Chapter 110
Chapter 110
The Seal is Broken (2)
Liu Yi looked straight at that impassive face; it was still as handsome as ever. The heavens had blessed him with looks and talent that none in this universe could match, yet he was so cold and so distant. She was a little clear-headed, but also somewhat muddled; everything that had happened in the past emerged in her mind.
“If back then, I was the one to have shown up first in front of Zhenjun with the bloodstone zan, and there was no Zheng Wan or anyone else, would Zhenjun have looked at me differently?”
Cui Wang seemed to find this question strange.
He shook his head.
“No.”
“Why not?” Liu Yi clenched her fists. “ Zhenjun, you clearly, towards Zheng Wan, Zheng Wan——”
But Cui Wang did not answer her anymore. He had already gone down the stairs with Fu Sheng Zhenjun and had disappeared around the corner.
Liu Yi stood dazedly. Just as Zheng Wan was about to leave, she suddenly said, “You’re also laughing at me, aren’t you?”
Zheng Wan shook her head; she had even lost the desire for vengeance. As it was often said in plays, such women who were obsessed with love were most prone to change. “Why should I laugh at you? Cui Wang ignored me too. He even brought you up here.”
Zheng Wan made up her mind to stay away from her. The two of them had already paid an eye for an eye, and she had put up with her twice—the issue with the crown prince was one, and this time was another. If this person does something to her again in the future, she would just kill her off straight away.
After making the decision, Zheng Wan ignored the stupefied person and went straight downstairs. She ordered a tableful of food, put it on Yuqing Sect’s tab, and enjoyed a spread of spiritual dishes that were only available in the cultivation world.
When she returned to her room, she went into cultivation for two full days. The moon was hanging high in the sky when someone knocked on the door from outside.
The innkeeper handed her a mahogany box and said that it was for her.
“For me?”
“Yes.” The innkeeper bowed with his hands folded in a salute.
“Who sent it?”
The innkeeper just shook his head; he didn’t know.
Zheng Wan went back to the room in puzzlement. She sat down for a while, then tried using her vital energy on the box. Discovering that there was no seal on the box, she opened it, only to see a piece of yellowed parchment covered with dense writing lying in the box.
Could this be one of those treasure maps that often appeared in the cultivation world?
Her heart pounding, Zheng Wan took out the parchment and scanned it carefully. The more she read, the uglier her expression became. By the time she finished reading it, smoke was almost coming out of her ears.
Zheng Wan slapped the parchment.
“Cui Wang!”
Other than Cui Wang, it couldn’t be anyone else.
He actually had someone deliver a scroll filled with records of all kinds of cultivators who, because they couldn’t let go of their obsessions, failed in the end. There were also those who, despite having planted their Dao core, failed because of their overwhelming mortal attachments.
In Zheng Wan’s view, this was pure ridicule.
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She went out angrily; the innkeeper had not yet gone far. “Where does the person who sent this live?”
“In Heavenward’s room number two.”
Zheng Wan thought, these so-called cultivators were not much different from mortals. Apart from having magical powers, weren’t they also using words like “Heaven” and “Earth”?
After obtaining the location, when she arrived at the door, she thought there would be an enchantment, but the door opened with just a gentle push.
Cui Wang was sitting by the window, drinking from a jade gourd in his hand. His jade white face was somewhat flushed; when he saw that it was her, he was startled. “How did you get in?”
He then checked and saw that the prohibition seal was still there.
Zheng Wan couldn’t care less about these things.
“I’d like to ask, what is your intention behind giving this thing? Are you trying to disturb my will to cultivate?”
“If cultivators are overly bound to their mortal attachments, they will not go far.”
Cui Wang set aside the jade gourd and cast his eyes down there. He looked neither happy nor angry, but because of the alcohol, there was a watery look in his starry eyes. Zheng Wan looked at him, and the anger from before suddenly dissipated.
There was the smell of alcohol lingering at the tip of her nose. The scent of pear blossom wine was slightly sweeter; this smelled like a mixture of pear blossoms and jasmine.
Zheng Wan’s eyes flashed, and she suddenly smiled. In Cui Wang’s daze, she suddenly took a step forward, tiptoed, and touched his cold, thin lips once, then touched them again. Before he could react, both her arms were already around his neck, pulling his head downwards, and their lips and tongue were intertwined intimately.
Cui Wang’s lips were as cold as his person, but slowly, the coldness faded away, becoming warm, hot, and even fiery.
He stood upright, neither pushing her away nor responding to her, as if he were a piece of wood.
But Zheng Wan could clearly feel the undercurrent that was surging under this piece of wood. She could feel that his chest was hot, and that the heart that was thumping incessantly underneath it was also hot.
She took a step back. Her lips were a little red from exerting too much force, as if dyed with a brilliant colour.
Cui Wang lowered his eyes at her. His expression remained unmoved, like ice and snow that had been sealed for thousands of years.
“Sentiment is evil,” he said.
Zheng Wan wiped her mouth and laughed mockingly.
“Zhenjun, given how hot you are, has your mortal heart also been stirred?”
“Zheng Wan, you are too obstinate.”
“I’m cultivating so that I can live long and be happy. If I am not happy, what’s the point of cultivating immortality?”
Zheng Wan tore the parchment into pieces and threw it at his feet, “Go practice your Way of Impassiveness, don’t bother yourself with me.”
She flicked her sleeves and walked away. Cui Wang stood in the room for a long time, then suddenly clutched his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood.
He said blankly, “Old Ancestor, I think the seal is broken.”