The Fainting Autumn, Changed

Aside from Mei Xue's side, other areas had also made some progress.

The swamp region.

"What? You're saying this demon can't attack continuously?"

A group of martial artists stared in astonishment at the timid-looking Bai Lian.

She shrank behind Bai Jun, peeking out with a pitiful expression before nodding softly. "Mm... Lian-Lian is actually very sensitive to rule-based things like this."

"I noticed that every time the demon moves, it follows a certain pattern—it only attacks one target at a time."

"That target could be a person... or an entire area."

Hearing this, one of the martial artists sucked in a sharp breath, gulped, and said, "You're not suggesting... that some of us should lure the monster while the rest rush to the other side, are you?"

Before Bai Lian could respond, some of them erupted in anger.

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Who would believe such baseless speculation?!"

"What if there’s more than one demon in the swamp?"

"Wouldn’t we all just be throwing our lives away?"

"Shut your mouth, brat! You don’t get a say here!"

Bai Lian: "......"

Outwardly, she wore a frightened expression.

But inwardly, she had already memorized every single one of them.

Trash, trash, trash.

How dare these nobodies talk to me like that?! So infuriating!

Trash, trash, trash, trash!

Heh, in that case... don’t blame me for what happens next~

With that thought, Bai Lian quietly activated her ability.

You fools, go be bait for me~

.........

.........

In stark contrast to the martial artists embroiled in chaos...

By a quiet, undisturbed stream, the atmosphere between Leng Qingqiu and Gu Yan grew tense yet filled with an undeniable intimacy.

Gu Yan reached out and gently wrapped an arm around Leng Qingqiu’s waist, pulling her close.

Her cheeks flushed a delicate pink, her heartbeat quickened—but deep down, there was an inexplicable sense of anticipation.

Anticipation...? So, was she actually looking forward to this with Gu Yan?

"Qingqiu, I’ve said this so many times already..."

"But I’ll say it again."

Gu Yan cupped her face, lowering his head slightly. "To me, you’re the most adorable girl in this world."

As his words fell, their lips met in a tender kiss.

Leng Qingqiu’s body stiffened slightly, but the kiss was soft and lingering. Even though she couldn’t see Gu Yan, her heightened perception made her feel as if their souls had intertwined.

It was... pleasant. Happy.

The world around them seemed to freeze, the only sound being the gentle murmur of the stream, as if adding a touch of romance to the moment.

Words felt utterly unnecessary now.

[Another me, my perception has improved again.]

Only "Little Cold" paid attention to the enhancement in perception.

Leng Qingqiu was completely lost in the joy of kissing Gu Yan, her thoughts tinged with bashfulness.

By the tranquil stream, even the sound of her heartbeat was audible.

The leaves rustled faintly, as if composing a silent melody for the lovers.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the foliage, casting a warm golden glow over them.

But as time passed...

Leng Qingqiu found Gu Yan’s gentleness almost too restrained.

So she took the initiative.

She reached out, clasped his hand, and roughly pried his lips apart.

"Mmph?!"

Gu Yan froze. Leng Qingqiu’s boldness sent ripples of shock through him.

Huh?!

Qingqiu, you’re this daring??

Wait—so you like it like this?

But... can I at least catch my breath? My innate cultivation power seems to have vanished again...

Sensing his hesitation, Leng Qingqiu raised an eyebrow.

She yanked him closer, her cheeks flushed as she pulled back slightly, panting.

With a hint of arrogance, she murmured, "What’s wrong, little brother? Can’t keep up?"

Gu Yan: "!!"

His lips twitched. Seeing the faintly seductive look in Leng Qingqiu’s eyes, he took a deep breath—and a rebellious fire ignited in his chest.

What?!

She’s looking down on me?!

How can I tolerate this?!

"Heh, you brought this on yourself, Qingqiu."

"Brought it on? I didn’t— Mmph!"

Before she could finish, Gu Yan cut her off with another kiss.

Thump! Thump!

He turned the tables, letting actions speak louder than words!

Divine Massage Technique—Tongue of the Gods!! Activate!!

In an instant—

Leng Qingqiu learned what true skill felt like.

Her body trembled.

Thump! Thump! Thump!!

First second—her entire body burned.

Second second—her heart raced uncontrollably.

Third second—Gu Yan’s technique dismantled all her brute-force attempts.

Wh-what... is this feeling?

It’s different from before...

Tenth second—her consciousness began to blur.

Why... am I fading...?

And...

How... is Gu Yan so skilled at this?

Is... this something you can even learn?!

Ten minutes later.

Leng Qingqiu passed out.

"Huh? Qingqiu... Qingqiu?"

"Are you okay?"

Finally snapping out of it, Gu Yan patted her cheek—then broke out in a cold sweat.

Oh no.

I might have gone a little too hard.

But it couldn’t be helped! Before, he was always the one getting knocked out.

And then Leng Qingqiu mocked him as "little brother."

Under all these circumstances...

Gu Yan couldn’t just take it lying down! So he put in a bit more effort.

And now... this happened.

What should I do? Wait for her to wake up?

Just then—

"Mm..."

A weak sound escaped.

Gu Yan blinked, then quickly looked down.

Huh? She’s awake already?

The next moment—

'Leng Qingqiu' slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of icy, indifferent pupils.

She seemed to be assessing the situation, scanning Gu Yan briefly before parting her lips.

A frost-laced voice emerged.

"Do you intend to keep holding me like this... furnace?"

Gu Yan: ?!!

This... she switched?!