Chapter 27 - I Want to Pick a Flower, to Give to My Huanhuan
Luo Hongyu actually didn't really need his protection; Luo He was very clear about this point.
Whether it was her identity as the Sword Sect Young Master or her own strength that surpassed her peers by several levels,
it was all destined that few in this world could directly threaten Luo Hongyu's personal safety.
Huoxin was still watching Luo Hongyu now. Rather than being exposed to Huoxin's sight along with her, he might as well also lie dormant for the time being and observe Huoxin's movements.
Because in his hand, he held something that could perhaps settle things once and for all—that is, the demonic flame that had fused with that wisp of malevolent qi and was still burning within his body.
And Su Huanhuan was precisely a good helper who could hide people.
At this point, Luo He couldn't help but sigh that the favor from saving her life back then was proving to be far too useful.
Of course, he couldn't stay here for too long either; after all, his relationship with Su Huanhuan had also been exposed to Huoxin's sight before.
It had to be said, the two chance encounters at the Water Lord Festival had brought quite a bit of trouble to both Luo He and Huoxin.
"How about it? Just now, I helped you properly vent your anger at that Luo Hongyu. Did you feel this young lady's kind intentions towards you?"
Su Huanhuan, being quite adept at taking advantage of opportunities, naturally wouldn't let go of such a good chance to make insidious remarks in Luo He's ear.
She finally sat up from the rocking chair, stretched lazily in mid-air, and then languidly floated to Luo He's side.
But Luo He glanced at her and didn't say much.
He hadn't forgotten that Su Huanhuan had included him in her scolding; she wasn't that capable of loving people.
But kind intentions...
It couldn't be said that he hadn't felt them either.
So, Luo He nodded at her again.
"...Hmph, it's good that you know. However, stupid fox, you really are quite surprising."
"It's only been a few days, yet that Demonic Sarira actually shows faint signs of being refined by you... You really are innately suited to cultivating demonic arts."
Su Huanhuan, while clicking her tongue in wonder, took out a piece of paper from her bosom.
On it were a few lines of remarkably neat and crisp handwriting; it briefly explained Luo He's current predicament, the situation within his body, his request to her, and that killing move to deal with Huoxin.
Without a doubt, Luo He had written this himself.
This was also the first time Su Huanhuan had sensed such a strong desire for expression from Luo He, so much so that when she saw Luo He grinding ink and writing at that time, she was somewhat stunned.
She, who had been proactive for several years, had never seen such a display before; she had even thought Luo He was going to write some kind of heartfelt memorial.
In the end, it was just two paragraphs.
She also didn't know how he had managed to practice such fine handwriting, so well-proportioned and of noble character...
Wait.
Su Huanhuan's gaze became strange.
Compared to the reason why he had almost been rejuvenated in such a short time, Su Huanhuan was more concerned about this.
"You... how come you write so proficiently?"
"?"
Luo He tilted his head; a puzzled gaze came from beneath the white fox mask.
It's not like I'm illiterate.
"No, I mean, did you often write to converse with other people before?"
"......"
Su Huanhuan suddenly found it somewhat hard to believe.
With Luo He's temperament and this identity of his, with whom could he have such intimate and frequent correspondence that would make his handwriting so smooth and fluent?
Surely he wouldn't, while in excruciating pain, just practice for no reason when he had nothing better to do, right?
Eh, you actually guessed right.
Hmm...
Luo He thought for a moment; besides Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor, she, Su Huanhuan, was the only other one.
After all, there wouldn't be anyone else who cared about his thoughts.
So Luo He shook his head.
"...Then let me ask in another way, have you ever communicated with others in this way before?"
That magical silk of Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor's definitely counted.
Luo He nodded.
"......"
Su Huanhuan suddenly felt she was a bit foolish; why did she have to care so much about this?
Frankly speaking, she used to think Luo He couldn't write, which was why he always had her guess from his eyes. But she, disappointingly, always guessed correctly.
It turned out he was just too lazy to bother with her.
Su Huanhuan only felt that all the effort she had spent on this damn fox had been fed to the dogs. No, even if fed to a dog, the dog would at least wag its tail a couple of times.
This damn fox was rotten to the core!
"You... forget it."
Su Huanhuan looked at Luo He's appearance, as if he didn't understand what she was asking, and for a moment, she also lost the interest to accuse him; she could only wave her hand helplessly.
"Just consider me unlucky to have run into such a thick-skinned fellow like you."
Luo He's eyes smiled.
"Don't move, let me take a look at how you've refined the Demonic Seed... Hiss, wait, this thing in your spiritual platform is..."
Su Huanhuan's spiritual energy, injected into Luo He's body, as it passed through his spiritual platform, suddenly felt an irresistible force preventing its entry.
Su Huanhuan collected her mind and observed. She discovered a symbolic imprint, which she found hard to describe clearly, floating faintly there, emitting a radiance that was somewhat scorching to her…
"This is... Immortal Source?!"
This was the second time Luo He had seen a shocked expression on Su Huanhuan's face. Afterwards, she immediately calmed down and looked at Luo He.
This time, this place, an immortal... Su Huanhuan connected the dots and could only arrive at a name she herself found somewhat hard to believe.
"Is it... Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor from that mortal town?"
Luo He nodded his head.
"An immortal who actually truly exists, and moreover, has taken a liking to you..."
This truly was... somewhat beyond comprehension.
Su Huanhuan, for a moment, didn't quite know whether to be happy or worried for him.
With this Immortal Source presiding, that Demonic Sarira certainly wouldn't be able to act presumptuously anymore.
But where in the world is there such a thing as a free lunch? On what grounds would that Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor give him favors so gratuitously? Perhaps she wanted something even more precious in return...
Presumably, these past few days hadn't been exactly calm and tranquil for this stupid fox. It's just... seeing his appearance, Su Huanhuan couldn't be bothered to ask.
She just considered him to have been unlucky his whole life and occasionally had a stroke of good luck.
"Since it's like this, then my actions were rather superfluous. Even without the Remnant Moon heart method I gave you, this Immortal Imprint could also help you solve the Demonic Seed problem."
"Alas, what a pity."
Luo He, however, shook his head upon hearing Su Huanhuan's words.
"Eh, you..."
Su Huanhuan hadn't yet reacted when Luo He had already pulled up her hand.
But before she could get angry, Luo He, in his other hand, plucked out that strangely blooming black lotus flower from within his own body.
Under that purple-black radiance, Su Huanhuan's expression became even clearer to see.
"You've already refined it, in just these few days?!"
Not entirely.
However, Luo He didn't intend to tell Su Huanhuan about the matter of Little Azure Peak; that was a little secret belonging to Her Ladyship the Sovereign Emperor... He had no right to reveal it.
At this moment, the Black Lotus had already been tempered for a while in the malevolent qi within his body.
The resentment qi had been completely washed away, transformed into the demonic flame currently burning within his body; only the previous Demonic Lord's purest cultivation insights remained within the Black Lotus.
For a demonic cultivator, this was equivalent to the previous Demonic Lord personally transmitting his cultivation to them; how abundant the benefits were, needless to say.
The Black Lotus slowly slid and landed on Luo He's index finger. Under Su Huanhuan's complicated gaze, Luo He lightly tapped his fingertip, placing this Black Lotus into the apricot blossom mark on Su Huanhuan's forehead.
That enchanting red apricot blossom seemed as if ink had been dripped into it, its color beginning to change to purple-black.
The original apricot blossom petals also became more slender and elongated, arranged petal by petal, resembling the Manjusaka said in legends to bloom beside the River of Rebirth.
For a moment, demonic qi flared intensely in Su Huanhuan's room. She let out a light hum; the heart method within her body circulated, rapidly digesting this immense gift.
After the wind stopped and all was calm, Su Huanhuan, drenched in fragrant sweat, descended from mid-air, panting, and lazily draped herself over the side of the rocking chair.
Luo He took out a piece of paper from the side, wrote a few characters, and handed it to Su Huanhuan.
"This is to repay one kindness."
After the sentence, there was also a simple smiley face drawn.