The Last Night in Sunset Forest, Someone's Headed for Trouble, Someone's Socially Dead

Sunset Forest, the last night.

Ye Qing finally took pity on everyone and returned all the personal belongings that had been confiscated before the trip.

The moment Ning Rongrong saw her folding dressing table, her pupils dilated in shock.

She rushed forward and hugged him tightly, completely breaking down in her defenses.

That expression was even more exaggerated than when they fused with the Soul Bone.

She didn't cry when she fused with the Soul Bone, but when she saw the dressing table, tears almost welled up in her eyes.

As expected, what women care about most is not cultivation.

A campfire is lit.

The liquor has been opened.

The Sunset Forest Farewell Night of the Imperial Fighting Team.

Yu Feng pulled out three bottles of his private stash of strong liquor from some unknown corner.

The Shi Brothers somehow got hold of a large bag of dried meat; it was quite a generous portion.

Ning Rongrong also found a variety of exquisite snacks among her supplies and laid them all out on the floor.

Ye Qing glanced at it and silently gave himself a thumbs up for his decision to confiscate it back then.

Goodness!

If these people had been released earlier, what would have been the point of their cultivation?

Let's just have a picnic right here.

The group gathered around the campfire, toasting and drinking, and the atmosphere quickly shifted from celebration to a drunken frenzy.

Six months of pressure, sweat, fear, and growth were all transformed into strong liquor in a glass, which I downed in one gulp.

After several rounds of drinks...

Ye Lingling and Ning Rongrong were the first to give up.

Ye Lingling couldn't drink much to begin with, and after three cups, her cheeks turned a light pink, and her eyes began to wander.

Although Ning Rongrong was putting on a brave face, her actions betrayed her, and she had already started talking nonsense.

The two eventually helped each other back to the tent.

Yu Feng, Osler, and the Shi Brothers got more and more tipsy as they drank.

Especially Yu Feng,

Towards the end of the drinking session, he started hooking his arm around Osler's neck and singing, so off-key that even the night birds were startled and flew away.

The ending was entirely predictable.

One by one, they collapsed by the campfire, completely drunk.

Ye Qing looked at the haphazardly laid-out "corpses" in front of him and sighed helplessly.

He used his Azure Flame to evaporate the alcohol from his body and remained perfectly sober.

After all, this is Sunset Forest, not a resort.

Someone always has to bear the burden.

So Captain Ye carried them one by one, moving his drunken teammates back to the tent.

After carrying the last person, Ye Qing dusted off his hands (which weren't actually dust) and turned to go back to his tent.

But a hand grabbed his wrist.

Those were burning fingertips.

Ye Qing turned around.

Dugu Yan appeared behind him without his noticing.

Her long, emerald-green hair shimmered softly in the moonlight, and a gentle breeze brushed a few strands across her cheek.

Her eyes were slightly unfocused, showing signs of intoxication but mostly sober.

But that slight buzz actually softened all her usual arrogance and sharp edges.

"Ye Qing."

His voice carried a slight hoarseness and languor unique to those who have been drinking, and his breath carried a faint aroma of alcohol mixed with the crisp scent of dew from Sunset Forest.

"It's the last day."

She took Ye Qing's hand and walked towards the stream outside the camp.

His fingertips tightened slightly, with an undeniable force.

"I want to... keep a memento."

Ye Qing looked down at her burning fingertips.

He glanced again at the deep, almost impenetrable blush at the base of her ears.

Everything is understood without words.

He didn't say much, but left One Qi Transforms Three Purities Ones, to guard the camp at night.

Then he let Dugu Yan pull him towards the place where the moonlight met the stream.

The moon is bright, the stars are few, and the stream murmurs softly.

Occasionally, night birds would be startled by some sound and flutter their wings as they swept past the treetops.

But those sounds were quickly drowned out by the sound of flowing water.

The moonlight, like water, covered all the scenes that shouldn't be seen.

The campfire had burned down to ashes.

Inside the camp, the snoring of Yu Feng and the others rose and fell.

Only Ye Qing stood there, keeping watch, in the entire camp.

A closer look reveals that his gaze is empty and even, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

This is an incarnation.

As for the main body... it's currently busy with other matters.

"Woo!"

Ning Rongrong crawled out of the tent in a daze.

The slight buzz from a few drinks hadn't completely worn off, and my head was still spinning.

Only one thought was driving her: to find a place to relieve herself at night.

She rubbed her eyes, stepped into the moonlight, and swayed towards the stream.

That's the area where the girls take care of their bodily hygiene, which was planned from the beginning of training.

Moonlight filters through the treetops, casting shimmering light on the stream.

The night breeze, carrying cool, moist air, brushed against my cheeks, so Sisi and comfortable that I almost sighed.

It's very quiet.

It was so quiet that you could hear the soft rustling of the stream flowing over the pebbles.

But there seems to be some noise today.

Ning Rongrong stopped in her tracks.

That's not a stream.

It wasn't the sound of insects.

Ning Rongrong subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

"Eh!!!"

My pupils dilated suddenly, and all sleepiness vanished!

Two shadows intertwined on the shallow bank of the stream under the moonlight.

Ning Rongrong's brain went blank with a "buzz".

Her face transformed into a cooked shrimp at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It burned all the way down from my cheeks to my ears to my neck, and I couldn't stop it.

"Waaaaa!!!"

She covered her mouth tightly, forcefully silencing the scream that was about to escape her lips.

Then, with a speed he had never felt before, he turned and retreated.

To be precise, they fled in disarray.

My heart is pounding.

The temperature on my face was almost high enough to fry an egg.

The images in my mind can't be erased.

She was running so fast that she tripped and almost fell face-first into the mud.

She finally stumbled and ran back to the camp.

But then she saw a figure standing in front of her!

"Ye Qing?"

Ning Rongrong was nearly scared out of her wits.

But the next second, she noticed something was wrong.

The Ye Qing standing before him had an unusually calm gaze.

There was no smile, no mockery, no expression whatsoever that belonged to "Ye Qing".

His eyes were vacant.

Ning Rongrong's thoughts raced; this wasn't Ye Qing, it was that incarnation Soul Skill!

"Call..."

Ning Rongrong let out a long breath and slapped her burning cheeks twice.

"Calm down, Ning Rongrong."

"You didn't see anything."

"You just got up to pee in the middle of the night, you didn't see anything."

She closed her eyes, trying to forcibly erase the scene from her memory.

However, Dugu Yan's completely different appearance from usual was impossible to get rid of.

The more you try to forget, the clearer it becomes.

That's utterly traitorous.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the curtain of a tent was pulled open.

Ning Rongrong turned around abruptly.

Ye Lingling swayed out, her hair loose over her shoulders, her eyes hazy, and she rubbed her eyes and yawned.

Then, she walked towards the stream.

They were clearly awakened by the same physiological needs.

"!!!"

Ning Rongrong's pupils suddenly contracted.

No!

Absolutely not!

That area is now a restricted zone!

This is an accident scene that is not suitable for children!

"Ling... Lingling!"

Ye Lingling turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth.

Her mind raced; what should she say?

"Lingling, don't go over there?"

"I need to pee, why can't I go?"

"There's... there's..."

Her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't squeeze out a complete sentence.

Ye Lingling tilted her head, and before she could think of a good answer, she turned and continued walking towards the stream.

The urge to pee won't wait!

"Lingling!"

By the time Ning Rongrong realized what was happening, she was already far away.

Ning Rongrong stood there, her expression so captivating it could be framed.

After a moment of hesitation.

She let out a breath and made one of the most decisive decisions of her life: whatever!

He crawled back into the tent, pulled the blanket over himself from head to toe, and closed his eyes tightly.

Whatever.

Whatever Ye Lingling sees later has nothing to do with Ning Rongrong.

She turned over and buried her face in the pillow.