Chapter 149: The Silly Right Protector

Looking at Liu Yun, whose face was flushed a deep crimson, Feng Liuli curved her lips into a shallow smile. Showing a rare mercy, she began to explain.

“Three thousand years ago, in order to save the Nine-Colored Divine Lotus she had harmed, Luo Shui absorbed all the nether energy that had contaminated it into her own body. She then swore a divine oath to enter a cycle of a hundred reincarnations to seek the forgiveness of the lotus’s reincarnation. Her hope was to help it rebuild its foundation so they could remain together for eternity…”

Seeing the Little Traditionalist staring at her with wide, expectant eyes—listening with the utmost seriousness—Feng Liuli felt a rare spark of interest and revealed a few more secrets of the past.

“However, the body of the Divine Lotus instinctively rejected Luo Shui’s proximity. As long as the two of them shared an intimate relationship, the Divine Lotus would perish within a year.”

Feng Liuli paused here, glancing at Liu Yun’s expression before continuing. “Left with no other choice, Luo Shui sought my help. I took pity on your youth and left a clone behind to watch over you…”

Xiaobai: Three thousand years ago, Liu Yun was only nine hundred years old. She really was just a child, hahaha!

“Huh?” Liu Yun’s mouth hung open as she stared blankly at the Nether Lord.

The Nether Lord had left a clone specifically to watch over her? Three thousand years ago? Did that mean the Nether Lord had started noticing her even back then?

Feng Liuli glanced at Liu Yun. She didn’t answer the girl’s confusion, but she felt a slight spark of irritation rising.

Back then…

When she had originally planned to enter the mortal world, she intended to leave her clone to accompany the Little Traditionalist—or rather, to supervise the stubborn little thing’s cultivation. Who would have thought that Liu Yun would sneak after her the moment she wasn’t looking?

And the result… that reckless girl couldn’t even wait for Feng Liuli to settle matters in the mortal realm before she went and met an early end.

Thinking about how this Little Traditionalist would inevitably end up with a few holes poked in her every time she followed her through a trial, Feng Liuli felt a pang of heartache mixed with exasperation.

That fool. She never ran when there was danger; she just kept charging to the front!

Well, now she had successfully charged straight into Feng Liuli’s heart, and this time, there was no way she was letting her escape.

Feng Liuli’s mood brightened when she remembered how this girl used to get jealous but never dared to speak up, only seething silently in her heart. Teasing the Little Traditionalist had practically become her favorite daily pastime.

Looking at the dazed girl, Feng Liuli arched an eyebrow. “Is there anything else you want to ask?”

Thinking of the chaotic thoughts swirling in the girl’s mind, Feng Liuli’s eyes darkened. Before Liu Yun could speak, she added, “After today, if you ask any more of those nonsensical questions, don’t blame me for… failing to be gentle with you!”

Hearing the latter half of the sentence, Liu Yun’s body shuddered. When has the Nether Lord ever been gentle? I’ve already been…

Thinking of her experiences over the past three months, Liu Yun subconsciously swallowed. The tiny seedling of a thought to distance herself from the Nether Lord withered instantly under the woman’s half-smiling gaze.

But she still had questions. If she didn’t get a clear answer, she would never feel at ease.

“Then… Nether Lord, is the person you… you love… me?” Liu Yun lowered her head, her voice stammering.

She figured that before the trials, the only people the Nether Lord was close to were the Left Protector and herself. Since the Left Protector was just a clone, could the person the Nether Lord loved actually be her?

The moment the thought appeared, Liu Yun’s heart couldn’t help but leap with joy. Normally, she would never dare to ask, but now… the Nether Lord had told her to ask.

With this thought, Liu Yun’s trembling nerves settled slightly as she hung her head, waiting for an answer.

Feng Liuli gently tilted her chin up. Looking at the girl’s blushing face, she suddenly let out a soft laugh. Leaning close to the little rabbit’s ear, she spoke playfully.

“Could it be that I haven’t worked hard enough these past three months, and you haven’t felt it deeply enough? Do you want me to help you refresh your memory?”

Hearing this, Liu Yun forgot all about her anxiety and shook her head frantically. Deep! It was very deep! She didn’t want to “refresh” those memories at all.

Seeing that the girl had behaved, Feng Liuli gave a soft snort. “Do I look like the type of person who is just ‘casual’ with anyone?”

Liu Yun blinked. Aren’t you? You don’t even wear clothes when you leave the bedchamber…

Reading the meaning in Liu Yun’s eyes, Feng Liuli knit her beautiful brows and asked with dissatisfaction, “What kind of look is that?”

Sensing the Nether Lord’s displeasure, Liu Yun endured the sting of her conscience and lied through her teeth. “Nothing, nothing at all. The Nether Lord is very proper. Not casual at all.”

After the lie left her lips, Liu Yun suddenly realized the implication—the Nether Lord meant she only did those things with her because she loved her…

With this realization, Liu Yun’s eyes snapped wide and sparkled as she looked at Feng Liuli in disbelief.

Seeing the Little Traditionalist finally catch on, Feng Liuli poked her forehead irritably. “You only just realized? You really are stupid.”

The “silly” Right Protector rubbed her head and grinned foolishly for a while. Then, thinking back to the topic of being “casual,” she whispered under her breath, “But could the Nether Lord please wear clothes and shoes when there are other people around in the future?”

Feng Liuli’s raised eyebrows dropped. She shot an ill-tempered look at Liu Yun and hissed through gritted teeth, “When have I ever not worn clothes?”

Thinking of those sheer, gauzy robes the Nether Lord favored—most of which were semi-transparent and more seductive than wearing nothing at all—Liu Yun’s eyebrows twitched with conflict.

Before Feng Liuli could lose her temper, she spoke up hesitantly. “Then… in the future, can I serve the Nether Lord when she dresses?”

“What are you planning?” Feng Liuli asked crossly.

She didn’t even need to think to know that if she gave the Little Traditionalist the right to choose her outfits, she would likely be covered from head to toe.

Now certain that she was the one the Nether Lord loved, Liu Yun’s courage grew. She tugged at the thin veil barely covering Feng Liuli’s body and pleaded weakly, “Nether Lord…”

Glancing at the girl’s stubborn expression, a mischievous idea suddenly sprouted in Feng Liuli’s heart. The wicked glint in her eyes deepened, though she kept her face perfectly serious.

“I suppose I can agree. However, I have a condition.”

Hearing that she had actually agreed, Liu Yun was overjoyed. “Name it!”

Feng Liuli glanced at the girl’s expectant eyes, pointed to the clone standing to the side, and leaned into Liu Yun’s ear, whispering with ill intent.

“Next time, I want to do it together with the clone…”

Liu Yun looked at her in confusion, not understanding. “Together? Do what together?”

As the seductive, murmured explanation reached her ears, Liu Yun felt like she was about to explode! The Nether Lord was already bad enough on her own; if she added a clone into the mix, would she even survive?

“Well? Do you agree?” Feng Liuli asked with a wicked grin. “The choice to control my wardrobe is in your hands.”

Liu Yun’s face turned a fiery red as she whispered, “Can we… can we change it to something else?”

Feng Liuli was surprisingly easy to talk to this time. She didn’t even stop to think before agreeing.

“Fine.”

Before Liu Yun could breathe a sigh of relief, the wicked woman continued, “We’ll change it to a different clone.”