[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 8] Chapter 9

Chapter Nine: The Fiery Dragon
No, not an acquaintance, at most a familiar face. The Nine-Tailed Monkey King squatted there, staring straight at Yang Cun,

making no move.
Considering the Monkey King's power, Yang Cun decided to dismount and

walk, to avoid disturbing it. If it were to swing its claws at him, it wouldn't be a joke.
Dismounting and handing over the reins, letting the horse walk on its own, Yang Cun then considered how to send a message inside so that Granny Liu could

send the Monkey King in. However, before he could make any move, the Monkey King gave him an extremely arrogant glance, then

turned and slowly walked away.
Yang Cun wasn't angry at that disregard. He knew that the world was vast and

full of powerful spiritual beings; a mere human couldn't possibly look down upon the world with such arrogance. Bullying the weak

wasn't necessary, but respect for the strong was essential—it directly affected whether he could live a few more years.
Poor thing, the blood of the Yang family still flowed in his veins; if Yang Shu knew of these thoughts, who knew

what would happen?
Grandma Liu was lying under a tree in the courtyard. Gao Lianxin sat beside her, seemingly listening to

something , tears streaming down her face, a pitiful sight. Hearing someone enter, Gao Lianxin quickly wiped away

her tears and turned her head. Seeing Yang Cun's tall figure, her eyes lit up.
"Greetings, sir. This old woman greets you," Grandma Liu said with a smile as she rose to greet Yang Cun. She

seemed to be in good spirits and bent down to offer her greeting.
Yang Cun had always been both curious and respectful about Grandma Liu's background. He

felt , and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. Remembering the forceful slap Grandma Liu had given him last time,

he dared not be presumptuous and quickly said, "Grandma, there's no need for such formality. It should be the younger generation bowing to you." Then he winked at

Gao Lianxin beside him.
Gao Lianxin understood his meaning. Her eyes reddened as she helped Grandma Liu to her feet, preventing her from truly bowing.

She said, "Grandma, if you insist on doing this at your age, it might make the Duke even more uncomfortable."
Grandma Liu chuckled, no longer forcing the issue. Her gaze towards Yang Cun held approval. She said, "

Alright , since the Duke has shown such great kindness, I won't keep bowing to him. I suppose the Duke didn't come here just to

visit this old woman?" As she spoke, she glanced intentionally at Gao Lianxin's face.
"Grandma…" Gao Lianxin's pretty face flushed instantly. She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Yang Cun, only pouting

and protesting. This earned her another knowing smile from Grandma Liu.
Yes, his intentions were indeed impure, but being pointed out by an old woman made Yang Cun somewhat

embarrassed He coughed awkwardly twice before saying, "Grandma is so perceptive, she could tell right away. I'll be frank,

I came to see Long Chi, and of course, to see you too."
Hearing that he had come for Long Chi, Gao Lianxin was startled and subconsciously looked up.

After receiving a meaningful look from Yang Cun, she lowered her head again, her face flushed.
"Oh, Long Chi," Grandma Liu smiled kindly, "He's here, messing around with his

treasures Should I go and call him out, or..."
"No need to trouble you, Grandma, I'll go myself," Yang Cun said respectfully, nodding to Grandma Liu

as a farewell.
"Hmm, that's fine." Grandma Liu said, sitting back in her chair and continuing to close her eyes to rest.
In the instant they brushed past each other, Yang Cun's hand reached out and pinched Gao Lianxin's buttocks. Gao Lianxin was startled and opened her mouth

to scream, but remembering that Grandma Liu was present, she had to hold back and glared at him fiercely.
A smug smile crept across Yang Cun
's face as he hummed a tune and headed towards Long Chi's room in the backyard. It was unexpected that Long Chi would stay here so peacefully and not cause trouble.
He figured Grandma Liu's teachings were effective in keeping this troublesome Long Chi in check.
Opening the door, he found Long Chi with his back to him, fiddling with something, unaware of his presence. Yang Cun, mischievous, raised

a hand to strike, wanting to see if Long Chi could dodge. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt

his internal energy had improved recently and really wanted to test it.
His hand swung out, but before it could reach Long Chi's back, Long Chi suddenly turned around, saw Yang Cun, and

opened his mouth wide in surprise. When Yang Cun saw what Long Chi was holding, he broke out in a cold sweat.

He quickly withdrew his hand, but even so, he almost got bitten.
It was a small, bright red snake, its alluring color and cold, menacing eyes clearly indicating it

was not to be trifled with. Nature is wondrous; often, the more vibrant the plants and animals, the greater their danger. This little snake, though

only as thick as a little finger, is undoubtedly highly venomous.
"My lord, what brings you here?"
Ignoring Long Chi's question, Yang Cun pointed to the bright red snake in his hand and asked, "

What is this? It's poisonous, isn't it?"
At this, Long Chi's eyes gleamed with a strange fervor. He waved his hand boastfully, saying, "My lord, you are wise

. This is a Flame Dragon. Not only is it poisonous, it's absolutely lethal upon contact with blood."
Yang Cun, seeing this, was speechless. Perhaps nothing in this world could pique the interest of this

oddball . However, he was unfamiliar with this thing called a Flame Dragon, and his curiosity piqued, he examined it closely

.
Seeing his interest, Long Chi proudly praised it, as if showing off his clever, talented, and virtuous

son.
"You don't know, there's a type of snake that's extremely yang, living its entire life in extremely high temperatures. Its survival

conditions are incredibly demanding, and almost none can grow to this size. However, if it does grow to maturity, it's a rare spiritual creature.

This one happens to be one, hence its name, Flame Dragon."
"Flame Dragon? A spiritual creature?" Yang Cun's first thought was of the Nine-Tailed Monkey King. He asked, "You said it's already

sentient , so does it understand human speech?" If that's true, it's truly a treasure.
Long Chi shook his head with a wry smile, saying, "There are many spiritual creatures in the world, but few can truly tame them.

Not only do you need certain abilities, but you also need extraordinary skills. I don't have that ability yet."
"Oh," Yang Cun nodded, indicating he understood, and teased, "Is there any

poisonous creature in this world that you can't handle? You didn't catch it just to kill it and make poison, did you?"
Such things are hard to say for others, but for the enigmatic Long Chi, it's a different story.
"Sigh, I really had no choice. Do you think I'd be capable of such a good thing?" He stared regretfully at the creature in his hand.

The little snake, docile and motionless but with a vicious and cold gaze, made Long Chi's expression as if he were about to cut off his own flesh. He continued

, "What a pity for such a good thing. It would be a waste if it died like this."
"Hehe, not necessarily. You're so interested in poison, it's making the most of it in your hands." Yang Cun, who wasn't interested in

poison , hadn't expected Long Chi to be so genuinely distressed

. He spoke in a half-joking, half-serious tone.
After sighing several times, Long Chi hesitated for a long time, looking at the little snake in his hand, before carefully putting it into a

small bag made of the skin of some unknown animal.
"What?" Yang Cun was still puzzled by his actions. Wasn't he going to kill it to get the poison?
"Wait a little longer, let me think about it."
If Yang Cun hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have believed that he could see such a distressed expression on Long Chi's face.

Even though it looked so incongruous. Long Chi, however, seemed to remember something. He carefully placed the bag away and looked up,

asking, "You didn't come here just to chat, did you?"
"What do you think?" Yang Cun retorted coolly, thinking to himself: If I had that kind of free time, would I be here with you?

Any beauty would be a hundred times better than you. But when the topic turned to something else, he couldn't help but ask with a serious expression,

"Have you studied the poison of that medicinal corpse? How was it?"
"I guessed you came for that." Long Chi looked knowing, clapped his hands, and sat down to drink tea. He took

a sip, then remembered something inappropriate and poured Yang Cun a cup as well. However, Yang Cun didn't take it when he handed it to him.
What a joke! His hands had just handled poison; he didn't know what would happen if he drank it. Did he think everyone was

like him? He wasn't ready to die yet.
"Coward." Long Chi gave a subtle but undisguised look of disdain.
With business at hand, Yang Cun decided to set aside the matter for now and simply asked, "Is there a way to break this poison?"
Long Chi slowly shook his head, his resentment quite evident. He said, "The person who poisoned me is too despicable

. The spiritual creature that produces this kind of poison is truly hard to find, and the antidote isn't something an ordinary person can concoct."
Yang Cun was taken aback, not expecting this outcome—a poison even Long Chi couldn't cure… He then asked,

"Is the spiritual creature from which the poison originated a Flame Dragon?"
"Ah?" Long Chi was surprised, then said seriously, "No. Flame Dragons are rare; where would we find so many

to use for making poison?"
"So you intend to use the Flame Dragon's poison to fight poison with poison?" Yang Cun

seemed . Yang Cun felt a bit of admiration. As the court's most wanted criminal, everyone said Long Chi was utterly wicked,

but now it seemed he was far superior to those hypocritical villains. And that was probably why he, knowing

it was a risk, still befriended him.
"Sort of, but not quite." Long Chi's expression was a little unnatural, with a deliberate blush. While others

wanted the whole world to know when they did a good deed, he preferred to remain an anonymous good Samaritan. However, whenever the topic of

the poisoned corpse came up, Long Chi was filled with righteous indignation, gritting his teeth as he said, "Those villains are despicable! They actually tried to use me

to harm people . If we just let them succeed, wouldn't that make me, Long Chi, seem easy to bully?"
Long Chi's eyes, which seemed to spit fire, moved Yang Cun. But remembering his awkwardness, she decided

to provoke him, laughing, "You claim to be an ally of poison, yet you can't even cure it, let alone figure out its source

..."
What was meant as a casual remark actually angered Long Chi. He glared at Yang Cun and coldly retorted,

"How do you know I can't cure it? It's just that the necessary herbs are rare. If it were just you, I could easily cure you

, but if there are hundreds or thousands, it's a different story."
These words filled Yang Cun with shame, and he quickly said, "Alright, alright, I was just saying,

why are you so upset?"
"Who's upset?" Long Chi stubbornly persisted, staring intently at a certain spot, saying, "Don't mention this to me, it's bothering me."
"What's bothering you?" Only after asking did Yang Cun realize that the medicinal corpse he had created had been used by someone else, and he was now

bearing the infamy. Anyone would be furious in that situation.
As expected, Long Chi looked quite annoyed, staring intently at Yang Cun, yet not really looking at him. It was impossible to tell

what he was thinking. He said impatiently, "Have you found out who's behind feeding the poisoned corpse?"
Mentioning this, Yang Cun felt ashamed. Although he had long guessed who it might be, without concrete evidence,

he could only laugh it off, saying, "Not yet. That person is very cunning and difficult to investigate."
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Chi looked at him strangely and smiled cryptically, "You're good at making excuses, why not

just say it outright?"
To have managed to evade the court's investigation for so many years was no small feat, especially since he possessed the secret of Prince

Ding, Zhao Yuanming's "armory." Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, Yang Cun could only smile bitterly, "There's no concrete

evidence yet. But I'm curious, what exactly did Zhao Yuanming do to you? Why did you have to create this poisoned corpse to disrupt Hangzhou?"

If there were no poisoned corpse, there would be no poisoning incident. Even if they did rebel, being in Hangzhou, Jiangnan,

would lessen his worries. Now, things are really messed up, and it's hard to pinpoint exactly who's to blame.
This topic led Yang Cun to believe he'd hear another story about Long Chi and Prince Zhao Yuanming, like the Gao family massacre

. He wasn't particularly interested in prying into other people's private lives, but he was just curious.
How could a Gu Master from Miao territory be connected to a prince of the Great Hua Kingdom?
Long Chi's face instantly turned ashen. With a sudden burst of strength, the cup in his hand shattered, but he didn't throw it away, only

gripping it tighter. Yang Cun watched as blood seeped from his palm, momentarily stunned.
Such hatred must be irreconcilable, right? Yang Cun regretted bringing it up. He opened his mouth to say something

, but there was a knock on the door. Gao Lianxin's voice sounded outside: "My lord, Young Master Long, I've made

tea . Would you like some?"
"Oh, come in," Yang Cun replied, turning to look at Long Chi. He noticed his complexion had returned to normal,

but the coldness in his eyes remained.
Gao Lianxin didn't know what they were talking about, only that the atmosphere in the room was strange. She didn't dare say anything more, put

down the tea, glanced at Yang Cun, and, knowing a woman shouldn't linger, asked as she was about to leave, "

Does the master intend to dine here today? Lianxin will prepare."
"Yes, sir." Yang Cun nodded, but restrained himself from pulling the elegant and beautiful

Gao Lianxin into his arms because of Long Chi's presence, and asked, "Where is Madam?"
"Grandma is asleep. She asked me to entertain you... What would you like to eat, Lord? Lianxin, please make it."
"She's already asleep?" There were some things she wanted to ask her, but perhaps she didn't want to see him

alone because she suspected something, so she couldn't force her.
"Lord... is something the matter?" Yang Cun's unusual behavior caught Gao Lianxin's attention.
He picked up his teacup, opened the lid, breathed on it, took a sip, and then relaxed his furrowed brow,

saying, "Nothing much. Make whatever you like, as long as it's enough to fill your stomach." He wasn't picky about food.
Knowing that this was a way of keeping things from him, Gao Lianxin knew her limits and nodded as she left, saying, "Okay, I'll go prepare."

After Gao Lianxin closed the door and left, Yang Cun turned around and met Long Chi's thoughtful gaze. He asked in surprise, "

What's wrong?"
In an instant, Long Chi's expression returned to normal. He gave a self-deprecating smile and said, "Nothing. Don't force me .

When the time comes, I will tell you everything, without missing a single word. As for the matter of the medicinal corpse, it started because of me, and I will

do my utmost."
"Hmm, that's good." He never dared to underestimate Long Chi. After a moment's thought, Yang Cun still felt

he should let him know about the current turbulent situation. Although it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn't take advantage of the chaos to do something troublesome,

his help would be indispensable in crucial moments.
"To be honest, I didn't come here just for the matter of the medicinal corpse." Yang Cun took a sip of tea, waited for

Long Chi to look at him, and continued, "The Crown Prince of the Great Hua Kingdom has passed away." "
Passed away" was just a euphemism. They couldn't very well announce to the world that the future emperor of the Great Hua Kingdom had been poisoned, could they?

This was a matter of royal face. The royal family had plenty of such scandals, and plenty of ways to suppress them

. It was all about the struggle for the throne; no one cared about a life that wasn't entirely innocent, even if

that life was precious.
"Died of illness? So what if he died? What does that have to do with me?" Whenever a topic unrelated to him came up, Long Chi seemed

absent-minded , his tone becoming much coarser as he muttered discontentedly. He was about to drink the tea that Gao Lianxin had brewed when he

suddenly stopped, looking at Yang Cun's meaningful smile as if he understood something, and tentatively asked, "You mean

..."
"I didn't say anything." Yang Cun raised an eyebrow. He had only mentioned the news of the Crown Prince's death, and he believed that this news would

soon be announced to the world. However, he still admired Long Chi's ability to analyze things. No wonder

he had been able to deal with the Shuntian Prefecture for so many years; compared to the officials in the court who just drew salaries without doing any work, he was far superior,

immediately finding the information he wanted.
"Hahahahahahaha... Zhao Yuanming, you finally couldn't wait any longer? Good, you've got guts. This time, I

'll definitely 'help' you achieve your great goal, hahahahaha..."
Long Chi's sudden madness made Yang Cun's mouth twitch. This guy wanted to remind him that now was not the time to interfere, but

he had already gone mad. He had a bit of a headache, not understanding why someone's rebellion made him so happy?

It was like hearing that the dead person was Zhao Yuanming. Shaking his head speechlessly, knowing that even if he said something now, he probably wouldn't

listen , Yang Cun went out first.
There was no rush, anyway, he was going to stay here tonight.
He originally planned to flirt with Gao Lianxin to pave the way for tonight's lovemaking, but after stepping out of the room, he saw

the cliff and walked over.
Long Chi's room was in the backyard, not adjacent to the main courtyard, and some distance away, so he could see

the cliff as soon as he stepped out. He thought this arrangement was because of the separation of men and women, but it was still novel to have a man stay in the backyard. Fortunately,

Longchi was a straightforward person, and given his respect for Grandma Liu, he would surely be happy to live in the backyard.
The cliff at the back of the mountain was shrouded in mist. It seemed he had never seen the mist clear here before; looking down, all he could see

was a blur, its depth unknown. Yang Cun recalled the suspension bridge, the mountain peaks, and Grandma Liu's

strange words from that day.
Did that bridge even exist? Based on his memory of that day, Yang Cun tentatively took a step on the edge of the cliff

. Just then, a gust of wind blew, dispersing the mist. Yang Cun was immediately terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat and retreating hastily: "Damn,

where is this place?"
The mist was blown away, and his vision was unobstructed; looking down, he could see nothing but darkness. He didn't know how far his gaze could

reach , but at this height, a person falling would surely be smashed to pieces.

Even though the mountain peaks on the opposite bank were faintly visible, Yang Cun suppressed his curiosity. Grandma Liu said he wasn't destined for this place; perhaps

he really wasn't.
"My lord, what are you doing here?" Lost in thought, Yang Cun heard a melodious voice. Turning around,

he saw Gao Lianxin standing behind him, a basket in her arm.
"Oh, I was just looking around. Lianxin, where are you going?" With a basket, she was clearly going

out , but she was in the backyard… Could it be…?
Gao Lianxin smiled and said, "I'm going to pick some wild vegetables. Would you like to come with me, my lord?"
The beauty's every move was captivating, but Yang Cun's heart pounded

because of Gao Lianxin's words. He asked doubtfully, "Go? Where to?"
"Look, it's right across the way. That mountain is a treasure trove; it has medicinal herbs, wild vegetables, everything." Gao Lianxin said

casually.
"You… how are you going to get there?" Yang Cun's breathing tightened.
"Of course, we go across the bridge," Gao Lianxin smiled, pointing to the horizon. "There

's a bridge over there, can't you see it, Your Excellency?"
This time, Yang Cun's expression was incredibly serious. He slowly shook his head and said, "I can't see it."
"Ah?" Gao Lianxin exclaimed in surprise, then added thoughtfully, "Right, Grandma said not

everyone can see it, just like Young Master Long can't." She added with a hint of regret, "It's really

beautiful over there, it's a pity Your Excellency..."
Hearing this, Yang Cun understood. There are countless beautiful sights in the world, but not everyone can see them everywhere.

Just like his own legendary time-travel experience, not everyone is fortunate enough to experience it, right? Smiling at Gao Lianxin, Yang

Cun nodded and said, "Go ahead, I'll wait for you here."
Only after saying this did he realize that "I'll wait for you here" sounded like a vow, a promise? He considered

adding "forever," but felt it would be too sentimental.
Oh well, he'd save those sweet nothings for their bedroom. After all, they had plenty of time,

didn't they? hey-hey……
"Then, Lianxin will be back soon." Glancing reluctantly at Yang Cun, Gao Lianxin

stepped onto the bridge—a bridge that many perceived as nonexistent—under Yang Cun's complex gaze. Gao Lianxin walked steadily on it, yet to onlookers,

it seemed as if she were walking on air. Even Yang Cun, who knew the reason, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Only when Gao Lianxin returned with a basket full of wild vegetables did Yang Cun's heart finally settle. The moment

Gao Lianxin's feet touched solid ground, Yang Cun immediately went to her and grasped her hand tightly in his palm.
"My lord, what's wrong?" Gao Lianxin asked, puzzled.
"Lianxin, I want to hold your hand like this for the rest of my life." Pulling Gao Lianxin into his arms, Yang Cun

didn't say anything, but watching her step onto the bridge, he had a strange feeling of losing her.
Gao Lianxin trembled, her eyes filled with deep affection as she looked up and said, "Since you treat me so well, I will dedicate my

life to you."
"You said it yourself," Yang Cun said with a wicked smile, reverting to his usual carefree manner, and leaned down to kiss Gao

Lianxin's lips.
The moonlight was bright and clear. Standing alone under the moonlight, listening to the sound of running water coming from Gao Lianxin's room, Yang Cun

felt an itch in his heart, like a tiny hand scratching at him. He wanted to go in and have a romantic bath with her,

but considering Gao Lianxin's shyness and reserve, especially since Grandma Liu lived next door, an elderly woman who didn't sleep well

and might still be awake, he felt embarrassed to be too presumptuous and had to give up. He thought that after Gao Lianxin finished bathing, he

would find an opportunity to sneak into her room.
He couldn't forget the scene of their last outdoor encounter, and the thought made him restless. Tonight, he was determined to

reward his body, which had been aroused by Lan Yue, for its unsatisfied desire. Yang Cun was excited at the thought, but the moment he took a step, he

froze.
A tingling sensation inexplicably rose from his calf, followed by a cool feeling. But it was

n't just a simple coolness; it seemed to carry an indescribable heat.
It was a very contradictory feeling. Ignoring what was happening, Yang Cun saw the snake swaying its small

head .
Its colors were vibrant and luscious, and its large, beady eyes were full of life, revealing a blatant greed in Yang Cun's eyes.

The Flame Dragon… Long Chi said its venom was lethal upon contact with blood… lethal upon contact with blood… the feeling he just felt must have been from being bitten.

Thinking that he might die from bleeding from all seven orifices in the next second, Yang Cun's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
No matter what, he was a dignified Fourth-Rank Dan expert; to be so easily frightened was truly… but facing a

life- situation, it would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid. Reaching out, Yang Cun found his hand trembling violently. The thought that he might die

in the next second fueled his rage. He formed a hand seal and channeled his energy,

unleashing a golden, lightning-like attack.
This was the first time a golden beam had appeared in Yang Cun's attacks; usually, it was white.

However, in his terrified state, Yang Cun didn't notice this change. Looking closely, he

saw the little snake, seemingly understanding his intentions, vanish in a flash. The attacks landed on the stone table and chairs in the courtyard with a deafening roar, scattering

stone fragments everywhere.
In that final moment, whether it was his imagination or not, Yang Cun saw the Flame Dragon smile at him.
What was it like for a snake to smile at a person? Yang Cun didn't understand, but the smile was undeniably there.
The deafening roar echoed through the courtyard, and the first person to be startled was Long Chi. He ran while yelling,

"What are you doing, going crazy in the middle of the night? Do you think my master's things can be destroyed so easily?

How are you going to compensate me...?"
Ever since this old man started following Granny Liu, he'd become unusually obedient and fiercely protective of her, constantly referring to

her as "Master," incredibly respectful.
Reaching a few steps from Yang Cun, Long Chi saw Yang Cun sitting on the ground looking rather strange. Knowing better than to speak,

he shut his mouth asked, "What's wrong?"
At this moment, Gao Lianxin also came out, her hair still wet but dressed neatly. She knelt down to check on Yang

Cun, hurriedly saying, "My lord, what's wrong?"
The scene from earlier replayed in his mind. After a moment of confusion, Yang Cun began to break out in a cold sweat. He'd been too tense;

he'd forgotten to be careful of the deadly poison. How had he given him so much time?
Frowning at Yang Cun's still-shaken face, Long Chi couldn't figure it out after a long while. He was a little

displeased and said, "If you're itching to practice, go outside. We need to rest."
This remark ignited

Yang

Cun's anger, making him furious. If it weren't for your idle whims in bringing a poisonous creature and then being unwilling to kill it, would I be in this situation? Being so pathetic in front of a beautiful woman is more than just losing face. Staring intently at Long Chi, Yang Cun spoke lightly, "I was bitten by a Flame Dragon." "
What did you say?" Long Chi's nonchalant attitude vanished, replaced by a look of shock and anger. He lunged forward and

knelt before Yang Cun, saying, "Where? Let me see."
After checking Yang Cun and finding him unharmed, Gao Lianxin relaxed, but hearing Long Chi's urgent and solemn tone,

her heart skipped a beat, and she panicked.
Bending down, her back stiff, Yang Cun awkwardly untied his shoes and socks. Seeing this, Gao

Lianxin disregarded her public image and quickly reached out to help him.
Taking off his boots, unbuttoning his socks, and rolling up his trousers, Yang Cun froze.
There were no marks among his sparse leg hair; he looked exactly the same as usual.
"How could this be? I clearly felt bitten just now..." Yang Cun exclaimed in surprise, finding it

hard to believe . He didn't think the feeling of being bitten by a snake was just his imagination.
After carefully examining Yang Cun's complexion and taking his pulse, Long Chi was still uneasy. He ran back to his room, retrieved a lamp,

and examined him closely.
Everything was normal, except for a slightly pale complexion, probably from being frightened; there was nothing else unusual.

Relieved , Long Chi's dark face darkened even further. Staring at Yang Cun, Long Chi said, "If you're itching to bite, fine, we won't say anything.

But why make up such a lie to deceive us? The venom of that Flaming Dragon is no joke."
His discontented complaint angered Yang Cun, who sneered, "Do you really think I'm such

a boring person?"
"This…" Long Chi paused, then said gruffly, "Anyway, there's no wound."
Yang Cun was speechless, unable to reply. That
's true; no matter what he said, without a wound to prove he'd been bitten, it was all for naught. For a moment…

Instead, he laughed. Could it be that he was really being paranoid? Watching Gao Lianxin meekly help him put on his shoes and socks,

and with the help of her weak arm to stand up, Yang Cun still felt his legs go weak.
Long Chi's expression had returned to normal. He took the lamp and left. Yang Cun's heart stirred, and he said, "Go and

see if that Flame Dragon is still there."
Long Chi looked over, but his expression was blank. He left without saying a word, his steps somewhat hurried, probably anxious for

his precious treasure.
"Master, let me help you to your room." Gao Lianxin, dressed in a snow-white long dress, looked at Yang Cun's unwell face,

her worry still lingering. Because of the water in her hair, her shoulders were soaked, and in the bright moonlight, her

undergarments were faintly visible.
The allure of a wet body! Yang Cun's eyes burned a little more, and he smiled, "Master is going to your room." He

wiped Gao Lianxin's face, his fingers feeling the smooth, jade-like skin beneath.

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