Chapter 370: Do You Not Love Me Anymore?
Tonight, the residence was as quiet as ever—its stillness stood in stark contrast to the clamor outside.
Luo Wusheng couldn't help but recall why he'd bought such a large house in the first place. Back then, he'd considered using it as a dormitory for his staff... But now, that seemed increasingly unnecessary.
The benefits at the Demon Artifact Pavilion were so generous that his employees had all become the type who didn't even come home at night. Especially after being "infected" by that patient zero Long Dahai, they were all taking shifts at Red Blossom Pavilion, seemingly having no intention of using the dorms.
As a result, Red Blossom Pavilion now had a steady stream of regular customers and was making a killing, while the dorms in his estate were practically abandoned.
(Those disciples from the Demon Sect were pretty easy to lure away, not that it's surprising. With all the rules in the Royal City, the most outrageous thing they can get away with is probably this…)
Not to mention that among those disciples were quite a few from the Joyful Lotus Domain, and many more who had the pleasure of bed activity before.
"Still, living this kind of indulgent life every night… Even for cultivators, wouldn't it wear them down eventually?"
In the cultivation world, there were plenty of such cautionary tales—male cultivators thinking their bodies could handle it, only to end up with broken pelvis and dry sacks.
Shaking his head, Luo Wusheng's gaze drifted again to the direction of the Demon Artifact Pavilion.
The faint glow of lanterns proved that some people were still pulling all-nighters there.
Among them, Song Zhong had turned out to be even more of a dangerous influence than Long Dahai—just two days in, and he'd already infected several new Artifact Refiners into walking the same self-destructive path.
Exhaling slowly, Luo Wusheng cast one last glance toward his Junior Sister's room, then headed toward his own.
He had just spent a short while in Bai Xiaoyao's room, informing her of his trip out of town tomorrow.
She was clearly interested in the nature of his "business," but once she learned he planned to go alone—and wouldn't even bring along Little Yuli—she didn't raise much objection.
Of course, the conversation wasn't that simple. Luo Wusheng had to spend some effort persuading her.
(Well, I wasn't lying—those forces under the Netherking are clearly hostile toward me, and since my Antediluvian Nether Eye has been inactive lately, I really wouldn't be able to protect them if I got ambushed.)
That reasoning satisfied Bai Xiaoyao, who promptly kicked him out and sealed off her room with a secret technique, claiming she needed to go into secluded cultivation for the night.
Thinking of his Junior Sister's serious little face, Luo Wusheng chuckled to himself and returned to his room.
Lighting the lanterns and sitting on the bed, he first picked up his messaging short sword.
[My dear Little Sister Yuli, are you training right now?]
He sent the message and waited—but no reply came immediately.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Looks like my hunch was right—she's in a meditative state that lowers her awareness of the outside world. Is she perhaps absorbing the Sword Ancestor's legacy?"
He had no idea what kind of overpowered cheat the main-character-provider had handed over this time, but just the ripple effects of her cultivation state had slightly disturbed even his near-perfected sword intent.
Because of that, after leaving Bai Xiaoyao's room, he didn't bother disturbing Yuli.
Thinking further, he set the messaging sword aside and stroked his chin.
He had just confirmed something new.
(The legend of Xiaofeng Mountain… really was fake.)
Upon returning to the Demon Artifact Pavilion, he had asked Old Wang to investigate the so-called Xiaofeng Mountain—well, technically it was Old Wang's girlfriend who did the actual digging.
The result: there was no such thing as the sacred chicken legend on that mountain.
"So, the intel in Bai Xiaoyao and Yuli's hands about Xiaofeng Mountain was deliberately planted…"
Another scheme is unfolding.
Luo Wusheng felt a bit conflicted—and also a little powerless.
There were probably only a handful of people capable of pulling off something like this.
Seriously, even his supposed allies had so many convoluted schemes. It was clear they had already known about the existence of the chicken Netherkin, and the overlapping space where the causal thread resided. Yet they still insisted on using this kind of roundabout way to guide him….
(Still, this does indirectly confirm my theory… Although I don't know why, all these shadowy bigwigs—whether enemies or allies—are clearly trying to avoid interacting with me directly.)
Only that white-haired loli was still bouncing around in front of him with reckless joy.
Considering what kind of technique that little loli has mastered, she's probably the only one who can do that.
After a moment of silent contemplation, Luo Wusheng's thoughts stirred—and the wooden sword beside him gave a light tremor.
He jolted upright like a lazy carp flipping out of water and picked up the messaging short sword.
A reply appeared before his eyes.
[Don't call me "Little Sister Yuli"!]
(She didn't deny being mine though…)
That random thought passed through Luo Wusheng's mind, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly.
[You see, my Junior Sister calls you "Sister Yuli," so me calling you "Little Sister Yuli" is completely normal, right?]
[Bai Xiaoyao is the little sister! I'm bigger than her! No wait— Ugh, anyway, you're not allowed to call me that!]
The sword fairy's reply was swift and quite intense—it was clear she really cared about the title.
[Alright then... I'll just go back to calling you Little Yuli, like before.]
Luo Wusheng backed off gracefully.
Not because her protests had any real effect, rather, it's because he had just suddenly remembered his dearest wife.
If he and Yuli started calling each other brother and sister… well, the generational titles would get all messed up.
[Hmph, it's good that you know your place.]
[—Wait! I never agreed to that name either… Whatever, just leave it as is.]
Two more messages came in quick succession, which clearly show that the sword fairy had resigned herself.
Imagining the beautiful little girl holding her wooden sword in surrender, Luo Wusheng almost let out a laugh. He barely managed to suppress it before focusing back on the actual issue.
[Were you in some meditation just now? Was it the Sword Ancestor's inheritance from the Sword Emperor's broken blade?]
[…Yes, but I'm not telling you what it is.]
What?
Luo Wusheng scratched his head.
He hadn't even tried to pry, after all, in this world, every cultivator knew the basic courtesy of not asking about another's fortune or encounters.
Grumbling a bit in his heart, he replied again.
[I wasn't trying to get the details. I just felt some resonance with my sword intent and mentioned it in passing.]
[I actually messaged you tonight to give you a heads-up—I'll be heading out tomorrow for a bit…]
———
Inside a serene room...
Lu Yuli stared at the wooden sword in her hand, her lips curling into a small pout.
He doesn't care what kind of legacy she received…
He doesn't care about her anymore...
Wait, could she really interpret it like that?
(No, no, what am I even thinking?!)
Shaking her little head furiously, the girl brought herself back to her senses and looked at the rest of the messages.
He's leaving again?
And this time by himself…
Was his spatial artifact not working?
Well, okay, that makes some sense.
And it's only for a day.
Besides, she also needs some time to absorb the Sword Ancestor's inheritance too...
While her thoughts churned, the sword fairy's gaze lingered on his final message:
[Alright, you keep training. I've got some things to take care of too…]
Seeing this line, Little Yuli felt like something was... off.
But what was it?
Ah, right.
She sent one more message to the Holy Saint
[…Haven't you gone several nights without telling me a bedtime story?]
Do you not love me anymore?
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