In the blink of an eye, the demonic cultivators from half the street fled in haste, with three people at the center. The area around them cleared out rapidly, leaving broken wine bowls and porcelain plates scattered on the ground.
Xu Xingchen slammed his sword onto the table with a sharp sound and said coldly, “Use your spiritual power to dispel the alcohol. Don’t pretend to be drunk to take advantage.”
After downing his drink, he poured the rest onto Shen Liuxiang and scolded him.
Who was he trying to fool?
Shen Liuxiang wrinkled his brows as he smelled the alcohol, and he gently touched Zhou Xuanlan’s forehead with his fair, slender fingers, detecting a thin layer of sweat.
He remembered that Zhou Xuanlan usually had no issue with alcohol. Seeing him like this, could it be because of his split consciousness?
“Can split consciousness handle alcohol?”
Xu Xingchen widened his eyes, realizing that the person before him was actually a clone?!
Sensing that the other might actually be intoxicated, he eased off his imposing aura and said, “I’m not sure either.”
At this point, the two clear-headed individuals at the table exchanged looks, both at a loss for what to do.
At this moment, the person emitting an alcohol scent lifted their head. With a slightly lowered gaze, they reached over and touched Shen Liuxiang’s cheek, their voice cold and deep, “Master, don’t talk to others.”
Upon hearing this, Xu Xingchen furrowed his brow.
“Why not?”
As the words fell, the night wind outside grew stronger, causing the tables and chairs to rattle.
Crimson moonlight fell upon Zhou Xuanlan.
He lifted his eyelids in displeasure, revealing a tinge of red in his black pupils. His thin lips curled into a cold arc as he asked, “You’re seeking…”
Before the word “death” could leave his lips, a cool hand covered his mouth.
“Hush, if you’re drunk, act like it. Don’t speak.”
Shen Liuxiang was worried the two of them might start fighting later. He said to Xu Xingchen, “You go back to the Cloud Pavilion first. I’ll take care of him—”
Before he could finish his sentence, his palm was licked, sending a tingling sensation through him.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Xu Xingchen noticed his expression stiffen.
“Nothing, you go back first.”
After a brief thought, Xu Xingchen stood up and sheathed his sword. “In that case, you take him back. I’ll wander the streets for a while. Xinglian is curious about the demonic realm’s Blood Moon, so I’ll observe more and tell her when I get back.”
Shen Liuxiang nodded and watched him leave. Then he let out a sigh of relief, and as he met Zhou Xuanlan’s eyes, they exchanged a glance.
“Why did you lick my hand?!”
Zhou Xuanlan, with his crimson eyes wide open, looked perplexed. “Can’t I lick your hand?”
Before Shen Liuxiang could reprimand him, seeing Zhou Xuanlan’s bewildered expression, he helplessly said, “You can’t do that.”
Just from having a drink, how did he become so foolish?
He glanced around, finding no other demons around. The street was empty, and the demonic cultivators were all hiding in the shadows, observing silently.
“…”
Just because his eyes turned red, was there really a need to fear his disciple like this?
Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips slightly and turned his head. He found himself facing a handsome face that was gradually getting closer. His heart skipped a beat, and it wasn’t until Zhou Xuanlan’s hair brushed against his cheek that he finally relaxed.
Seemed like he couldn’t stand steady and had to lean on him.
Shen Liuxiang reached out to support him, intending to speak, but then he felt a rush of warm air by his ear.
His figure tensed, and he widened his eyes.
Zhou Xuanlan’s gaze fell upon the fair and tender earlobe. His thin lips parted, and he tentatively licked it, sensing a slight tremor in the body in his arms. In an instant, his gaze turned deep and profound.
Teasingly, he licked again.
The pale and soft flesh took on a rosy hue, as though it might drip blood, captivating his gaze. It exuded an indescribably enticing allure.
Zhou Xuanlan’s breath deepened, intending to continue tasting, but he was mercilessly pushed away.
He furrowed his brows, looking displeased at the person who interrupted the moment. Seeing the other’s phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his handsome face emitting a faint chill, his momentum suddenly became weaker.
“No licking.”
Shen Liuxiang’s ears were burning, and he chuckled in response to the comment.
Trying to find an opening, he was quite bold to say such a thing. Shen Liuxiang rubbed his forehead, pondering left and right. He couldn’t hit him, nor could he scold him, so he decided to not bother with the drunkard.
“You’re a black dragon, not a little dog. Don’t go licking people.”
Zhou Xuanlan’s gaze remained on the reddened ear. Although reluctant, he obediently nodded in response to his master’s words. “Alright.”
Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief. At least he understood his words and they could manage to communicate.
“I’ll take you back to transfer spiritual energy.”
Zhou Xuanlan raised an eyebrow, gripping Shen Liuxiang’s wrist. With spiritual energy gathering around them, they disappeared from the spot.
Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a red haze on the wide desk. Suddenly, the room, which had been silent for a long time, was filled with movement.
Shen Liuxiang landed on the bed, sinking into the soft bedding. Before he could react, his head was held down and a scorching breath enveloped his lips.
Without hesitation, Zhou Xuanlan kissed him.
Shen Liuxiang’s phoenix eyes widened, and he struggled vigorously. He used his fingers to cast a binding spell, pushing the person on top of him with all his might.
Zhou Xuanlan remained unmoved, his gaze dropping to the person in his embrace.
The youth’s belt had come loose, and his disheveled black hair was spread messily on the pillow. His phoenix eyes held a touch of panic, and he was panting slightly. The lips that had just been kissed were moist and glistening.
His voice was slightly husky. “Master, don’t move.”
Shen Liuxiang almost kicked the person away. Only a shred of reason remained, allowing him to stay relatively composed. Trembling, he said, “Explain. You have one chance to explain, or else I won’t be polite.”
He had been fine just a moment ago, so why did he suddenly turn into a wolf-like predator?
Zhou Xuanlan’s slender fingers touched his lip corner, and he gently rubbed it. “Master, didn’t you say that you would transfer some spiritual energy to me? In fact, this is the best way.”
With that said, he lowered his head and lightly touched Shen Liuxiang’s lips, siphoning away a bit of his spiritual energy.
“Like this.”
“…”
Shen Liuxiang remained silent.
Veins throbbed on his forehead. He had been reluctant to harm him earlier, but now, not fighting back would only lead to being taken advantage of.
He channeled his spiritual energy, exerting thirty percent of his strength to hit Zhou Xuanlan’s shoulder.
The bed slightly shifted.
Zhou Xuanlan seemed unaffected, undoing Shen Liuxiang’s loosened hairband. His five fingers delved into the soft, black strands, pressing against the back of Shen Liuxiang’s head as he forcefully claimed the air from between his lips.
Shen Liuxiang immediately stopped holding back, sending seventy percent of his spiritual power surging forth.
For a Harmonization cultivator, seventy percent strength was enough to shake the heavens and earth in one area. However, when it landed on Zhou Xuanlan, it only caused him to pause briefly, let out a muffled groan, and look at Shen Liuxiang with a confused, grieved expression, as if not understanding why he was being attacked.
Shen Liuxiang’s heart sank in astonishment.
Even if Zhou Xuanlan’s real body is here, it is absolutely impossible to withstand his attack to this extent!
He stared intently, then suddenly noticed a faint red glow enveloping Zhou Xuanlan, similar to the moonlight outside.
With a tentative touch, as his palm made contact with the red glow, the contained spiritual energy was transferred.
Shen Liuxiang sucked in a breath of cold air. In a flash of realization, he understood why the Emperor had said that on the night of the Blood Moon, the Great Demons were invincible.
This, this is cheating! It’s cheating!!
Bullying!!!
The corners of Shen Liuxiang’s eyes turned red with urgency.
Zhou Xuanlan saw the reddening corners of his eyes and released his hold a bit. “Master, are you crying?”
At these words, Shen Liuxiang was about to let out a cold laugh.
He had seen countless storms. Did Zhou Xuanlan really think he could scare him to tears?
But then he reconsidered, and the icy arc of his lips fell.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his nose a bit, burying half of his face in the soft pillow. A hint of a sob escaped his lips as he said, “I don’t want to transfer spiritual energy anymore. Let me go.”
…After the Blood Moon passed, he would make this split consciousness understand what regret truly felt like!
Zhou Xuanlan’s expression turned flustered, and he immediately released Shen Liuxiang.
Seeing it was effective, Shen Liuxiang hurriedly sat up on the bed, his trembling hands pushing aside the bed curtains, preparing to escape from the bed.
“Wait, Master.” Zhou Xuanlan grabbed him.
Shen Liuxiang stiffened all over, pitifully turning back with teary eyes.
“What?”
Zhou Xuanlan asked, “Have you forgotten that I haven’t returned your spiritual energy yet?”
“I don’t lack that… ah!.”
Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Liuxiang was pulled back by the waist, and dragged back onto the bed.
By the window, the moonlight grew stronger. Time passed, and Shen Liuxiang was finally let go.
He turned his head, panting heavily. His outer robe had been discarded on the ground, leaving him in only a loosely fitting inner garment. His disheveled black hair scattered across the bed. His lips looked bloodstained, and the corners of his eyes were a bright red.
Zhou Xuanlan’s eyelids drooped, concealing his deep gaze.
Originally, he intended to return Shen Liuxiang’s spiritual energy. He hadn’t anticipated that after trying a taste, he would lose control of himself. By the time he regained his senses, it was already like this.
The drunkenness had disappeared without his notice, but his desires had become even more unbridled. It wasn’t until he saw Shen Liuxiang’s frosty expression that he was jolted back to reality, as if doused with cold water.
No, this wasn’t right. What had he done?!
Shen Liuxiang sat up, pointing to the edge of the bed with his slender, white fingers, his tone devoid of emotion.
“Now that you’re sober, give me the storage pouch.”
The storage pouch had fallen to the ground along with his robe. Zhou Xuanlan picked it up, reluctant to step onto the bed again. He held it with both hands and handed it to Shen Liuxiang.
“Disciple knows… disciple is wrong. Master, punish me.”
Shen Liuxiang remained silent, proceeding to open the storage pouch himself. He inserted his hand, and after a moment, he pulled out a pale blue jade slip.
As he infused spiritual energy, there was an immediate response from within. Howling winds, crashing noises, and collapsing sounds intermingled, creating a particularly chaotic scene.
However, Zhou Xuanlan’s voice was gentle and contained a hint of a smile. “It’s getting late. Master, aren’t you going to rest?”
Shen Liuxiang glanced at the person by the bed. An icy smile appeared on his lips.
After a while, he took a deep breath, and then he shouted at the jade slip, “Zhou Xuanlan! Zhou Xuanlan! Your clone is rebelling!!”
At the other end of the jade slip, there was an inexplicable silence.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Zhou Xuanlan’s face turned pale, and he was at a loss for words. “It’s not… I… Master…”
T/N:
clone Zhou Xuanlan 🤝 Immortal Shen
Snitching
