Chapter Seven of the Romantic Continent: Heart Under the Moon

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A mournful sigh startled Ye Tianlong, who was leaning against a willow tree, cross-legged in deep thought. He looked at the scabbard he held in his arms; the scabbard remained unchanged, simple and unadorned, while his clasped hands were already covered in sweat.

"It's still no use! Why is there no reaction at all?"

Ye Tianlong shook his head, somewhat unwillingly rising from under the willow tree, gently stroking the scabbard.

"Could it really be as Feng Wu said, that the fluttering petals were just a temporary illusion? Qin'er, tell me!"

Ever since the day Ye Tianlong inadvertently discovered the strange changes occurring in the scabbard he had obtained from Qingfeng Mountain, he had paid close attention to it, studying it whenever he had a spare moment. Soon, he discovered that when he channeled his power into the scabbard, a very familiar feeling would travel from the scabbard back to his body.

As he poured his mind into the sword sheath, he could even faintly sense Liu Qin'er's presence from it—an unimaginable thing, yet he seemed to truly feel Liu Qin'er's call emanating from it.

The more he focused his mind on the sheath, the stronger the message emanating from it became, as if the sheath was communicating with him telepathically, trying to tell him something.

But it could only go so far. No matter how hard Ye Tianlong tried, he couldn't obtain any more information, nor did the scene of petals fluttering down again appear.

This feeling tormented Ye Tianlong, as if Liu Qin'er was standing right in front of him, shrouded in a hazy mist, allowing him to sense her presence, to see her figure, but never to approach or touch her.

The more this happened, the less Ye Tianlong wanted to give up. He was determined to unravel the secret of the sheath as soon as possible, but things didn't go as planned. The more he persisted in unraveling its mysteries, the less he gained. In the past few days, the presence that seemed to be Liu Qin'er within the sheath gradually weakened, and the telepathic connection also gradually diminished.

Realizing this, Ye Tianlong worked even harder, fearing the sword sheath might suddenly lose its connection with him. Therefore, he needed to seize the time to comprehend the sheath's mysteries.

When Ye Tianlong announced that he would be meditating alone that evening, all the women, including Yu Fengwu, were greatly surprised. This was unimaginable, completely unlike Ye Tianlong's character. They wondered if something had gone wrong with him, or if he was joking.

Immediately, the banquet became lively, with the women chattering amongst themselves.

Facing inquiries from Princess Qian and Chen Yue, Ye Tianlong didn't say much, only that he wanted to properly understand some aspects of martial arts cultivation. Yu Fengwu and Long Ling'er, recovering from their initial surprise, nodded secretly, realizing that Ye Tianlong was concerned about Liu Qin'er and the sword sheath. They were surprised and deeply moved by the genuine feelings hidden in this man's heart.

After Ye Tianlong left, Chen Yue skillfully pressed Yu Fengwu for the reason, as she was very clever and could tell from Yu Fengwu and Long Ling'er's behavior that they already knew.

Princess Qian even asserted, "This guy must have taken a fancy to some girl and is planning to sneak away tonight to steal her away!" The women couldn't help but chuckle.

Seeing this, Yu Fengwu hesitated for a moment before telling the women present Ye Tianlong's secret. After listening, all the women at the table fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts.

Ye Tianlong sat quietly in his room for a long time, from the moon rising above the willow branches until it was almost zenith, but still without any results. Feeling utterly discouraged, he looked at the moonlight streaming in through the window, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He thought of trying his luck under the willow tree in the garden on such a moonlit night; perhaps he could unlock the secret of the sword sheath.

Without hesitation, he ran to the garden, found the largest willow tree, and sat cross-legged under the moonlight, calming his mind and focusing all his attention on the sword sheath. But to his disappointment, he failed again; after sitting for half a day, he still hadn't gained anything.

Just as he was lamenting to himself, the mournful sighs he had heard transformed into a faint, ethereal melody, lingering in the moonlit garden and evoking a sense of sorrow.

"What's going on? Who's in the garden at this hour?"

Unable to contain his curiosity, Ye Tianlong quietly made his way towards the source of the sound.

Following the winding path, Ye Tianlong arrived near a flower shed. Amidst the vibrant flowers, a woman draped in white gauze leaned against a pillar, holding a crystal-clear white jade flute. A gentle

night breeze blew, the moonlight was like water, the woman's fragrance was intoxicating, and her beautiful, graceful body was even more alluring. The light white gauze dress couldn't contain her myriad charms, and her reclining posture exuded a uniquely elegant and graceful femininity—the kind of poise and demeanor only a highly cultured noblewoman could display.

Moonlight enveloped her, adding a silvery glow, and a faint silver halo emanated from her.

At this moment, in this place, in this scene, Ye Tianlong felt as if he were in heaven, a fairy descended to earth. At first glance, a strange thought arose in his mind, almost believing that Liu Qin'er had sensed his call and appeared to meet him.

But upon closer inspection, this woman was completely different from Liu Qin'er; both her figure and temperament clearly told Ye Tianlong that she was someone else. Taking another step, Ye Tianlong recognized her from her back—she was Ning Su'nu.

Ning Su'nu, with her flute at her lips, was completely unaware of Ye Tianlong's approach, still immersed in the poignant music she was playing. The music was mournful and plaintive, seeping into the heart and drawing one into its world.

Ye Tianlong, who had initially intended to greet her, was gradually stirred by the music, his memories resurfacing. He walked somewhat aimlessly until he was a short distance behind her, then stopped quietly, listening intently to the music that had permeated his soul.

With Ning Sunu's gentle, lingering flute playing, many painful memories buried deep within his heart, things he had buried under his recollections, resurfaced. A wave of sorrow surged within him; he felt his heart tremble, his vision blur, and a bitter taste spread through his body.

The flute's mournful melody, like an evergreen vine, wrapped his soul in layers of sorrow. Ye Tianlong's heart swelled in the boundless ocean of his thoughts, and gradually, he understood Ning Sunu's flute music. It was Ning Sunu telling her story of misfortune, a heart that had been lonely and destitute since childhood.

Through his blurred vision, Ye Tianlong vaguely saw a little girl kneeling before her deceased parents in the snow, weeping bitterly—a heartbreaking scene too painful to bear. The scene shifted again; the little girl, sold into a brothel, endured inhuman training, severely punished for the slightest mistake. Even after being beaten, she had to put on a smiling face. Eventually, she became a prominent courtesan. But the prestige she enjoyed brought her no satisfaction or happiness, for she knew she was still a pitiful, adrift person in this world, helpless and alone. When her youth faded and her beauty withered, no one would remember her. When her appearance truly changed, the scorn of everyone made her experience the coldness of humanity once more. Finally, her life stabilized, and she no longer needed to shock the world, but the loneliness and uncertainty in her heart remained an unending pain.

The flute's mournful melody seemed to be asking on behalf of its owner: "Where in this world is my true home?"

When the song ended, Ning Su Nu was already in tears, and Ye Tian Long could not hold back his sorrow either, tears welling up in his eyes without him realizing it.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the peach trees opposite, seemingly past their prime or perhaps moved by Ning Su Nu's music, could no longer hold their branches. Thousands upon thousands of petals rose into the air, swirling and dancing freely, drifting lightly.

The wind stirred Ning Su Nu's light gauze robes, making her appear oblivious to her surroundings, as if pouring out her life's story and whispers in a curtain of petals.

The wind stopped, the flowers fell silent. Standing on the path strewn with fallen petals, Ye Tianlong felt a profound emptiness, only his tears slowly sliding down his face, dripping onto the scabbard of his sword. A faint light began to appear on the scabbard, slowly spreading and merging into the boundless moonlight.

With a soft sigh, Ning Su Nu slowly turned around, and Ye Tianlong's figure came into view. Her delicate body trembled violently, and she quickly raised her sleeve to wipe away the tears on her face.

"My lord, Ning Su Nu was just feeling sentimental, and I'm afraid I've made you laugh..."

Ye Tianlong slowly shook his head, looking at the woman who had touched his heart, and said firmly, "From now on, you will no longer feel lonely and helpless. This is your home, and I will protect you well!"

Ning Su Nu was stunned. She could deeply feel a kind of genuine affection in Ye Tianlong's words. It was a very strange feeling. At this moment, she seemed to be able to see Ye Tianlong's heart and touch the tenderness emanating from his heart, warmly penetrating her heart.

In the past few days, Yu Fengwu and Chen Yue had tried every possible method to restore Ning Su Nu's appearance, but the demonic spirit occupying Ning Su Nu possessed powerful spiritual and magical strength, causing their efforts to fail time and time again.

This result made Ning Su Nu feel somewhat desperate. Was she destined to show herself with this terrible appearance for the rest of her life? If she had been born with such a ghostly appearance, perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad. Ning Su'er, however, had once possessed unparalleled beauty, a contrast that most people couldn't bear.

In the dead of night, she often wept secretly for her appearance. Although Yu Fengwu and the others were kind to her now, being between them was an unimaginable feeling.

She never imagined that her heartfelt words, conveyed through her flute, would be heard by Ye Tianlong, and that he would understand them so deeply. This man actually wept for her and opened his heart to her, offering a strange comfort to her lonely soul. In that instant, she felt an unspeakable resonance between their souls.

Only at this moment did Ning Su'er truly examine Ye Tianlong closely, realizing that he was completely different from the lecherous man she knew, and entirely unlike any other man she had ever met. She couldn't help but feel confused; was she still dreaming?

A gentle breeze stirred, and Ye Tianlong noticed Ning Su's delicate body tremble slightly. Feeling a pang of tenderness, he removed his outer garment and draped it over her shoulders.

"The night is deep and the dew is cold; be careful not to catch a cold."

Ning Su suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable weakness. Her body went limp, and she leaned against Ye Tianlong's chest, tears silently streaming down her face.

Against his strong chest, she felt the warmth and security of his embrace.

Feeling the coolness on his own chest, Ye Tianlong felt a pang of sorrow. He could imagine the bitterness in the heart of the beautiful woman in his arms, the misfortune of her life.

He let Ning Su vent her emotions, simply holding her tightly in his arms, offering her silent support and protection. Strangely enough, holding such a beautiful woman, Ye Tianlong felt no lust for the first time; only the desire to protect and comfort her.

After a long while, Ning Su's shoulders finally stopped trembling. She slowly raised her face, her mottled tears contrasting sharply with her grotesque, ghostly face, making her look utterly terrifying. Ning Su's face was now extremely frightening, yet her bright eyes and delicate, flower-like lips remained unchanged, still as beautiful and captivating as ever. This contrast made her appearance even more horrifying, but at this moment, Ye Tianlong felt even more pity for her. Why was fate so unfair to her?

"Am I ugly? Am I terrifying?" Ning Su murmured, her eyes dim.

Ye Tianlong gazed at Ning Su in his arms with pity and affection; her tearful eyes were still so beautiful and captivating. He said softly, "In my eyes, you are still the same stunningly beautiful woman, worthy of any man's cherishing and love."

Ning Su Nu reached out, her flawless, jade-like hands touching Ye Tian Long's face, her delicate fingers gently wiping away the remaining tear stains.

"I will always remember this moment, remember this taste, because these are the tears you shed for me..."

She slowly placed her slender fingers into her mouth, closed her eyes, and licked them deeply, whispering softly.

A surge of unbelievable impulse welled up within him, and Ye Tian Long suddenly embraced her tightly, pressing his lips forcefully against her delicate, petal-like cherry lips.

"Mmm..."

Ning Su Nu hesitated for a moment, then immediately responded passionately. Their lips and tongues met, their passion irrepressible. Her small, fragrant tongue was smooth and nimble, responding to Ye Tian Long's actions, entwining, pressing, and cooperating perfectly, making Ye Tian Long's passion even greater.

After a long pause, Ning Su'er, panting, pushed Ye Tianlong away, her expression complex, and said, "My lord, I..."

Ye Tianlong raised a finger to her lips, preventing her from saying the rest of her words.

"Don't overthink it, just feel with your heart, trust me!" Sincere emotions flowed from Ye Tianlong's eyes as he gently enveloped Ning Su'er. "Alright, go get a good night's sleep now. Tomorrow will be a brand new day. Come, let me take you home."

Ning Su'er met his gaze, suddenly hesitated, and hugged him tightly, whispering, "Thank you... thank you..."

He instinctively held Ning Su'er tighter, gently and tenderly kissing her silky hair.

A moment later, Ning Su'er suddenly struggled and jumped up, her bright eyes sparkling: "Don't take me home, let me stay in my dreams a little longer..."

Watching Ning Su'er's clothes flutter as she walked away, Ye Tianlong felt a warm and sweet feeling in his heart. Being able to warm her lonely heart with his love made him very happy. This feeling was something he had never experienced before.

Ning Su's figure had completely disappeared through the garden gate, but Ye Tianlong remained standing, his mind still immersed in a wondrous sensation. The world before him seemed to have become even more beautiful, full of life and vitality. Everything felt so wonderful, and his heart was filled with joy.

After quietly enjoying this moment for a while, his gaze occasionally fell upon the sword sheath to the side, and he suddenly remembered that his goal for today was to comprehend the secrets of the sword sheath. He couldn't help but murmur to himself, "Qin'er, you won't blame me, will you?"

Strangely enough, although he hadn't comprehended the secrets of the sword sheath today, Ye Tianlong no longer felt the anxiety and unease he usually had. His usual fear of losing the sword sheath had completely vanished, and his heart was empty and peaceful, like a clear, still mirror, filled with a serene and warm feeling.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation emanated from the sword sheath and entered his heart. Startled, Ye Tianlong looked down and realized that the sword sheath had become extremely bright and was gradually becoming hot to the touch.

"This is..." Ye Tianlong's heart trembled suddenly, and he hurriedly focused all his attention on the sword sheath.

In an instant, the sword sheath in his hand shone brightly, and seven-colored rays of light poured out from the sword sheath, flowing around it continuously.

The sudden increase in temperature made it impossible for Ye Tianlong to hold the scabbard. Just as he was about to muster all his strength to resist the heat from the scabbard, an incredibly powerful force erupted from it. With a "snap!" his hand felt as if it had been struck by a powerful, scorching electric current, and his fingers instantly loosened, causing the scabbard to fall to the ground.

"Damn it!" he thought to himself, bending down to reach for the scabbard. An unbelievable thing happened beside him.

A warm, fragrant breeze gently caressed his face, like orchids and musk, yet neither, seeping from his nose into his heart, making him feel incredibly comfortable. The fallen petals on the ground began to slowly dance in the air, and amidst the colorful petals, the shimmering scabbard slowly rose.

Ye Tianlong's body trembled; he could hardly believe his eyes. He quickly rubbed them, and then colorful petals appeared in the air, fluttering and swirling gently. In an instant, colorful petals fluttered around Ye Tianlong, peach blossoms and cherry blossoms in full bloom, like fireworks in the air.

A flash of bright light made Ye Tianlong, who was standing there stunned, feel a blur before his eyes. When he could see clearly again, he could no longer stand. All the strength in his body seemed to have vanished in that instant, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground.

A hazy figure slowly appeared in the beautiful rain of petals, falling like snowflakes. She walked out slowly, her bare jade feet seeming to tread on fluttering petals. Her exquisite toes were like the finest crystal, emitting a dazzling seven-colored light. Her arches were perfectly proportioned, slender and fair, as if they had never been touched by the mortal world.

Ye Tianlong wanted to speak, wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something. He even felt dizzy, so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

"My love, I can finally see you again..."

A sweet, clear voice, like heavenly music, reached Ye Tianlong's ears. He slowly raised his head, looking up at the woman standing before him with perfect clarity.

Long, slender legs, a delicate waist, full breasts, translucent skin, and a beautiful, naturally rosy complexion, sparkling and flawless. Her arched eyebrows, bright black eyes, a nose sculpted like a master craftsman's, and the graceful curve of her lips—all these elements combined to form the image of a beautiful woman deeply imprinted in Ye Tianlong's heart. She was Liu Qin'er!

Although her body was completely naked, her snow-white, frost-defying form standing unmasked amidst the rain of petals, as voluptuous as a beauty in a bath, her face radiated a holy glow and noble elegance, inspiring no impiety whatsoever, and even a glance would feel sinful.

"Qin'er! Qin'er!..."

Ye Tianlong felt his heart was about to burst with joy. He trembled as he reached out his hand, calling out that familiar name a thousand times in his heart, believing he was using all his strength to call it out, but in reality, the sound only rolled in his throat, finally escaping as a trembling, almost hoarse voice.

The rain of petals that had been dancing in the air gradually subsided, colorful fallen petals covering their surroundings, the fragrance flowing through the space becoming increasingly intoxicating, making them feel as if in a dream.

Liu Qin'er slowly stretched out her hands, a sweet smile appearing on her face, her cherry lips parting slightly, uttering a voice as beautiful as heaven.

"Don't you welcome me back, Tianlong!"

Suddenly springing up from the ground, Ye Tianlong opened his arms and hugged Liu Qin'er tightly in his embrace, as if afraid that if he let go, Liu Qin'er would disappear from his sight.

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