The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

Chapter 154 - The Dim Light of the Red Candles

TL-Checked by Sassystrawberry; Edited by Animeart

Although he felt that something was amiss, Lin Shu decided to first observe the situation further and then decide whether he ought to put up some form of resistance.

Hence Lin Shu went along with him, and then he was kissed so hard that he couldn’t breathe, feeling dizzy and dazed. For that span of time, he forgot to continue his assessment of the situation.

In this moment of negligence, the clothes on his back were pulled down.

Ling Fengxiao stared at him unblinkingly for a while, and the look in his eyes deepened.

At this time, Lin Shu feared that this person was indeed a little perverted.

Another moment later, he heard Ling Fengxiao say, “You’ve lost weight”

Evidently, someone felt that his hamster’s pelt was not as shiny and lush as before, and was displeased.

The Sword Pavilion did not have the practice of consuming food, one Bigu pill and henceforth one would not partake the offerings of the mortal world, at most one could sip some ice dew of the Snow lotus.

However, the Bigu pill was sufficient to meet the body’s requirements, and Lin Shu felt that he had still maintained his normal physique, and hadn’t really obviously lost weight.

Actually, due to his daily sword practice, he wasn’t as weak as before and neither was he prone to illness anymore, and had even developed some faint muscles.

For example, three years ago, the skin of this body was soft and thin and looked as if even a pinch would leave marks.

If one pinched him now, there was an obvious suppleness, and the skin would not easily turn red.

Lin Shu thought that boys and girls were different after all. Could it be that Ling Fengxiao would not like the change in him?

But seeing Ling Fengxiao’s gaze turn gradually more perverted, he dismissed the idea.

At the same time, Ling Fengxiao, who wore the shell of the most beautiful woman in the world, looked extremely gorgeous and oppressive.

Lin Shu felt somewhat unable to deal with the situation and closed his eyes.

Ling Fengxiao slowly leaned on his shoulder, fumbled within the silk quilt, and held his hand. “Baby.”

Lin Shu, “Hmm?”

Ling Fengxiao’s voice was a little bit hoarse and in a very low voice, he said, “I hurt.”

Lin Shu channeled True Qi into his meridians, and not unexpectedly, it was the Phoenix blood acting up again.

He then sent his own spiritual force to Ling Fengxiao’s meridians, circulating it slowly, and continued to suppress the Lihuo Qi of the Phoenix blood.

Ling Fengxiao still said in a slightly aggrieved tone, “I hurt.”

Lin Shu felt that he should already be relieved of pain, and asked, “It still hurts?”

Ling Fengxiao said, “Now the pain is within my bones.”

Lin Shu gathered his True Qi. For a moment, it was neither sending nor not.

If you didn’t give him True Qi, the blood of Phoenix would flood again and erode the meridians. If you gave him True Qi, then Ling Fengxiao’s bones would hurt because of the “Xuanjue Bone Formation Arts”. The True Qi of Sword Pavilion was very cold and would cause pain in the bones.

Ling Fengxiao said, “I want to... take medicine.”

Lin Shu asked, “What medicine?”

Ling Fengxiao said, “The antidote to the Illusory Pill.”

Then he said, “Let Xiao Shao play with you.”

After considering, if Ling Fengxiao changed back to Xiao Shao’s shell, he would not have to use “Xuanjue Bone Formation Arts”, and he would not be hurt by the True Qi of the Sword Pavilion.

So he allowed it.

Later, he regretted it.

When he woke up in the morning, Lin Shu looked up at the glazed roof of the palace. For a time, he didn’t know what to say.

Xiao Shao wrapped him in the quilt and called out “Baby” several times, and was very solicitous of Lin Shu. He absolutely lacked the frail and weak image of the night before.

Lin Shu very slowly got up, and was felt up by that person again.

Lin Shu examined his meridians and found that the volatility of the Phoenix Blood had lessened quite a lot.

This Phoenix blood was truly unfathomable.

Even if he constantly used his spiritual strength to scour away at it, it would only slow down the impact, but would not cause any true improvements. However, by just dual-cultivating for a while, with himself taking on the role of the cauldron for Xiao Shao, the Phoenix blood could be pacified for a long time.

He continued to expressionlessly be held by Xiao Shao from behind for a while. He felt that he wasn’t feeling weak, so he dressed himself properly, and put on his sword. Then he waited for Ling Fengxiao to put on her makeup.

Makeup must be completed, then go out.

Ling Fengxiao first needed to pay her respects to Mother Empress, then chase off her brother and his mischief, and bid farewell to her Father Emperor, before finally going out.

Lin Shu followed along, and thus met the Emperor of Southern Xia.

The Emperor’s sleeping chambers were heavily guarded. The Imperial Guards dressed in black tightly guarded the long unconscious old Emperor.

The medicinal aroma was so strong that it had practically solidified in the air.

Ling Fengxiao, standing at the head of the bed, first summarized the events of last night’s battle, and then apprised him of his intended destination. By leaving for the north, he would not be able to care for his Father Emperor for several years, and he sought his Father Emperor’s forgiveness for this negligence of his filial duties.

The Emperor remained unconscious.

At the time of their departure, Lin Shu looked backwards at the temple for no reason.

Behind the folding screen, dimly seen, there was an elegant and gracious silhouette, it was the Empress.

She bowed her head, and gently stroked a carved incense burner, and the fragrant incense smoke wafted away.

When walking out of the hall, Ling Fengxiao said, “When I was a child, I seldom saw Father Emperor. It was only after I grew up that I stayed for some time in the Palace. He treated me very well.”

These sudden words also ended abruptly, a sentence with no head nor tail.

Lin Shu thought Ling Fengxiao perhaps hoped for his father’s condition to improve. However, even with the efforts of the entire Southern Xia Dynasty, there was no way to help the Emperor recover from his illness.

He suddenly fell into a trance, thinking of the thick smell of medicine in the hall, and the fragrant smoke wafting from the incense burner that was held by the Empress.

There was no conversation en route, one hour later, Ling Fengxiao led a 5000-strong army northwards.

Fruit, Yingying, Lingsu, and Qinglu followed them.

Once Xiao Wuque saw the icy and beautiful Lingsu, he immediately went to pander and flatter her, calling her “Big Sister” and “Fairy”, setting aside her pure white, immortal like garb, slim waist, and lively eyebrows, her image would still be of a beautiful young maiden.

Qinglu and Yingying played together very well.

Once they had arrived at the boundary of Liangzhou, Ling Fengxiao said, “Let me bring you to see something.”

He left the army behind, and rode to a nearby high mountain.

Although not entirely suitable, it did bring to Lin Shu’s mind an ancient poem.

The Ninth Heavens’ palace gates are open.

To look at the magnificent palace halls, they are endless, the soaring eaves with an extraordinarily powerful aura.

The palace halls consist of ink and cinnabar, bearing a solemn gravitas.

A side of the mountain had been whittled flat, with four large vermillion red words written upon it.

Phoenix Villa.

Written in a bold calligraphic style, it still managed to be soft and beautiful, but still portraying an intensely icy killing aura!

He rode together with Ling Fengxiao on top of a single horse, directly to the main hall.

After he dismounted, Ling Fengxiao grasped his hand and led him on a circuitous path through the palace buildings, and finally pushed open a phoenix-patterned sandalwood door.

Ling Fengxiao said, “We’ve arrived.”

It was red.

Red and Gold.

Intricately carved rafters, jade pillars, Peonies, Phoenix.

After rolling aside a layer of a beaded curtain, then one could view the entire room.

Lin Shu looked at the large gilded bed placed in the centre of the room, there were numerous soft red pillows on it.

Ling Fengxiao said, “A few years ago, the Villa Master prepared our wedding chambers.”

Lin Shu looked at the candlestick placed at the head of the bed.

There was an unburned red candle on it.

He looked again at the furnishings in the house, again and felt that it was vaguely familiar.

The meaning of the vision that he had seen in the mirror, couldn’t be that it meant that he was going to die on Xiao Shao’s bed.

He didn’t think that Xiao Shao was perverted to that extent.

Even if he was, it still wouldn’t be right, under what sort of circumstances Xiao Shao would thrust a sword into his chest, he really couldn’t think of any.

Xiao Shao was, after all, a good person.

While lost in thought, he suddenly heard a noise at the door.

Ling Fengxiao closed the door.

Another sound rang out.

——Then the door was bolted shut.

Lin Shu, “...”