The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

The night in Shence Prefecture was quiet, with only the soft clanging of the armor of the patrolling Yunqi soldiers and the faint sound of string and wind instruments drifting from Changletian in the distance. "Luoning, will you sleep with me tonight?" Sanyueqi asked, holding Luoning's hand with some unease.

"No." Himeko decisively refused her. "Let him rest well by himself. Don't forget, this is Shence Prefecture, the safest place in Luofu." Although she said this, she had other considerations in mind.

Jing Yuan's pointed remark made her wary.

Separating the crowd might make it easier to see who the person lurking in the shadows is really after.

Although reluctant, March 7th obeyed Himeko's words and was pulled back to her room by Dan, who kept turning back to look at her. Luo Ning's room was at the far end of the corridor. As soon as she opened the door, a delicate fragrance wafted out.

The room was simply furnished with a bed, a table, and a carved wooden window. Outside the window was a small courtyard within the Shence Mansion, where several unidentified plants shimmered faintly in the night.

Yanqing saw him to the door, her small face cold as she instructed, "If anything happens, pull the bell by the bedside. There are Yunqi soldiers on guard outside at all times."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps as silent as his master's. Luo Ning, alone in the empty room, didn't feel afraid.

He took off his somewhat oversized Cloud Cavalry uniform and climbed onto the soft bed. Too much had happened today.

I woke up in the bathtub and was touched all over by an overly enthusiastic older sister. Then I met many other people and finally got my head touched by a white-haired older brother.

He felt a warm, comforting power within him, a sense of peace he had never known before.

A feeling of fatigue quickly washed over her. Luo Ning yawned, snuggled into the covers, and soon drifted off to sleep, the night growing ever deeper.

The moonlight, like water, shone through the window, casting a clear glow on the ground.

In the utter silence, the tightly closed carved wooden window was suddenly and silently pushed open by an invisible force. A chilly night breeze blew in, stirring the gauze curtains beside the bed.

Under the moonlight, an ice-blue figure appeared silently in front of Luo Ning's bed.

She seemed not to have walked over, but rather to have emerged from the shadows, becoming one with the night.

A head of long, snow-white hair swayed gently in the night breeze, yet her face, beautiful beyond compare, was covered with an unyielding layer of frost. Mirror Flow.

She stood there quietly, her eyes lowered, watching Luo Ning, who was slightly furrowing her brows in her sleep.

That sweet yet deadly scent that she had searched for all the way from the most remote corner of Luofu originated from this small body. So close, so clear.

The "demonic yin body" within her, with its chilling and piercing flames, began to howl and rave the moment she approached, craving and roaring as it tried to pounce on the warm source and devour it completely.

Jingliu's hand unconsciously gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. One strike was all it took.

She didn't even need to draw her sword; the mere emanation of her sword intent was enough to instantly extinguish this fragile life. Yet, she knew perfectly well that once this source disappeared, she too would be completely consumed by the Yin Fire, with no chance of survival. It was both poison and medicine.

Her reason and madness are waging a silent, yet incredibly brutal war.

Finally, the hand that had been gripping the sword hilt slowly, with a barely perceptible tremor, released its grip. She extended her other hand.

It was a pale, almost transparent hand, with long, slender fingertips. Beneath the skin, faint blue veins were visible, giving it an air that didn't belong to the living.

The coldness of people.

Slowly, slowly, his hand touched Luo Ning's warm cheek.

The moment he touched that warm skin, Jingliu's body trembled violently.

An indescribable, pure, and vast current of life flowed through her fingertips and into her cold body. The feeling was like a traveler in a land of eternal winter seeing the sun for the first time.

The burning, scorching fire within her mind was miraculously calmed by this warm current. The unprecedented comfort almost made her groan aloud.

She greedily took in the warmth, as if she wanted to press her whole body against it.

Luo Ning, still half-asleep, seemed to sense something. He stirred uneasily, his small brows furrowing even more. He felt a cool sensation on his cheek, a pleasant coolness that also carried a strange, unsettling feeling. Jing Liu stared at him, the crimson glint in the depths of his eyes faintly visible.

She leaned down, her long, snow-white hair cascading down, a few strands even brushing against Luo Ning's neck.

Her lips approached Luo Ning's ear, and in a hoarse, broken, yet fatally alluring voice, she uttered a few words softly and slowly.

"On your body..."

"...It smells like sunshine." "Lend it to me to keep warm."

Chapter 217 Even the Grand Diviner couldn't hold on any longer.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the carved wooden window, casting dappled shadows on Luo Ning's face. He felt something was strange when he woke up.

A faint chill seemed to linger on his face, as if kissed by snowflakes on a winter night. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and assumed it was just a cool dream from the previous night.

The Shence Palace was very efficient; before long, a maid brought over brand-new clothes and a hot breakfast.

Luo Ning had just finished eating when Yan Qing appeared at the door, his face still expressionless. "The people from the Taibu Si want to see you," he said succinctly, conveying the order.

"Tai Xia Si?" Luo Ning tilted his head; he felt he'd heard the name before, yet he couldn't quite place it. Yan Qing didn't explain further, simply leading the way.

Passing through the solemn corridors of the Shence Mansion, we arrived at an even more mysterious place.

The air here is filled with a strange aroma of spices, the walls are covered with intricate star maps, and above, it seems as if a miniature galaxy is slowly flowing.

This is one of the core areas of the Luofu Immortal Ship, the Taibu Division.

A petite figure stood with her back to them in the center of a magic array.

She wore an elaborate robe, her long pink hair was meticulously combed, and even just her back view exuded an air of authority that could not be underestimated.

"Lord Fu Xuan, the person has been brought." Yan Qing bowed respectfully.

The figure slowly turned around. Luo Ning saw her clearly.

This was an older woman who looked about the same height as him, with delicate features like a doll, but her expression was unusually serious.

Especially striking was the peculiar golden ornament embedded in her forehead, resembling a closed eye. This was Fu Xuan, the head of the Taibu Si (a high-ranking official in charge of divination).

"You can go now." Fu Xuan waved to Yan Qing, her voice clear but carrying a coldness that comes from someone who has long held a high position.

Yan Qing accepted the order and withdrew, leaving only Fu Xuan and Luo Ning in the vast hall. Fu Xuan's gaze fell on Luo Ning, a scrutinizing, analytical look.

It was as if they wanted to see him clearly, inside and out, from his soul to his destiny.

“Luoning.” She uttered his name. “Your appearance is a variable. A huge variable that could disrupt the predetermined fate of Luofu.” Luoning nervously twisted the hem of his clothes. The pressure this older sister exerted on him was different from that on General Jingyuan.

Jing Yuan is an unfathomable ocean, while she is a precise and merciless star trail. "I...I didn't mean to," he whispered.

“I know.” Fu Xuan’s expression remained unchanged. “Variables themselves are neither good nor bad; uncontrolled variables are the disaster. Therefore, I need to uncover your secrets and bring your fate back onto the right track.”

She beckoned to Luo Ning. "Come here, come up here."

She was referring to the magic array behind her.

Luo Ning hesitated for a moment, then walked over, took off her shoes, and climbed onto the cool jade platform. "Lie down," Fu Xuan commanded.

Luo Ning obediently lay down, gazing at the shimmering starry sky above, a sense of unease rising within him. Fu Xuan walked to his side, looking down at him from above.

"Relax your body, don't resist. I want to personally observe the flow of energy within you." With that, she extended her hand.

The hands were small and fair, with a slight coolness, and gently pressed against Luo Ning's lower abdomen. A strange sensation instantly spread throughout her body.

Unlike Su Chang's greed, and also unlike Jing Yuan's tranquility.

Fu Xuan's energy was like countless incredibly fine probes, carefully probing into his body, devoid of any emotion, simply measuring, recording, and analyzing.

The life energy within Luo Ning's body was stirred by this external force and began to slowly circulate.

He felt like a pool with all its valves turned on, with warm water flowing out uncontrollably.

Fu Xuan's feelings, however, were a completely different matter.

Her "Exhaustive Observation Formation" can perceive the principles of all things and analyze the composition of energy.

But in her perception, Luo Ning's body was not a container that could be measured by common sense. It was a chaotic ocean filled with primal creative power.

There are no techniques, no meridians, only the purest and most savage life force.

This force surged into her senses, instantly shattering her carefully constructed analytical array.

Fu Xuan let out a muffled groan, and the third eye on his forehead suddenly lit up for a moment before quickly fading away.

She felt as if her consciousness had been thrown into a furnace, the massive flow of information and life energy threatening to burst her. Her breathing became rapid, and her usually steady hands began to tremble slightly.

That warm energy was flowing steadily into her body through her palms—that feeling.

It reminded her of the comforting feeling of drinking a bowl of hot soup on a winter's day long ago, before she became a princess.

The fatigue and wear and tear from maintaining the "Qiong Guan Zhen" formation year after year were surprisingly alleviated somewhat by the cleansing effect of this energy. This feeling both captivated and alerted her.

As for Luo Ning, who was lying on the magic circle, something was also not right.

The warm current flowing uncontrollably through his body gave him a strange sense of emptiness, which was quickly filled by another, stronger, and indescribable impulse.

His extraordinary physique, which was not that of a child, awakened uncontrollably beneath his loose clothes, and rose up in an unprecedented manner. Fu Xuan quickly noticed this unusual change.

Her hand, pressed against Luo Ning's lower abdomen, could clearly feel its astonishing heat and size. She abruptly opened her eyes, a blush of shock and embarrassment appearing on her face for the first time. You!

She tried to pull her hand back, but found that the connection of that energy had become incredibly tight, like a vortex that she couldn't break free from.

Luo Ning also opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat unfocused, his cheeks flushed.

He sat up and reached out to grasp Fu Xuan's hand, which was still resting on his lower abdomen.

“Sister…” His voice was slightly hoarse and nasal. “I…I feel so strange.”

His gaze was fixed intently on Fu Xuan's forehead. "What's here on you?"

He reached out his other hand, curiously and with a childlike innocence, towards the golden third eye on Fu Xuan's forehead. "Don't touch it!"

Fu Xuan shouted sternly, his expression more tense than ever before.

That place was the source of her power, the sacred object of the Taipusi, and the bridge connecting her to the stars and the universe. She would not allow anyone to desecrate it! She wanted to push Luo Ning away, but at this moment, she was so overwhelmed by that enormous life energy that her limbs went weak, and she couldn't muster any cultivation at all.

At this moment, Luo Ning seemed to be driven by instinct. He ignored Fu Xuan's warning and leaned forward.

Fu Xuan felt an irresistible force surge through her, her petite body falling backward, where Luo Ning pressed her down onto the cold magic array. She had always been in control, looking down upon all living beings.

Who would have thought that one day, she would be pinned down in such a contorted position by an eight-year-old child? "Sister, I want to see..."

Luo Ning's face was very close, his warm breath brushing against hers. He was no longer content with being passively explored.

This serious yet beautiful woman, her body, her strength, and especially the mysterious "hole" on her forehead, held a fatal attraction for him.

He wanted to personally explore and develop the area.

Fu Xuan struggled, his long pink hair scattered on the jade platform. His usual majesty was gone, leaving only anger and helplessness.

Luo Ning's fingers finally touched the cold golden ornament. Fu Xuan's body jerked violently.

The expected intense pain from the energy rebound did not occur.

Luo Ning's fingers seemed to pass through a curtain of water, pressing in gently and without any resistance.

That third eye, the core of her power, was actually like a real hole, opened by his fingers… Ah.

Fu Xuan let out a broken cry, his voice filled with disbelief.

She felt Luo Ning's fingers enter a realm she had never touched before.

That wasn't flesh and blood, but a different dimension composed of endless starlight and laws, the source sea of ​​her divine consciousness. And now, an "external object," a strange object brimming with scorching life force, had barged in.

Chapter 218 Fu Xuan's Complete Trapped

The fingertips sank in.

There was no sensation of touching flesh or bone. The feeling was peculiar, warm and soft, as if one were exploring a warm ocean made of starlight.

Fu Xuan's body trembled violently, and after that broken cry, she lost all sound. Her mind went blank.

How could this be...? How is this possible!

As the source of her power, the core of the "Qiong Guan Zhen" that carries all the divination results of Luofu, her innate third eye was actually... invaded by an external object.

It was neither an ornament nor a simple energy organ. It was her sea of ​​consciousness, a unique and orderly universe that she had constructed through countless days and nights of arduous cultivation and deduction, belonging solely to Tai Xia Fu Xuan.

And now, this universe has been torn open by a savage intruder in the most brutal way.

A scorching, immense energy, brimming with primal life force, surged wildly into Luo Ning's sea of ​​consciousness through her fingers. The world in Fu Xuan's eyes instantly collapsed.

Those stars that originally followed precise trajectories were scattered and broken by this golden torrent.

The laws and order she painstakingly constructed proved utterly fragile in the face of this unyielding, pure vitality. "No..."

She tried to resist, to expel the foreign object. But the moment her consciousness coalesced, it was overwhelmed by the warm current, leaving her body completely unresponsive.

The surge of energy did not cause harm; instead, it brought a sense of comfort that terrified her.