Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 849

Chapter 849: A New Piece Of Paradise Land [Warning: Taboo Between Siblings]

She absorbed his warmth and scent, focusing on the rhythm of his breath. One hand subconsciously touched his right arm, while the other rested against his muscular back, where his tattoo was hidden beneath his Hanfu.

She relaxed slightly upon noticing that his right arm was fine. But the hand that touched his back suddenly burned, as if something hot had seared her skin. Her eyes stung, turning red again. She didn’t want them to notice, so she tightly shut her eyes.

Shenlian Yinzhu’s body stiffened the moment her hand brushed against the snake tattoo on his back, even through his robes.

"Yue’er, are you uncomfortable anywhere?" His voice was hoarse, tinged with desire that he tried to suppress, though she didn’t notice. He placed her on his lap, embracing her in his arms, providing her with a sense of comfort and security.

His heart pounded against his chest, relishing this rare closeness. His lips lingered near her ear, his hot breath brushing against her skin. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he struggled to control himself.

Unable to resist, he pressed his lips against her ear, then moved to her cheek and down to her delicate neck. His kisses were obsessive yet featherlight, hot lips grazing her skin.

His arms tightened around her, as if he never wanted to let go, as if he longed to make her a part of himself.

But before he could lose himself further, her soft voice reached his ears.

"Brother, I want to learn more skills. I want to master everything, arrays, formations, alchemy, rune drawing, talismans, and poison refining." Her voice was so low, almost unheard, as if she were still lost in the memories of the illusion.

She didn’t notice the purple tattoo forming on her slender right wrist, a mark of Abyssal Veil Orchid petals.

Shenlian Yinzhu smiled softly, his gaze filled with doting affection. But beneath it, unspeakable pain lurked.

"Good," he whispered. "Whatever Yue’er wants, I will do my best to help her."

He knew she was hiding something. How many years and lifetimes had they spent together? He understood her nature well. If she didn’t want to talk, no one could force her. So, he would do everything to lift her spirits instead.

The others remained silent, watching them. Their emotions were complicated.

The bond between the two siblings was too deep, so deep that they could never replace Shenlian Yinzhu’s position in her heart. It wasn’t just love or affection.

It was something beyond comprehension, something so profound, so unreachable, that none of them could truly understand it.

But soon, their low spirits lifted. So what? None of them had ever wanted to replace Shenlian Yinzhu.

They knew their place in her heart. Their souls and hearts were connected to hers, and she loved them all equally. That was more than enough.

Once she had calmed down, Shenlian Yingyue picked up the black sword, now back in its original form. But the moment she held it, she noticed something strange.

The once shabby, worn-out sword had improved in appearance. It looked better than before. What happened?

She didn’t know. But she didn’t blame the sword for bringing her here. Instead, she thanked it, for allowing her to witness a past she had never known. She stroked the blade gently, then stood up.

The sword quivered in delight, releasing a coquettish aura, as if happy that she wasn’t angry.

"So, Master, how did you end up here?" Bing Xue asked, his tone filled with doubt.

He and the others, except for Shenlian Yinzhu, Jun Mu Yang, Zhiyi, and Xiong Zi Ying, had been inside the Ethereal Small World.

They didn’t know what had happened outside because, the moment she reached the mountaintop, her spiritual connection with the Ethereal Small World had suddenly severed. It had terrified them.

But thankfully, the disconnection lasted only a few seconds before everything returned to normal.

By the time they rushed out, they found her unconscious in Shenlian Yinzhu’s arms, pulled from the deep pond.

"I underwent a trial here," she explained, giving them the details, except for what she saw in the illusion.

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them. She just didn’t want them to share her pain. The past was like smoke, a painful memory.

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