Chapter 46: Passing Immortal Sect 4 Part 1

Good grief, they had entered a loop!

Xun Ji slapped the head in front of him and madly shook the Mirror Heart Bell. “Lu Yun Ting! Wake up! Boot up! Restart! Reset!“

Fortunately, this restart happened much faster. The faint Cold Fragrance drilled into his nostrils. Fan Tian’s eyes were dazed for a moment before he suddenly revealed the solemn expression belonging to Lu Yun Ting.

He forcefully pulled his lips away from Xun Ji’s mouth with a soft pop. His entire body stiffened like a coffin board as he sat upright on the bed, his brows tightly furrowed. “How could this be? I was clearly investigating outside, but as soon as dawn broke, I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was back here.”

Xun Ji saw that he didn’t mention the earlier awkwardness, though his ears had turned completely red. He couldn’t help but find it amusing and deliberately said, “Senior Brother Lu, could you put on your clothes before speaking?”

Lu Yun Ting’s five fingers stiffened as he forcibly composed himself and pulled his open collar closed.

“Does Junior Sister Su know what the current situation is?”

Xun Ji recalled the original text and guessed, “This is an illusion. We must follow the will of the illusion’s master to break out. Perhaps we didn’t replicate Fan Tian and Qingming’s experiences.”

“Well said,” Lu Yun Ting humbly sought advice. “What experiences are those?”

Xun Ji looked up at the room full of fiery red and scratched his cheek before spitting out two words:

“The wedding night.”

The air froze, and the atmosphere fell silent.

Lu Yun Ting slowly climbed off the bed and cupped his hands toward the woman on the bed with his back turned. “Junior Sister Su, rest first. I’ll go investigate again.”

“Come back.” Xun Ji speechlessly called him back. “It’s not a real wedding night. Let’s try sleeping together first.”

In the original text, Su Yanran had slept side by side with Lu Yun Ting, successfully advancing the illusion’s plot.

“That still won’t do.” Lu Yun Ting was resolute.

“Does Senior Brother Lu want to be trapped in this illusion forever? Is sleeping with me really that difficult for you?”

Lu Yun Ting’s brow furrowed deeply. “Men and women should maintain propriety. How could I do that to you?”

“When Senior Brother kissed me, did he think about propriety?” Xun Ji gazed at him lingeringly, his watery eyes welling up with tears.

Lu Yun Ting visibly panicked. “J-Junior Sister Su, I didn’t… I just…”

“Alright, I know Senior Brother is upright.” Xun Ji had teased him enough and retracted his tears, turning serious. “But being trapped is a small matter. Failing the sect’s mission is the big issue.”

Lu Yun Ting’s eyes sharpened, a piercing chill shooting toward Xun Ji. “You know the purpose of my trip?”

The turmoil of the Passing Immortal Bridge was a sect secret. If it leaked, the entire Cultivation World would be destabilized. The matter of retrieving the Buddha Heart Stone naturally couldn’t be publicized either—even his two junior brothers from the same sect thought this trip was just for training.

“My master is Xuanjing Zhenren. He sent me in to help Senior Brother.” Xun Ji brazenly lied with his eyes wide open.

“Uncle Master Xuanjing?” Lu Yun Ting was stunned. “So that’s how it is.”

“So, we can sleep together now?” Xun Ji patted the bed beside him. “Senior Brother, escaping the illusion is the priority.”

Lu Yun Ting’s expression shifted on his face before he finally compromised and climbed onto the bed.

However, he held several teacups in his hand.

He carefully placed the teacups between them and filled them with tea.

“Junior Sister Su, please rest assured. I absolutely won’t cross half a step. I won’t take advantage of you again.” He earnestly guaranteed.

Xun Ji: “…”

He had already taken all the bigger advantages. What was wrong with sleeping under the covers? Besides, without physical contact, how was he supposed to grind Su Yanran’s favorability? But seeing Lu Yun Ting’s stubbornly unyielding appearance, it was clear he wouldn’t compromise anytime soon. He could only take it slow.

Another night of sound sleep passed.

Fortunately, when he woke this time, it was no longer the wedding night. Bright daylight streamed through the window, birds chirped cheerfully, a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of rice paddies, and the air was filled with the serene atmosphere unique to rural cottages.

Xun Ji flipped over in the bedding and bumped into a warm embrace.

A strong, powerful arm naturally wrapped around her slender waist. He lowered his head and pecked her cheek, his low voice laced with indulgence.

“Qingming, sleep a bit longer…”

Xun Ji: “…”

What was wrong with the protagonist? Did he go offline every time he slept?!

He was about to shake the Mirror Heart Bell when the man’s sharp black eyes suddenly opened, and then… he shoved him away.

Lu Yun Ting tumbled clumsily off the bed, knocking over the already tipped teacups with a clatter.

“J-Junior Sister Su, I…”

Oh ho, this restart was pretty fast—no kiss this time. Xun Ji sat up from the bedding, a section of tender white shoulder exposed outside, having been pulled down earlier. He leisurely dressed while glancing at Lu Yun Ting, whose face alternated between pale and red. “Absolutely won’t cross half a step? Won’t take advantage of Junior Sister at all?”

Before Xun Ji could fully enjoy that spectacular expression, a thunderous knocking sounded outside the room.

“Brother Fan! Brother Fan! Bad news! Something’s happened!”

Both of their expressions turned grave as they exchanged a glance. The plot had arrived.