Everything came way too fast here, leaving Ling Yue lost on what to do. By the time sheâs recovered, a pair of powerful arms were already shielding her body from that intense heat.
âWu Chong?â Itâs no wonder she found this disciple of the Fire Wielder Sect so familiar, heâs Wu Chong, the bastard.
When they rolled into the Bhuddism Cauldron, Ling Yueâs nose quickly picked up on the familiar scent of this man, bringing her to the truth immediately.
Despite the question, Ling Yue didnât get a proper answer here; instead, she only heard a low heavy grunt from the man after they landed.
Scanning her surroundings, what came into view wasnât what she expected. Thereâs no raging flame, thereâs no searing heat â though she and Wu Chong did suffer quite a bit of burn from the initial entry â thereâs only an open grasslandâ¦
It canât be, this place is like her own cauldron? A special dimension inside?
Before she can think further on this strange dilemma, the man suddenly collapsed on her. Only now did Ling Yue realize how serious Wu Chongâs injuries are. She herself only got off with a few burns here and there, but Wu Chong on the other hand⦠Letâs just say even that golden mask was singed on the edges.
As much as she wanted to catch the unconscious man here in this state, she canât, because Wu Chong apparently had no qualms about exerting a ridiculous amount of force even when unconscious. Like a crabâs claw, those embracing arms wouldnât let go no matter what.
This left her in quite the bind. After much struggling and a hell lot of squirming downward to areas she most certainly didnât want to touch, Ling Yue finally broke free.
Normally she be quite mad after getting stuck in that embarrassing position, but out of consideration for the save, plus the manâs practically in a coma here, she can only resist the urge and tend to those wounds.
As bad tempered and for all the fault this man has done, Ling Yue had to admit, Wu Chong was quite the handsome fella when heâs unconscious â even if that mask had covered a good portion of that face.
Curious, a strange idea suddenly came to her for who knows why. What if I take that mask off? But donât they say the Ghost Emperor is really ugly?
Stuck in-between satisfying her curiosity first or to save the man on the ground, her gaze inexplicable fell onto the swords floating there next to them. It seems the eight swords that was once used as a medium to seal the Bhuddism Cauldron had acknowledged Wu Chong as their new master.
Now sheâs done it. In her brief moment of recess, Ling Yue simply couldnât resist her inner demon and drove herself to the dark side. Her argument, she can just use her spirit smoke to solve the issue right after she takes a sneak peek underneath that mask!
After all, how often do one get the opportunity to do something like this? Demask the Ghost Emperor himself, the man who slaughtered thousands!
Listening to that steady breathing, Ling Yue braved herself and slowly moved that hand forward. Cold to the touch from the metal, the sensation was both nerve racking and exciting.
Then at the most critical moment of her act, those tightly knit eyes suddenly popped open!
Their eyes collided, meeting each other head on.
To be caught red handed like this, Ling Yue could only awkwardly retrieve her hand while making an embarrassed smile.
âYou really want to see my face that much?â With his heavy injuries, Wu Chong stands himself up without the slightest hint of the problem.
This man, even under such circumstances, heâs still so alarmingly strongâ¦
âYou are awake? Who said I want to look! I only wanted to rub some of the dirt off your mask.â Untrue in her words, Ling Yue shifts her gaze to the side while constantly sneaking a peek left and right. Sheâs super curious!
In Wu Chongâs view, the image he had of Ling Yue was a sneaky little fox, constantly scheming and plotting like a woman unbefitting her young age. Then at odd times, she would revert back to the inexperienced and foolish young girl that she was, showing everything in that face.
âYour mouth isnât honest, but those eyes sure is. Believe me, you absolutely wouldnât want to see my true face.â Due to being smoked in the throat, Wu Chongâs voice sounded a bit harsher, giving him a huskier toneâ¦
Having said that, he paused again because the injuries he sustained from entry was far more than what he expected.
Whether it be his limbs, his chest, his whole body had sustained some level of intensive burn. To make matters worse, Ling Yue can only heal the internal injuries with her spirit smoke and not something external like these burns.
Though she does have some herbs in her pocket dimension she can tap into, but with Wu Chong awake and all, she canât exactly disappear in front of the man like itâs nothing. The Red Mist Sky was her biggest secret, no way she will leak this to the world!
Fortunately, burns are burns. Considering Wu Chongâs physical constitution, he only needs to endure for the next few days before he makes a full recovery.
On the other hand, thereâs a rather more immediate concern that needs to be taken care of. After enduring the flames from the Bhuddism Cauldron, Wu Chongâs disguise had been broken, reverting him back to his old, tall, handsome self.
Needless to say, with that new height and stature, the old clothes naturally wouldnât fit. Aside from the small portion of the pant thatâs still there â though very tight and bulging â everywhere else had been ripped. This left that fine specimen of a body completely exposed and for Ling Yue to ogle for all she wants.
The man himself didnât mind it at all, in fact the indecent look didnât even register on his mind, rather itâs Ling Yue whoâs very uncomfortable right now.
âCan you not move around so much.â She had tried very hard not to look, but she simply canât avert her gaze away from that unbelievable body.
Though itâs not the first time Ling Yue came into contact with partially naked people, but those were all done under the premise of seeing a sick patient, this was especially true for Feng Shen when she undressed him for healing.
It must be said, Wu Chongâs body was truly extraordinary. Bulging in areas that should be bulging, long in areas that should be long, and those abs! Oh heaven, those abs!
If she werenât so embarrassed to look right now, Ling Yue would really want to rush up there and start touching that stomach and that six pack.
However, nothing in this world was perfect. Like Feng Shenâs strange markings, Wu Chong also had a strange tattoo on that body, but in a dark bluish green color.
The patterns definitely reminded her of Feng Shenâs, but thatâs impossible because the markings arenât the same. Itâs not like the oneâs here.
While she was stuck in deep contemplation, the manâs voice abruptly breaks it.
âAre you done ogling me yet? If not then I can let you touch it too so you can enjoy it as much as you want.â Coming in front of Ling Yue with only inches between them, Wu Chong looks down at the girl with the most devious smirk ever.