Chapter 533 - 265: Confidante (Part 2)

Chapter 533: Chapter 265: Confidante (Part 2)

Chu Xuan vaguely felt that the answer was about to emerge, but he just couldn’t remember, so he shook his head.

Ji Mingyu’s gaze was also a bit strange. She knew that Chu Xuan valued names very much, especially his real name. Some women who had slept with him didn’t even know his real name, like Chen Mengdie.

This demon saint, since she was unwilling to tell Chu Xuan her real name, then in the past, Chu Xuan certainly wouldn’t have revealed his real name to her either. So what exactly was the relationship between the two of them...

Yunshuang just looked at Chu Xuan and said, "Let’s talk about the little bird. As per my promise to you back then, I have continued to protect her tomb. Do you want to go see her?"

Chu Xuan nodded, "On the way, could you continue to talk more about the past?"

Yunshuang chuckled and agreed, then suddenly said, "What if I told you that I’m the one who posed as the little bird?"

Chu Xuan was instantly shocked! "What do you mean you posed as it?"

Soon he frowned and said, "Don’t joke about things like this."

Yunshuang hadn’t expected his reaction to be so intense and could only softly say, "My mistake, I only said it because even after so many years, you still can’t forget her, and I’m a bit envious."

The two guardians were stunned; they had never thought that the demon saint would admit she was wrong in her life, or that she would envy another bird.

"Let’s not talk about this anymore. Let’s go." Yunshuang resumed her lofty and indifferent posture.

She stood up, and the Immortal Sword with the white sheath placed beside the vermilion Immortal throne flew to her waist, the genuine Celestial Demon Slaying Immortal Sword, seemingly an Immortal Artifact-grade treasure.

Yunshuang extended her right hand and took Chu Xuan’s hand, flying on clouds to leave the palace, completely ignoring the presence of others.

Ji Mingyu, puffing with anger, picked up Little Snow and chased after them, and the two guardians hurriedly followed.

...

Chu Xuan held onto the warm, soft, jade-like hand of the demon saint and felt slightly uncomfortable, even nervous.

Yunshuang amusingly said, "Why do you act like a young boy who’s experiencing love for the first time, just because of holding hands? This isn’t the first time."

Chu Xuan pondered, he’s no longer the naive youth he once was; he shouldn’t be behaving like this.

He shook his head and said, "How did we first meet?"

Yunshuang looked at him with a playful smile, "Of course, you came to find me."

"I’ve said it before, you’re a cunning and lecherous brat, probably thinking how to get me once you heard my name back then?"

Chu Xuan asked himself honestly, given his demeanor during the Celestial Evil Period, maybe it was true...

"When we first met, you had only reached the seventh realm of cultivation. Because you had helped one of my great generals from the Palace of Nuwa outside, you had the chance to enter the True Heaven of Zhu Mingyao to visit me."

"Back then, I looked down at you from behind a curtain and said I would reward you and asked you what you wanted."

"You said..."

Chu Xuan suddenly felt a strange sensation, "I said: I have no other requests, I wish to paint a portrait for the esteemed demon saint."

Yunshuang nodded, "You see, your words and deeds don’t match. You obviously wanted to see if I’m as beautiful as rumored but had to find an excuse."

Chu Xuan was a bit embarrassed, it truly was his style.

"I saw right through your little scheme at once, and with a few words, refused you. Then you settled for second best and asked to see my sword."

"So I lent you the sword to observe for a quarter of an hour. That way, the Palace of Nuwa owed you nothing."

Chu Xuan realized that this was how he borrowed the accompanying sword; it wasn’t as easy and casual as he imagined.

"To tell you the truth, my first impression of you was quite ordinary."

"Although I thought you had potential, that was about it."

"Later, you constantly found excuses to visit me in the Palace of Nuwa..." Yunshuang said, showing a nostalgic expression.

"At first, I only saw you if I was in a good mood; if not, you couldn’t even enter the Grotto Heaven, but you still persevered."

"Every meeting, your cultivation was stronger than before, progressing at an astonishing rate."

"And every time, you brought me new and interesting experiences."

"Sometimes sharing experiences, sometimes bringing small gifts, sometimes telling stories."

"Back then, I always felt you were very confident, sometimes too confident, to the point of being arrogant."

"Even when facing me, it was the same—seemingly humble and courteous on the surface, but actually looking down, always thinking about how to conquer me."

"Initially, I even taught you a lesson, but you were incorrigible, and later, I gradually came to appreciate that about you..."

Yunshuang’s voice lowered as if immersed in past memories.

As she spoke, scenes began to unfold in Chu Xuan’s mind: Once he really worked hard to pursue this demon saint, doing everything he could to make her happy.

Not just because Yunshuang was beautiful and powerful, but her unique temperament also attracted him.

Chu Xuan secretly swore to himself that he would conquer this lofty woman.

But later, he realized he enjoyed the feeling of someone narrating while the other listened.

Yunshuang was a great listener, able to listen quietly and provide timely feedback, keeping an ideally distanced stance as a "spectator."

Because she wasn’t Chu Xuan’s woman, sometimes, even if Chu Xuan talked about his entanglements with other women, she wouldn’t be jealous or upset but instead would playfully tease from a genuine friend’s perspective.

Just this made Chu Xuan feel free, without the feeling of having to constrain his words before his own harem.

"How about it? Remember everything now?" Yunshuang asked, her eyes teasing.

Chu Xuan contemplated, "I remember many scenes, but our relationship... doesn’t seem like romantic love?"

Perhaps a confidante, the most accurate definition of the relationship between the demon saint and him.

No wonder he had an impression of Yunshuang, yet felt a sense of distance with her.

Ji Mingyu listened in secretly and suddenly realized, what Chu Xuan told her back then was true! They weren’t lovers, but friends.

Of course, she still thought it wasn’t just simple "friends." Look at that vixen holding so tight; do normal friends do that?

Chu Xuan suddenly realized that within the existing memory scenes, he and Yunshuang had never been so intimately connected.

Could this be their first time holding hands?

He instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yunshuang, smiling, held it firmly, "Isn’t this the first time, what’s wrong with you?"

Chu Xuan was puzzled, "Not the first time?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

Chu Xuan hesitated, "We should be friends, right? Then why did you use such a tone when questioning earlier?"

Making him question life, doubting himself whether he was so careless to forget someone so important.

Yunshuang said gracefully, "Didn’t you say you liked me? Then I’ll take it as [you have me in your heart] to ask."

"Unfortunately, you seem to have no place for me in your heart; I’m very sad."

This statement may or may not be true, and the supposed "sadness" even more so.

Chu Xuan tapped his head, "Did I really say something like that?"

"You did," Yunshuang said confidently.

"Back then, you told me about Little Cloud’s story completely, hence the promise and the relocation of the tomb."

"After everything was settled, I invited you to drink, and you cried freely."

"Before you drifted into sleep, I asked if you liked me? Whether you’d remember me like you did with Little Cloud?"

"You responded with two words: like."

With Yunshuang’s recounting, scenes and memories corresponding to the event burst forth in Chu Xuan’s mind, but what he said after drinking, he really couldn’t remember clearly...