Chapter 136 Have a pleasant journey
The silver Flying Sword shuttled through the sea of clouds. The gale was biting, yet it was steadily blocked by an invisible barrier of Sword Qi, making the sword as stable as flat ground.
Xiao Ming (Mu Changge) stood for a while and felt a bit "dull".
His gaze swept casually over the people on the sword. Elder Di Jian was closing his eyes to rest, seemingly immersed in some profound enlightenment. The other Mu Family Disciples were either excitedly overlooking the mountains and rivers or nervously holding their breath, trying to adapt to this high-altitude flight.
His gaze finally fell on the pale yellow figure sitting cross-legged at the very edge of the sword, standing straight as a pine.
Mu Wanning had her back to the crowd, facing the boundless sea of clouds, seemingly in meditation to calm her turbulent heart from the previous night and prepare for the unknown life in the Sect.
Her appearance was cold and stunning. Against the backdrop of flowing clouds, she looked like a Fairy in the clouds, though the slightly furrowed brows betrayed her inner unrest.
A hint of playfulness flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes, and the corners of his mouth quietly curled into an arc that no one noticed.
He suddenly felt that just standing there was truly "wasting" this long journey.
Thus, under the surprised gazes of several Mu Family Disciples, Xiao Ming moved.
He did not walk toward the more stable center of the sword but instead walked with leisurely steps directly toward Mu Wanning.
Mu Wanning, who had been using part of her mind to pay attention to her surroundings, noticed him the moment Xiao Ming approached.
Her long, thick eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, but she did not open her eyes immediately; instead, the aura around her grew colder, carrying a warning that strangers should not come near.
However, Xiao Ming turned a blind eye to her "warning".
He walked to Mu Wanning's side, stopped, and looked down at her cold side profile, then—in the sudden tension of Mu Wanning's perception, and under the wide-eyed gaze of the surrounding Mu Family Disciples—he did not say a word, and with a natural, somewhat lazy movement, he tilted his body and lay down directly!
Moreover, the position where he lay down was extremely precise; the back of his head landed squarely on Mu Wanning's lap, or more accurately, on the soft area of her thigh near her lower abdomen!
"！！！"
Mu Wanning's cross-legged body instantly stiffened like iron! The sudden weight, temperature, and the tactile sensation of the man's body pressing close exploded like a thunderclap on all her nerve endings!
Her tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. Her pale golden pupils were filled with incredulous shock, widening instantly, and even her perfectly shaped cherry lips parted slightly in extreme shock, forming a cute "O" shape.
"He... how dare he?"
Endless shame and anger surged into her heart like magma. Two blushes appeared on Mu Wanning's snow-white cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading all the way to her earlobes and neck.
She was just about to sternly rebuke and push away this bold, shameless lecher—
"Hmm..."
Xiao Ming made a sound first. He seemed not to have noticed Mu Wanning's reaction at all, and even adjusted his posture on her lap quite naturally to make himself more comfortable.
He closed his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes. With a faint weariness (which was, of course, feigned) from the long journey, he murmured in a lazy and slurred, low voice:
"I'm sleepy... Good sister, let me lean on you for a while, just sleep for a while..."
His tone was so natural, even carrying a sense of dependence like a younger brother acting spoiled to his older sister, as if this were a matter of course and the most normal thing in the world.
Mu Wanning was choked by his "Good sister" and his matter-of-fact tone; the rebuke she had prepared instantly got stuck in her throat.
She lowered her head and stared blankly at the man resting on her lap.
From this angle, she could see his clearly defined jaw, high nose bridge, and his side profile, which looked exceptionally handsome and peaceful now that his usual arrogant or deep expression had faded.
Sunlight filtered through the thin clouds and fell on him, plating him with a soft, pale golden glow, making Mu Wanning feel dazed, as if this face she had seen for over a decade suddenly possessed a breathtaking charm, as if hiding some magic that could make people sink into it.
Moreover, being so close, she could clearly smell the clean, pleasant scent of a man coming from him, mixed with sunlight and some indescribable fragrance. It was not strong, but it drilled into her nose in wisps, making her inexplicably flustered.
And the temperature of his body, through the thin fabric of her skirt, was clearly transmitted to her legs and even her lower abdomen, bringing waves of strange and burning tremors.
She froze there, forgetting to push him away or rebuke him for a moment. Her brain was in chaos, leaving only the real weight on her legs, the scent lingering at the tip of her nose, and this overly handsome sleeping face before her.
Xiao Ming naturally and keenly sensed the beauty's momentary stiffness and the subsequent strange pause.
He secretly laughed in his heart. The tip of his nose was filled with the unique cold, faint fragrance of Mu Wanning, mixed with the girl's body scent, like a handful of cold and alluring snow lotus, making him feel relaxed and happy, even a little distracted.
He seemed to be sleeping uneasily, his head unconsciously rubbing against Mu Wanning's bosom (towards her lower abdomen), and his nose even twitched slightly, as if searching for a more comfortable position and fresher scent in his sleep.
"！！！"
The clear weight and the warm breath coming from her thighs and abdomen spread through Mu Wanning's entire body like an electric current!
She suddenly woke up from that strange trance. This time, shame and anger completely overwhelmed her brief moment of distraction.
She had grown up to this age; when had she ever had such intimate and transgressive contact with a man? Even with this brother of hers who shared the same Bloodline, the two had always been cold and distant, maintaining a far distance!
"You... How presumptuous! Get off!" She finally found her voice, though it carried obvious trembling and shame, and she reached out to push hard against Xiao Ming's shoulder, wanting to push this brazen bastard off her body.
However, the moment her palm touched Xiao Ming's shoulder, before she could exert any force—
Xiao Ming seemed to be "woken up" by her action. He slightly lifted his eyelids, revealing eyes deep as a pool. There was no sleepiness inside, only clarity and a hint of faint, unquestionable meaning.
He maintained the posture of resting on her lap, his thin lips parted slightly, and he said in a lazy, hoarse voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Don't make a scene... My good sister, once we reach the Sect, we will have to look out for each other. Isn't it bad to bicker now?"
His voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry some kind of magic, making Mu Wanning's pushing action freeze again.
Yes... Mu Wanning's thoughts turned rapidly.
She was traveling with him this time, which was already somewhat lacking in justification. Once she entered the Wandao Sword Sect, if she had no Foundation, one could imagine the situation of an Outer Sect Disciple (perhaps not even a formal Disciple).
And "Mu Changge" was accepted as a Disciple by Elder Di Jian; his starting point was far higher than hers, and he would inevitably have more advantages in resources and connections.
In an unfamiliar Sect, they were indeed each other's only blood relatives, at least on the surface they needed to "look out for each other".
If she completely fell out with him now, she might find it difficult to move an inch in the Sect in the future...
This realization made her feel stifled, but the hand she used to push him away unconsciously loosened its strength.
However, just at this moment when she was slightly distracted and weighing the pros and cons, the person on her legs seemed to sleep "more soundly".
Xiao Ming's head buried deeper into her bosom, and he even let out a low sigh of satisfaction. His hot breath sprayed without obstruction onto her flat, soft lower abdomen, through the thin clothes, bringing waves of indescribable numbness and burning sensation, as if it would scald her skin and reach her Soul.
Mu Wanning's body trembled violently. The shame she had just suppressed surged up again, and her entire face, along with her neck, turned completely red, like a ripe peach.
She was shaking with anger. Her reason, which had just loosened, was again drowned by shame. This time, she must push this rogue away!
But Xiao Ming seemed to be able to predict her movements. Before she could exert force again, he closed his eyes and muttered in a sleepy, blurred yet extremely clear tone, like the final match that completely ignited the fuse and instantly froze it:
"Good sister... You wouldn't want... your Cultivation... huff..."
Before he could finish, the trailing sound turned into a long breath, as if he had really fallen into a deep sleep.
"！！！"
Mu Wanning felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Her whole body instantly stiffened, and her blood seemed to freeze! Her hand that was pushing him froze in mid-air, her fingertips cold.
He knew! He really knew! That purple-black aura last night, he saw it! Is he threatening me? Using this handle to threaten me into submission, letting him be so... so indecent?!
Endless shame, anger, grievance, and a sense of powerlessness from being held by her weak point overwhelmed her like a tide.
She looked at the handsome face of the man on her legs, who seemed completely unguarded and even sleeping very comfortably and sweetly, feeling the clear tactile sensations and scorching temperature from various parts of her body, and only felt her chest stifled and her eyes slightly hot.
"Shameless... Bastard!" She cursed through gritted teeth in her heart, but her body trembled slightly due to the extreme emotions. That appearance of wanting to cry but having no tears, full of shame and anger yet helpless, if seen by others, would probably make their jaws drop—was this still the high and cold Mu Family Young Miss?
Although Xiao Ming had his eyes closed, how sharp were his five senses? Every bit of Mu Wanning's angry trembling, every disorder in her breathing, and even the accelerated heartbeat were clearly transmitted to his ears.
Feeling this stifled appearance of his "Good sister" who was trembling with anger but dared not act, he felt extremely satisfied, and the arc of his mouth was almost unable to be concealed.
And this "warm" scene of "deep sisterly love" naturally fell into the eyes of the few Mu Family Disciples riding the Flying Sword.
At first, when they saw their Young Lord lying directly on the Young Miss's lap, their eyeballs almost popped out, and they all gasped.
Immediately, there was uncontrollable whispering. Although the voices were very low, they were all Cultivators, so how could they not hear clearly?
"My goodness... When did the relationship between the Young Lord and the Young Miss become so... so good?" A Disciple looked incredulous, secretly glancing over with his peripheral vision.
"Yeah, yeah, I thought they were always at odds! Before, in the mansion, they rarely spoke when they met, and the atmosphere was cold enough to freeze." Another agreed, his tone full of surprise and curiosity.
"You don't understand this, right? Fighting is kissing, scolding is love. Maybe they are just cold on the surface as siblings, but they have good feelings in private! Look, the Young Miss didn't even push the Young Lord away!" Another person thought he had insight into something and laughed in a low voice.
"Tsk tsk, I really didn't expect it... But the Young Lord is really... unconstrained. The Young Miss actually let him do it?"
Although the discussion was low, those curious, probing, and even slightly ambiguous gazes were like substance, constantly drifting toward the two "leaning on each other".
Xiao Ming's ears moved slightly, hearing all these discussions. He couldn't be happier, and the arc of his mouth became more obvious, but it was cleverly covered by the shadow of his side face.
He wanted exactly this effect. Not only did he take advantage, but he also confirmed the illusion of their "deep sisterly love" in front of everyone, leaving Mu Wanning with unspeakable grievances.
Mu Wanning naturally heard those subtle discussions, and every word was like a needle pricking her sensitive nerves.
She felt her earlobes burning, as if they were about to burn up, and her cheeks were red enough to drip blood.
She wished she could dig a hole in the ground immediately or kick this shameless person on her lap off!
But could she? She couldn't!
She could only lower her eyelids tightly, her thick, long eyelashes trembling violently, not daring to look at any gaze around her, as if that could isolate herself.
However, once she lowered her head, her gaze inevitably fell on the face of the "culprit" resting on her lap.
From this angle, she could clearly see his handsome nose bridge, long eyelashes, and his peaceful sleeping face that seemed exceptionally harmless, even a bit childish, because of his "deep sleep".
Sunlight sprinkled on his face, outlining a perfect contour. For some reason, looking at this face so close at hand, the feeling of shame and anger in Mu Wanning's heart was strangely mixed with a hint of strange palpitation.
Her heart beat uncontrollably, thumping, thumping, appearing exceptionally clear and loud in the quiet ears.
This face... seemed to have some strange magic. The more she looked, the more she felt... attractive?
"Mu Wanning! What are you thinking?" She scolded herself fiercely in her heart, and her face burned even more severely, "He is your brother! Your half-brother! Wake up!"
But the more she warned herself, the clearer that strange feeling became. His scent, the temperature of his body, his unguarded sleeping face at this moment... Everything made her heart chaotic, unable to think calmly at all.
And just as she was internally battling, with shame and anger intertwined with a trace of inexplicable emotion, Xiao Ming on her legs seemed to feel that this posture was not comfortable enough and moved again in his "dream".
His face, which was originally tilted to the side, slowly turned back, and then—his whole face buried into her soft lower abdomen!
"Hmm..."
He even let out a blurred nose sound, as if extremely comfortable.
In the next second, Mu Wanning clearly felt waves of hot, scalding breath spraying through her thin yellow Fairy skirt, without any obstruction, onto the skin of her most sensitive and soft lower abdomen!
The temperature was so clear, so domineering, as if carrying an electric current, instantly penetrating the clothing, burning her skin, igniting a strange flame in her body, spreading to her limbs and bones, and even her Soul was trembling!
"Boom—!"
Mu Wanning felt as if something had exploded in her mind. All the blood in her body seemed to rush to the top of her head, and her vision went black.
She could feel her body temperature rising rapidly, her heart beating so fast it seemed to want to break free from the shackles of her chest, and a stream of heat, mixed with extreme shame and strange numbness, gathered and rippled at her lower abdomen...
She sat there stiffly, not daring to move, like an exquisite jade sculpture, only her slightly trembling eyelashes and astonishingly red cheeks revealing the raging waves in her heart.
And Xiao Ming, in his "deep sleep", felt the temperature of his "pillow" rise suddenly and the heartbeat that was about to jump out, felt the slight but ashamed trembling of the beauty, and smelled the increasingly rich cold fragrance (which seemed to be mixed with a trace of other, more alluring scents) at the tip of his nose, the successful, wicked smile in his heart almost overflowed.
"This journey, it really won't be boring, my dear... Good sister."