Chapter 129: Me

Accompanying someone is a technical skill, but when the person who needs your company doesn't require you to be particularly considerate, it becomes the simplest thing in the world.

The Demon Realm also had normally gathered cities. In the clear light of day, there were always people who sustained a "normal life"; people came and went, and various items were a feast for the eyes. At first glance, it was no different from the mortal realm.

Unlike the elegant and ethereal style favored by the cultivation world, the accessories here were mostly of brilliant, gaudy colors, as if they were using all their strength to seize one's gaze.

Zora browsed for a while, as if taking a stroll.

The appearance of the two attracted gazes from the shadows. After they passed through a deserted small alley and stepped out again, the corpses of those who had attempted to ambush them from behind had already dissolved into bloody water, and the prying eyes abruptly decreased.

Zora walked in front. When she could no longer find anything fun, she turned her head and said to him, "It's very boring here."

She looked as if she had only just remembered that she was here to accompany him today.

Vane looked down at her and did not speak.

The two faced each other at the mouth of the alley. Zora waited for a while—she had remembered the fact that she was here to accompany him, which she had forgotten halfway through, so she waited seriously in place for him to speak.

Zora looked at him: "..."

Vane blinked, smiled slightly, but did not speak.

Mhm...

Finding that he indeed had no suggestions to offer, Zora nodded and said directly, "Let's go back."

This time, Vane spoke: "Okay."

The thousands upon thousands of years of a cultivator's life were truly long; in fact, most of the time was spent repeating the same dull day.

There were even cultivators who went mad with boredom halfway through their journey. Some people couldn't sit still in a private school as children, found working life tedious, and their interest in anything lasted only three minutes; they would destroy their own Dantian after a hundred years of cultivation and die naturally of old age.

Some felt that living too long was truly meaningless. They spoke of cultivating the Dao and being steadfast in their path, but it was impossible to be resistant to everything—they weren't fanatics.

However, none of this had anything to do with the two of them. Zora's temperament was such that she would never give up her life herself no matter what. Vane had a strong ambition to climb higher and also had the ability to cause trouble; moreover, when he was busy circling around Zora now, he had no time to think of anything else.

It was already night when they returned to the Immortal-Slaying Pavilion. The surroundings were deserted; everyone had been assigned tasks and was busy doing them. The most idle person was actually the one in the highest position.

The moonlight was clear and bright, and an all-encompassing chill set in. Thus, as soon as they entered the room, the two naturally kissed together.

If Vane was a person of many schemes whose mind had more holes than the fine caves on a Demon Realm sand slope, then at this moment, he was like the simplest person in the world.

Thinking of nothing, or rather, only thinking of one thing.

Zora was not an ordinary person who was skilled in calculation or would think thrice before acting. Sometimes she acted more on instinct, which might give people the illusion that she was a beast, but Vane knew she was not.

After all, how could a person truly become a wild beast? Unless they had never seen a person since childhood and were raised by real animals.

She was just a bit more pure, a bit more serious, and a bit more cute than ordinary people.

Thinking this, the inconspicuous philtrum on Vane's thin lips had already been bitten, neither too hard nor too light.

It wasn't hard because there was no taste of blood; it wasn't light because he already felt the pain.

Zora, however, felt that his moist licking was more lingering, as if he was becoming more and more obsessed; nothing could interrupt his clamorous impulse.

The night was silent and the surroundings dark. He seemed to have stripped away all disguises and all thoughts, only following the deepest love in his heart. Only when Zora tentatively and cautiously opened her divine sense did his divine sense frantically ignore all potential dangers and merge with hers all at once.

This was the wholehearted trust of a suspicious person; he was even impatient.

Clothing fell to the ground piece by piece. Zora looked at the slight redness at the corners of his eyes and bit his face again out of curiosity.

Then she wrapped her arms around his waist and stared at him.

Vane paused, lowered his head, and also bit her face. His action was much lighter than hers; rather than saying he bit her, it was more like he used his teeth to pinch her cheek, lightly scraping the skin and bringing a wave of itchiness.

Neither spoke. When Zora bit his shoulder where the clothing had been removed, Vane also lowered his head, veiled his eyes, and rubbed his ear against hers, their necks intimately entwining.

He wanted to say something, but his affection was so deep that he didn't know what would be accurate to say; he only called her name.

"Zora." The youth kissed the side of her neck. It was clearly a touch-and-go contact, yet his breath remained stickily attached to her skin, dense and pervasive.

Even while doing this, he didn't forget to ask.

"Is this comfortable? ...Should I be a bit heavier?"

Clearly his powers of observation were astonishing, yet he still had to ask aloud. And Zora, for her part, was extremely direct—she said whatever she was asked. Her breath was unsteady but she was indeed honest. Before she even had time to offer a suggestion, Vane adjusted himself to perfection, and then she stopped speaking again.

The fusion of divine senses was even more intense than physical pleasure, making even the nerves tremble.

Before Zora completely lost control, Vane's divine sense overflowed and scattered first, as if exploding, appearing as though his emotions were lost in a maze.

Within a radius of several miles, there was a momentary sense of awe; several passing subordinates were suppressed on the perimeter for a few breaths before they felt that involuntarily radiated deterrence recede.

Tender and burning love needed to be truly touched and felt to barely fill the hollow sense of security.

The contact of skin to skin allowed Vane to truly perceive her will.

—She was willing for him to stay, and she did not mind his affection.

He had thought that the Union was the greatest consolation, but the actual contact of flesh was also an excitement one could not help but be obsessed with. His heart, like his divine sense, lost control; his eyes watched her without blinking. Even when he leaned down, he wanted to lift his eyes to gaze at her flushed cheeks and slightly narrowed amber eyes.

In that moment, everything from the past was forgotten; only the present remained.

...

A long time passed, reaching the end.

When Zora was so comfortable that a few drops of physiological tears fell, he also followed suit and shed them for some mysterious reason.

Cool droplets of water dripped onto Zora's neck and then quickly slid down. She rubbed her eyes to wipe away her tears, and her blurred vision became clear.

Zora looked at him, and he looked at Zora.

Her crying had quite a sense of harmlessness, like a fuzzy ball of yarn. Her features were not restrained at all; her mouth pursed for a while, bit for a while, and then pursed again, the flesh of her cheeks bulging slightly along with it.

Zora didn't go thinking about the reasons for crying that she used to be most interested in, because she had just haphazardly wiped her eyes; her eyelashes were also moist and quite messy.

Vane, on the other hand, was very restrained. He merely tilted his eyebrows down slightly, the corners of his eyes crimson, but his dark eyes, which were usually unfathomable, seemed to be speaking at this moment, making his whole face reveal a flavor of fragility and piteousness.

His eyes were asking "Did I do well," and saying "I am so happy I've lost myself."

This complex emotion—both joyful and afraid of not doing well enough, both satisfied and not satisfied enough—was something Zora clearly did not analyze.

She crudely summarized it as—

He seemed very moved.

Cultivators naturally wouldn't feel sore from doing this, but the divine sense was different; after the entanglement came endless fatigue.

Zora rubbed her eyes again. There were faint tooth marks on her wrist.

When doing such a thing, when the affection was deep, one would bite everywhere; even though it was only the first time experiencing it, the two tacitly bit wantonly midway through.

There was one on Vane's ear, and the rest were concentrated on his upper body at the shoulders and neck; she really liked to lower her head and bite when they embraced—it was more convenient.

On Zora's body, they were distributed particularly evenly; there were even lightly sunken marks on the inside of her thighs.

She withdrew her divine sense and yawned. Vane then lowered his head to lick away the tears he had dropped on her body. Zora gave a soft sound and, as if returning the favor, raised her hand to casually wipe away the water marks on his face.

She then fell asleep. Vane watched her for a long time before he withdrew his turbulent divine sense. He didn't feel sleepy at all, yet he still held her and closed his eyes.