Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road-Chapter 935: Zhiyi’s Passionate Love, Soft Melody As Floating Cloud
They rented a room in an exquisite inn, decorated with simple yet elegant touches. From ceiling to floor, walls to entrance, even the tables were adorned with flowers and unusual plants.
Elves had a deep love for nature and the forest. Even in a desert, they could cultivate any plant they desired, as their connection with Mother Nature was profound and instinctive.
These plants carried pure, rich spiritual energy. The Twilight Desert town was even more mysterious than she had imagined.
Ignoring the innkeeper’s odd, inquisitive gaze which seemed to silently ask, "There are dozens of you. Is it really convenient for a female to rest in a room with so many males?" everyone eventually chose a spacious room.
The question stuck in the innkeeper’s throat once he realized their relationship went beyond mere companionship. The dark elf innkeeper coughed and pretended not to notice anything.
Once inside, they arranged protective barriers and entered the Ethereal Small World to rest. They had been traveling for hours; it was time to eat and rejuvenate.
[Ethereal Small World]
Shenlian Yingyue and the others washed up and prepared a simple dinner using fresh ingredients, meat, and spiritual energy from the Ethereal Small World. Then, they rested.
For the next few days, no one disturbed her. As she regained her strength, she felt warmth and opened her eyes, catching the gentle, stunning face before her.
"Master, my wife, I love you." Zhiyi breathed softly into her ear. His tall nose bridge brushed her eyelashes, his hot, soft lips grazed her tender cheek, every inch of his touch making her skin tingle.
"A’Zhi, I love you too." Shenlian Yingyue wrapped her arms around his neck, her face flushing like a blooming lotus.
So pure, so otherworldly, so stunning.
Zhiyi’s lips bloomed into a dazzling smile of happiness as he heard her soft response.
"My master, I want you." Zhiyi’s words weren’t a request but a declaration of longing, possession, and love.
A hot, gentle kiss followed. Though tender, she felt as if he was consuming her from the inside out.
Their lips met, his tongue entwined with hers as he held her tightly, as if to imprison her within both body and soul.
Zhiyi’s gentleness on the surface belied his deep, intense affection. His love was soft yet powerful, making her heart flutter like butterflies. His quiet care, his meticulous attention, was like a gentle spring breeze, brushing over her heart whenever they were alone.
In recent days, he had respected her rest, knowing she was tired and busy. He supported her silently, protecting her from behind. Whenever she looked back, he was always there.
Shenlian Yingyue’s eyes softened as she looked at him. He was the first to confess his love to her so bravely, yet he had also silently tended to her every need, like a devoted and reliable lover.
He cooked her meals, warmed water for her baths, learned all her habits, remembered what she loved and hated, and silently supported and protected her. Though he yearned for her, he never made demands or created difficulties. With patient care, he managed every small detail of their home. Every action, no matter how subtle, revealed his nurturing heart and unwavering devotion.
At first, she had only appreciated his quiet attentiveness, but as she opened her heart, she realized she had fallen deeply in love with such a gentle, steadfast, and considerate man.
She closed her eyes and smiled with contentment. To be loved by such a devoted man filled her heart with pure happiness. She returned his fervent affection, letting him feel her love in response to his yearning and devotion.
Zhiyi’s slender, narrow eyes glimmered with warmth and desire, his gaze overflowing with love and charm. Without a word, he drew her close, and together they were lost in a shared paradise of passion and intimacy.
Soon, the room was filled with sounds so intimate and ambiguous that it could make anyone blush.
He had missed her so much. Though she had rescued him from a nightmare, his yearning for her had only grown. He could not express his love fully in words, only through actions of holding her, kissing her, caring for her, showing her the throbbing depth of his affection.
As usual, after their passionate and flushed moments of love, he washed her, tended to her every need, and prepared her meals before letting her go. He treated her as though she were a fragile, precious soul, cherished above all else.
She practiced her spiritual powers, cultivation techniques, and musical instruments, all while keeping an eye on Qing Luan, who was cultivating under the Tree of Life to strengthen her soul.
She felt immense gratitude toward Qing Luan for passing down her legacy of musical instruments to her and her companions.
"Here you are. How are the musical instrument spells coming along? Do you have any questions for me?" Qing Luan opened her eyes and smiled warmly.
"Did I disturb you?" Shenlian Yingyue asked, sitting beside her with a gentle smile.
"No. I sensed your presence in the Small World and came to check on you," the Musical Fairy Qing Luan chuckled.
Shenlian Yingyue breathed a sigh of relief. She would have felt guilty if she had accidentally interrupted Qing Luan’s cultivation.
She stood and performed musical instrument spells using several instruments to display her progress.
Soft, melodious sounds rang throughout the Ethereal Small World, calming everyone’s heart as if they were floating on gentle clouds. Their spiritual minds felt refreshed, like spring blooming.
Thousands of petals from blossom trees and flowers scattered around her, filling the world with the fragrance of flora.
Gentle spirit creatures—floating butterflies, glowing deer, shimmering birds, and serene foxes—lifted their heads and ears, humming softly as they enjoyed the performance.
Qing Luan was astonished. When did she practice to such a level? It had only been ten years since she began learning. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. This girl truly had talent for everything. She had chosen the right person to inherit her legacy.
Her gaze was full of appreciation.
Xiao Yun approached. With a thought, he altered the space, sealing the surroundings to allow her to practice freely.
Shenlian Yingyue kissed him gratefully and refocused on showcasing her skills to Qing Luan.
Xiao Yun watched her with indulgent, pampering eyes.
Soon, the soft melodies transformed. The tones remained gentle and soothing, yet carried a lethality capable of destroying thousands on a battlefield. Using soft tones to confuse and slay, what a powerful technique.
"You have a bright future, girl. I look forward to seeing it," Qing Luan nodded in appreciation.
Shenlian Yingyue did not disturb her further. After a brief conversation, Xiao Yun returned them to their previous location.
Qing Luan resumed her meditation under the Tree of Life, while Shenlian Yingyue and Xiao Yun went to pick fresh spiritual and divine fruits.
"Master, I’ll be back soon." Xiao Yun kissed her cheek affectionately, acting like a spoiled little cat, then retreated to a secluded area reserved exclusively for him.
Since obtaining the Ethereal Small World, none of them had entered that area, respecting Xiao Yun’s privacy.
Shenlian Yingyue did not intrude. She knew he harbored many secrets, and her current level did not allow her to interfere without risk.
She looked around. Her spiritual senses stretched outward, noticing everyone practicing. Zhiyi was studying more recipes in the kitchen, her brother was refining alchemy in his workshop, and Xiao Li and the others was training diligently.
The four primordial deities—Qing Long, Bai Hu, Xuan Wu, and Zhu Que—remained in seclusion. She did not enter the Sacred Land area.
Though the Ethereal Small World and Sacred Land had merged, she still preferred calling the latter by its original name.
Turning around, her head collided with firm, hard pectoral muscles.
A strong hand reached for her slender waist. Time seemed to pause. Her soft body pressed against his, his lips curling playfully.
Shenlian Yingyue froze. She met his phoenix-like golden eyes that glimmered with blue light. They could smell each other’s scent.
"Bu Si Shu, why are you here?" she exclaimed, stepping back and dropping a dozen fruits. The area belonged to orchards and fields of spiritual and divine fruits.
He was supposed to remain in his silver-blue Ancient Tree, practicing the flute spell. What was he doing here?
"What? Are you so unwelcoming to me? You crashed into me, I held you, and where is your gratitude?" Bu Si Shu’s lips curled into an unreadable expression, accusing her of being ungrateful.
Shenlian Yingyue: "..."
When she first met him at Abyssal Throne Ruins in the Demon Realm, he had not been like this. The longer she stayed with him, the more she realized appearances and identities could be deceiving.
Human personalities could change, so why not those of other beings?
