Chapter 64: Weapons

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Chapter 64: Weapons The moonlight seeped faintly through the open window, casting a pale glow over the silk sheets and the pair lying atop them. Sheng Moxian’s finger slowly traced lazy, almost possessive circles on Hei Long’s chest, her touch feather-light but constant, as if trying to brand her presence into his skin. "What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her tone a whisper meant for no one but him. Hei Long let out a quiet exhale, the corner of his mouth lifting into a subtle, amused smirk. "Nothing much," he said, eyes half-lidded: "Just a gut feeling that something good happened somewhere. You know how the heavens like to toss fortune my way." He chuckled lightly to himself... but then, almost instantly, the warmth faded from his expression. His smile dropped, replaced by a flat, unreadable stare as he tilted his head toward her: "...Now, why are you still here?" Sheng Moxian didn’t flinch. In fact, she giggled—a high, silvery sound that somehow sounded off. Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and she leaned in closer until her nose brushed his shoulder. "Because," Sheng Moxian whispered, inhaling deeply, "I can smell her on you." She paused, a dark gleam in her eyes as she slowly tilted her head: "I want to make sure no woman tries to take advantage of what’s mine." There was no anger in her voice—just a chilling calm that sent a ripple of amusement down Hei Long’s spine. He turned his head toward her, slowly meeting her gaze. His eyes were cool, calculating: ’She’s insane.’ That thought wasn’t new. Hei Long had known from the very moment they met. From the way her eyes lit up when he spoke her name. And yet, here she was—beautiful, dangerous, and devoted. Unpredictable. ’The old saying was clear: Don’t stick your spirit root in crazy.’ But Hei Long was no ordinary man. He didn’t live by the rules of old sayings. He lived by opportunity. He gave her a measured smile. "You’re very... vigilant," Hei Long said calmly. "I call it dedicated," Sheng Moxian replied sweetly, resting her head against his shoulder. "...." Hei Long didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he stared up at the ceiling, thoughts swirling like storm clouds behind his calm demeanor. ’She’s dangerous. But useful. Loyal, as long as her obsession holds. If I can direct that madness... I could turn her into a weapon.’ He reached up and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. "You know," Hei Long said, voice low and smooth, "most women would be content with a few stolen moments." "I’m not most women," she said without hesitation. "You saved me once. That’s all it took." Hei Long nodded slowly. "I remember." Sheng Moxian curled closer into him: "I won’t let anyone take you from me. Not even the Saintess... or anyone else who tries to get close." Her tone was sweet—but beneath it was a steel blade, unsheathed and glinting. Hei Long’s eyes narrowed slightly. ’Not even the Saintess? Hah. This girl really is playing with fire.’ But for now, he let her stay. Let her cling. Let her dream. Because Hei Long knew exactly how to use her. And when the time came... he’d decide whether to keep her close—or put her down. . . . The next morning— The warm sunlight bathed the sect in golden hues, a soft breeze rustling the leaves of nearby spirit trees. Hei Long let out a yawn, rubbing his neck as he made his way toward the training field his master had designated the day before. He passed a few disciples along the way—some greeted him with nods of respect, others stared in awe. It had only been a day since his massive breakthrough, but word had already spread. The "Saint" title he once bore halfheartedly was now drawing real attention. Eventually, he arrived at the clearing. And of course—there she was. Mu Qianxue, his master, was sitting atop a large stone, her legs crossed and a flask in each hand. Her robes were half-loose, her cheeks flushed, and she was clearly already several cups deep. Lin Fan, meanwhile, was doing his usual: leaning against a tree, speaking to Bai Luoluo, the only one in the group who consistently ignored his existence. She was crouched down, tightening the bolts and energy regulators on her bazooka-like contraption, a weapon so large and complex it could barely be called a bow anymore. Hei Long raised his hand casually. "Good morning." The reaction was immediate. Mu Qianxue’s blurry eyes suddenly lit up with life. "Good morning, my disciple!" she shouted, slurring slightly as she let out a hiccup. She gave a toothy grin, wobbling slightly atop her stone throne. In her drunken haze, her thoughts beamed like sunlight: ’Ahhh, my favorite disciple is here! Finally, someone worth teaching!’ Bai Luoluo looked up briefly, her cold gaze softening just enough for a polite half-nod. "...Good morning," she said, before promptly returning to cleaning her absurdly large weapon. Lin Fan, on the other hand, immediately scowled. He’d stopped trying to flirt once Hei Long arrived, and now he crossed his arms tightly, his voice sharp and laced with irritation: "About time you showed up! We’ve been waiting forever!" "..." Hei Long raised an eyebrow. Before he could reply— Smack! Mu Qianxue’s hand cracked across the back of Lin Fan’s head with practiced ease. "Shut it," she slurred: "It’s only been five minutes." Lin Fan stumbled forward, clutching his head. "Ow! Master!" "Ow yourself," Mu Qianxue grumbled, taking another swig: "Keep whining and I’ll make you run up the mountain with a boulder strapped to your back!" Hei Long couldn’t help but smile faintly. For all her drunken habits, Mu Qianxue was sharp when it mattered. ’She might be a drunk, but she’s not stupid. She knows Lin Fan’s an idiot,’ Hei Long thought to himself. Still, he remained quiet and respectful, folding his arms behind his back as he stood in place. His eyes drifted to Bai Luoluo’s mechanical monstrosity. "New improvements?" Hei Long asked casually. Bai Luoluo didn’t look up, but she nodded: "Yes. Reinforced core, spirit steel plating, and a secondary seal layer to stabilize the recoil. Should be more stable next time I fire it." Hei Long tilted his head. "Sounds like it could level a city block." She smirked faintly: "That’s the goal." Lin Fan huffed. "You two sound like you’re flirting." Hei Long and Bai Luoluo both ignored him. Mu Qianxue swung her leg off the boulder and stood up, wobbling only slightly: "Alright, everyone’s here now. Today’s training session will be a little different." She pointed her wine flask at Lin Fan. "You’re sparring with Bai Luoluo." "Eh?!" Lin Fan’s face went pale. Mu Qianxue swayed and pointed the other flask at Hei Long. "And you, my golden disciple—you’re sparring with me." Hei Long blinked. "Didn’t you just drink enough to kill a high-ranking monster?" "Mu Qianxue," Mu Qianxue said, taking a step forward and nearly tripping: "So I’m just drunk enough to teach properly."

Chapter 64: Weapons

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