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Finest Servant Chapter 443
🕑 Added 2023-09-06 15:28:53 +0000 UTCChapter 443 Lighting a Fire
He pondered for a long while, cautiously saying, "Theoretically, I should go back because Qingxuan, Qiaoqiao, and my unborn child are all waiting for me there. But emotionally, I want to spend more time with you. Sister, if you were me, what would you do?"
Fairy Ning looked at him and said softly, "You're quite slippery, turning the topic back to ask me. Your heart is your own; who can control you?"
Ning Yuxi's expression remained indifferent, but a tinge of melancholy was visible in her eyes that she couldn't quite conceal. Lin Wanrong felt a pang of heartache. He quietly grasped her small hand and ventured, "Sister, why don't we go down the mountain together—"
"Go down the mountain?" Ning Yuxi's face revealed a trace of bitterness. She nestled into his arms and murmured, "Up here on this isolated peak, we're just a man and a woman—not Master of Qingxuan, nor husband of her either—free from the world's vendettas. I can be happy and carefree only when I'm with you. But if we go down—" She paused, unable to continue.
Lin Wanrong pulled her delicate frame into his arms, lightly kissed her hair, and laughed loudly. "So what if we go down? Happiness is something you have to fight for yourself. We've been honest with each other and never committed any atrocities. Even Heaven can't control us. I don't care about other people's opinions."
"But what about Qingxuan? Wouldn't she care?" Tears filled Ning Yuxi's face as she wept silently. "Even if she doesn't care—I do! I'm her Master, and you and I share a blood feud. We've broken taboos—"
"What taboos?!" Lin Wanrong stood up, his eyebrows arching in anger. "What taboos could there be between you and me? Yes, you're Qingxuan's Master, but you're also my Fairy Sister. I've never called you 'Master.' In my eyes, you're a Fairy Sister, not a Master. We are a single woman and a devoted man, mutually in love, neither kin nor trivial. Not even Heaven would dare to separate us. What talk is there of taboos?"
"But how would the world see it—"
"What world?" Lin Wanrong swung his sleeve and shouted, "Who is the world? Who can speak for the world? Sister, it's ridiculous. For someone as divine as you, you're less open-minded than a mere mortal like me. Life is but a fleeting moment; how can we live for others? If we can't even fight for our own happiness, what's the point of living?"
He cupped his hands around his mouth and, using all his strength, yelled across the empty valley, "Let the whole world hear me—let the whole world hear me! I, Lin Wanrong, love Ning Yuxi! I love my Fairy Sister, and I will marry her and love her forever, taking care of her for all eternity! Should I break this vow, may I be struck by lightning, pierced by a thousand arrows, suffer unbearable agony, and meet an untimely end—"
Exerting all the strength he could muster, his voice traveled far and wide, echoing through the vacant valley, faintly reverberating, "—I love my Fairy Sister—will love her forever—take care of her forever—should I break this vow—meet an untimely end—"
"You've gone mad—" Fairy Ning hastily covered his mouth. Tears streamed down her face as she hid in his embrace, her shoulders trembling violently. She wore a smile that clashed with her tears and was choked with emotion, as if on the verge of fainting.
"I'm not mad!" Lin Wanrong gently stroked her hair and spoke softly, "Reputation, honor—these things are worthless in my eyes. Happiness is what truly matters. If one day you choose to leave me in secret, I'll write a love letter, make a million copies, and distribute them door to door. Aren't you afraid of people knowing? I'll announce it to the world that the elegant, fairy-like Ning Yuxi is the woman I, Lin Wanrong, adore as my wife. That we were blessed with seven sons and eight daughters, among them a pair of twins. I'll make sure you can never be a 'fairy' ever again! You know how ruthless I can be, so don't doubt my determination."
Ning Yuxi's face flushed with both sweetness and bitterness in her heart. She pounded his chest and wept, "Seven sons and eight daughters, twins? You wicked rogue, always bullying me like this—just kill me!"
Lin Wanrong chuckled, "Not seven sons and eight daughters? Would it be eight sons and seven daughters then? Ah, it seems I remembered wrong. Your memory is certainly better."
This man had no shame. Ning Yuxi felt a profound sense of helplessness. Facing him, all her strategies seemed to fail. Yet, his cheerful, shamelessly domineering attitude filled her with a joy she couldn't resist.
After talking for a while, Ning Yuxi's mood gradually calmed down. Regarding the matter of leaving the mountain, she neither shook her head nor nodded, leaving her true thoughts a mystery.
In the past, Lin Wanrong could easily deal with Qingxuan using shameless tricks, but Fairy Ning was different. She had devoted herself to rigorous cultivation from a young age and faced far more trials. Her resolve was incomparable to ordinary people, so Lin Wanrong dared not pressure her excessively.
As dusk settled, the flickering light from a burning fire on the opposite peak faintly glowed. He wondered anxiously about the situation with Qingxuan and her companions. Casting a glance toward the opposite peak, Lin Wanrong was torn between conflicting emotions—an uncommon experience for someone usually so decisive. Sensing his inner turmoil, Ning Yuxi's eyes dimmed as she lowered her head in silence.
The mountain was full of exotic flowers and fruits, and with Ning Yuxi's extraordinary knowledge, they had no trouble finding delicious fruits. They would never go hungry if they stayed here for a lifetime.
"It's late. Let's go inside," said Fairy Ning, who had spent the day both crying and laughing. Though not physically tired, she felt emotionally drained. She gently pulled Lin Wanrong's hand and smiled softly.
"Alright, alright," Lin Wanrong nodded hurriedly, feeling as if he'd received an unexpected favor. He grinned, "Let's quickly go into the cave—our room."
Ning Yuxi's face flushed, and she slapped him, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm a cultivator, I can't indulge in worldly desires. Who would want to be with you—" She let out a light 'tch' and couldn't continue.
"I know, I know," Lin Wanrong laughed heartily. "Cultivators don't call it a bridal chamber, they call it dual cultivation. Essentially, it's the same thing. I get it, I get it."
"Scoundrel!" Fairy Ning glared at him, her face flushed, and chided softly, "What dual cultivation? I am practicing spiritual arts, not Daoist rituals. I am no different from an ordinary person."
"In that case, we should be talking about the bridal chamber!" Lin Wanrong nodded, "I was just saying, the bridal chamber is much more straightforward and universally understood!" Hearing his nonsensical rambling, Fairy Sister blushed and shot him a glance before she hurriedly pulled him inside the cave.
He had been in and out of this stone cave dozens of times, but this one time felt the most exhilarating. Holding Fairy Sister's delicate hand and admiring her exquisite figure and peerless beauty, he might have abandoned everything to stay with her on this mountain forever, had he not already had loving wives waiting at home.
As they reached the entrance of the stone chamber, Lin Wanrong paused out of habit. Ning Yuxi glanced at him, her cheeks tinged with a slight red hue. "What are you doing? Haven't you had enough sleep on that cold stone floor?"
What did she mean? Elated, Lin Wanrong saw Ning Yuxi had already left him behind and entered the chamber.
He hurriedly followed her in, only to find Fairy Ning gracefully using the tip of her sword to flick on a dimmer switch, illuminating the room. As she turned her head, her cheeks appeared as if they had been lightly brushed with rouge, a captivating blend of pink and red, utterly enchanting.
Ning Yuxi sat on the edge of the stone bed. She beckoned him with a soft wave of her hand, "Come over here!"
Bridal chamber or dual cultivation? He had never seen such a stunningly tender celestial being. Lin Wanrong's heart pounded uncontrollably. He swiftly leapt to the edge of the stone bed, sitting closely beside Ning Yuxi, the subtle fragrance emanating from her body delighting his senses.
Ning Yuxi's face was flushed, her expression gentle. She placed her hands on his chest and slowly leaned into his embrace, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm concerned you might catch a chill outside, not that I want to—” Her voice trailed off as she lowered her eyelids, her cheeks burning against his chest, unable to speak.
Good heavens, how could he possibly not misunderstand? Fairy Sister's soft, boneless body nestled against him felt like a piece of precious silk that could slip away at any moment. Her full breasts pressed against his chest were indescribably plump and soft, while her long, tense legs were pressed against his, creating an indescribably intoxicating sensation through inadvertent friction.
"What, what do you want to do with me?" Lin Wanrong's voice quivered as he gently caressed the soft curve of Fairy Sister's waist.
"You shameless rogue!" Ning Yuxi's face was suffused with blush, her body limp in his arms as if drained of all her strength, her own heartbeat loud in her ears, "I have been practicing rigorously for years, you—you cannot ruin me—ah—"
His heated hands had already slipped under her clothes, caressing her smooth, jade-like back. Her heartbeat quickened, her lips parted, a mist forming in her eyes.
"Rogue!" She suddenly let out a soft cry, two tear drops rolling down her beautiful cheeks, falling silently.
Startled, Lin Wanrong looked up to find Ning Yuxi biting her red lips, her eyes clouded like rain, large tear drops falling one by one. Her face expressed a mixture of joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, her beauty both poignant and heartrending.
"Sister—" Lin Wanrong stared in a daze, catching a glimpse of the faint sorrow in her eyes. A profound sense of guilt surged within him. ‘I'm really such a base creature.’ Fairy Ning had an unparalleled resolve, and she had recently experienced a roller coaster of emotions, falling from the heavens to the mortal realm with no cushion in between. Anyone would be unable to bear such a turn of events. Lin Wanrong quickly embraced her tightly and sheepishly said, "Sister, I was only teasing you. Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"
Ning Yuxi suddenly bit his arm and sobbed, "You are exactly that kind of person, do you think I don't know?"
‘I'll endure it!’ Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, keeping silent. After a moment, Ning Yuxi suddenly lifted her tear-streaked face. Though her visage was awash in tears, she was enchantingly beautiful as she gazed at him with a heartfelt smile. "Little thief, thank you!"
"Thank me for what?" Lin Wanrong asked in bewilderment.
Fairy Ning nestled her cheek against his chest, gently rubbing it, her face flushed in bashful emotion. She spoke softly, "Thank you for treating me this way. Making you restrain yourself must be the hardest thing in the world."
‘Is this praise or criticism?’ Lin Wanrong didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Seeing his puzzled expression, Ning Yuxi chuckled and shook her head, guiding his hand to her waist as a flush rose on her face. "Since you've pulled me into the mortal world, I can no longer be a fairy. Why worry then?"
"No worries, no worries!" Lin Wanrong chuckled, "The most precious moments should be saved for the best times. I'll just wait for our wedding night then."
"The wedding night?" Ning Yuxi murmured. Her rosy face turned slightly pale, and tears suddenly fell like rain. Her voice trembled like a mosquito, "Let's leave that to fate then. Little thief, hold me tighter, even tighter..."
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"I love Fairy Sister... if I break this oath... I will never die in peace..." On the cliff edge, Xiao Qingxuan was startled by an elusive voice carried by the intermittent mountain wind. She quickly strained her ears to listen, but the voice vanished. Anxiously, she grabbed Qiaoqiao's hand beside her. "Qiaoqiao, did you hear that? What was that sound?"
"Where's the sound? It's just the wind; I hear nothing."
"No, no, there was a sound, it must be My Dear, it must be him!" Miss Xiao became visibly excited, staring intently towards the opposite peak. "He must be there!"
Qiaoqiao glanced across to the opposite cliff; clouds and fog obscured the peak, making it impossible to see clearly. She hurriedly grabbed Xiao Qingxuan's hand, "Sister, Thousand-Forsake Peak is hundreds of feet away from us. Even if Big Brother shouted, the sound wouldn't reach us. Are you so smitten that you're delusional?"
"No, it has to be My Dear." A mist appeared in Xiao Qingxuan's eyes, "I heard him shout!"
"Really?" Qiaoqiao was skeptical, "Is Big Brother really there? What did he shout?"
"He said he—" Xiao Qingxuan paused and then shook her head, "No matter what he said, he must be there. Qiaoqiao, go down the mountain and inform Miss Xu right away!"
"Sister, is Big Brother really there?" Looking at the hurriedly retreating figure of Qiaoqiao as she descended the mountain, Luo Ning was filled with worry.
Xiao Qingxuan's expression was resolute, "There's no mistake. I heard my husband's voice; he must be there."
That night, Miss Xiao tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Just as dawn was breaking and she was about to close her eyes, an urgent report from a soldier came from outside the tent. "General's wife, terrible news—the opposing peak, the Thousand-Forsake Peak, is on fire!"
"What?!" Luo Ning felt a mixture of joy and shock. She quickly dressed along with Miss Xiao and rushed out. The sky was just beginning to lighten, but a thick plume of black smoke was slowly rising from Thousand-Forsake Peak, visible even from miles away.
Luo Ning leapt up and clapped her hands. "Big Brother—it must be a fire set by Big Brother!"
Miss Xiao stared intently for a long moment before gently shaking her head, her eyes slightly moist. "It's not My Dear, it's Master."
