The World of Bengtieli: They All Have designs on me

Maintaining the Qiong Guan Formation year after year had already taken a toll on her body. A persistent chill and weariness always lingered in her limbs. But now, wherever this warm current passed, the chill melted away, her parched meridians were nourished, and her weary soul felt like it was being soaked in water.

In the hot spring, every cell is emitting a joyful ecstasy.

This feeling... it made her succumb, it made her feel ashamed. "Sister, it's so beautiful in here..."

Luo Ning also let out a childlike, innocent exclamation of admiration.

Fu Xuan's eyes were tightly closed, and his face had a strange flush.

His consciousness, too, entered a bizarre and fantastical world through that finger.

He saw countless glittering stars, the flowing river of light, and many incomprehensible, complex, and beautiful lines intertwining and changing in the air.

So warm and comfortable.

The power within him found an outlet, and it was surging joyfully and uncontrollably toward that beautiful older sister.

And the older woman's body had become so soft and fragrant. Instinct drove him to want more.

"You... release him." Fu Xuan used all her strength to squeeze out a few words from her throat. Her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, whether from the debt or something else, it was hard to tell.

She felt the boy's fingers gently stir within her sea of ​​consciousness. "Ah!"

Fu Xuan's body arched abruptly as an unprecedented, strange sensation shot from her forehead to her tailbone. It wasn't pain, but a tingling, itchy, and empty feeling that sent shivers down her spine.

She felt that her most core secrets were being wantonly manipulated and probed by the other party.

As the finger stirred, more life energy surged in. At the same time, fragments of information about star trajectories and future destiny in her sea of ​​consciousness also uncontrollably flooded into Luo Ning's mind.

Luo Ning snorted. Too much, too messy.

Countless images flashed through his mind. He saw Xingcuo falling into a sea of ​​fire, a white-haired woman wielding a sword under the moon, and a man wearing an eyepatch walking alone in the wind and snow. …

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"Stop...stop!" Her voice was already trembling with tears.

Fu Xuan, the head of the Grand Diviner and a strategist of unparalleled wisdom, had never suffered such humiliation.

She would rather be pierced through the heart by Jianmu's spear than be bullied by a child in such a humiliating manner. Just then, Luo Ning seemed to find the root of his distress.

He stopped outputting energy and instead began to use his own power to soothe, calm, and "organize" Fu Xuan's sea of ​​consciousness, which he had disturbed.

His movements were clumsy and rough, like a toddler trying to organize a room full of sophisticated instruments. Yet it was precisely this unreasonable, pure vitality that had a miraculous effect on Fu Xuan's chaotic starry sky.

The rampaging stars were forcibly pressed back into their original positions by this force. The shattered principles of law were crudely glued together by this force; though rough and leaving countless flaws, her nearly collapsing sea of ​​consciousness miraculously stabilized once more.

Fu Xuan gasped for breath, his body slowly going limp. The crisis was over?

Before she could think further, she felt the boy's fingers trying to pull away from her forehead. "No..."

A thought that even she herself found unfamiliar slipped out: she couldn't leave.

That warmth, that power that could soothe all her weariness and pain, couldn't just leave like that.

Instinctively, she actually used her divine sense to entangle Luo Ning's finger that was about to withdraw, preventing him from leaving. Luo Ning also sensed it.

That pretty woman seems to be... trying to keep him?

He was somewhat confused, but he complied with the other person's wishes and pressed his fingers back down. A gentler, yet continuous warm current flowed into Fu Xuan's body once more.

This time, it's not about overcoming obstacles, but about nourishing. That's all.

It's fine to just let things sink like this.

Just as Fu Xuan's consciousness was about to completely fade, a loud "BOOM—!"

The two heavy doors of the Taibu Si, carved from a single piece of star marrow jade, were slammed open from the outside with brute force. "Lord Fu Xuan!"

A clear yet anxious voice came through.

Qingque rushed in, panting. She had just been tidying up the jade tablets outside when she suddenly felt the core energy of the Qiong Guan Formation become violently chaotic like never before. She was so frightened that she thought some star god had come to attack her, and without thinking, she broke down the door.

Then, she saw the scene before her eyes.

Her revered, always meticulous, and imposing Lord Fu Xuan was lying disheveled in the center of the Qiong Guan Formation, while a little boy who looked only seven or eight years old was on top of Lord Fu Xuan.

The boy's hand was still pressed against Lord Fu Xuan's forehead. The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

The jade tablet in Qingque's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

Her mouth dropped open, and she froze on the spot. What... what's going on?

Chapter 219 The Diviner's Hush Money

Dead silence.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Qingque's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit the entire jade tablet; her brain was completely overwhelmed by the information before her. What had she seen?

The majestic, sacred, and eternally detached from the mortal realm by a galaxy of stars... was pinned down by a boy? And right there, on the very core of the Taixia Division's Qiongguan Formation?

The disheveled pink hair, the disheveled and battered appearance, and that...that delicate face flushed with an abnormal redness—with a "boom," Qingque felt her worldview shatter into countless fragments, just like the broken jade tablet.

The deathly silence was shattered by a cold, suppressed shout: "Get out!"

Fu Xuan's voice was like the coldest wind on the far north ice plains, making one's bones ache. She used the last bit of strength to push Luo Ning, who was still on top of her, away.

Luo Ning was pushed so hard that he fell onto the cold jade platform, looking completely nonchalant.

His mind was still a mess, the star trails and fragmented images that didn't belong to him still swirling around. He just felt that his sister, who had been so warm and comforting a moment ago, had suddenly become so cold and frightening.

Fu Xuan had already stood up.

She tidied her slightly disheveled robes with incredible speed and tucked her stray hairs back behind her ears.

When she faced Qingque again, her face had regained its usual sternness and majesty, except for the blush that had not completely faded and the slight rise and fall of her chest, which betrayed the unease in her heart.

"Qingque."

She read out the names of her subordinates, each word as if it were frozen solid.

"M-Master!" Qingque was startled, her soul almost flying out of her body. Her legs went weak, and she nearly knelt on the ground.

"I...I didn't see anything! I just got sand in my eyes! Yes, sand!" "Come with me."

Fu Xuan ignored her incoherent explanations, coldly uttered three words, and turned to walk towards a side hall. His retreating figure once again transformed into that of the all-encompassing, infallible head of the Grand Diviner.

Qingque dared not disobey, and scrambled to her feet, following after him without daring to glance at Luo Ning on the battlefield.

The vast hall was now empty except for Luo Ning. He sat on the jade platform, looking down at his hands.

The finger that touched her sister's forehead seemed to still retain a warm and wonderful sensation.

He didn't understand what had happened; he only felt an emptiness in his heart. Inside the side hall.

Qingque lowered her head, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, even her breathing was cautious.

Fu Xuan stood with his back to her, silent, a silence more terrifying than any harsh rebuke.

“Qingque.” After a long while, Fu Xuan slowly spoke, “How long have you been working in the Taixia Division?” “Reporting to…Reporting to Your Excellency, three years, seven months, and twenty-one trials,” Qingque’s voice was choked with sobs.

“Very good.” Fu Xuan turned around, her face expressionless. “You have a good memory.” She walked step by step to Qing Que, looking down at her.

“Then you should also know very well the consequences of leaking the secrets of the Tai Bu driver.” Qing Que’s body trembled even more violently.

She knew perfectly well that it wasn't just a matter of having a few days' wages deducted; she would actually be thrown into the Hell of Iniquity, never to be released again.

"My lord! I really didn't see anything! I swear! I haven't been to the Qiong Guan Formation today! I've been outside touching... no, outside organizing the jade tablets!"

"Is that so?" Fu Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "I was merely conducting an in-depth assessment of this extraterrestrial visitor's destiny. Due to the unique energy structure within his body, the assessment process generated some intense energy reactions, nothing more. What did you see?"

"No... That's right! It's an energy reaction!" Qingque immediately climbed up the pole, nodding vigorously. "I only saw golden light! A huge expanse of golden light! Nothing else!"

Fu Xuan looked at her quietly without saying a word.

Qingque felt uneasy under her gaze, and cold sweat trickled down her forehead.

Just when she thought she was about to be in big trouble, Fu Xuan suddenly changed the subject.

“I remember your application for a month-long paid leave was rejected three times.”

Qingque glanced at the list, not understanding why Lord Fu Xuan had suddenly brought this up. "Yes, yes," she replied softly.

"Now, I approve," Fu Xuan said calmly. "Starting tomorrow, you're on a month's leave. Your salary will be paid as usual, and your bonus will be doubled." Ah.

Qingque struck the rock again.

Happiness came too suddenly, causing her brain to go on strike for the second time.

A month of paid leave? Full salary? Double bonus?! What kind of incredible treatment is this? I wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!

The stark contrast between fear and ecstasy distorted her expression.

"Furthermore, I will give you an excellent performance review this quarter." Fu Xuan dropped another bombshell. "My lord!" Qing Que knelt down with a "plop," this time not out of fear, but out of excitement.

She clung to Fu Xuan's leg, sobbing and crying, "My lord, you are my second parents! From this day forward, I, Qing Que, will..."

"I am your most loyal follower! I know nothing, I saw nothing! Anyone who dares to speak ill of you, I'll be the first to fight them!"

A barely perceptible look of disgust flashed across Fu Xuan's face, but she subtly withdrew her leg.

“Remember your words.” Her tone returned to its icy coldness. “Now, get out. Don’t let anyone in until I call you.” “Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!”

Qingque accepted the "hush money," thanked him profusely, and left, feeling elated, as if she could already see the wonderful life of eating, sleeping, and playing for the next month.

In the side hall, only Fu Xuan remained.

She leaned against the cold wall, her body went limp, and she let out a long breath.

She raised her hand and gently touched her forehead. There, a strange heat seemed to linger. That boy, that variable.

Annoyance, anger, lingering fear, and... a hint of lingering satisfaction that she herself was unwilling to admit, all intertwined in her heart.

She closed her eyes, and the warm energy that had washed away her weariness seemed to linger in her body for a long time. When she opened her eyes, her gaze became sharp and firm again.

She walked out of the side hall and saw Luo Ning still sitting obediently in the same spot, like a child who had done something wrong, head down, playing with the hem of his clothes.

Fu Xuan's feelings became even more complicated. She walked up to Luo Ning without saying a word.

Luo Ning sensed someone approaching, looked up, and stared intently at her. "Sister... are you angry?"

Fu Xuan looked into his clear, innocent eyes, her prepared rebuke rendered speechless. What could she say?

To say that he, an eight-year-old child, opened her most sacred realm in an almost invasive manner? To say that his magnificence, which was not of a child's stature, brought him such shock and shame?

Without saying a word, she simply took Luo Ning's hand, pulled him down from the jade platform, and walked straight toward the gate of the Taibu Si (a government office).

Luo Ning followed her closely, feeling the tight grip on her hand; it was cold and trembling slightly. Fu Xuan only released her hand when they reached the door.

She took out a small white jade compass strung on a red string from her sleeve and stuffed it into Luo Ning's hand without saying a word.

"Take this." Her voice remained cold. "You are not allowed to tell anyone about what happened today, including General Jingyuan." "This... is it for me?" Luo Ning looked at the warm jade pendant in her hand, somewhat puzzled.

“This is not a gift for you.” Fu Xuan’s gaze fell on his face, his eyes filled with complex emotions. “This is your price. Take it, and then leave this place.”

After saying that, she didn't look at Luo Ning again, turned around and walked back into the deep hall, leaving Luo Ning with only a resolute and aloof back view.

Luo Ning held the small compass in her hand; the jade pendant still retained the coolness of her fingertips.

He turned and walked out of the Temple of the Apostles. The warm sunlight shone on him, but he felt that the compass was even warmer than the sunlight.

Chapter 220 Sister, you smell so good

The main hall was deep and spacious.

Fu Xuan's figure reappeared, his footsteps echoing on the smooth jade floor, breaking the excessive silence.

Instead of returning to the side hall, she went straight back to the center of the Qiong Guan Formation, the place where she had just experienced the most absurd and out-of-control moment of her life.

The faint scent of milk from the boy still lingered in the air, mixed with a primal life force that made her heart flutter. She slowly raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching her smooth forehead.

That place was once invaded by a finger, stirring up her entire spiritual universe.

The touch from his fingertips was still delicate and smooth, but Fu Xuan felt that an invisible mark had been left there, burning hot and deep. Yu Yu's shame, anger, and habitual rage still burned within him, but a more unfamiliar emotion was quietly growing beneath the gray radiance.

She closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and introspectively examined her sea of ​​consciousness. The anticipated collapse and devastation did not occur.

On the contrary, the starry sky that had been shattered by the golden torrent now presented an unprecedented clarity and stability.