Chapter 921: Copying the Book

Chapter 921: Copying Books

It was hard to tell whether the blind old woman meant consent or refusal.

The space they now occupied was indeed missing most elements. The reason they had only used martial arts and not more laws to contend was that in such an environment, many things could not be employed—only the purest strength and speed were unrestricted.

Constructing such a simple space was not too difficult for Zhao Changhe, who could now execute the "Reinitiate Creation" strike, especially with Ye Wuming's added cooperation.

But to build a complete plane containing all elements—earth, water, fire, wind, sun, moon, stars—was far too difficult... Perhaps given an endless span of time to slowly evolve, even without any interference, it could take shape, just as the Heavenly Book World and that cave-dwelling world had evolved over long periods on their own. But to create it in a short time was beyond the current level of cultivation.

Luo Chuan, using the spirituality of the Heavenly Book World as a foundation and the transformation of cosmic black holes' destruction and creation as a guide, had produced a small world still in its nascent state, its native creatures still juvenile, and likely many other deficiencies... That had taken Luo Chuan many years to build, starting from the previous epoch.

In fact, once completed, it would probably represent a realm beyond the Other Shore.

So Ye Wuming's words could be translated as "I agree to you," but equally as "Wait slowly—come back in a billion years," merely using an impossible condition as a veiled refusal.

But Zhao Changhe didn't care which translation it was.

When someone like Ye Wuming was willing to propose terms to you, it already meant she was no longer the player with all beings as pawns, no longer the book spirit of the dark blue void, no longer the Night Emperor overlooking everything. She was just a woman facing a man who wanted her, clinging to her last shred of reserve.

She hadn't even struggled when held from behind... Her body was taut, afraid that the next moment the man would start groping, unsure whether she should throw him over her shoulder.

Zhao Changhe, now keenly perceptive of such feminine subtleties, simply replied, "In that case, I will prepare this betrothal gift."

So saying, he showed no sign of preparation; instead, his hand began to wander, moving from her waist upward. Ye Wuming pressed it down with a faint, knowing smile and said slowly, "And the betrothal gift?"

Zhao Changhe feigned surprise: "We're from Zhao Village—since when did we have the absurd rule that we must marry before doing what should be done?"

Ye Wuming struggled: "Zhao Changhe, you're being shameless!"

"Don't move." Zhao Changhe lightly sniffed her neck and whispered, "After the wedding ceremony, we're married; after sending the betrothal gift, you're my fiancée... So while we're discussing these things, does that make us boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Ye Wuming was momentarily stunned.

Was there such a logic? It wasn't wrong—only a boyfriend and girlfriend would discuss an eighty-thousand-eight-hundred betrothal gift... When it came to this point, they were far from an ordinary relationship.

"Since we're already boyfriend and girlfriend, a kiss isn't too much, is it?" As he spoke, Zhao Changhe had already pressed his lips to her swan-like neck.

Ye Wuming's body tensed again. She wanted to shrink her neck away, but felt her strength dissolve under his kiss, her whole being going soft, numb, her thoughts beginning to blank out again.

Unlike before, this time she had all her power intact, yet he kissed her.

His hand began to climb again, and the hand she used to hold him down lost its strength, letting him inch upward bit by bit.

"Zhao Changhe..." When he reached the lower hemisphere, Ye Wuming shuddered and said in a fluster, "You just want to humiliate me, to take revenge for the years you were separated from your loved ones... I've already... let you have your revenge... Why won't you let it go..."

Zhao Changhe said softly, "So your earlier behavior... was subconsciously paying a debt?"

"What do you think?" Ye Wuming gritted her teeth. "Do you really think I had no way out back then, that I let you manipulate me? I knew your desires, so I let you debase me, to settle the score. Why must you keep on..."

"But, Blind Blind... you gave me a love letter."

"I..."

"If you didn't want this to go on, after sealing Luo Chuan in the river of stars, you could have drifted away. Why accept my challenge? Why, after being captured twice, still agree to a third fight?" Zhao Changhe said slowly. "From start to finish, your fighting spirit was so weak—did you really want to win against me?"

Unnoticed, his hand had already taken full hold.

Ye Wuming panted, clenching her teeth.

"You wanted me to win, didn't you? You were giving yourself a way down, and giving me an excuse." As Zhao Changhe spoke, his left hand grabbed her hair and pulled it back slightly. Though he used no force, Ye Wuming instinctively leaned back, watching him lean in.

Then he kissed her lips.

The whole sequence was like a defeated captive, submitting in humiliation.

Accompanying his words, every detail fit.

"Tell me," Zhao Changhe pulled back slightly and asked in a low voice, "Are you paying a debt... or falling in love?"

In truth, even now, Ye Wuming didn't know whether she was paying a debt or falling in love.

She had originally been without emotion, but since Ye Jiuyou and Piaomiao could develop feelings, so could she. Yet if she had, when did they arise? She herself couldn't sort it out. Was it the bond that grew imperceptibly during those three years together? Or the panic when he revealed his desire for her? Or that arrow he risked his life to shoot... or the quiet joy of their family of three?

If no feelings had arisen, then what was this tangled heart of these days? What was this weakness that let him hold and kiss her without resistance? What were these countless efforts to give both sides a way out and an excuse?

"You say I debase you... but Blind Blind... Piaomiao and Jiuyou might want to debase you—did I really do that?" Zhao Changhe sighed. "You are still intact."

Ye Wuming finally said, "You want more."

"Yes." Zhao Changhe admitted. "I want more."

With the words, he snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Tiny specks of light rose from the surroundings, floating higher and higher. Ye Wuming looked up, seeing them from afar like stars appearing in the sky.

Very fake.

Ye Wuming was momentarily stunned before realizing that he had suddenly started giving the betrothal gift.

After kissing and groping, even handling the ball, now he was offering the gift.

Ye Wuming examined it expressionlessly for a moment: "This is your sky full of stars? More like fireflies."

"In the Spirit Clan's small world back then, the sun, moon, and stars were all very fake, but that didn't stop the Spirit Clan from thriving." Zhao Changhe smiled faintly. "Everything goes from fake to real—the world, and you as well."

With that, he snapped his fingers again.

White clouds drifted over, quietly settling beneath their feet.

A clear wind suddenly rose, brushing across Ye Wuming's face, lifting a few strands of hair before her eyes.

Zhao Changhe lifted Ye Wuming and sat her on the cloud, letting it drift with the wind, and asked, "Is this wind?"

It truly was wind, though perhaps only a brief gust, generated by Zhao Changhe driving his own spiritual energy—not natural, nor lasting. But it was indeed wind, and cloud.

Zhao Changhe hadn't even bandaged his wounds yet; who knew how long he could sustain such wind and clouds.

Knowing it was fake, Ye Wuming still felt a complex emotion in her heart and answered softly, "Yes."

Zhao Changhe rode the cloud upward, higher and higher, nearly breaking through the boundary. With their eyes that could see through truth and illusion, they could already see, beyond the plane's limits, the real universe's distant stars shining, countless light-years away.

"Is that a star?" Zhao Changhe asked again. Ye Wuming replied, "Yes."

Zhao Changhe suddenly reached out and beckoned.

The star crossed space, trailing a long tail, rushing toward them. Ye Wuming watched with hazy eyes, feeling the scene was so beautiful.

The star hung beyond the boundary, its temperature unfelt through the plane, somewhat blurred. It looked less like the sun and more like moonlight.

"Is this the moon?"

Ye Wuming looked up for a long while, then said again, "Yes."

In the mortal world, there is often such sweet talk—even if you want the stars in the sky, I'll find a way to pluck them for you.

He was turning that sweet talk into physics.

Though to her conditions, all this was fake... but from fake to real was only a beginning. The stars were fake, the wind and clouds were fake—but the heart was real.

Ye Wuming's tense body gradually relaxed. She leaned back in his arms, listening to the wind and watching the moon, silent for a time.

He started handling the ball again. Ye Wuming pursed her lips, then sighed, "I asked you for these, not just to make things difficult."

"There was expectation," Zhao Changhe said for her. "You hoped I could go further, completely surpass you."

Ye Wuming hummed in agreement.

So that was still a way down—as long as you surpass me, you can have me.

But whether surpassing or not, since the thought has already come to this, how is it not a glaring "I am willing to be obtained by you"? Ye Wuming sighed softly: "Do you insist that I confess it aloud, tearing every veil to shreds?"

This time it was Zhao Changhe's turn not to answer.

Ye Wuming knew what he meant, and after a long silence, finally said in a somewhat embarrassed low voice: "Yes, I am willing."

As she spoke these words, it was as if the taut string in her heart had snapped completely, her whole body slackening, utterly drained of strength, yet strangely light.

He wanted to gain more, and he had already gained it.

Zhao Changhe took a deep breath, even tightening his embrace around her: "Xiaxia, do you know... when I said you were the final boss, I wasn't referring to that battle just now, but to this very confession."

Ye Wuming felt her body being squeezed and said softly: "I know."

She had always known.

Luochuan was the knot between the Ye sisters, and Zhao Changhe didn't care much about it... He only wanted to conquer her, Ye Wuming.

Not her body, but her submission.

Perhaps it also echoed that third card... From the very beginning, what he had drawn was not some "clue about the enchantress," nor the position of the Night Emperor, but this person, almost impossible to obtain.

Once obtained, his journey through this world had reached its end.

Zhao Changhe gently kissed her, and his hand began to untie her sash... His movements were slow, as if testing whether she would stop him again. Ye Wuming did not stop him, nor did she say, "You have not surpassed me, nor given me sufficient betrothal gifts; you cannot do this yet." She only trembled her lashes and finally closed her eyes.

When she said "I am willing," all pretexts ceased to exist... He had obtained his boss.

Above the clouds, the wind had stopped. The distant star beyond the realm remained hazy, faintly like the moon, casting its light upon that perfect form on the clouds.

Her clothes parted, and her body, like lard and jade, glowed with a sacred halo under the moonlight, like the finest work of art carved by the ultimate creator.

Like Ling Ruoyu, Ye Wuming had a body of the Heavenly Book, yet also an additional human body. The original, heaven-born Night Emperor's body had long since self-destructed in the previous era. This human body was forged to correspond to the new era of humanity, but from start to finish, it had never played any role, only being defiled in the Night Palace.

Now it lay sprawled on the clouds, allowing a man to toy with and admire it.

As if this body were made solely for his use.

After all, one couldn't really copy the book, could one...

Ye Wuming thought of this, her bookworm mind starting to wander again, feeling both ashamed and amused. The Four Symbols Sect spent their days forcing people to copy books—was this the answer? In the end, it was the Heavenly Book that was copied.

Parting her clothes—was it like turning the pages of a book? Zhao Changhe had no idea what the book spirit was imagining. At this moment, he was utterly intoxicated, lost in this perfect body.

No matter how much Ye Wuming knew, she could hardly fully grasp his feelings at this moment... When that deity, with eyes lightly closed, suspended in the night sky like a god or demon, manipulating his entire reincarnated life, now lay submissively before him—no longer restrained by force, no longer full of excuses, no longer thinking she was repaying a debt, but willingly letting her clothes be removed, letting herself be kissed and fondled.

That sense of conquest and achievement overflowed so completely that even if he did nothing, it felt as if he might already be spent.

Her naturally exuded fragrance had always been like an aphrodisiac to him, from dreams to reality, stirring his desires.

With his movements, Ye Wuming's body began to tense again, gradually taking on a faint pink hue under the moonlight. She no longer had the mind to think about such trivial things as copying books. Biting her lower lip, she whispered: "Have you played enough..."

Normally, one would press down and take, not sit on the side like admiring a piece of art... The shame was overwhelming, and Ye Wuming even wanted to say, "If you're going to do it, hurry up, can you not..."

I said I'm willing, but not like this. Are you sick or something...

Ye Wuming's eyes darted, and she murmured seductively: "Brother-in-law... who is more alluring, me or my sister?"

Zhao Changhe paused, then instantly exploded. If he could endure this, it would be a miracle. He quickly leaned over and kissed Ye Wuming's lips fiercely: "Little enchantress..."

Ye Wuming closed her eyes again, a hint of helplessness in her heart.

Who would have thought that one day she would actively seduce and provoke him to take her...

Was this also part of his scheme...

Yet amidst the helplessness, there was also a sense of relief, as if "it should have been this way long ago." She parted her teeth to welcome his plundering, her slender arms reaching back to embrace his solid body, murmuring indistinctly: "You... are you especially proud now?"

Zhao Changhe gently stroked her face, panting: "Not enough..."

"Then... what would make you prouder... like this?" Ye Wuming wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his ear to her lips, whispering almost inaudibly: "Please... take me..."

Zhao Changhe paused, momentarily lost.

Ye Wuming closed her eyes: "I give you, the conquest you desire."