Chapter 27: Taming the Beast – Her Thoughts Part 2

As far as she knew, Cui Huaizhou had never left the Imperial Serenity Sect, so the innocents he killed must have been from the Imperial Serenity Sect.

Killing fellow sect members was a sect taboo.

Shen Yanting’s taboo.

Killable.

Bo Xuenong licked her lips, her eyes filled with desire for both points and blood. “Feng Jin, how about I return to the Imperial Serenity Sect tonight and kill Cui Huaizhou?”

Feng Jin was shocked. “Senior Sister!”

“Never mind.”

Bo Xuenong still gave up on going back to kill Cui Huaizhou. Fifty points were not worth a special trip.

Bo Xuenong thought for a moment, then suddenly took Feng Jin’s hand. “Come on, let’s go earn points.”

“Senior Sister, where are we going to earn points?”

“Let’s find the source of that crying. We might run into some bully picking on the weak.”

Feng Jin blinked in confusion. “Crying?”

“You didn’t hear it?”

Bo Xuenong belatedly realized that Feng Jin’s cultivation was fake. She coughed lightly. “Before Master and I entered the village, we heard many people crying. I suspect that Village Chief Gui is lying. Let’s go take a look… If we’re lucky and run into a few evildoers, we’ll get points.”

Only then did Feng Jin realize that encountering evildoers could count as good luck.

She didn’t dare refute Bo Xuenong and could only follow her out.

Before Bo Xuenong and Feng Jin had left the courtyard, a familiar slender figure had already appeared at the courtyard gate. It was Shen Yanting, who was supposed to have left with Fu Aoqing and the others.

Shen Yanting stood outside the courtyard gate and gazed at them. Confusion gradually surfaced in her cold eyes.

Bo Xuenong hurried forward, her eyes full of delight. “Master! Master, aren’t you going with Sect Master and the others?”

Bo Xuenong quickly rushed out of the courtyard and stood in front of Shen Yanting.

Strangely, she saw Shen Yanting’s lips moving, yet no sound reached her ears.

Bo Xuenong instinctively looked toward Feng Jin, the only other living person in the courtyard. This glance startled Feng Jin, and her inner voice rang out again.

【Ah! I forgot that Elder Shen is monitoring Eldest Senior Sister. The Conversation Space blocks all sounds—outside voices can’t come in, and our voices can’t go out. Elder Shen must have rushed back because she couldn’t hear Eldest Senior Sister. I should have spent some points to create some noise to mislead Elder Shen. Eldest Senior Sister probably wouldn’t mind Elder Shen watching her so closely.】

Of course not!

Bo Xuenong had long known that Shen Yanting was monitoring her. She had even felt regretful before when she discovered that Shen Yanting didn’t watch her for a full twelve hours a day. Now, Shen Yanting, who should have been accompanying Fu Aoqing, had hurried back because she couldn’t hear Bo Xuenong’s voice. What Bo Xuenong felt most was joy.

Casting spell arts to hear the movements throughout the village was easy for Shen Yanting. She might have suddenly wanted to know what Bo Xuenong was up to and enhanced her hearing with spell arts, but… Shen Yanting had abandoned her companionship to come to Bo Xuenong’s side. That proved Bo Xuenong was more important to her than Fu Aoqing. Shen Yanting cared about her.

So what if it was surveillance?

It was her honor to be constantly watched by her master.

Bo Xuenong grinned from ear to ear, staring unblinkingly at Shen Yanting with a hint of smugness.

Shen Yanting’s lips moved again, but Bo Xuenong still heard no sound.

She inwardly blamed Feng Jin for not yet dispelling the Conversation Space.

With a mere thought from Bo Xuenong, spiritual light flashed by her hand, and sounds other than Feng Jin’s returned to her ears.

Shen Yanting was calling her: “Xuenong.”

Only then did Bo Xuenong truly feel that the System belonged to her as well. She hadn’t expected that a mere thought could dispel the Conversation Space.

Bo Xuenong was somewhat surprised but didn’t pay it much mind. Her attention quickly returned to Shen Yanting.

She deliberately stood a bit closer to Shen Yanting. “Master, I’m here.”

Hearing Bo Xuenong’s voice again, Shen Yanting subconsciously touched her ear. She had wanted to say something, but her hearing, amplified to the extreme, had disturbed her mind. Shen Yanting didn’t ask why Bo Xuenong and Feng Jin’s voices had suddenly vanished.

Just as she had said, they could all have secrets.

Bo Xuenong had hers, and so did she.

If she couldn’t completely treat Bo Xuenong as a ferocious beast that needed monitoring, then she should give her the right to freedom. This time… Shen Yanting hadn’t intentionally eavesdropped on Bo Xuenong and Feng Jin. She had grown curious about the crying in the village and wanted to investigate. Habit made her subconsciously turn back to seek Bo Xuenong when she couldn’t hear her voice.

Next time… she would change.

“Master.” Shen Yanting had been silent for too long, prompting Bo Xuenong to call out to her subconsciously.

Shen Yanting’s expression remained indifferent as she turned sideways and gazed toward the village. “Xuenong, you called me wrong again.”

“Darling, what are you looking at?”

Bo Xuenong didn’t argue with Shen Yanting. She herself used “Xuenong,” yet she came to correct Bo Xuenong’s form of address. Bo Xuenong obediently changed it.

As she asked Shen Yanting, she couldn’t help but draw closer to her, following the direction of Shen Yanting’s gaze.

“I…” To see where Shen Yanting was looking, Bo Xuenong had practically pressed against her. In the instant she turned her head, her lips nearly brushed Bo Xuenong’s cheek, and the words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back.

Shen Yanting’s breath carried a faint chill, scattering across Bo Xuenong’s skin, yet what she felt was heat.

Bo Xuenong touched her lips with a strange expression. She brought the back of her hand to her lips and gently blew on it. The airflow wrapped around her skin, leaving a bit of warmth that quickly faded. But the spot on her face touched by Shen Yanting’s breath remained hot.

This sensation was unfamiliar and odd. Bo Xuenong couldn’t help but lean toward Shen Yanting’s lips.

Her eyes followed Shen Yanting’s lips, wanting to see what secrets they held.

Shen Yanting frowned slightly and instinctively leaned back, avoiding the increasingly close Bo Xuenong.

Seeing her furrow her brows, Bo Xuenong immediately grew worried. “Darling, what’s wrong?”

Shen Yanting gazed at Bo Xuenong, her eyes freezing for a moment.

Seeing that Bo Xuenong still hadn’t reacted, Shen Yanting took half a step back and pressed her index finger to Bo Xuenong’s forehead, gently pushing.

She pushed Bo Xuenong to stand straight, her gaze returning to indifference. “Nothing.”

With her fingertip at the center of Bo Xuenong’s forehead, her snowy white wrist hovered right in front of her lips. A faint cold fragrance once again entered her nose.

That familiar scent made Bo Xuenong’s nose tip subconsciously lean forward.

Like a little demon without spiritual intelligence, she instinctively chased the scent that put her heart at ease.

Shen Yanting noticed Bo Xuenong’s small movement. The finger still on her forehead slid down, its pad pressing against the soft skin and landing on her nose tip, giving a gentle push.

Shen Yanting didn’t use much strength, but Bo Xuenong instinctively cooperated, tilting her head back slightly in extreme obedience.

“Darling.” Bo Xuenong drew close to Shen Yanting again. She had many things she wanted to ask.

Shen Yanting glanced sideways at Bo Xuenong. “Don’t move.”

“Okay.”

Bo Xuenong immediately straightened her back rigidly, afraid that even the slightest movement would appear disobedient in Shen Yanting’s eyes.

She no longer leaned closer, and only then did Shen Yanting withdraw her hand and lightly brush her own lips, which had grown somewhat hot from Bo Xuenong’s stare. Unexpectedly, Bo Xuenong’s eyes suddenly brightened extraordinarily, staring at her without blinking.

Shen Yanting let her faintly flushed fingertip drop. “Do you have something to say?”

“Mhm.” Bo Xuenong nodded vigorously, her voice rising. “Darling, your breath is cool, but when it blows on my face, it feels hot. Why is that?”

“…”

Sometimes Shen Yanting felt Bo Xuenong was very clever, and other times she felt she was truly foolish.

She didn’t know how to answer Bo Xuenong. Her slightly curled fingertips slowly pressed into her palm. Pretending not to hear, Shen Yanting turned her gaze back to the village she had been watching. “There’s some unusual movement over there. Let’s go take a look.”

Shen Yanting always easily led Bo Xuenong’s thoughts in the direction she wanted. Bo Xuenong agreed without hesitation. “Okay.”

Shen Yanting grabbed her hand and formed a hand seal with one hand. As golden light flickered, her snowy skin soon took on a layer of faint gold. In the instant the last bit of skin was covered by the golden light, Shen Yanting vanished from sight.

Suddenly, an invisible hand took hold of Bo Xuenong.

The moment her hand was grasped, Bo Xuenong saw Shen Yanting again, and the same golden light appeared on her body.

Bo Xuenong knew this was the Concealment Technique. Shen Yanting was sharing the spell with her through physical contact.

Worried that the scars on her palm might rub against Shen Yanting’s overly tender palm, Bo Xuenong placed her other hand on Shen Yanting’s wrist. She knew full well that once Shen Yanting’s hand left her body, Shen Yanting would vanish from her sight again. Bo Xuenong pressed Shen Yanting’s hand, sliding it from her fingers to the back of her hand, then to her forearm, along her arm to her shoulder, and finally to the soft, smooth nape of her neck.

For once, Bo Xuenong was not gentle. No matter how Shen Yanting tried to pull her hand back, she insistently guided it upward.

Once Shen Yanting’s palm pressed against her nape, Bo Xuenong even leaned into her palm and slowly moved her neck, ensuring her slender neck fully pressed against Shen Yanting’s palm. “Darling, grab here.”

“…”

Such a posture.

If Shen Yanting wished, she could strangle Bo Xuenong at any time.

Shen Yanting’s brow bone trembled lightly, rare confusion creeping into her eyes.

She had only seen beast tamers from the Beast Taming Sect grab necks when taming beasts. Though Bo Xuenong had a ferocious beast bloodline, she should count as human.

Had Bo Xuenong’s beast blood awakened?

But she wasn’t a beast cultivator.

Shen Yanting didn’t dare use force. She lifted her left wrist and pulled away Bo Xuenong’s hand from her right wrist, then placed her fingertips on Bo Xuenong’s arm, changing it to linking arms.

“Darling…”

Before Bo Xuenong could explain that the skin on her neck felt much softer and smoother, Shen Yanting took away her right to speak. “No talking.”

Those four words suppressed all the words Bo Xuenong wanted to say.

She covered her mouth with one hand and nodded obediently.

Shen Yanting gave Bo Xuenong a deep look and walked toward Feng Jin, the only one excluded from the spell arts. Just as she reached to take Feng Jin’s hand, Bo Xuenong’s hand extended first. Shen Yanting didn’t stop her; the spell arts could spread from Bo Xuenong’s body to Feng Jin.

Feng Jin had no idea what they had just said. She only knew they were going to check the village and then vanished.

She had thought Shen Yanting and Bo Xuenong weren’t bringing her along and had already headed to the village. Seeing them reappear suddenly surprised her greatly, but she didn’t dare ask, only blinking her eyes as her gaze darted between them.

Shen Yanting led them toward the village at high speed. Bo Xuenong could keep up, but Feng Jin, whose cultivation was falsified, was directly flung into the air.

Bo Xuenong glanced at Shen Yanting and changed from holding Feng Jin’s hand to clamping her under her arm.

Fortunately, the physique from the Buddha Spirit Fruit was top-tier, so Feng Jin wasn’t too disheveled.

Shen Yanting glanced at Feng Jin and slowed her speed a bit.

Mistlongevity Village wasn’t particularly large. Soon, Shen Yanting brought them to a somewhat dilapidated courtyard. The tightly shut doors and windows couldn’t block a cultivator intent on spying. Shen Yanting took out a spirit stone and pressed it against the door. They smoothly passed through the closed door.

As soon as they entered the house, Bo Xuenong caught a strange fragrance, thick and mixed with a medicinal scent. It was quite pleasant.

But it made one’s head somewhat dizzy.

A long table stood in the room, laden with fresh fruits and a small incense burner with many burned incense stubs, as if worshiping someone. The wall right against the long table indeed bore traces of a painting having hung there.

Before Bo Xuenong could step forward for a closer look, a faint sobbing sound and Gui Nianqin’s hoarse voice came from the room on the left…