In the courtyard.
By the time the two of them pulled apart, Yu Wenqiu had completely transformed into a steaming-hot mess of embarrassment.
“So…” Yu Wenqiu finally spoke, her voice a soft hum. “This counts as official, right?”
Gu Chengming found it a bit amusing. “Hasn't it always been official?”
Hearing this, Yu Wenqiu looked up and gave him a fierce glare, though with her face still steaming, it lacked any real intimidation.
“Then you’re not allowed to be like this anymore! Also, from now on, every day you must at least—” Her words suddenly caught in her throat.
“At least what?” Gu Chengming asked.
“Never mind, I’m leaving!”
Sensing the teasing tone in his voice, Yu Wenqiu abruptly turned around, feeling her composure crumbling.
She feigned anger and marched toward the courtyard gate, her pace so fast it looked like someone was chasing her. However, she came to a sudden halt just as she reached the exit.
Gu Chengming thought she had already walked away and was about to turn back when he saw her head peek back through the doorway.
She leaned half her body in, looking at him with a huff. “I won’t fuss over the other things… but no matter what you plan to do next, Little Gu, you must stay safe.”
“I want to be happy with you for a lifetime…”
The weight of this sentence was entirely different from the previous two. Yu Wenqiu knew what Gu Chengming intended to do next.
He would not stay idle. Whether as a prodigy or a Dao companion, he was destined to walk into one dangerous situation after another, each more perilous than the last. She knew there was very little she could do, so her only wish was for him to remain safe.
“I will,” Gu Chengming said.
Yu Wenqiu finally turned away and left the courtyard.
Her footsteps gradually faded into the distance.
After she turned the corner outside the gate, the sound of her walking turned into a light jog, followed by a muffled squeal that sounded like a scream suppressed by a hand over her mouth.
“—Mmmph! It happened, it happened, it happened!!!”
Yu Wenqiu crouched in the alley, clutching her face. After confirming no one was around, she finally abandoned all the dignity of an elder. She stayed there for a good while before standing up, rubbing her sore knees. She took three deep breaths to calm her expression, straightened her robes and hair, and strode toward the main street.
The osmanthus flower at her temple was a bit crumpled.
But it didn't matter…
Today was truly wonderful.
...
Three days after the conclusion of the grand competition, Floating Islet City gradually returned to its daily routine.
The markets reopened, and the spiritual lamps were relit.
Long queues formed at the flying boat docks of the major sects, looking very much like train stations during a holiday rush in his previous life. The only difference was that the travelers were cultivators, their luggage was storage pouches, and the trains were replaced by spirit-driven flying boats.
Gu Chengming was also making preparations to leave the city.
The remains of the Inverse Cause Lotus had been handed over to Ji Yixi to be forged into a dharma artifact, and the aftermath of the secret realm incident was being handled by the Imperial Family.
Most of the necessary business had been settled, leaving only a few loose ends.
One of them was a brief discussion with Sect Leader Shen Qianqiu regarding the Cloud Moon Sect.
Upon hearing that Gu Chengming intended to go to the Cloud Moon Sect to investigate the truth behind the Flowing Cloud Following Moon Sword Art, Shen Qianqiu did not object. He simply reminded him of some recent abnormalities regarding the Cloud Moon Sect and warned him not to be careless.
The other matter was his farewell with Fu Xiaoxiao.
After learning that Gu Chengming was about to leave Floating Islet City, she invited him out for one last night. The two did not engage in dual cultivation.
—There is no need to doubt; they truly did not.
To Fu Xiaoxiao, there were moments where doing nothing was more memorable than physical intimacy.
She led Gu Chengming around the main gate of the Hehuan Sect’s residence and climbed up a narrow ladder along the outer wall to reach the roof.
There, she sat cross-legged on the glazed tiles, gazing up at the star-filled sky.
The autumn night wind blew from above the sea of clouds, carrying the faint, unique spiritual aura of Floating Islet City. Fu Xiaoxiao reached out to catch a wisp of floating light—shards of residue overflowing from the city-protecting array. They turned into tiny flickers of light in her palm, resembling fireflies.
She played with them for a bit before getting bored, brushing the light away. She then leaned her head over, resting it on Gu Chengming’s shoulder.
Fu Xiaoxiao didn't ask where he was going next. She rarely asked such questions because she knew there was no definitive answer; a cultivator’s path was always taken one step at a time.
After a long silence, she spoke, her voice lazy like a dream between sleep and wakefulness. “Next time, it’s your turn to come find me.”
Gu Chengming smiled. “Alright.”
“It’s always me chasing after you…” Fu Xiaoxiao grumbled, her voice growing smaller. “You really are a bastard.” There was no real complaint in her tone, only the accustomed spoiled behavior of a lover.
The river of stars stretched across the sky above, while the lights of Floating Islet City formed a sea of warm yellow beneath their feet.
The two sat in silence, neither willing to break the rare tranquility.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Xiaoxiao’s breathing became steady and long. Gu Chengming looked down to find she had fallen asleep against his shoulder.
...
The next morning.
The Wenjian Sect was about to depart from Floating Islet City.
Yu Wenqiu had already hurried him three times in the courtyard. As Gu Chengming was checking the last few items of his gear, a disciple ran over to report that the Imperial Princess of Daqian requested an audience.
Gu Chengming was startled, then realized she might be here regarding the unfinished dharma artifact.
But it had only been a few days. The lotus remains carried the karmic resonance accumulated by a Sixth Realm expert over ten thousand years. The forging process should have been extremely complex, likely taking months by normal standards.
Then he remembered Ji Yixi’s words about the craftsmen and resources available to the Imperial Family’s hidden lineage. A smith who could be summoned by them was surely no ordinary person.
About half an hour later, Ji Yixi personally delivered the artifact to the Wenjian Sect’s residence.
The moment the brocade box opened, a faint golden light floated upward.
The artifact was a small lotus pendant, about the size of a thumb, translucent with faint golden petals that pulsed slightly.
“This item is called the Unborn Lotus,” Ji Yixi introduced as she pushed the box toward Gu Chengming. “It is a Fifth Realm dharma artifact. It can act upon a process with a predetermined outcome, skipping the entire middle experience to arrive directly at the end.”
Gu Chengming took the artifact, momentarily stunned by the description. He wondered if he had misheard.
Ji Yixi seemed to think he hadn't understood the concept and added a few common explanations. “For example… if Commander Gu were injured, and the injury was confirmed to be non-fatal but required three months of recovery, using the Unborn Lotus would allow you to skip those three months and heal instantly.”
“Or perhaps travel. If you are going from Point A to Point B and there are no variables along the way, a journey that normally takes ten days can be skipped to arrive instantly at Point B.”
“Of course, there are limitations,” she paused, emphasizing the point. “It only works on events where the outcome is already certain. If the result of an event is undetermined—such as a battle where the winner has not yet been decided—the Unborn Lotus cannot skip it.”
“In short… it cannot change the result; it can only skip the process.”
Gu Chengming held the Unborn Lotus between his fingers, his pupils shaking as he looked at the tiny, pulsing pendant.
Wait, did you just manually craft a SKIP button for me?!
As a veteran player who had cleared hundreds of galgames in his previous life, Gu Chengming was naturally familiar with this function.
Pressing the SKIP button allowed one to fast-forward through seen plotlines, skip long daily segments, and omit irrelevant transitions. When repeatedly pursuing different character routes, the SKIP button was every galgame player’s closest companion.
And now, someone had turned the SKIP button into a dharma artifact and handed it to him.
Of course, for Gu Chengming, the practical utility of this function was actually quite limited.
What was the difference between skipping the plot and skipping through life?!
He wasn't on a second playthrough.
—But then again, is the next step a Save/Load system?
【Hundred Bones Resonating completely failed to understand why Gu Chengming’s expression was so complex, asking in confusion: It’s just skipping. This Emperor can skip many things with a single punch.】
【Qingxin Art: Like skipping an enemy’s life?】
【Hundred Bones Resonating: Exactly! All paths lead to the same destination!】
—Can you two be normal for once?
Ji Yixi watched Gu Chengming’s mixed expression and tilted her head slightly. “Is it not to your liking?”
“No, it is very much to my liking.” Gu Chengming solemnly tucked the Unborn Lotus into his robes, thanking her sincerely. “I just feel the effect exceeds my expectations.”
Ji Yixi nodded without saying much.
She turned to leave, but stopped at the door to add one last thing.
“By the way, the smith who forged this artifact is from the Tianting Sect.”
“If any problems arise with the artifact later, you can contact Master Zong Baixing of the Tianting Sect. He is a craftsman who collaborates with the Night Guard Division and is trustworthy.”
Gu Chengming silently memorized the name Zong Baixing.
After Ji Yixi left, the residence became quiet again.
Yu Wenqiu peeked her head in. Seeing no more outsiders, she stopped rushing him, though she glanced at the new pendant in his robes and muttered something about her being quite generous before turning back to organize the disciples’ luggage.
Gu Chengming was in no hurry to move. Taking advantage of the free time before leaving the city, he decided to organize the intelligence he had gathered.
After all, the place he was going next was not somewhere he could easily walk away from unscathed.
...
The intelligence regarding the Cloud Moon Sect mainly consisted of sect-channel information provided by Shen Qianqiu and a jade slip left by Ji Yixi, which contained a brief summary of recent regional abnormalities compiled by Daqian.
Only after summarizing this information did Gu Chengming realize something he had noticed before but hadn't fully grasped until now.
The Cloud Moon Sect did not attend this Immortal Sect Grand Competition.
Not only did the Cloud Moon Sect not come, but the Hunyuan Sect was also absent.
The Cloud Moon Sect was located in the Cuiping Mountains in southwestern Daqian, while the Hunyuan Sect was situated in the Huntian Plain north of the Cuiping Mountains.
The two sects were not geographically far apart and were the two pillars of the southwestern cultivation region. Both were reputable, righteous sects that had never missed a grand competition before—yet they had both skipped this one.
The reasons given by both sects were coincidentally vague. The Cloud Moon Sect explained that they were conducting an important internal inheritance ceremony and could not spare the manpower.
The Hunyuan Sect was even more blunt, stating that there were unstable fluctuations in the spiritual veins around the sect that required their full attention to suppress.
Individually, both reasons were plausible, but together, they were quite intriguing.
Two major sects in the same region simultaneously missing the most important event in the cultivation world due to internal reasons?
Ji Yixi’s jade slip recorded more detailed intelligence: the number of rogue cultivators near the Cuiping Mountains had sharply decreased over the past six months, and those asked were mostly vague about the reason.
The Cloud Moon Sect’s external communication had drastically reduced over the past year, with previously frequent inter-sect visits almost completely halting. The situation with the Hunyuan Sect was slightly different.
The Hunyuan Sect was not completely closed off, but its high-level members had been traveling frequently and acting secretively.
Someone had spotted the Sect Leader of the Hunyuan Sect near a restricted area deep in the Cuiping Mountains—an ancient ruin said to have been abandoned for thousands of years. Some rogue cultivators speculated that the Hunyuan Sect was searching for an ancient inheritance.
Over the past three months, cultivators around the Cuiping Mountains had begun exhibiting symptoms of drastic personality changes. Those who were once mild-tempered became irritable and angry, while those who were rational became obsessive.
The symptoms were mild, not enough to cause qi deviation, but enough to be noticed by those around them.
This was exactly the same as the effect on a practitioner’s state of mind caused by the malice implanted in the Flowing Cloud Following Moon Sword Art described by True Monarch Liuyun Suyu.
What if that implanted malice didn't just exist within the sword art, but had already spread to a much larger area?
He had originally only intended to go to the Cloud Moon Sect to investigate the truth of the sword art, but now it seemed the situation was much deeper than he had imagined.
However, there was no point in overthinking it now. He had prepared everything he could; the rest would have to be dealt with as it came once he reached the Cloud Moon Sect.
He gathered the jade slip and intelligence, opened the window, and noticed the sky had unknowingly grown dark.
The lights of Floating Islet City were flickering on one by one. This last evening in the sky city actually carried a hint of parting sorrow.
Though there weren't many old friends here he would miss for long, the experiences in this place were already precious memories.
...
The last evening before departure.
The setting sun dyed the sea of clouds around Floating Islet City in large patches of orange-red. As Gu Chengming was finishing his final packing in the guest room, a hearty voice suddenly came from outside.
“Is Little Friend Gu here? This old man is Zong Baixing of the Tianting Sect, making an uninvited visit!” The voice was loud and full of energy, carrying a sense of unannounced entitlement.
Gu Chengming was slightly taken aback.
Zong Baixing? Wasn't that the smith Ji Yixi mentioned who forged the Unborn Lotus?
Since the man had come personally, it would be rude to neglect him.
Opening the door, Gu Chengming met the visitor.
Zong Baixing appeared to be in his fifties, with a thin build and a lean, scholarly face. His graying hair was tied loosely behind his head, giving him a somewhat transcendent, immortal-like appearance at first glance. But a closer look revealed sleeves and collars covered in scorch marks from furnace fires, and an old scar on the webbing of his left thumb—clearly a craftsman who dealt with spiritual fires and forges year-round.
“Don’t be nervous, Little Friend Gu.” Zong Baixing smiled and cupped his hands. “This old man has come for that dharma artifact.”
Without waiting for an invitation or tea, he strode into the room. His eyes swept the area, accurately locating the most comfortable chair in the guest room, and he plopped himself down.
He then pulled a copper pot tempered by spiritual fire from his sleeve and poured himself a cup.
—This man is way too familiar.
Gu Chengming sat opposite him, still weighing his words.
“Master Zong, your visit is for—”
“Let’s get straight to the point.”
Zong Baixing set the copper pot on the table, becoming a bit more serious. His gaze moved past the teacup to where the Unborn Lotus was tucked in Gu Chengming’s robes. “There is a bit of a problem with that artifact.”
Gu Chengming’s brow immediately furrowed at those words.
Zong Baixing probably realized he had made it sound too alarming and quickly waved his hand to clarify.
“It’s not a big problem! It won’t affect its use! But there is indeed a… well, a rather troublesome aspect.”
Zong Baixing set down the pot and began to explain. The artifact’s function was to 'skip the process and arrive at the end,' but the karmic circuit within the Unborn Lotus would experience a slight shift after long-term use. Just as a new blade grows dull over time, the karmic circuit would suffer wear after multiple operations, causing the precision of the 'skip' to gradually decrease.
While it wouldn't affect safety, the effect would be diminished.
Gu Chengming nodded; this sounded reasonable enough.
But Zong Baixing’s next words were not so reasonable.
“To be honest—”
His tone suddenly became subtle, a unique mix of guilt and bluntness.
“This hidden flaw was actually left there intentionally by me.”
Gu Chengming: “?”
“When I received the commission, the Daqian side only said it was ordered from 'above' and didn't mention who would use it. This old man thought it was an artifact for the Daqian Royal Family, so I made a small tweak to the karmic circuit, ensuring it would need to be returned for maintenance every so often.”
What followed was naturally understood without being said.
Maintenance would cost a fee, and when the officials from the Daqian Artifact Pavilion brought it back to the Tianting Sect for repair, they would add a bit more to the bill for themselves. Those people were sharp; they’d take a cut with every repair trip, so everyone got a piece of the pie.
The Daqian Royal Family didn't lack money and wouldn't care about a small maintenance fee. The officials earned their travel cut, and the Tianting Sect earned the repair fee—a win-win-win for all three parties.
Gu Chengming’s expression was quite a sight.
—Is your Tianting Sect a bit too familiar with Daqian’s bureaucracy?
“But I only found out later that this artifact wasn't for the Daqian Royal Family, but for you.”
“Leaving a back door for the Royal Family to earn a maintenance fee is called business, but leaving one for our own people is just wicked… so this old man personally made the trip today to handle this flaw for you.”
Gu Chengming was a bit puzzled. “Our own people?”
He had no prior relationship with the Tianting Sect, so where did this 'own people' come from?
Zong Baixing seemed to have expected the question. He chuckled and didn't keep him in suspense.
“This old man is an old acquaintance of your master, Ren Wencai. We once worked together.”
Gu Chengming suddenly understood, though he didn't ask further.
So they were accomplices who used to pull schemes together in their youth.
He had heard too many versions of his master’s glorious past from too many people. Every new one he learned added to his realization of just how many people his master had troubled in his younger days.
Zong Baixing glanced at him as if guessing his thoughts and smiled without saying more.
He then took out his portable forging tools and began recalibrating the karmic circuit of the Unborn Lotus. The entire process lasted about fifteen minutes.
Zong Baixing was very focused while working. His fingers moved across the artifact’s surface, and spiritual fire flickered at his fingertips. Those hair-thin karmic patterns were returned to their proper places one by one under his adjustments.
It was clear that this old craftsman’s attainments in the art of forging were truly profound and not just for show. But it would be better if he didn't talk so much.
“Speaking of which, life for the Tianting Sect hasn't been easy these past few years.”
Zong Baixing sighed while he worked, as if opening a floodgate of conversation. “In terms of foundation, our Tianting Sect is an old brand with quite a history. But this cultivation world is like doing business—even the best wine is feared to be hidden in a deep alley.”
“Your Wenjian Sect is different. You produced a genius like yourself who became famous overnight. No matter where you go, you have status.”
Gu Chengming offered a few polite words.
Zong Baixing waved his hand and sighed. “I’m truly envious. As for the disciples of our Tianting Sect, the only one who is halfway decent is my own disciple…”
At this point, Zong Baixing’s tone suddenly paused.
“By the way.”
His hands didn't stop, but his gaze lifted from the artifact to look at Gu Chengming.
“I have a disciple named Xu Huayi.”
Gu Chengming was slightly taken aback, his tone carrying a hint of surprise and warmth.
“Daoist Xu? That truly is a coincidence.”
In truth, Xu Huayi was among the group of people in the cultivation world with whom he had the best personal relationship.
They had met before the grand competition and had later stood side-by-side in several incidents. They were very comfortable around each other.
Zong Baixing handed the recalibrated Unborn Lotus back to Gu Chengming, dusting off the spiritual fire residue from his hands. That smiling expression returned to his face.
“Alright, the flaw in the karmic circuit has been completely removed.”
“Thank you, Master Zong.”
“No need for thanks.”
Zong Baixing stood up and tucked the copper pot back into his sleeve. He wanted to remind him of something, but then felt that the girl’s matters should be spoken of by her herself.
The most a master could do was quietly pave the road to this point.
Ultimately, Zong Baixing only smiled, his tone light as if he were offering a common pleasantry.
“Little Friend Gu—”
“Find some time to spend with Huayi.”
With that, he truly left.
The setting sun cast his thin shadow long across the street, and the scorch marks on his sleeves were particularly visible in the twilight—like a veteran craftsman’s medals from half a lifetime of work.
Gu Chengming stood at the door, watching that figure disappear around the corner of the long street.
...
Everything in Floating Islet City was settled.
The Wenjian Sect’s flying boat departed at dawn. The sea of clouds surged, and the morning light turned the world to gold.
Shen Qianqiu, Yu Wenqiu, Elder Han Zhe, and the participating disciples returned to the sect together. Gu Chengming stood on the deck, watching Floating Islet City shrink bit by bit in the clouds behind them until it became a single speck of light on the horizon, eventually swallowed by the layers of cloud waves.
The return journey was much quieter than the arrival.
The excitement of the competition had passed, and the grand adventure in the secret realm had drained everyone’s energy completely.
Disciples leaned in small groups in the cabins to catch up on sleep; even the most talkative ones had finally shut their mouths.
—They were probably still being chased by projections in their dreams.
Gu Chengming wasn't sleepy. He first carefully studied the usage and limitations of the Unborn Lotus. After testing the spiritual resonance a few times, he basically understood the artifact’s temperament. Then, he looked through the moon-colored jade slip left by True Monarch Liuyun Suyu, making a preliminary comparison between the original version and the current Flowing Cloud Following Moon Sword Art.
The results of the comparison were staggering.
It was no exaggeration to say that the current sword art only retained about twenty percent of the original content. The remaining eighty percent had either been modified beyond recognition or replaced with completely unrelated things.
More importantly, the malice pointed out by the True Monarch was not simply attached to the surface of the sword art but was deeply embedded in its foundation like a parasite, seamlessly integrated with the altered moves.
To remove the malice, the sword art had to be restored first. To restore the sword art, he had to go to the Cloud Moon Sect to trace its origin.
...
The flying boat traveled for several days.
When the majestic sword mountain towering above the sea of clouds appeared in sight, a long-suppressed cheer rang out from the cabins.
They had arrived at the Wenjian Sect.
Upon returning to the sect, Shen Qianqiu did not delay and called for a small-scale summary meeting that same day.
The content of the meeting was simple: reporting the results of the competition and arranging follow-up matters.
When Shen Qianqiu officially announced that Gu Chengming had taken first place and received the Blood-Burning Breakthrough Pearl, and that Yu Wenqiu had taken second place, the elders and core disciples present all broke into applause.
The smile on Ren Wencai’s face almost overflowed, but he forced himself to maintain his elder’s dignity, only nodding repeatedly and saying the word “good” several times.
Yu Wenqiu sat in the corner, appearing calm and unruffled on the surface. An elder beside her whispered that she had truly done something extraordinary this time. Yu Wenqiu humbly replied that it was just good luck, but the joy in her eyes was unmistakable.
Yu Wenqiu even felt a sense of surrealism. Having performed so well in the competition and having her confession accepted, it could be called the highlight of her life. It was so perfect that it felt a bit unreal to her.
She felt a bit uneasy in her heart.
It was only when she was holding Little Gu that she felt more secure.
Mhm… I’ll go find him as soon as this is over! But will he think I’m being too clingy…
...
The meeting ended in a harmonious atmosphere.
The disciples gradually dispersed, and the elders left after exchanging a few words.
Yu Wenqiu originally wanted to find an excuse to stay and wait for Gu Chengming, but seeing Ren Wencai pulling him aside to ramble on, she knew he wouldn't be free for a while. She tactfully left first, planning to wash up before anything else.
—After all, she was covered in the dust of the journey; she couldn't meet him looking like this.
By the time Gu Chengming finally escaped his master’s machine-gun-like instructions, the sky had grown dark. The everlasting lamps of the sect lit up along the stone steps, illuminating the path back to the Back Mountain.
After the meeting, Gu Chengming returned to his small courtyard on the Back Mountain.
The moment he pushed open the door, the familiar scenery greeted him.
The stone table, the teapot, the osmanthus tree in the yard, and the simple wooden furniture inside. Everything was exactly as it was when he left, except for a thin layer of dust on the table and windowsills, silently measuring the time he had been away.
Gu Chengming set down his gear, did some light cleaning, then sat cross-legged on the bed and closed his eyes.
At this moment, many things were on his mind—the investigation of the Cloud Moon Sect, breaking through to the Fourth Realm, repairing the sword art, and the unresolved issue of the Longevity Sect. Any one of them was enough to keep him busy for a long time.
But before dealing with those things, he wanted to do something he had been wanting to do ever since he left the secret realm but hadn't found the right time for.
—Activate Hundred Bones Resonating of Love!
...
The scene shifted.
The moment Gu Chengming opened his eyes, he realized this place was completely different from his memory.
The dark-red desolation was gone. The oppressive iron-gray sky was gone, and the training ground that had once been pitted and scarred by countless clashes was gone too.
In its place was a wide, open field shrouded in silver-white moonlight.
The field was paved with silver-white spiritual runes, their patterns expansive and ancient, identical to those he had seen in the ruins of the Land of Nowhere. In the distance stood a half-formed palace, its silhouette blurry as if construction had only recently begun and then been put on hold after the framework was set.
A silver moon hung in the firmament.
Moonlight like water poured over the entire field, coating everything in a layer of soft silver-white.
There was no killing intent in the air, no sense of oppression—only the faint, high-pitched hum of the wind passing through the spiritual runes. Where the moonlight was thickest, a figure was walking toward him.
Her white hair shimmered with a silver glow in the moonlight.
The hem of her white training robes swayed gently in the breeze. Her pace was neither fast nor slow, her posture upright and her chin slightly tilted, as if she were maintaining the solemn dignity of a visiting Heavenly Emperor. But as she drew closer, her steps grew faster. The upright posture turned into an eager stride, then into a quick trot, and for the final few steps, she didn't even bother to pretend—she simply broke into a run.
Hundred Bones Resonating stopped three steps in front of him, nearly failing to brake in time.
“Emperor Gu, you’re finally here.”
The white-haired girl stood with her hands on her hips, her chin held high, her voice full of energy and majesty.
“This Emperor has been waiting for you for a long time—”
Then, looking at Gu Chengming, she visibly lost her composure and pounced on him like a little white dog.
Gu Chengming was knocked back half a step by the forceful embrace. The white-haired girl buried her face in his chest, her arms tightly circling his waist.
“I missed you, Emperor Gu.” Her voice came up muffled from his chest.
Gu Chengming thought to himself that she had always been by his side, but he still smiled and said, “I also—” Before he could finish, Hundred Bones Resonating lifted her head from his embrace, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him without hesitation.
It was forceful and filled with all her passion, like someone who had finally obtained a long-cherished treasure. Her first reaction wasn't to hold it carefully, but to throw her entire self at it.
Gu Chengming hadn't expected her to be so proactive.
—Though in hindsight, this was perfectly in character. After all, this Heavenly Emperor’s life creed had always been to take what she wanted directly with her fists.
Only this time, the method had changed from fists to lips.
When she pulled away, her face was filled with satisfaction.
“Hehe.”
She let out a triumphant laugh. This Emperor kissed him; this Emperor is amazing.
“Emperor Gu.”
“Hmm?”
“I like you more than anything in the world.”
After saying that, she was the first to laugh, her eyes curving like crescents and her white hair shining like silver in the moonlight.
Then she stood on her tiptoes again, her arms wrapping around his neck.
This time, it wasn't a sudden attack. She drew very close—close enough that their noses touched and their breaths mingled, and only his reflection remained in her pupils.
Then, she pinned him down.
—【CG/Hundred Bones Resonating of Love】
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