Chapter 197 Tender Twilight

A few hours later, Mu Changge's figure, like a shadow merging into the twilight, appeared silently once again at the entrance of the valley shrouded in thick, pink mist.

A sweet, intoxicating fragrance filled the air, intertwining with the bloody afterglow of the setting sun, making this area appear increasingly ambiguous and secretive.

This dreamlike pink mist, like a living barrier, flowed slowly, isolating the inside from the outside.

As soon as his footsteps entered the range of the pink mist, the surging mist ahead seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, rapidly contracting and condensing inward, transforming in the blink of an eye into a slender figure capable of making any man's blood surge.

—It was Meiying.

She seemed to have just bathed (well... maybe), her body loosely wrapped in a nearly transparent light pink veil. Her wet, waterfall-like long hair was draped over her smooth back, and water droplets slid down her delicate skin, disappearing into the thrilling, undulating curves.

The veil clung to her body, failing to conceal anything, but instead outlining every thrilling curve to the fullest. In the hazy pink mist and twilight, she exuded a silent and fatal temptation.

She was barefoot, her snow-white jade feet stepping lazily on the mist. Those charming, soul-captivating eyes instantly filled with spring water and joy that could melt a person when looking at Mu Changge.

"Revered Master, you have finally returned!" Meiying's voice was bone-meltingly seductive, carrying deep longing and a trace of imperceptible resentment.

She did not immediately wrap herself around him as usual, but simply stood there, her eyes darting, looking Mu Changge up and down, as if tasting every inch of him with her gaze.

Then, her red lips parted slightly, and the breath she exhaled carried a seductive, sweet fragrance: "Congratulations, Revered Master, your cultivation has become even more refined... From far away, this servant could already feel that aura on you that makes my heart flutter." Meiying licked her red lips, her exclamation carrying a teasing tone.

Mu Changge stopped, his gaze sweeping over her "cool" attire, a flash of heat passing through the depths of his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

The corner of his mouth curled into an arc: "It seems you have gained a lot during my absence. Now your aura... is probably approaching the half-step Void Refining stage, isn't it?"

Meiying covered her lips and chuckled, her eyes filled with infinite charm: "It's all thanks to Revered Master's blessing for giving this servant such a good place to 'keep house'. The aura here is indeed of great benefit to my Cultivate, but..." She deliberately drew out her tone, her slender jade fingers seemingly inadvertently brushing over her smooth collarbone, looking at Mu Changge with burning eyes, "...compared to external objects, this servant misses Revered Master's 'aura' more!"

Mu Changge naturally understood the double meaning in her words and shook his head with some helplessness; this female ghost was truly thinking of teasing him at every moment.

He immediately stopped responding and strode towards the depths of the pink mist, in the direction of the cave.

Meiying's figure silently transformed back into a wisp of pink smoke, merging into the surrounding surging mist, leaving only a very light sigh, filled with resentment and expectation, lingering in Mu Changge's ears.

'Revered Master... really doesn't understand the mood!'

Inside the cave, the light was dim, illuminated softly by a few glowing stones embedded in the walls.

The air was filled with a faint floral fragrance and the unique, quiet scent of a woman.

Yun Qingyao was sitting cross-legged on a flat blue stone, Cultivate (perhaps moved from another direction, after all, sitting in a flower bed isn't comfortable).

Hearing familiar footsteps, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When she saw that the person coming was none other than the Junior Brother Mu she had been longing for, her eyes instantly burst with joy and attachment, and her aura naturally converged.

She rose lightly, her white dress flowing like water, and a gentle, joyful smile bloomed on her stunningly beautiful face as she softly called out: "Junior Brother Mu...!"

However, before she could fully utter the last word "Brother", a blur appeared before her eyes, and an irresistible force wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into a solid and familiar embrace.

Mu Changge held her tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and his scorching breath sprayed onto her ear, which instantly flushed red. His voice was low and domineering: "From now on, call me 'Young Master'."

He paused slightly, his tone tinged with a hint of evil charm and intimacy, and continued: "Of course, when it is just the two of us, or... at certain special moments, you may also call me... Revered Master."

Yun Qingyao's delicate body trembled violently, feeling numb as if struck by electricity.

"Young Master"... "Revered Master"... The intimacy and subordination represented by these two titles made her feel a strong sense of shame, and her fair neck and even her earlobes quickly flushed a moving crimson.

However, beneath this shame, an indescribable feeling silently sprouted and twined like a poisonous vine, making her heart beat like a drum.

She found that she could not resist, and instead, under Mu Changge's domineering command and scorching breath, her body gradually softened, and there was even a faint trace of expectation deep in her heart.

"Mu, Young... Young Master..." She murmured, her voice as thin as a mosquito, trembling, but she finally called out obediently.

Hearing this "Young Master", Mu Changge felt a warmth in his heart. He felt the warm, fragrant, and soft jade in his arms with satisfaction, then chuckled softly, saying no more, and naturally covered the two unattainable, towering snow-capped mountains, grasping them precisely...

"Hmm..." Yun Qingyao was caught off guard, her whole body going soft in Mu Changge's arms.

The temperature inside the cave seemed to rise suddenly, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeated the air.

Yun Qingyao's originally clear eyes were covered with a layer of hazy water mist, and she leaned weakly on Mu Changge's shoulder, letting herself sink into it.

I don't know how much time passed, but after some intimate nuzzling and affection, Yun Qingyao was disheveled, her beautiful face flushed red, and she lay softly in Mu Changge's arms, her breathing yet to calm down.

Mu Changge played with a strand of her loose black hair, the heat in his eyes slowly fading, returning to calmness and depth.

He spoke slowly, his voice slightly hoarse from the aftermath: "Qingyao, there is something you need to do."

Yun Qingyao barely gathered her focus, lifted her beautiful, watery eyes to look at him, her eyes full of reliance and obedience.

"I want you to go..." Mu Changge's voice was very low, almost against Yun Qingyao's ear, whispering the upcoming arrangements with his breath, while one hand gently stroked her long hair.

This intimate whispering and hair-stroking made Yun Qingyao's heart beat faster.

She pressed her cheek closer to Mu Changge's neck, rubbed against it gently, and her voice was so soft it could drip water: "Hmm... Young Master, rest assured, Qingyao understands. I will definitely act carefully and will never delay Young Master's affairs."

"Very good." Mu Changge said, releasing the hand that was holding her, and instead took her right hand.

As he flipped his palm, a ring with an ancient design, white jade color, appearing ordinary but faintly containing restrained flowing light, appeared at his fingertips.

He gently slipped the ring onto Yun Qingyao's slender index finger.

The moment the ring touched her skin, it automatically adjusted its size, fitting perfectly.

"Wear this ring (the same as the ones I exchanged from the System mall and gave to the Revered Masters)," Mu Changge looked at the ring on her finger and explained, "It is not just a token, but also contains a trace of my Divine Soul imprint.

From now on, no matter how far apart we are, as long as you inject Qi, you can use this ring to send short messages, and it will also faintly point to my location."

Yun Qingyao lowered her head, looking at the ring on her finger that seemed to carry his body temperature and scent, and an indescribable warm current and sense of security welled up in her heart.

This was not just a tool for communication, but more like a silent declaration, a tight bond that tied her and him firmly together.

She gently stroked the cool surface of the ring and nodded firmly, her gaze resolute: "Qingyao will remember. With it here, it is as if Young Master is by my side."

Seeing that Yun Qingyao understood, Mu Changge slowly helped her up from his arms and stood her facing him.

He held Yun Qingyao's flushed cheeks with both hands, his fingertips lovingly stroking her slightly swollen lips, looking deeply into the depths of her eyes filled with reliance, his voice unprecedentedly gentle, even carrying a hint of obvious doting: "Go. Remember to be careful."

"Qingyao understands." Yun Qingyao nodded firmly again, warmth welling up in her heart because of his undisguised concern, diluting the reluctance of a short separation.

"Young Master..." She suddenly raised her head, the watery light in her eyes even stronger, but it was no longer passion, but a mixture of worry and a trace of cold determination, "Did you mention just now... that you are going to find Jian Wushuang to help Yunyao take revenge?"

Mu Changge keenly captured the nearly imperceptible chill in her tone, understood in his heart, but remained calm on the surface, just gave a faint "Hmm", which was considered an acknowledgment.

"Jian Wushuang..." Yun Qingyao repeated the name in a low voice.

In an instant, all the tenderness, affection, and reluctance in her eyes receded like a tide, replaced by a suddenly emerging, bone-chilling cold light!

In that cold light was undisguised disgust and biting killing intent.

This name represented deception, utilization, genocide, and the past she did not want to look back on.

He was not only Young Master's enemy, but also the shadow of the past that she, Yun Qingyao, must cut off.

Mu Changge took in the drastic change of emotions in her eyes, satisfied in his heart, but did not show it on his face at all.

He lowered his head slightly and pressed a short but deep kiss on her red lips, which were pursed due to tension.

When their lips parted, he watched as the cold killing intent churning in Yun Qingyao's eyes slightly stagnated due to the kiss, and then was slowly covered by familiar tenderness, before he said in a low and firm voice, whispering by her lips: "Rest assured, what he owes you... I will collect it back for you, one by one, with interest, with my own hands."

This promise, like a reassurance, instantly smoothed out the churning cold waves in Yun Qingyao's heart.

The cold light in her eyes quickly melted, turning back into the tenderness and trust that could drown him.

Yun Qingyao looked at him infatuatedly like this and nodded gently. This time, there was no hesitation or gloom, only complete trust and support left: "Hmm. Young Master, be careful in everything, if..."

Mu Changge released her cheeks, then naturally raised his hand and gave a light, crisp slap on her pert, rounded buttocks, making a clear sound, his tone turning into an unquestionable urging: "Alright, go! You also have your task, do not delay."

The slight numbness from her buttocks and that crisp sound made Yun Qingyao's cheeks flush red again. She glared at Mu Changge coquettishly, that look full of endless charm, a completely different person from the cold killing intent just now.

She knew this was a farewell and also an order.

She said no more, directly circulated her Qi, a flash of clear light surrounded her, turning into a silvery-white stream of light. Like a stone thrown into a lake, she silently swept out of the cave and disappeared into the thickening night outside the valley to execute her mission.

Mu Changge watched the silver streak completely merge into the darkness, and all the remaining gentleness and doting on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, like a mask peeling off, revealing the cold and hard essence underneath.

His eyes were as deep as a cold pool, with no more ripples, only the sharpness like a sword out of its sheath and silent killing intent.

He whispered to himself, the aura originally restrained around him, like an unsealed fierce weapon, began to emit a faint, cold edge, and the corner of his mouth curled into an arc without any temperature: "Then, it is also time to completely eliminate... Jian Wushuang."

As his voice fell, his figure had already faded from the spot, like ink merging into shadows, disappearing silently into the cave, leaving only a trace of scent in the air, mixed with ambiguity and cold fragrance, that had not yet dissipated.