The two of them left, and the room became quiet.
Xi Yu sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, formed a hand seal, and slowly expanded his spiritual power.
A complicated, disc-shaped formation radiated a dazzling light above Xi Yu’s head.
Xi Yu opened his eyes, his red lips parting slightly.
“Tracking Technique—”
As Xi Yu’s voice fell, the disc instantly pierced through the roof and soared into the sky above Wutong Village, enveloping the entire village within it.
But very soon, Xi Yu opened his eyes again, confusion and puzzlement appearing in them.
He couldn’t find Zhuohua.
How strange.
Yet clearly, all the clues pointed to Wutong Village.
Before even coming here, he had heard that Zhuohua was being worshipped by the Holy Son. Zhuohua should be somewhere here.
At such a close distance, why couldn’t he sense him at all?
Xi Yu got off the bed, feeling that this was truly strange.
Whatever. He was already here anyway. As long as he wasn’t in a hurry, someone else would eventually become more anxious than him.
Xi Yu rubbed the ring on his finger, a hint of excitement in his eyes.
Oh, right. The little brat’s luggage was still with him.
Xi Yu snapped his fingers and teleported into Lu Zhixing’s room.
The two of them had lived next door to each other before, and they had always appeared suddenly like this, so Xi Yu didn’t think to knock or announce himself.
But the moment he entered and saw Lu Zhixing, his gaze suddenly sharpened.
“What are you two doing?”
Lu Zhixing was leaning against the bed, while a man dressed in sheer gauze was leaning into his arms. His eyes were flowing with seductive charm, his entire demeanor alluring.
Lu Zhixing hadn’t expected Xi Yu to come. His originally cold expression immediately turned flustered, and he abruptly stood up.
The man didn’t have time to react and lunged into empty space, falling face-first onto the bed. Biting his lip, he looked pitifully at Lu Zhixing.
“Sir, you hurt me.”
Lu Zhixing ran over to Xi Yu’s side and coldly stared at the enchantress.
The enchantress had suddenly appeared here. Lu Zhixing hadn’t dared to use his power recklessly in this place because he was afraid Xi Yu would discover his identity. He had originally planned to run to Xi Yu and call for help, but he hadn’t expected Xi Yu to come first.
Lu Zhixing grabbed Xi Yu’s hand and crouched behind him.
“This person is strange.”
“What’s strange about him?”
Xi Yu’s gaze darkened as he looked at Lu Zhixing’s hand gripping his own.
“He’s always been like this.”
Enchantresses relied on dual cultivation with members of any race to obtain power. Xi Yu hadn’t expected that Lu Zhixing would merely pass through Qingfeng Tower once before being targeted and followed by an enchantress.
This was truly… unpleasant.
Xi Yu thought that if he hadn’t come just now, Lu Zhixing might already have been pinned beneath this enchantress, being taken advantage of however he pleased.
At the thought, an irritation rose from the depths of his heart, especially because Lu Zhixing now carried the enchantress’s sweet fragrance on his body.
A sense of displeasure at someone coveting what belonged to him surfaced in Xi Yu’s eyes.
He brushed Lu Zhixing’s hand away, his beautiful eyes lazily sweeping over him.
“He says he’s in pain. Aren’t you going to go check on him?”
Lu Zhixing’s brows furrowed tightly.
“What does his pain have to do with me?”
For some reason, the displeasure in Xi Yu’s heart was dispersed by Lu Zhixing’s blunt response.
He teased, “Brother Lu really doesn’t know how to appreciate beauty.”
With that, Xi Yu leisurely walked over to the bed beside the enchantress and sat down. He lifted the man’s chin with one fingertip.
“Look at this pitiful little face. It really makes people’s hearts ache.”
The enchantress lay on the bed and used Xi Yu’s fingertip to straighten himself, but he was startled by the coldness in Xi Yu’s eyes.
A trace of chill crept up his spine.
This person actually seemed even more frightening than the one from before.
Both of them were unbelievably beautiful, yet the aura surrounding each was colder than the last.
The enchantress realized something was wrong and hurriedly tried to run, but Xi Yu caught him by the wrist and pulled him into his arms.
“Xi Yu!” Lu Zhixing shouted sharply, his face turning livid.
Xi Yu casually glanced at him, but his hands didn’t stop. He wrapped his arms around the enchantress and made him sit on his thigh, his fingertip rubbing the reddened elbow from his fall.
His voice was gentle.
“He doesn’t know how to appreciate beauty. Since you want to absorb spiritual energy anyway, why don’t you absorb mine?”
As Xi Yu spoke, his eyes seemed to drift deliberately over the enchantress’s neck, his expression somewhat erotic. He looked exactly like a flirtatious young nobleman coaxing an innocent beauty into giving himself up.
The enchantress was trapped in Xi Yu’s arms. He hooked his arms around Xi Yu’s shoulders, his eyes filled with springlike allure and his cheeks flushed red.
Xi Yu’s gaze was no longer cold as it had been moments ago. Instead, it had become gentle and lingering.
The enchantress’s heart swayed, and his eyes gradually became mesmerized.
He couldn’t help thinking that this person was actually even more seductive than himself.
Even an enchantress like him was about to melt beneath that gaze.
…………………….
The Holy Son had always been generous toward the people of the village. Other than his private chambers, they were allowed to move freely throughout the rest of the residence.
When Lu Zhixing and the others passed by Qingfeng Tower, they stirred up a wave of spiritual energy, and the enchantress immediately got an idea.
Even though there was plenty of spiritual energy within Wutong Village, having to share it equally among everyone still wasn’t quite enough for enchantresses like them.
They inherently needed to become intimate with others. This dry, ordinary spiritual energy was of little interest to them.
They couldn’t touch the people of the village, while there weren’t many good-looking demons around either. After finally encountering several handsome men, he really couldn’t resist.
At first, his target had indeed been Xi Yu. Xi Yu possessed the greatest amount of spiritual energy, but he could tell that he wasn’t a match for him, so he settled for the next best thing and chose Lu Zhixing.
He hadn’t expected to pick such an unromantic block of wood.
But now that his first choice had said this…
He really… really…
Couldn’t have wished for anything better.
The enchantress’s previously guarded body relaxed. He stretched out his soft, boneless hand and hooked it around Xi Yu’s neck.
“Is what Young Master says true? If you’re only deceiving me, I’ll be heartbroken.”
Xi Yu wrapped an arm around the enchantress’s waist and leaned close to his ear. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he said,
“Lu Zhixing is mine. Go back and warn your fellow enchantresses. Whoever dares to set their sights on him, I’ll take their life.”
The enchantress’s body stiffened.
But Xi Yu immediately turned gentle again, as though that warning had never happened, and stroked his face.
“Of course it’s true. You’re so beautiful. How could I…”
Before Xi Yu could finish his warning, he suddenly felt his arms go empty.
Lu Zhixing, unable to endure it any longer, yanked the enchantress out of Xi Yu’s arms, gritting his teeth.
“Get out!”
Originally, Lu Zhixing had felt nothing toward the enchantress.
Now, however, everything about him was an eyesore, and Lu Zhixing even felt a little aggrieved and hurt.
Not to brag, but although this enchantress was gorgeous, Lu Zhixing himself was just as good-looking. So how could Xi Yu hold this person in his arms and even whisper into his ear?
If he weren’t afraid of exposing his identity, he really couldn’t resist grinding this enchantress into dust just to vent the hatred in his heart.
The enchantress looked at Lu Zhixing, whose face was full of fury, then looked at Xi Yu, who had just warned him.
He immediately understood what kind of relationship the two had.
“You two really are…”
The enchantress rubbed his reddened wrist where Lu Zhixing had grabbed him and muttered,
“You’re both sick. Sick, sick, sick.”
After saying that, the enchantress immediately ran away.
The room was instantly left with only Lu Zhixing and Xi Yu.
Xi Yu supported himself with one hand on the bed, his legs crossed, smiling as he looked at Lu Zhixing.
“So fierce, Brother Lu. You scared him away.”
Lu Zhixing fastened the wooden latch on the door, then turned around, his chest rising and falling.
The sight of Xi Yu holding the enchantress had shaken him too deeply.
He had never seen Xi Yu like that before, as though his eyes contained endless affection.
He knew Xi Yu couldn’t possibly have been bewitched by that enchantress.
Then why had he acted that way?
Lu Zhixing didn’t understand, but jealousy was raging through his chest.
Xi Yu clearly hated it most when other people threw themselves at him.
So why had he suddenly changed?
Why had he changed…
Why had he changed…
Why had he changed…
“Xi Yu!”
Lu Zhixing gritted his teeth.
“How could you hug him!”
Xi Yu gave a mocking laugh.
“Why couldn’t I? Didn’t you hug him too when I wasn’t here?”
Lu Zhixing’s brows knitted tightly. He didn’t even have the energy to argue with Xi Yu’s words.
After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to come up with a reason why Xi Yu shouldn’t hug other people.
“Aren’t you a god? Aren’t gods supposed to be pure and desireless? How can you be so intimate with a demon? That’s not right.”
Xi Yu paused, and his expression turned cold.
“Gods have seven emotions and six desires too. There’s no difference between them and humans.”
The little brat’s stereotypical view of gods made him very dissatisfied.
Did being a god mean he was supposed to have no desires at all?
Not only did he have desires, he also had lust.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come over just now, and he wouldn’t have seen Lu Zhixing’s intimate posture with the enchantress.
And besides…
Lu Zhixing actually hadn’t denied what he said.
What, did that mean that if he hadn’t come, Lu Zhixing really would have gone and hugged that enchantress?
Right.
Otherwise, with only one wall between them, if someone had come, why hadn’t Lu Zhixing called for him?
The enchantresses in this village weren’t powerful demons. They merely knew some spells that could bewitch the mind, most of them relying on the unique fragrance of their bodies to seduce people.
But Lu Zhixing possessed two kinds of power. Creatures of that level simply couldn’t bewitch him.
As long as Lu Zhixing opened his mouth and called for him, Xi Yu could come over immediately.
But Lu Zhixing hadn’t called.
Perhaps he had actually been very pleased by what was happening. Perhaps that fierce and hostile attitude just now had been because Xi Yu had interrupted something good, making him lash out in embarrassment and anger.
Love was like a drug. Once it entered the system, it would numb the nerves of the brain.
Those trapped inside it could never see things as clearly as an outsider could.
The enchantress had been able to tell from merely a few exchanges and glances between the two that Xi Yu and Lu Zhixing were mutually in love. He had wisely refused to make himself an unnecessary part of their little game.
And now, facing each other, their gazes intertwined.
Each was burning with even greater jealousy than the other.
When Lu Zhixing heard Xi Yu’s words, his heart tightened, and his face became somewhat pale.
What did Xi Yu mean by saying that gods also had seven emotions and six desires?
Was Xi Yu admitting that he had taken a liking to that little enchantress?
Lu Zhixing’s voice was hoarse.
“You were pure and desireless in A City, but when you saw him, suddenly you had seven emotions and six desires?”
He had used every means and method he could think of just to coax Xi Yu into becoming a little more intimate with him.
Yet when it came to that enchantress, Xi Yu had somehow figured everything out without being taught.
Don’t think he hadn’t seen it.
That enchantress had practically been mesmerized by Xi Yu just now.