Chapter 102: The Cup's Light and Shadow

  It turned out to be Mo Junya upon closer inspection!!!

  Seeing this, Feng Li Xi twitched the corner of his mouth.

  As the female lead, Mo Junya's protagonist halo is indeed more powerful than a great god. She actually traversed through the void alone and arrived in this eighth-degree space, looking like that, her skirt fluttering, as if she were an immortal fairy, without any signs of dishevelment. Compared to those newly arrived cultivators who are disheveled and at a loss, it's easy to imagine how heaven-defyingly powerful the golden finger that the author has given Mo Junya is!

  Mo Junya's cold gaze swept across the various Xiantian experts present, before she stepped into the grand hall with poise and elegance. She bowed to Lin Mo, who was seated in the main seat as the Sect Master of Wuwang City, saying, "Sect Master, fellow Daoists, I'm late, truly sorry!"

  "Who are you?!" Lin Mu narrowed his phoenix eyes, sizing up Mo Junya several times before saying, "Is this fellow a fellow disciple of the same school as Dancer Wuyan?"

  Even if Lin Mo didn't recognize Mo Junya, however, she wouldn't mistake the style of that robe on her body!

  "Ling Xiao is like a cloud peak, Mo Junya!" Mo Junya smiled slightly and continued, "The true person of Wu Yun is actually under our master's command!"

  "Really!" nodded and responded casually, "Someone, add a seat for Jun Yatian!"

  But little did I know -

  Mo Junya smiled and interrupted Lin Mo's words, pretending to be apologetic, saying "No need to trouble the sect master!"

  After finishing speaking, Mo Junya fixed her gaze on Xi Yue Wu Yun's body. Then, she walked to the empty space beside Xi Yue Wu Yun and sat down cross-legged.

  Facing Mo Junya's uninvited and domineering behavior, Lin Mo's expression changed. However, perhaps considering the face of Xi Yu Wu Yun, he ultimately didn't say anything.

  Mo Junya sat quietly, her movements were natural and effortless, making it impossible for others to find fault with her.

  On the other side, Hua Xiuren saw Mo Junya's virtues and immediately let out a cold hum of great discontent.

  On this side, Feng Li Xi glanced at Mo Jun Ya who was sitting in the position he had originally given up, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

  She really can't imagine how the heroine she wrote could be so 'shameless'. Vaguely remembering when she first created the character Mo Junya, Feng Lixi had successfully portrayed her as a lovely and intelligent young woman who was loved by all, but why did she become like this now?!

  Is something wrong with Feng Li Xi's intuition?!

  But it's not right, Mo Junya still has the characteristic of being loved by everyone she meets, and her beauty is still captivating. In just a short while, several male cultivators' passionate gazes have already drifted towards Mo Junya without them realizing it.

  But with Mo Junya's appearance and temperament, plus this rare furnace physique that appears only once in a thousand years, it is not surprising that male cultivators are competing for her!

  Feng Li Xi could only say that these male cultivators regarded 'Wu Tan' as 'Black Gold', their eyesight was really problematic!

  "How dare you leave the sect?!" At this time, Xi Yue Wu Yun did not look at Mo Junya sitting beside him, but simply held up his wine cup and asked coldly.

  "Yah'er is worried about Shizun, so she came to take a look!" Mo Junya gazed at Xiuyue Wuyu, her eyes piercing, making it hard for anyone to ignore.

  However, facing this scorching gaze, Xi Yue Wu Yun remained unmoved. He only used a cold and detached tone to slowly say, "Unauthorized departure from the sect, disregard for the sect's laws and regulations, upon returning to the sect, go to the Cishi Peak to receive punishment!"

  "Yes, Master!" Upon hearing this, Mo Junya's eyes dimmed slightly, but her voice remained respectful.

  "I wonder what the true intention of the dance is?!" At this time, Lin's eyes were fixed on Xi Yu Wu, "Are you willing to go to the 'Eighth Degree' secret realm for a visit?"

  "Go!" Xie Yu's gaze swept over Lin Mo lightly, then immediately withdrew her line of sight, and coldly spat out a single word.

  "Good! I wonder if the other masters are willing to follow Dance Yun's true person together?!" Lin Mo slightly nodded, withdrawing his gaze and sweeping it around at the others.

  "We swear to advance and retreat together with the true person of Wu Yun!" At this time, a miscellaneous sound came from the crowd.

  Upon hearing this oath, Feng Ri Xi couldn't help but stifle a laugh, wanting to laugh yet not daring to make a sound.

  This isn't going to the front lines of war, nor does it mean going out and never coming back. Who knows which immortal expert said such awe-inspiring words? Using such grandiose language here makes people feel rather uneasy and not quite stable.

  "Since all of you have unanimously expressed your intention to go together, then it's settled!" Lin replied lazily, glancing at Xi Yue again.

  The banquet continued in the midst of cups and shadows, with goblets and chopsticks crossing each other, until late at night, when the monks returned to their temple to rest.

  Tonight, Huoye Wuyu drank a lot of wine. Fengli was worried that he would hurt his body by being so indulgent, and as soon as they returned to the courtyard, she took out some sobering herbs from her brooch, ground them into a fine powder, brewed them into tea, and prepared to have Huoye Wuyu drink it to sober up.

  She lay on the bed, her pale purple sleeves hanging down to the ground. At this time, the jade hairpin that held up her hair was also taken off at some point, and her long hair spread out all over the couch.

  At this moment, a hint of mystery and charm was added to his icy clear eyes, which made his cold temperament much milder, but also added a bit of lazy and charming aura.

  As Feng Ruhai walked into the inner room with a tea bowl, he couldn't help but see this scene, his hands shook slightly, and almost spilled the sobering tea in his hand.

  She rolled her eyes, steadied herself in the wind, and walked up to Xi Yue Wu Yun with large strides. With a hint of annoyance, she handed over the sobering tea from her hand to Xi Yue Wu Yun's lips, saying, "Master, wake up!"

  But little did I expect -

  He hadn't meant to take the tea cup, nor did he want to drink from it; he simply gazed at Feng Rui Xi with sparkling eyes, his lips curling up into a faint, enigmatic smile.

  The wind was blowing, and his hands were shaking again. He put the tea cup on the small table with a sense of defeat. He looked at Xi Yue Wu with a helpless expression and said slowly, "Master, have you been possessed by an evil spirit?!"

  In her impression, Xi Yue had always been cold and proud, when did she have such a 'tender and gentle' and 'dazzling eyes' moment?!

  Racking one's brains, apart from "being possessed by an evil spirit", I really can't think of any other excuse. Which act is this supposed to be?

  After asking, Fengli Xi subconsciously reached out to touch the forehead of Xie Yu Wuji, but felt that the temperature under his hand was extremely normal, and then awkwardly withdrew his arm.

  "It doesn't matter if I'm a teacher!" Xī Yuè Wǔ Yú shook her head slightly and replied lightly.

  Seeing Xi Yue Wu Yan was really drunk, Feng Li Xi didn't bother to argue with him. He immediately leaned over, propped Xi Yue Wu Yan against his own body, picked up the teacup on the small table, carefully took a sip first, feeling that the temperature was just right, and then handed it back to Xi Yue Wu Yan's lips, gesturing for him to drink.

  Throughout the process, Fengli Xi's movements were smooth and natural, without showing any unnaturalness. Meanwhile, Xī Yuè Wǔ was staring at Fengli Xi with her misty eyes, not saying a word.

  Yan Jian saw that Feng Li Xi had already brought the tea cup to his lips, and Xi Yue Wu Yan didn't take it. With a calm and contented expression, he swallowed the bitter-tasting sobering tea along with Feng Li Xi's movements.

  After confirming that Xi Yue had drunk all the wine, Feng Li Xue's heart finally eased a little. Xi Yue was always self-disciplined, but today she didn't know what got into her, and actually lost control like this, it really made people puzzled.

  She involuntarily shook her head, and Feng Xili put down the doubts in her mind. She carefully laid the quilt on the bed, took off his shoes, covered him with a well-made blanket, and carefully tucked in the corners of the blanket before picking up the empty teacup to leave.

  But little did I expect -

  At this time, Xi Yu Wu Yan grabbed her wrist and stumbled. When she came to her senses, she was already lying on the bed, pressed under Xi Yu Wu Yan's body.

  "Master..." Fengli Xi stared blankly at Xie Wu's somewhat unclear eyes, and involuntarily trembled slightly.

  After finishing speaking, Fengri Xi subconsciously moved his body, wanting to escape, but he couldn't get away.

  At this moment, the crystal fruit in his body coincidentally became restless, causing Feng Ri's handsome face to turn black uncontrollably.

  If this continues, she's worried that she'll lose control and end up like the sheets that have been rumpled by the wind.

  Her struggles became more intense. In the midst of her struggles, the originally tightly closed collar also slightly loosened, revealing a delicate and small clavicle.

  Before Feng Xue'er could fully react, Xi Yue Wuyu suddenly leaned forward and buried her head in the slightly open collar of her clothes, biting down on her collarbone without any politeness.

  "Hmm..." Feng Li Xi groaned in pain.

  He bit down hard on this mouthful, without showing any mercy. He must have been bleeding, and the wind was blowing vaguely as if he were thinking about it.

  In the midst of action, Xi Yue still tightly hugged Feng Li's slender waist, making Feng Li feel suffocated.

  It wasn't until much later that Xi Yue finally opened her mouth, lifted her head and looked at Feng Ri's slightly worried eyes.

  Fengli Xi lifted his body, half-sitting up, and gently pressed his hands on the shoulders of Xie Wu Dance Yun, anxiously asking, "Master, what's wrong with you?!"

  At this time, the stinging pain in her neck was completely ignored by her, compared to the wound on her collarbone. Fengri Xi was more concerned about whether Xiu Wujiu had any problems or not.

  She silently gazed at Feng Yi's phoenix eyes in the wind, without saying a word.

  After a long while, he finally reached out to touch the wound on her neck, where he had bitten and made a mess of blood and flesh. Fresh blood flowed down her neck and into her low-cut top, staining the originally white fabric with an eye-catching patch of red.

  Here is the translation:

  Delivering on promises, second update!