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Chapter 83: Secret Confession Under Moonlight… And a Surprise Kiss?!

Chapter 83: Secret Confession Under Moonlight... And a Surprise Kiss?!

The moon hung high over the war camp like a cold silver coin lost in the sea of clouds.

Most cultivators were already asleep or deep in meditation, recovering their strength after the chaos of the duel. But somewhere near the edge of the war camp, lit by only a few flickering spiritual lanterns, two figures stood beneath a plum blossom tree—one, cloaked in mystery and poise; the other, draped in a half-open robe, still nursing the bruises of affection.

Wang Li rubbed his forehead for the hundredth time that day. "I have to start charging for every time one of them breaks into my tent to ’check my pulse.’ This is clearly not standard medical procedure."

"Then perhaps you should stop being so charming," came a voice behind him, cool and clear like spring water cascading over jade.

He turned. Yuechan stood under the tree, her silvery hair fluttering in the night wind, her eyes reflecting moonlight like two ethereal crystals. Her robe was white as snow, her aura perfectly controlled. She looked like a goddess descended from the heavens... who also occasionally tried to strangle him in his sleep whenever she got jealous.

Wang Li blinked. "Uh... hey."

"’Hey’?" she echoed, raising an elegant brow. "Is that how you greet the woman who vaporized a phoenix for you?"

"I didn’t ask you to do that."

"I didn’t ask you to have a face worth starting sect wars over."

"...T-That’s not fair!"

She stepped closer.

He stepped back.

She stepped even closer.

He stepped back again, only to find the tree’s trunk behind him. Trapped.

Yuechan stared at him for a long moment. The moonlight etched her face in divine light, but her gaze was no longer cold—it was hesitant, vulnerable.

"I didn’t just do it because he insulted me," she said quietly. "Or the others."

Wang Li tilted his head. "Then...?"

"I did it because... I don’t like seeing you get hurt."

His heart skipped a beat.

"Yuechan..."

"Shut up," she said sharply. "Before I regret this."

And then she leaned in—

Her lips brushed his. Just once. Soft. Feather-light. But with enough soul-shaking power that Wang Li nearly coughed blood from the sheer romantic impact.

By the time he recovered, she had already stepped back, her face calm again.

"I’m going to go now," she said, brushing imaginary dust from her sleeve. "If you tell anyone I kissed you, I’ll freeze your core for a week."

And then she vanished into the night like a snowflake in a blizzard.

Wang Li stood frozen in place, heart pounding.

"...What just happened."

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Meanwhile...

In a nearby bush, five pairs of eyes peeked out in synchronized horror.

"Did she just... kiss him?" Ling Xi whispered, stunned.

"She beat us to it!" Bai Xueyao hissed.

Mu Qingling silently drew a blade halfway from its sheath.

Lin Ruoyan took notes with deadly precision. "So that’s what worked. Quiet. Confession. Ambush kiss. Noted."

Feng Yuling, surprisingly calm, nodded. "We need to escalate."

Ling Xi blinked. "To what?"

"To... extreme seduction."

"...What?!"

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Back at the Tent

Wang Li returned to his cultivation tent in a daze. His lips still tingled.

He sat down, breathing deeply. "Okay... just meditate. Focus. Rebuild your meridians. Forget everything."

But his thoughts were chaos.

Yuechan kissed me...

He pressed his hands together and closed his eyes. Just then—

Rip.

The tent flap opened.

Ling Xi entered, wearing something that most definitely wasn’t regulation disciple robes.

"Li-gege~ Are you cultivating? Because I thought I’d help by... sitting on your lap and stabilizing your qi~"

Wang Li choked on his own spiritual breath.

"Ling Xi what are you—!?"

"Shh," she purred. "I just want to see how close I can get before your dantian explodes."

"LIFE ISN’T A GAME, LING XI!"

The tent flap opened again.

Bai Xueyao walked in next. "Oh? Is this a cultivation party? Good. I brought wine. And a blanket."

Then Feng Yuling arrived.

Then Mu Qingling.

Then Lin Ruoyan.

And finally, as if to complete the doom parade, Yuechan stepped in again. She looked at everyone, her expression perfectly composed.

"...I changed my mind," she said coolly. "I’ll be staying tonight."

Wang Li collapsed backwards.

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Outside the Tent

The guards of the camp stared at the glowing, shaking tent that emitted faint pink light and horrifying spiritual fluctuations.

"...Should we call a priest?"

"I think we need a formation master."

"...Or a miracle."