Chapter 6: Chapter 196: Midnight Ambush

“Little brother, you are mistaken. The three differentiated orchids are quite sinister. The black one is poisonous; the orange one causes people to fall into a coma after consumption; and the pink orchid, once merged into the blood, will reject the original blood, weakening the body's regenerative capacity. So, you must be extremely careful!”

“So poisonous! Then how should they be used?” Upon hearing this, Long Zijie decided it was better to ask clearly; it wouldn't be good if someone lost their life.

“Everything has two opposing sides; used correctly, it saves lives, but used wrongly, it misleads them. Actually, once you know, it feels very simple. The ratio of the three—black, orange, and pink—is 1 black, 2 orange, and 1 pink. They can be decocted for internal consumption to have the effect of promoting blood circulation and removing stasis; they can also be applied externally to have the effect of coagulating blood to stop bleeding.”

Long Zijie carefully memorized this. This kind of orchid was a top-tier medicine, and it would have many uses in the future.

Under the guidance of the Orchid Elder, Long Zijie pulled one plant of each of the three types of orchids. The moment they were pulled, those old orchids withered completely.

Just as he placed the orchids in his sleeve, he heard his Imperial Sister's call. Long Zijie hurriedly came out and shouted toward the cave entrance, “Sister, I’m here, I’m here!”

After hearing Long Zijie's voice, Long Yuehua found some plant vines to make a rope and used her strength to pull Long Zijie up.

“Kid, I didn't expect you to have such a fortuitous encounter. Come, come, let me pick some to carry with me for emergencies.” Having said that, Feng Jiuge wanted to stretch out her demonic claws; she had long coveted these three orchids.

“Jiuge, wait a moment. These orchids need to be picked and used immediately for the best effect. As time passes, their efficacy will slowly disappear, and they will become completely ineffective after ten hours. When you need to use them, just come and pick them!”

“Idiot, of course it's safer to keep some on me. If they lose their effect, I'll just pick more. Who knows, maybe I'll have a chance to use them within the next ten hours? If I wait until then to come here, wouldn't I miss a good opportunity?”

Jiuge was somewhat dissatisfied with Long Zijie's approach, essentially saying, “You're being so stingy!” Jiuge picked three flowers of each color, wrapped them in a piece of cloth, and hid them away.

“Then won't it be unsafe if you plant them here? Wouldn't that mean anyone can come here to pick them?”

Seeing that these flowers looked as if they had almost never been touched by anyone, Feng Jiuge became increasingly puzzled. It made no sense to say that no one had been here before them, especially since it didn't seem very far from the market. It seemed that since she had arrived here, she had hardly seen any traces of other people.

The quick-witted Feng Jiuge knew there must be a reason. She said in a suspicious tone, “Actually, there's a reason why no one else is here, right? I feel like this has become your private property, and others simply can't enter, right? Perhaps a spell has been cast here, a glamour, right?”

Long Zijie couldn't help but admire Feng Jiuge's keen observation. “That's right. Ever since Shi Ye discovered this place, he has implemented a glamour here. Now, besides Shi Ye and me, no one knows about the Spirit Valley. Unless one of us brings you in, it's impossible for you to discover this place. Even if you were standing nearby looking, all you would see is a stretch of lake water.”

“I guessed as much. Then, when I come here by myself in the future, will I be able to get in?”

“Of course. As long as you are permitted to enter, you can come and go as you please in the future. However, you do not have the authority to bring others in.”

“Bring others? I don't have that much 'American time' to entertain them. I don't even know if I'll have time to come here often myself.”

“Jiuge, every time I talk to you, you always pop out words I haven't seen in books. Where are you from? The way you speak is very strange!”

“Is it? The way we speak is indeed difficult to understand; it's just strange to you because you haven't heard it. 'American time' means having no extra time. Besides, don't worry, I definitely won't bring anyone else in. I am not one to cause unnecessary trouble.”

Feng Jiuge felt a bit depressed that her choice of words was frequently questioned, and she found it a bit annoying that she often blurted out modern vocabulary because she had to explain it every time.

“Jiuge, we won't go back tonight. We'll spend the night here in the Spirit Valley, sleeping in the bamboo house.” As Long Zijie looked at Feng Jiuge and said these words, he was actually a bit blushing.

Well, one could only say this child thought too much. It was just spending the night together, not sleeping together; was there any need to blush?

Feng Jiuge didn't want to, but it was already so late, and going back would be very late, plus the journey back was quite long. She thought, “Since there's a place to stay here anyway, it's fine to try out what it feels like to live in a bamboo house.”

She spoke to Long Zijie with a sense of benevolence, saying, “Alright then, let's see just what level of comfort your bamboo house reaches.”

Long Zijie didn't mind; as long as she could stay with him, it was fine, and at least this would increase their time together. “I believe it will definitely satisfy you. After a beautiful sleep, there will be a surprise tomorrow morning.”

“But, there's only one bed. How will we sleep?” Feng Jiuge was more concerned about this issue.

“Of course, I'll give it to the lady. I can just sleep on the floor on the first floor; that way, I can also keep watch and protect you!” Long Zijie displayed his gentlemanly attitude.

With a "tch" sound, Feng Jiuge ignored Long Zijie and went upstairs.

Remembering the Dragon Soaring Grass she had obtained, Feng Jiuge already had an idea. She summoned Die Wu, and Die Wu, who was also about to rest, did not delay Feng Jiuge's business and arrived immediately.

Because she had a contract with Die Wu, the two were considered one, and Die Wu was permitted to enter.

“Die Wu, give this Dragon Soaring Grass to Zi Jiao and have him help me turn it into a whip as soon as possible.” Feng Jiuge took the Dragon Soaring Grass out from her sleeve.

“Just this?” Die Wu was somewhat displeased; she had thought there was danger and rushed over in a hurry, fearing that even she might fall into danger and lose her life.

“This matter is very important. With a whip made of this Dragon Soaring Grass, I will have another weapon.” Feng Jiuge took pride in possessing the Dragon Soaring Grass.

“Alright, go quickly. I need to sleep too.” Having finished her business, Feng Jiuge immediately sent Die Wu away. Die Wu did not linger, taking the Dragon Soaring Grass that had disturbed her sweet dreams back to her villa.

After a day of traveling, she was tired and fell asleep as soon as she lay down. However, Feng Jiuge could still vaguely feel that this bamboo bed was quite comfortable and relatively cool.

In an instant, Feng Jiuge entered a deep sleep. Long Zijie could hear the rhythmic breathing coming from Feng Jiuge, which was very steady, as she slept in a "starfish" position.

Long Zijie went downstairs to act as a flower protector. He wasn't sleepy yet, so he sat by the door, gazing at the crescent moon and reminiscing about everything from his acquaintance with Feng Jiuge to the present. The two of them were a typical case of becoming friends through conflict. It was a pity they had not developed into a romantic relationship.

Long Zhantian was alone in his palace, drinking wine and thinking about his graduation promise with Feng Jiuge, though he wasn't certain if Feng Jiuge still remembered.

It wasn't that Long Zhantian didn't know where they had gone; he just wanted to wait for Feng Jiuge to come looking for him. Before their appointed time, he did not want to be too proactive.

In a romance, the proactive person is the one easily hurt.

However, using his spiritual power, Long Zhantian glimpsed that Long Zijie had kept Feng Jiuge there, and Feng Jiuge had not refused, but had instead fallen into a deep sleep. Therefore, he used the alcohol to wait while he drank.

It was until the middle of the night when, in a daze, Feng Jiuge discovered someone was lightly kissing her—from her hair, forehead, nose, and mouth, moving downwards without any intention of stopping. When they reached her neck, they sucked forcefully a few times, then moved to her chest, even using their hands.

After roughly ravaging her snow-white skin for a few minutes, they finally withdrew.

But when she woke up, she found no one beside her; it was silent. There were no signs of anyone having been there, and with Long Zijie guarding downstairs, it was impossible for someone to have entered without him noticing.

Feng Jiuge suspected she had just been dreaming, but the sensation was very real, and she even had a physical reaction below; could it be that she was having a erotic dream? Could it be that after following Long Zhantian, she had become so lustful?

Feng Jiuge slapped her own head, attempting to clear her mind, because she knew herself, and since the tactile sensation just now had been very real, she actually still had some feelings and hadn't been sleeping that deeply.

Feng Jiuge looked in the bronze mirror and indeed found some red marks on her neck. Feng Jiuge understood that she definitely hadn't been dreaming just now, but that someone had truly been there.

On the roof, a man in fire-red robes with long hair dancing in the wind sat there. His face bore an abnormal flush; just as Feng Jiuge was about to wake up, he had immediately stopped his caresses.

Feng Jiuge knew that person definitely wasn't Long Zijie. In the Flame Dragon Empire, within Long Zhantian's jurisdiction, if someone dared to do this to her, there was likely only one person: Long Zhantian.

“Then why won't he let me see him?” Feng Jiuge was a bit troubled.

Feng Jiuge used her spiritual power to scan the surroundings of the bamboo house. “You brat, actually staying on the roof. Let's see how this lady deals with you!”

As Feng Jiuge came out from the back window and slowly approached herself, Long Zhantian had already sensed her, but he merely pretended to have discovered nothing. However, relying on his spiritual power, it was as if Long Zhantian had extra eyes on the back of his head, observing Feng Jiuge's every move. Just as Jiuge was about to push him down, she turned around, and the scene instantly transformed into Feng Jiuge throwing herself into Long Zhantian's arms.

“What, do you like throwing yourself into my arms so much? It seems Jiuge likes to be proactive and forceful. Then I must satisfy your desires.”

“Annoying, how could I? But if you let me be on top, I might consider it.” Feng Jiuge tried to break free from Long Zhantian's hands, but how could a mere young woman's strength be greater than that of someone as powerful as Long Zhantian?