Chapter 27: Senior, Isn't This Inappropriate?

Hearing Feng Xiyan say this, Xiao Junwang could basically guess her meaning, and his deep eyes beneath the mask dimmed slightly.

"Then I'll have to trouble you to come with me." With that, he acted with swift precision, knocking the unsuspecting Feng Xiyan unconscious before carrying her directly back toward the inn.

Judging by the situation at the First Grade Pavilion today, those people would likely track them down here soon. It was imperative to take Mo Liuli out of the city as quickly as possible.

What Xiao Junwang did not know was that shortly after he had left the inn, Mo Liuli had already been abducted.

Outside Wu City, in a secluded cave, the cloaked Chou Xue sat on the ground. Lying beside him was Mo Liuli, who had been snatched from the inn. She was wrapped tightly in a thick quilt, with only her small head exposed. From her serene expression, it was clear she was still lost in deep sleep.

Some distance away from Chou Xue, Mo Zichuan sat alone, roasting a chicken leg over a fire.

When he saw Chou Xue return in a cloak, carrying Mo Liuli wrapped up like a bundle, his heart had skipped a beat.

Earlier, when Chou Xue had brought him to this remote and gloomy place, the alarm bells in his mind had already begun to ring, his initial greed gradually eclipsed by reason. He had intended to find a way to escape while Chou Xue was out hunting, but before he could plan a route, he saw Chou Xue return holding a young woman...

Mo Zichuan’s gaze darted toward Mo Liuli from time to time. Helplessly, she was wrapped too tightly; he squinted for a long time but could not catch a glimpse of the jade pendant she wore. He could only chew his chicken leg absentmindedly, feeling completely listless.

"Come here!"

Chou Xue’s ruthless voice rang out suddenly, startling Mo Zichuan, who was on the verge of dozing off.

Mo Zichuan looked around in a daze. Seeing no one else, he realized Chou Xue was calling him. He walked over with some reluctance.

Seeing Mo Liuli’s back exposed and bare, with Chou Xue’s hands constantly pressing and moving across her skin, Mo Zichuan finally snapped to his senses. He stuttered excitedly, "S-Senior, isn't this inappropriate? My sister—my elder sister—she is a pregnant woman! A pregnant woman! You can't touch her or harbor any intentions toward her!"

Mo Zichuan’s face turned beet red. He looked elsewhere, stuttering his explanation. Memories of his roommates’ suggestive conversations surfaced in his mind, making his heart hammer wildly. His face burned even hotter, and his eyes darted everywhere, afraid to look at Chou Xue or Mo Liuli on the ground.

Chou Xue, who had been focused on examining the birthmark on Mo Liuli’s back, heard Mo Zichuan’s neurotic rambling, his lips twitching mechanically. He suddenly looked up and roared, "Shut up!"

The shout nearly made Mo Zichuan’s knees buckle, and Chou Xue returned his full concentration to tracing the bare skin.

As she was turned over and tossed about by Chou Xue, Mo Liuli began to regain some perception. Her brows furrowed as she slept on her stomach, her small mouth pouting as she let out a faint whimper.

"Sit cross-legged, extend your right index finger, and close your eyes!"

Chou Xue commanded Mo Zichuan authoritatively, then conjured a jade pendant from his palm and began to chant under his breath.

He pressed his left hand against the exposed dragon-scale birthmark on Mo Liuli’s back, while his right hand held the pendant, aiming it at the center of Mo Zichuan’s brow.

A brilliant red glow emerged, and a visible thread of blood flowed from his palm toward the pendant. After circling the arc of the jade, it projected onto the center of Mo Zichuan’s brow.

*Zzz—!*

With an eerie sound, after the blood thread merged into Mo Zichuan’s brow, it split into countless tiny filaments, which then latched onto Mo Liuli’s birthmark.

With the injection of the blood threads, Mo Liuli’s dragon-scale birthmark began to sharpen. Her fair back looked like a blood-filled bud about to bloom, forming a strange phenomenon.

The blood threads moved actively across Mo Liuli’s back, spreading rapidly. Chou Xue seized the moment and pressed the jade pendant directly onto her skin.

The pendant pierced the surface of her skin, merging with the birthmark, and began to twist violently.

"Ah!..."

The movement of the skin on her back caused Mo Liuli such agony that she cried out. An intense, unbearable itch made her want to reach back and scratch.

"It hurts! It hurts! Xiao!"

Mo Liuli, eyes still closed, thrashed her arms and called out. She felt as if someone were carving into her back, and her heart felt as though it were burning.

Seeing her hands flailing, Chou Xue quickly grabbed them and pinned them firmly to her sides. His blood-red eyes were hot and crazed, and his face beneath the hood became ferocious. "Endure it! Once the blood jade is absorbed and the soul-consciousness is planted, it will be over!"

"No! Don't!"

Mo Liuli struggled violently, but she was unable to move. Her closed eyes snapped open, and two lines of clear tears flowed down as she looked at Chou Xue in agony.

...

Unexpectedly, Mo Liuli had opened her eyes at this moment. Mo Zichuan’s brow continued to supply a steady stream of blood threads into her birthmark. As long as the blood dragon scales on her back reached their peak and bloomed into a blood epiphyllum, the fusion would be a success.

Seeing the fusion nearing perfection, Chou Xue had not expected the supposedly comatose Mo Liuli to struggle awake. This situation and her expression made Chou Xue’s heart tremble, especially when he saw those two lines of tears; his heart tightened even more.

It is her!

Chou Xue thought to himself. His cold, hateful face began to soften, showing a touch of tenderness. "Be good, just a little longer, it will be over soon."

He bit his index finger and dripped dark, thick blood onto the glowing red birthmark. As the birthmark absorbed his blood, the blood threads began to fade, and the moving dragon scales slowed, gradually transforming into an epiphyllum, blooming with rich, blood-red petals.

Mo Liuli closed her eyes in sorrow, tears still hanging from her lashes. Her lips were a bewitching shade of red, and her hair, which had reached her waist, grew longer in an instant, turning a dark, reddish black.

Mo Zichuan had fainted completely, his lips deathly pale.

Seeing the dragon-scale birthmark evolve into a blood epiphyllum, Chou Xue smiled with satisfaction and gently turned Mo Liuli over so she was lying on her back.

"You are still as beautiful as ever, no matter how the years pass..."

Looking at Mo Liuli’s full, crimson lips, Chou Xue obsessively traced them with his fingertips. His blood-red eyes regained a momentary clarity, resembling a youth experiencing his first love, as he whispered tenderly.

The entire cave was cold and desolate, save for this one moment of heart-warming tenderness.

In Wu City, Xiao Junwang, who was searching anxiously, looked up by chance. He saw the Southern Star position in the sky shifting between light and shadow, finally settling firmly into a specific star position. A look of solemnity appeared in his eyes, and the hand hidden in his sleeve broke into a cold sweat. "Who possesses such power to reverse destiny?"

This great shift in the Southern Star, where a long-extinguished star position had suddenly risen to occupy the main throne, was a sign that the world was about to fall into great chaos!