Chapter 232 - 232 230 Coming Through the Sleeve

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232: Chapter 230: Coming Through the Sleeve 232: Chapter 230: Coming Through the Sleeve Fang Geyu narrowed her eyes, her expression suddenly becoming sharp, as she involuntarily leaned forward and pinched the lobe of her left ear. Above the earlobe was an inconspicuous little red dot, like a woman’s newly pierced ear, blood-red and subtle, difficult to spot without a close look. Soon, the flush on her face faded, and her tone deepened, hidden yet dangerous, “Today… who touched your ear?” Seeing her serious expression, Baili An furrowed his brow, recalling the mysterious figure in a black robe. Following Fang Geyu’s fingertip, he touched his own earlobe, which suddenly grew hot to the touch, reacting intensely. Baili An lowered his voice and asked, “What’s wrong?” Fang Geyu’s eyes tightened into a sharp gaze, naturally possessing a compelling presence, “This is the Tianxi Sword Seal, a hunting technique used by senior disciples of the Xijian Sect, usually employed against demons. Don’t you know when someone placed this seal on you?” Her tone was somewhat angry, but she was very clear in her heart that only the feather-clad Sect Master or the Thirteen Swords of the Xijian Sect could plant such an advanced sword seal in all of Xijian Sect. And Jin Sheng could be excluded from these Thirteen Swords. Because he, who had not yet transcended the tribulation, did not have the capacity. It annoyed Fang Geyu to think that such a significant figure as the Thirteen Swords had targeted him. Of the Three Sects, it was the Xijian Sect that most advocated the eradication of demons. Its Sect Master was upright and resolute, a character that could match that of Su Jing in tolerating no demons. Now to secrete such a thing… Had they recognized his corpse demon identity? But if they had recognized it, why hadn’t they captured him on the spot instead of setting the sword seal silently? Baili An’s expression gradually darkened as he recounted his encounter with the black-robed figure today verbatim. Fang Geyu scoffed again and again, “I didn’t know that the disciples of the Xijian Sect have become such scheming figures.” Baili An looked contemplative for a long time before looking up at Fang Geyu, very sure as he said, “But I feel that this person is not one of the Thirteen Swords.” Fang Geyu saw his determined look and frowned, “Why are you so sure?” Baili An recalled the scene when he had met that person and said somberly, “Because this person… had no human aura. If it were a living person, I couldn’t possibly fail to sense someone at the corner of the corridor, and when that person held my wrist, there was no body heat.” No body temperature, not a human, sensing no living aura. But what Baili An could still be sure of was that this person was definitely not the same kind of being as him. No body temperature didn’t necessarily mean a corpse. Could it be a puppet like Yang Zhao and Huang Kang? Fang Geyu straightened up, pinching his earlobe and scrutinizing it, her face growing increasingly solemn. Such profound mastery. And the methods were truly baffling, dealing with a minor corpse demon barely reaching the Open Yuan Realm, any Tribulation Realm artist casually casting a sword seal would result in a deep, soul-searing mark that was difficult to remove. Yet, this sword seal was not just any Tribulation Realm’s seal. Fang Geyu, touching it with her fingertip, could even feel a wisp of the soul division contained within the sword seal. The sacrifice of spiritual Divine Thought for a soul division in the seal was immense, so much so that the one marked could be sensed by the Seal Master even hidden in a minor thousand worlds or in the cycle of death. This seal, even if her dad were here, he might not be able to dissolve it. If it really was the act of those bigshots from above in Tianxi, then why go through such trouble for a mere minor corpse demon? The more she thought about it, the more oppressed and heavy Fang Geyu felt, her grip on Baili An’s earlobe inadvertently growing stronger. When she came to her senses, Baili An was quietly watching her, his earlobe turning red under her fingertips. Fang Geyu was stunned, then realized how inappropriate and flirtatious her actions were. A man’s earlobe, how could it be casually touched by a woman. And she had been rubbing it for a long time without letting go. It was like the behavior of Lan Youdie, whom she had always despised and disliked. Lan Youdie would ride her little black horse around the streets, teasing the young and handsome boys for no reason. Had she fallen under Lan Youdie’s spell from the other night? Just this morning, Lan Youdie kept droning into her ear, sarcastically and weirdly commenting that she kept a tender and tasty handsome face, warming the young lady’s boudoir bed, and capturing the old ghosts for a meeting with the queen mother. Obedient and well-behaved, no wonder she, who had always shown indifference to odious men, exceptionally took him in. But that night was a play act to escape. Yet Lan Youdie took it too seriously. Fang Geyu scoffed coldly. This kid was icy cold; he wasn’t as great as she claimed, warm enough to warm a bed. Who could warm whom was debatable. But… obedient and well-behaved, that was true. If it were someone else, who could sit so peacefully, letting her do as she wished? Facing Baili An’s clear gaze, she didn’t know what to say for a moment. Fang Geyu’s pretty face gradually flushed, her hand holding his ear trembling finely. It was all Lan Youdie’s fault, continuously bringing it up in front of her, to the extent that she now felt like one of those desperate old noblewomen in the Snow Moon Pavilion of the Great Qin Emperor. Sensing the trembling and confusion at her fingertips, Baili An asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong? Is this very tricky?” Fang Geyu coughed lightly, about to speak. Just then, a sharp wind rose outside the window, like a storm rising on the sea surface, the cold wind swirling up fine snow dust. The heavenly light and snow blew the old window slightly open. The cold wind filled the room, bringing the thin evening light of winter. Fang Geyu’s eyes moved subtly, she naturally withdrew her hand and spread her sleeves, covering the direct sunlight coming from outside with her crane robe. The gentle wind came, snow tingling, the wind and snow hitting the curtain, and the snow-covered eaves swirled out a slender, tall shadow. It wasn’t just the wind that stirred Fang Geyu’s wide white sleeves. The daylight dimmed, as if obscured by a silhouette. A clean and slender hand, through her crane robe’s sleeve, long fingertips finally landed on Baili An’s earlobe. Clearly a hand so exquisitely lovely, even more refined and clean by three points than a Jiangnan maiden’s hand untouched by spring water, yet it carried a sort of casual laziness. That hand was gently twisting the red earlobe, with a hint of teasing enjoyment. Outside under the sleeve, a light laugh came, “We meet again, little corpse demon. Have you been practicing your swordsmanship lately?” This voice… Baili An was not unfamiliar with it but still surprised. Fang Geyu was also a bit shocked, her eyes widened slightly, involuntarily retracting her arm. Under her wide crane robe, a face as delicate as jade leaned half-forward by the window, one hand propping up the cheek, the other pinching Baili An’s ear. It was clearly a very indecent flirtation, but somehow she managed to emit an elegance both ethereal and profound. “Yun Rong?” Baili An blurted out in astonishment.

Chapter 232 - 232 230 Coming Through the Sleeve

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