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"That's not what I meant. I can't afford to raise a deity. Aren't we supposed to meet Luo Dichen? I'll return you to him tomorrow."
Bi Qing shot him a glare, clinked her bowl, and burrowed into the blankets. Now it was Park Ji Jae's turn to hesitate.
He took his time washing the only two bowls they had, then went to feed the chickens again, wiped down the table, and swept the floor, but Bi Qing's gaze, peeking out from under the covers, remained fixed on him without moving.
As the night deepened, dark as ink, Park Ji Jae finally began to stack two benches together, preparing to lie down on them for a makeshift sleep.
There was only one bed and one blanket. He curled up tightly, suddenly nostalgic for the fluffy Dabai fox he used to hold every night.
A light cough broke the silence; it was Bi Qing reminding Park Ji Jae that she was aware of his thoughts. Instantly, he felt his ears heat up—this was too embarrassing. Right, he needed to ask the sect leader tomorrow how to break the Blood Pact.
Bi Qing lifted her blanket and calmly asked, "Why don't you come up here?"
"Uh... it's inappropriate for men and women to be too close."
"I'm a deity; you're a mortal. Don't you cultivators have something called Dual Cultivation? I can share some Celestial Marsh with you. But this bed is too hard; I doubt you'll gain much from Dual Cultivation here."
Park Ji Jae fell off the bench, his face turning as red as a ripe tomato in the field. "You... you... where did you learn that? Girls shouldn't say things like that!"
"I already told you I'm a deity; there aren't so many rules about what can or can't be said. Hurry up and come here, or I'll keep talking. I once saw a widow climbing over her wall in the middle of the night while I was in my Fox Form..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Park Ji Jae scrambled onto the bed, pressing himself against the edge as if he might fall off at any moment. "Can we sleep now?"
"This is the last night; tomorrow we have to go to Di Chen." Bi Qing decided to enjoy one last embrace from him and snuggled closer, awkwardly saying, "I'm cold."
The annoyingly loud person, for once, remained silent and simply wrapped his arms around her.
The next day, a fierce wind rose.
Bi Qing followed Park Ji Jae up the mountain. After walking for a while, she playfully asked to be carried. The thought of soon meeting her crush, Luo Di Chen, made her heart race.
However, the situation that unfolded was truly unexpected for Bi Qing. As soon as they entered the gates of the Chongqing Sect, everyone cast strange and unfriendly glances their way.
She perked up her fox ears and listened; it seemed they were whispering among themselves:
"This Fox Demon has quite the nerve to seek her own demise..."
"Park Ji Jae really dares to take in anything; doesn't he fear being drained dry by that demon?"
"Hahaha, so this is what they mean by dying with style."
"Park Ji Jae brought the Fox Demon to see Brother Luo on purpose, knowing full well that Brother Luo despises all demons."
Bi Qing couldn't help but pout—I'm not a Fox Demon! I'm clearly a fox immortal! She felt a bit wronged and wanted to cry.
Suddenly, she felt warmth on her ears as Park Ji Jae covered them with his hands. "It's the coldest time of year at the end of winter and beginning of spring. With such strong winds today, you must be freezing. Let me warm you up."
What a silly excuse. Bi Qing lowered her gaze and thought: Park Ji Jae is actually quite nice; if it weren't for Luo Di Chen, I might even fall for him.
Park Ji Jae suddenly released his hold and turned his head away. "Sigh, how does this Luo Di Chen have no sense of time at all—" His flushed ears betrayed him; it turned out that the Blood Pact had unknowingly bound them closely together.
The wind howled fiercely, but the sudden turn of events was more painful than the gusts against her face—
Luo Dichen arrived, wielding a rare sword that glimmered with a familiar yet foreign light, thrusting it straight towards Bi Qing.
Bi Qing's eyes widened. The gentle man she had met once had transformed into someone so violent. She stood frozen, watching as the sword approached her.
She felt no pain; when she focused, she realized it was Park Ji Jae who had caught the blade with his hand, blood dripping down, yet his grip remained firm.
With a reckless grin, he said, “Brother Luo, this greeting is too cool, don’t you know who she is?”
Luo Dichen’s once gentle face now resembled a coffin lid, his voice cold as ice: “The Xuanqing Sword has been restless since this morning; it sensed that today was the day to slay demons. Park Ji Jae, are you out of your mind? Why are you protecting a Fox Demon?”
Park Ji Jae shrugged. “I remember what you said back then—that she truly belongs to you, right? A man must keep his word.” Besides, she only wants to be with you.
“Park Ji Jae, our duty is to slay demons and protect the people, to cultivate and ascend. Do you know why the Sect Leader expelled you? Count how many demons you’ve actually slain. Fine, I’ll let you take this one.” Luo Dichen released the Xuanqing Sword. “Go on, kill her.”
The man who had once captivated her at first sight held three red berries in his hand and asked her, “Little Fox, are you hungry?”
His beautiful lips still bore the crimson stain of the berries, but how could the same lips utter such cruel words?
He intended to kill her?
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