how long she’d been there.
Meng Qitang was dumbfounded. Was this series of behaviors something a normal peacock should exhibit?
The situation was awkward, to say the least.
She coughed twice. “Little peacock, did you happen to see my phone when you rescued me?”
Yun Xubai narrowed his eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately, “Lit-tle pea-cock?”
“Awwwwww? Little peacock!?” A youthful male voice rang out from outside, followed by a flash of white rushing into the room, dispersing the white steam rising from the boiling medicine pot.
It was a furious Yun Beiwang.
The young man pulled back the hood of his sweatshirt. He looked no older than eighteen, carrying a chill of mountain snow, glaring at Meng Qitang with fierce eyes.
“You mortal, how dare you offend our peacock clan?”
Yun Beiwang was so furious he’d lost his head. White light flickered in his palm, and suddenly a sharp blade appeared in his hand.
“Yun Beiwang! Don’t make a move!”
Yun Xubai called out to stop him, but it was already too late.
The young man charged at Meng Qitang at lightning speed. She instinctively raised her hand, and the Peacock Plume on her wrist flashed with silver light. In the next instant, a massive fan of snow-white peacock tail feathers spread open behind the woman.
Accompanied by a long peacock cry, several tail feathers shot through the air, directly repelling Yun Beiwang and pinning his limbs against the opposite wall, leaving him unable to move.
Meng Qitang: ? What just flew past? |°°)
Yun Xubai had long anticipated this outcome. His Peacock Plume was immensely powerful—unrivaled when it came to protecting its master.
He walked over to Meng Qitang and only relaxed after confirming the woman was completely unharmed.
Then he turned to Yun Beiwang, pinned against the wall, and spoke sternly, “Yun Beiwang, you should know that as a Holy Spirit, you cannot recklessly harm the lives of mortals.”
The Holy Spirits of the mortal world were bound by the Heavenly Dao, and wanton actions would incur corresponding consequences.
“How old are you? One bolt of heavenly lightning could strike you out of existence.” Yun Xubai couldn’t help but lecture, then raised his hand to retract those tail feathers.
Yun Beiwang fell from the wall, catching himself on the ground and coughing up several mouthfuls of fresh blood.
He wiped the corner of his mouth, his tone tinged with grievance, “Brother Xu, I understand.”
Then both of their gazes turned to Meng Qitang, only to find that she had already hidden herself under the blanket.
Muffled under the blanket, Meng Qitang felt drowsy and hadn’t expected that a casual call of “Little Peacock” would cause such a big scene.
As a mortal, her tolerance had its limits.
Watching spiritual power and immortal arts appear in this world with her own eyes was still pretty terrifying, okay?
…
Yun Beiwang was injured, and Yun Xubai told him to go back and recuperate.
He was unwilling, but he still had to obey Yun Xubai’s wishes.
However, before leaving, he took one deep look into the room.
Just wait.
He had already asked the Divine Lord on Lingwu Mountain.
As long as he cultivated the Heartbreak Flower, then refined its toxins, forged them into a pill with fire, and fed it to that woman before spring arrived…
It would sever that woman’s feelings for Brother Xu. She wouldn’t develop feelings for him.
Anyway, Brother Xu could never fall in love with a mortal!
…
Yun Xubai ladled out the herbal medicine from the pot on the stove and carried it into the room.
He had just sat down by the bedside when a delicate arm emerged from under the blanket.
It was the hand with the Peacock Plume.
Meng Qitang’s voice was muffled, “Yun Xubai, take this thing away. Don’t keep it on my hand.”
A flicker of light danced in Yun Xubai’s eyes as he stared at her slender wrist and chuckled softly, “It’s a bit too late for that. It can’t be taken back.”
“Why?” Meng Qitang emerged from the blanket, her hair in disarray and her face flushed red from being under the covers. “Don’t do this, don’t scare me like this. I don’t want to get involved in the matters between you gods.”
“You look like this…” The man’s gaze involuntarily fell on her red lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It scares me too.”
Afraid of losing control…
It seemed he had already lost control.
He raised his hand to cover his face, feeling quite helpless.
“I’ll find a way to resolve the matter of the Peacock Plume,” he said, picking up the herbal medicine and handing it to her. Worried she might burn herself, he considerately used his spiritual power to cool it down. “Drink the medicine first, and I’ll take you back.”
He needed to calm down. He couldn’t continue staying by her side.
Meng Qitang obediently complied. “It’s fine, I can walk back by myself.”
Yun Xubai: “Over three thousand kilometers.”
“How much?” Although Meng Qitang had prepared herself somewhat, she was still startled into a cough. “Over three thousand kilometers…”
“No, wait, big brother, you fly—”
She felt stupid the moment she said it.
The big brother did indeed fly.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Yun Xubai delivered Meng Qitang to the courtyard house in Mist City, as if she had been rescued from the mountain by the residents of Mist City.
Lin Linlin received Meng Qitang’s message and rushed over from the mountain at top speed.
She was almost scared to tears—such a beautiful woman, gone without a trace just like that.
“Tangtang, let me see, where are you hurt?” Lin Linlin circled around her twice and didn’t see any serious wounds.
Meng Qitang grabbed her, stopping her from circling again. “I’m really fine, just scared out of my wits.”
And wasn’t that the truth?
She had even seen gods fighting.
Lin Linlin patted her head. “You’ve really been through it. Oh, by the way, He Muchen has already found Ruan Yi.”
Meng Qitang nodded. “That’s good then.”
“Strangely enough, that day on my way back to the camp, I ran into He Muchen. He was following right behind us…” Lin Linlin linked her arm through Meng Qitang’s, and the two of them headed up the mountain together.
“Logically speaking, if you fell, he should have been the first to see it. But it turns out he wasn’t the one who saved you, and you even ended up missing for a whole night.”
Meng Qitang was immensely grateful that it wasn’t He Muchen who had saved her. “Otherwise, I’d owe him a favor. I don’t want to get tangled up with him anymore.”
Lin Linlin: “That’s true. Anyway, after Ruan Yi came back, his attitude toward her did a complete one-eighty.”
“Really? How so?”