The Game with Fairies

Li Muyang had never expected that this always cold and indifferent enforcement elder would cry in front of him.

His hand gently brushed across her cheek, tenderly wiping away her tears.

His careful movements were as if he were touching a delicate and fragile piece of art.

The woman held the back of his hand, stubborn and angry, looking up at him without averting her gaze.

Their eyes locked, and large tears continued to slide down Yan Xiaoru’s face.

The more Li Muyang wiped, the more her tears flowed.

Eventually, his fingers were completely soaked, but the woman refused to look away.

With tears streaming down her face, she looked at Li Muyang, appearing so vulnerable yet stubbornly unyielding.

Li Muyang, looking at her like this, sighed softly.

Li Muyang gently called out, his eyes sincere as he said, “Whether you believe it or not, I truly didn’t mean to insult you or take advantage of you.”

“After all, you are an elder of the Demonic Sect, a Divine Travel Realm cultivator. Although we are in a difficult situation now, we can’t stay here forever, and we will eventually leave.”

“Once we step out of this land where cultivation is suppressed, you could take my life in the blink of an eye.”

“So how could it be considered taking advantage of you…”

Li Muyang sighed, “My life is always in your hands.”

“You are the one in control of everything, the deity high above.”

“I am like a rat in the gutter, cautiously hiding, not daring to look directly at your brilliance until this opportunity arose for me to speak.”

“And what I’ve said is not to ask for anything or to scheme for anything.”

“I simply wanted to confirm your feelings and confirm your heart.”

“I don’t want to look back many years from now and realize that I missed out on a very sincere love.”

Li Muyang spoke earnestly, “Now that I have confirmed these feelings, that is enough for me.”

“I don’t expect you, Elder Yan, to respond to me. After today, you will still be an elder of the Demonic Sect, and I will still be an inner disciple of the Hall of Enforcement. Our relationship will not change.”

“I will not tell anyone about this, and I will keep it as my final secret until I take it to the grave.”

“Of course, Elder Yan, you can also choose to silence me by killing me.”

Li Muyang said this with a bitter smile, shaking his head, “But if you come to kill me, I will resist, I will run away, I won’t just submit to death.”

“But even if you want to kill me, I promise not to speak of today’s events. I will not tarnish your reputation, Elder Yan.”

Li Muyang spoke with utmost sincerity.

These were all his true thoughts.

Before deciding to clarify this matter, he had pondered it many times.

A relationship between a Demonic Sect elder and a mere inner disciple was impossible.

It would be a huge blow to Yan Xiaoru’s prestige and reputation.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It would also affect Li Muyang’s future life.

Once these words were spoken, many things would be irreversible.

Li Muyang was unsure whether things would develop for better or for worse.

But he didn’t want to be a fool for a lifetime.

He wanted to be sure, even if confirming this meant Yan Xiaoru really wanted to silence him, Li Muyang was prepared for it.

At worst, he would flee the Demon Refining Sect and start a new life with a different identity.

He had never thought of using Yan Xiaoru’s feelings to scheme for anything.

As Li Muyang finished pouring out his heart, Yan Xiaoru fell silent.

Looking at Li Muyang’s frank expression and listening to his earnest narration, Yan Xiaoru’s tears gradually stopped.

Finally, she slowly released Li Muyang’s hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes on her own, and said slowly.

“You are not a rat in the gutter…”

Looking at Li Muyang expressionlessly, Yan Xiaoru said, “If you are a rat in the gutter, then what am I? A fool who likes a gutter rat?”

This time, Yan Xiaoru finally admitted openly and seriously—she liked Li Muyang.

Looking at Li Muyang’s chiseled features and his youthful, handsome face, Yan Xiaoru murmured as if in a dream, “I never thought that one day I would fall for an outer disciple, a mere seventeen-year-old kid…”

Before Yan Xiaoru could finish her sentence, Li Muyang quietly corrected her, “I’m already eighteen.”

Yan Xiaoru shot him a fierce glance, “I know!”

Silence fell between them once again.

The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly became a little awkward, yet somewhat romantic.

Yan Xiaoru, with an expressionless face, gazed into the distance, speaking to the air as if talking to herself with Li Muyang beside her, “It’s impossible for anything to happen between us. I am an enforcement elder of the Demon Refining Sect, and you are just a disciple of the Demonic Sect.”

“Even though I do indeed admire you, have affection for you, and perhaps even feelings of love, there can be no outcome between us.”

“As for killing you to silence you, that would indeed solve everything.”

“But I can’t bring myself to do it, nor do I want to. That’s not how Yan Xiaoru operates.”

Yan Xiaoru continued with an emotionless tone, “You can just stay in the Hall of Enforcement. If you encounter any difficulties in your cultivation or face any problems, you can come to me for help.”

“Within my capabilities, I will try my best to assist you. After all, you have saved my life, and I enjoy your company and teaching you how to cultivate.”

“But our affair must remain a secret.”

“If you truly mean what you say, you should know how to truly care for me without causing harm.”

At this moment, Yan Xiaoru seemed to let go of all her burdens and worries, choosing to believe in Li Muyang’s words.

Her message was clear: she would still be Elder Yan, and Li Muyang would remain a disciple of the Demonic Sect.

There could be nothing between them. Yet she acknowledged her fondness for Li Muyang and the life-saving grace she had received from him, promising to look after him as much as she could in the future.

Seeing Yan Xiaoru like this, Li Muyang smiled. Seeing her no longer crying and reverting to her usual aloof and indifferent demeanor, he felt somewhat happy.

“Alright!”

Li Muyang had no intentions of scheming anything, and since Yan Xiaoru had spoken thus, he simply nodded in agreement. “I won’t cause any trouble for Elder Yan.”

Saying this, Li Muyang took a couple of steps toward Yan Xiaoru, and finally, under her wary and suspicious gaze, he stood before her.

Their eyes met, and Yan Xiaoru’s hands clenched subconsciously.

“What… what do you want to do?” Yan Xiaoru asked, staring at Li Muyang.

Even as a high-ranking elder of the Demonic Sect, she felt a bit guilty in front of this sunny and handsome young man.

Li Muyang opened his arms, sincere and innocent, and said, “I want a hug from you, Elder Yan.”

“What?!” Yan Xiaoru was stunned.

The request was so unexpected that she even doubted her own hearing.

But the next second, Li Muyang’s arms tightened, and they embraced each other closely.

In the tent, Li Muyang’s soft whisper could be heard, “Didn’t Elder Yan say it? As long as it’s within your power, you would help me… I’m so tired right now. I want to rest in Elder Yan’s embrace for a while to heal my weary soul.”

As Li Muyang’s words fell, Yan Xiaoru felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.

“You… rascal!” she scolded, utterly embarrassed.

She had not anticipated that this seemingly warm and sunny young man would be so bold.

After a few seconds of tension, the tent filled with the reluctant murmur of a woman, “Just… just a hug…”

What followed was the sound of Li Muyang’s happy, low chuckle. “Hehe…”