Once Forbidden Thoughts Arise, Half a Year

"Xiao Yan, use Dream Entry for Aunt Yue."

Tang Yuehua stroked his face, her tone gentle yet carrying a trace of longing.

Lu Yan nodded.

Tang Yuehua lay on the lounge chair with her eyes lightly closed.

Her mind no longer lingered on the past. The figures of Eldest Brother and Second Brother had vanished as well.

Only the tall, upright figure of a youth remained, deeply and clearly imprinted upon her heart.

"A'Yan, let Aunt Yue... dream of you."

There was no longer any resistance in her heart. She even longed to dream of A'Yan.

Only in that Dream belonging solely to them could she reveal her altered feelings without restraint.

Only there could she cast aside all her reserve and shackles, throwing herself into his embrace without hesitation.

Greedily drinking in that blazing, pure tenderness belonging only to the youth.

There, his world contained only her.

And his gaze lingered on her alone.

After Tang Yuehua fell asleep, Lu Yan sensed all these thoughts.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Once the barriers around one's heart had been broken, once the difference between reality and dreams had been laid bare,

there was no possibility of returning to the beginning.

Naturally, Lu Yan indulged her. He even added fuel to the flames.

Then he lay down on the chair beside her and fell asleep.

When she awoke from her dream,

Tang Yuehua slowly opened her eyes, joy still lingering on her face.

She looked at the youth beside her, her eyes full of tenderness.

Her fingertips, light as feathers, gently fell upon the youth's clean, handsome profile.

"Xiao Yan..." Tang Yuehua murmured softly, her voice carrying the clinging affection of someone still dreaming. "If your gaze, no matter where you were... could linger only for me, how wonderful would that be..."

Her gaze had long since fallen.

She had never imagined that one day, she would become obsessed with a youth.

Her eyes drifted downward uncontrollably.

They settled on his lightly pursed, sharply defined thin lips.

A bold thought exploded in her heart like a spark—

She actually wanted to... kiss him.

Lu Yan's eyelashes trembled lightly.

Tang Yuehua, who had been watching him all along, was startled. Like a frightened deer, she hurriedly tried to withdraw her hand.

Yet she was a step too late.

Lu Yan had already opened his eyes. Still hazy from waking, he asked in a lazy, intimate voice, "Aunt Yue, what's wrong?"

Tang Yuehua's earlobes instantly flushed crimson, her heart pounding like thunder.

Just now... she had acted like an Obsessed Woman. Not only had she secretly touched his face, she had even wanted to...

Tang Yuehua forced herself to remain calm, maintaining her elegant voice, though the end of it carried an almost imperceptible tremble. "Aunt Yue saw that your head was about to droop, so I wanted to straighten it for you. I didn't expect you to wake up."

Understanding dawned on Lu Yan, and he gave her a clean, bright smile. "Thank you, Aunt Yue."

A wave of heat mixed with shame and sweetness swept through Tang Yuehua's body.

Her toes curled tightly inside her High Heels.

She exerted so much force that the Thin Silk covering the tops of her feet stretched taut.

She really was... terrible.

Clearly, she was the one consumed by greedy thoughts, yet she had made the youth thank her.

But... in the dream, he had clearly been A'Yan who belonged to her alone.

"Oh, right, Xiao Yan. Aunt Yue had someone prepare some medicinal herbs. Soaking in them while cultivating can relieve fatigue, stabilize your foundation, and help improve your cultivation."

The Soul Tool around Tang Yuehua's wrist flashed, and a large assortment of carefully sorted medicinal herbs appeared on the table beside them.

Lu Yan looked them over and found quite a few rare herbs among them.

They would help him as well.

"Aunt Yue, I can't accept these. You've already helped me too much."

Tang Yuehua's heart stirred, and she naturally pulled him into her embrace.

Just as she had held him in the dream.

"Aunt Yue used the Purple Ginseng Xiao Yan gave me last time. I felt refreshed all over, and even my Soul Power increased slightly. There has never been Purple Ginseng this effective on the market. These few herbs are nothing."

She wanted to do something for him.

Xiao Yan was a genius, so she would use every resource within her control to help him soar.

"If you refuse to accept them, then you don't recognize Aunt Yue."

"...All right." Lu Yan finally relented and promised in a muffled voice against her embrace, "In the future, Xiao Yan will definitely find Spirit Grass with even better medicinal effects, so Aunt Yue can Embark On the path of cultivation too."

As he spoke, not only did his nose fill with her fragrance, but his lips brushed against her from time to time as well.

Tang Yuehua smiled and nodded, the tip of her heart trembling. "All right. Aunt Yue will wait."

Her Martial Soul had been born with a limit of only level ten.

Though she had cultivated diligently for years without missing a single day, there had never been even the slightest possibility of a breakthrough.

But she did not want to discourage him.

Her jade-like hand gently brushed across his cheek, inadvertently grazing his lips.

They were so soft, so warm.

It made her want to kiss them.

But she could not. She would scare him away.

She needed to be like the most patient Hunter, guiding him step by step.

She needed to make him... fall deeper and deeper, until he held her in his heart, just as he did in the dream.

Belonging to her alone.

Time seemed to stretch on. After an unknown period, Lu Yan suddenly pulled himself free from her embrace.

Deprived of his warmth, Tang Yuehua shivered at the chill. Instinctively, she wanted to grab him, but forcibly stopped herself.

She could not rush.

Just as when dealing with those nobles, the more anxious she was, the harder it would be to achieve her goal.

"Aunt Yue, I..." Lu Yan's face turned 'red.'

Tang Yuehua smiled gently. "All right, Xiao Yan. Keep working hard and become even stronger."

She did not mention the embrace at all.

Lu Yan nodded firmly.

That was something he would never change.

Five days later, Lu Yan received the components for his Hidden Weapons. They had been crafted with exceptional precision.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Lu Yan had installed two Godly Zhuge Crossbows and a Sleeve Arrow.

The Godly Zhuge Crossbows in particular used rare metals. Compared to the original Iron Essence version, they were more powerful and far deadlier.

They could break defensive Soul Skills below level forty. Against an unguarded Soul King, they could even... kill with a single strike.

That was merely the destructive power of the crossbow bolts themselves, without any added poison.

If Green Phosphorus Snake Poison were added, then once they broke through a target's defense, their power would likely be enough to threaten a Soul Saint. Even if it could not kill them, it would certainly reduce most of their combat strength.

Poison Douluo was the greatest poison user in the world. Even when separated from his body, his poison remained terrifyingly effective.

Though the Sleeve Arrow was not particularly powerful, if it was coated in the same poison, its deterrent power would be just as formidable.

With these two Hidden Weapons for protection,

Lu Yan felt more assured.

At the very least, he now had the ability to threaten high-level Soul Masters.

Time passed quickly, and half a year flashed by.

One day, Lu Yan woke up in Moonlight Pavilion.

Tang Yuehua lay on her side on the Bed half a meter away, her jade-like hand supporting her pretty face.

She simply watched him quietly, her gaze so gentle it could drown a person.

"Aunt Yue, what's wrong?" Lu Yan sat up, though his hand rested between his legs.

Tang Yuehua casually glanced over, and her smile deepened.

As she rose, the Brocade Quilt slid to her waist, outlining her lush, graceful, captivating curves.

"My Xiao Yan is becoming more handsome by the day. Who knows how many lovestruck young girls you'll enchant in the future?"

Lu Yan smiled at her words and returned her gaze with complete sincerity. "Aunt Yue... is becoming ever more beautiful and enchanting as well, a Peerless Grace."

Hearing his straightforward praise, the smile in Tang Yuehua's eyes deepened, and her heart was as sweet as honey.

She could meet him in dreams, yet had to observe propriety in reality.

It was truly tormenting.

Tang Yuehua rose and walked barefoot to him, naturally extending her hand.

Lu Yan looked puzzled. "Aunt Yue, you..."

"As a gentleman, one should keep one's clothes neat and tidy. You cannot be careless."

Tang Yuehua's tone was gentle as her jade-like hands carefully arranged his messy collar.

Once she was done, Lu Yan smiled and extended his hand as well. "You only talk about me, but Aunt Yue's hair is a little messy too, isn't it?"

He naturally began to smooth her disheveled hair.

Tang Yuehua, however, took the opportunity to hook her fingers around the silver hairpin at the back of her head and gently pulled it free. With a toss of her head,

her waterfall-like blue hair cascaded down like a celestial maiden scattering her locks. Carrying a delicate fragrance, it softly brushed against his face and swept over the corner of his lips.

"Then... could Xiao Yan help Aunt Yue comb her hair?"

Naturally, Lu Yan had no objection. The two went to the dressing table.

Tang Yuehua sat on the stool, twisting her slender waist as she looked up at him with watery eyes and placed a Peach Wood Comb in his hand.

Not only the wooden comb, but her hand as white as jade as well.

Lu Yan held it.

He gently combed her hair, his movements natural and smooth.

"Xiao Yan, your technique is even better than Aunt Yue's."

Tang Yuehua looked at the youth gently combing her hair in the mirror.

Her eyes were filled with tenderness.