Su Jinxue was completely dumbfounded.
She simply stood there in a daze, her fingertips still touching her lips. The lingering warmth and tingling sensation from Zhang Mingyuan were so unfamiliar, yet so distinct.
Meanwhile, Zhang Mingyuan forced down his heart, which was pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his throat, and sank his consciousness into his small world.
Within the small world, the Projection Stone that had captured that earth-shattering scene floated quietly.
“Backups! Infinite backups! Copy it ten thousand times! No, a hundred thousand times!”
Zhang Mingyuan's divine sense roared frantically.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
In almost an instant, thousands of identical Projection Stones materialized like stars in his small world. Then, like a meteor shower, they scattered and hid in its furthest corners.
Having finished this, Zhang Mingyuan's divine sense returned to his body. The entire process took less than a single breath.
Clearing his throat, he casually retrieved a duplicate Projection Stone from the mountain of backups and tossed it in the air, catching it with his fingertips.
Though his movements looked smooth and carefree, his palms were actually drenched in cold sweat from sheer nervousness.
“Ahem.”
He took another step closer.
“Little Xuexue...”
This name, “Little Xuexue,” caused Su Jinxue's dazed consciousness to shudder violently.
Zhang Mingyuan grinned, waving the Projection Stone in front of her.
“Look, if this thing were to get out, it wouldn't be very good, would it?”
He smiled innocently, yet his words carried the sinister whisper of a demon:
“You wouldn't want... every cultivator in the Xuanling Realm to find out about us kissing, would you?”
Boom!
The word “kissing” was like a bolt of divine tribulation lightning from the highest heavens, striking ruthlessly against Su Jinxue's completely blank Dao Heart!
Her red eyes, which had once looked down upon all living beings, finally regained their focus.
She glared fixedly at Zhang Mingyuan. In her eyes, that face with its brilliant smile was so detestable, so... begging for death!
Kill him!
This thought sprouted and spread like wildfire!
She was a Red Dust Immortal! The master of the Myriad Snow Palace!
This bastard, this rogue, how dared he! How dared he...
But...
just as that world-destroying killing intent swelled to its absolute peak, the faint, bizarre sensation lingering on her lips turned into an inexplicable current of electricity, instantly dispersing the immortal energy she had gathered.
What... was that feeling?
For five thousand years, they had fought, cursed at each other, undermined one another, and tripped each other up...
She thought she had long seen through everything about him.
Yet she had never imagined that one day, their lips would touch.
Warm, soft...
It wasn't a spell, nor was it a divine ability. It was the most direct, most primal contact.
Her first kiss...
This thought popped up without warning, causing Su Jinxue's heart to constrict violently.
An indescribable sense of grievance and bitterness, mingled with overwhelming shame and anger, rushed straight to her nose.
Within those red eyes brewing a storm, a faint mist of tears unknowingly began to gather.
What the hell? Is this woman about to cry?
Zhang Mingyuan was stunned.
In five thousand years, he had never seen Su Jinxue shed a single tear.
Today, she was actually... kissed to tears by him?
“Ahem... Su Jinxue, don't go pretending to cry now!” Zhang Mingyuan said, his voice sounding a bit forced.
“Who told you to bully me so miserably? Beating me up is one thing, stealing my things is another, and making me a Sword-Bearing Attendant... You ruined my reputation! I...”
Before he could finish his sentence,
Thud!
A soft but clear thud suddenly echoed from the direction of the bedchamber's main doors, sounding as if someone had accidentally bumped into them.
The tense, explosive atmosphere between the two instantly froze.
Who?!
Zhang Mingyuan and Su Jinxue turned their heads almost simultaneously, staring at the tightly closed doors.
...
Outside the doors, Nian'an was completely frozen. She covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes wide as saucers, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.
She had only been worried that the Palace Master and the great devil... oh, no, Sacred Lord Zhang, would clash while alone in the room!
Yes, that was it!
That was why she had quietly slipped over, wanting to eavesdrop on what was happening inside.
The bedchambers of the Myriad Snow Palace were protected by soundproofing restrictions, but as Su Jinxue's personal maid, the token she carried allowed her to open a microscopic gap in the restriction without alerting her master.
And then... she saw it.
She saw Sacred Lord Zhang restore his cultivation, and she saw the two leaning close to whisper.
And then... she saw Sacred Lord Zhang suddenly lunge forward and kiss her!
He... actually... kissed... her!
Her brain went buzz and completely exploded!
[I ship it! The ship is real! Ahhhhh!]
[I knew it! I knew it! Nemeses? Five-thousand-year rivals? It was all fake! It was all just lovers' play!]
[A forced kiss! What incredible possessiveness! What dominance!]
[And the Immortal Lord... She actually... seemed to be kissed to tears! Ahhh!!! Is this... is this really something I'm allowed to watch?!]
The immense ecstasy and shock sent Nian'an's brain into an unprecedented state of frenzy.
She had already come up with the title for her next anonymous post on 《Secrets of the Immortal Sects》—“Shocking! The World's Only Red Dust Immortal Was Actually Kissed to Tears by Her Nemesis in Her Bedchamber!”
However, in the next second, when she saw Sacred Lord Zhang take out that Projection Stone and deliver his threat—“You wouldn't want anyone to know about us kissing, would you?”—
a bone-chilling dread instantly shot from her tailbone straight to the crown of her head!
[Wait, no!]
[What did I just see? What did I just hear?]
[This isn't sweet romance at all! This is a top-tier, silence-the-witness level secret of the Xuanling Realm!]
[With the Palace Master's personality, being forcibly kissed by Sacred Lord Zhang and even recorded is an absolute humiliation. And now, I, a mere maid, know about this “absolute humiliation”...]
[I'm going to die, aren't I? I'm definitely going to die! The Palace Master will crush me into ashes with a single finger, leaving not even a trace of my soul behind!]
Extreme ecstasy and extreme terror, two completely opposing emotions, clashed wildly in her mind. This caused her footing to slip, and her forehead banged straight into the door.
Thud!
Dead silence.
In this moment, the three people inside and outside the doors seemed to have been placed under an immobilization spell.
Scared out of her wits, Nian'an scrambled to crawl and run away.
But her legs had turned to jelly.
Screeech—
The doors were pushed open by her weight.
In that instant, three pairs of eyes locked onto each other with absolute precision.
Zhang Mingyuan knitted his brows.
The blush and mist of tears on Su Jinxue's face were instantly replaced by frost and murderous intent.
And at the base of the doors, Nian'an's face was revealed—twisted in sheer terror, with the words “I'm dead” practically written all over it.
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