Chapter 115: Have You Been Possessed?

Chapter 115: Were You Possessed?

Xie Ren said coldly, "Those who achieve great things don't bother with trivialities."

Shen Lian gave a knowing smile. "So other cultivators' lives are lives, but my friends' lives aren't?"

Xie Ren turned around and said coldly, "A few lives mean nothing compared to the good of the world."

"What about you, then?" Shen Lian stared at Xie Ren. "If saving the world required you to die, would you be willing?"

To Shen Lian's surprise, Xie Ren answered without hesitation. "Yes."

Shen Lian was stunned.

Xie Ren gave a slight nod. "Even if it means death and the end of my existence, don't compare your petty personal feelings with mine."

Shen Lian snapped out of it. "Lofty words."

"Believe it or not," Xie Ren said, looking completely unbothered, then turned and left.

Shen Lian suddenly spoke up. "Why are you looking for Yan Huaixuan? Hasn't he already left your sect?"

Xie Ren paused and said coldly, "That's none of your business."

With that, Xie Ren turned and disappeared.

Shen Lian was left alone in the room. He realized the room was sealed with barriers and restrictions—he couldn't get out, and he couldn't send any messages either.

If this wasn't imprisonment, what was?

Shen Lian frowned and sat down on the chair, but throwing a fit now was clearly pointless.

As Shen Lian was lost in thought, night fell, and suddenly a sound broke the silence.

Shen Lian wondered who it was. He snapped his eyes open and saw a figure standing before the bed.

"Yan Huaixuan?"

Shen Lian instinctively sat up, but when he met the smile in Yan Huaixuan's eyes, he realized he'd looked way too eager for Yan Huaixuan to show up.

He sat up straight, his jaw tight. "How did you get in? Don't you know the Tianheng Sect is after you?"

Yan Huaixuan walked over and sat down beside him. "Right now, I'm just an avatar—or you could call me a shadow."

Hearing that, Shen Lian froze.

"However, the Tianheng Sect will not harm you," Yan Huaixuan said. "Even though Xie Ren is strict and rigid in his ways, he wouldn't just kill people without cause."

Hearing that, a sneer curled at the corner of Shen Lian's lips. "Not kill people without cause? Kong Yun and He Ci were almost beaten to death by them, and you didn't know?"

If he hadn't revealed at the last second that he was the alchemy cultivator every sect was hunting for, Xie Ren might have actually killed Kong Yun.

When Yan Huaixuan stayed silent, Shen Lian scoffed. "Though I bet you'd be happy if He Ci got beaten to death."

Yan Huaixuan looked at him. "We finally meet, and you want to argue with me?"

Shen Lian was caught off guard. He looked up at Yan Huaixuan.

For some reason, he caught a strange look in Yan Huaixuan's eyes.

But what it was, Shen Lian couldn't tell, and he couldn't quite grasp it.

He couldn't help but say, "Then you can leave. I didn't ask you to come in. Anyway, whenever you're with me, we always end up arguing."

Even as he said it, only Shen Lian knew his words didn't sound like before.

Yan Huaixuan sighed and pulled Shen Lian into his embrace. "But I don't want to fight with you."

Shen Lian paused.

Yan Huaixuan leaned close to Shen Lian's ear and whispered, "I want to have more good times with you."

Hearing that, Shen Lian's brows furrowed deeply. "Who wants to have good times with you? Don't flatter yourself."

"Is that so?" But this time, Yan Huaixuan wasn't fazed by Shen Lian's words at all.

He leaned in, took Shen Lian's hand, and pressed it against his own face. "A Lian, if that's really how you feel, then why won't you look at me?"

Shen Lian's whole body went stiff.

"A Lian, deep down, you've already decided to give me a chance, haven't you?"

Shen Lian's eyes flew open, his pupils shrinking.

Because he realized that when Yan Huaixuan said that, his first reaction wasn't to deny it.

But wouldn't that mean everything in the past was a joke?

Hadn't he sworn he'd never give Yan Huaixuan another chance?

Wasn't he just slapping himself in the face now?

Shen Lian tried to pull his hand back, still saying, "You're overthinking—"

Before he could finish, his chin was grabbed, and Shen Lian was forced to turn his head.

He met Yan Huaixuan's eyes.

Their eyes locked, and Shen Lian fell into the deep, dark depths of Yan Huaixuan's gaze.

Those frost-colored eyes seemed to see straight through Shen Lian.

Shen Lian's first instinct was to look away. To change the subject, he blurted, "What does the Tianheng Sect want from you?"

But this time, Yan Huaixuan didn't give him a chance to dodge. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed Shen Lian directly on the lips.

Shen Lian's breath hitched. He should have pushed Yan Huaixuan away.

But his hands seemed frozen, unable to move.

Shen Lian's eyes stung.

Yan Huaixuan let out a low chuckle. He gently nipped at Shen Lian's soft lips, like a feather brushing by.

A shiver ran deep through Shen Lian's body.

This was the first time he'd kissed Yan Huaixuan without a fight.

Seeing that he wasn't resisting, Yan Huaixuan's kiss gradually grew more demanding.

At first, it was merely sucking on Shen Lian's lips, but now it had turned into forcing his way past Shen Lian's teeth.

Shen Lian still wanted to put up one last resistance, tightly pressing his lips together.

He told himself in his heart: no more of this.

He was supposed to have cut ties with Yan Huaixuan completely.

Yan Huaixuan didn't get angry. He simply extended his tongue, gently licking Shen Lian's lips, over and over, with a probing, unyielding dominance.

Every spot his tongue touched seemed to tingle.

Shen Lian's eyes gradually grew misty.

He couldn't imagine where someone like Yan Huaixuan had learned such moves.

Until Yan Huaixuan's hand also moved to Shen Lian's lower back, and then, casually, pinched Shen Lian's waist dimples.

Shen Lian, caught off guard, opened his mouth with a muffled groan, "Yan—"

The next moment, his mouth was completely sealed shut.

Shen Lian's pupils contracted as Yan Huaixuan's tongue slipped in...

The underside of Shen Lian's tongue was gently scraped, sending a jolt of numbness straight to the top of his head.

That was when he finally remembered to push Yan Huaixuan away.

Unfortunately, his waist was locked in a firm grip.

Yan Huaixuan, who had been relatively gentle at first, was now kissing with growing intensity.

It crashed down on him like a violent storm, leaving Shen Lian almost no chance to react or catch his breath. This was nothing like the Yan Huaixuan he knew.

It was like he'd been possessed.

Wait, wasn't there an inner demon inside Yan Huaixuan? Could he really have been possessed?

But just as he tried to speak, Yan Huaixuan would go even further and suck on his tongue.

This time, Yan Huaixuan didn't even stir wildly in his mouth. Instead, he held Shen Lian's tongue and pulled it into his own mouth.

"Mmm..."

Shen Lian's head was warm and fuzzy. He felt as if his tongue had become some kind of sugar cake, or maybe a soft candy.

Otherwise, why would Yan Huaixuan be biting and sucking on it like that?

His nose was filled with the pleasant scent of fresh snow from Yan Huaixuan, which should have been the lonely and cold aura of a high mountain, but now it carried a hint of sticky desire.

It seemed to want to envelop Shen Lian entirely.