Chapter 487: Chapter 363: Other Immortals Are Not as Good as Me
The hairpin was carved with a smoke-cloud pattern, meticulously chosen by Chen Yi.
Even without looking, just by tracing its outline, Yin Weiyin could recognize this hairpin’s design.
He hadn’t selected those scholarly motifs like plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, or chrysanthemums, nor had he chosen grand symbols like peonies or phoenixes. It wasn’t even a green lotus. Instead, he picked the smoke-cloud pattern, symbolizing the vastness of the heavens...
How much thought had he truly put into this?
Yin Weiyin pondered in her heart as a warm current surged through her. Her lips curved slightly, displaying a trace of smugness.
When she calculated it, from their first meeting at Baihua Building, they had only known each other for a few days. Since their physical encounter in the underground palace, how long had it been? Merely three or four months.
And yet, he had already fallen to such an extent.
Perhaps in the future, if she asked him to be a stepping stone for her ascension to immortality, he would willingly comply.
Yin Weiyin sighed softly. This person who yielded to gentleness but rejected force still couldn’t outplay the divine calculations of those on the mountain.
She had him in her grasp like this—imagine if he encountered another Immortal...
The female crown furrowed her brows and abruptly asked:
"Will you encounter other Immortals?"
Chen Yi, unsure why she suddenly asked that, blinked and replied:
"The roads of Jianghu are long; avoiding other Immortals is harder than ascending to heaven."
Yin Weiyin’s brows knitted tighter. Her lips lightly pursed as she leaned against his embrace, a flicker of unease flashing through her heart.
In the end, he remained oblivious.
Chen Yi did not rush her. Though he didn’t know what she was thinking, he sensed she had something to say and patiently waited.
After a long pause, the female crown softly asked a question, seemingly out of nowhere:
"What did you think of me before?"
"Not very likable," Chen Yi replied bluntly.
"...Of course not likable. Treating you as just a mortal was bad enough, but scheming endlessly, using you when needed, discarding you when unnecessary,"
Speaking ill of herself felt unnatural to Yin Weiyin, but she continued:
"And hiding all of it behind the facade of immortal grace... That was the Yin Immortal you saw back then."
"And so?"
Chen Yi couldn’t quite follow her train of thought. This Great Yin who had always been proud was now listing her own flaws—had she turned over a new leaf today, was she remorseful and reflecting?
But judging by her tone, that didn’t seem right...
"Even the Taichua Goddess Yin Immortal is like this, so..."
Emotion simmering beneath, the female crown suppressed her unease and said, word by word:
"So if you encounter other Immortals, do not believe them."
Chen Yi: "..."
Unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips, Chen Yi blinked as he looked at her, while she carefully averted her gaze.
Chen Yi paused for a moment. So this entire elaborate roundabout wasn’t self-reflection—it was her indulging in groundless jealousy.
Yin Weiyin,
This is exactly Yin Weiyin.
Chen Yi asked meaningfully, "You want me not to trust other Immortals?"
Yin Weiyin nodded slightly, her voice clear and elegant as she said, "The roads of Jianghu are long, fraught with perils. Not to mention false Immortals borrowing tiger skins to strut, even True Immortals are not necessarily virtuous heavenly beings."
This rare moment of sincere advice, Chen Yi wouldn’t let it go in one ear and out the other—especially since she was clearly jealous.
In most families, particularly among officials and scholars, they loathed a woman of the household being jealous, often branding them the derogatory title of "shrew." The reason? Jealousy sowed discord and hindered progress, while harmony in the home was considered paramount—wives were expected to be respectful and courteous, maintaining a cooperative and serene atmosphere.
But Chen Yi wasn’t like most men. He had always enjoyed witnessing a woman’s jealousy over him.
After Yin Weiyin finished speaking, she cautiously cast him a sideways glance. Her unique charm naturally flowed through, prompting Chen Yi to let out a faint smile and pinch her lips as he said:
"If Yin Immortal doesn’t hurry and silence me, I might end up kissing another Immortal."
With that, he withdrew his hand.
Yin Weiyin took a couple of short breaths, her expression shifting slightly. She bit her lip, leaning forward to press her lips against his.
It’s just taking the initiative to kiss him, isn’t it? It’s not like she hadn’t done it before.
She reluctantly said, "Fine, consider it me indulging you this once."
Chen Yi stepped back,
The female crown fell into empty space. She tilted her head upwards, puzzled by his action.
Chen Yi curled his lips into a smirk and teased:
"Other Immortals would embrace me willingly, wouldn’t they?"
Yin Weiyin furrowed her brow and retorted sharply, "I can force myself too."
She was about to throw herself into his arms, head tilted upward for a kiss.
Chen Yi placed a hand against the female crown’s collarbone and said coldly, "I have a wife at home; Immortal need not force herself."
The female crown froze for a moment. "Your wife is me," she thought. For a moment, irritation gnawed at her, but she steadied herself and remarked, "Why do you tease me like this?"
"Do you think teasing you isn’t fun?"
"For you... it’s obviously fun," Yin Weiyin answered subduedly.
"Then of course I’ll tease you if it’s fun," Chen Yi said, spreading his hands.
Yin Weiyin felt a simmering frustration in her heart but held it back. She muttered gloomily:
"It’s not fun."
"Then I’ll tease you until it becomes fun," Chen Yi replied obnoxiously.
The female crown drew two quick breaths, her chest rising in indignation, as her fingers swiftly formed a spell.
As she raised her hand, Chen Yi, still reveling in his triumph, suddenly heard her utter: "Immobilize."
Chen Yi’s form abruptly stiffened.
Without showing much expression, the female crown stepped forward and tilted her lips upward, kiss boldly landing.
Their lips brushed together.
There was even a faint, almost imperceptible sizzling sound.
After recovering from the immobilization spell, Chen Yi didn’t resist anymore but instead embraced her tenderly, savoring the warmth of their kiss.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Yin Weiyin’s face was flushed like peach blossoms, her gaze darting away as she looked elsewhere, the embarrassment of the Immortal unmistakable.
Chen Yi couldn’t help but wonder if she was thinking of slaying the crimson dragon at this moment.
Because he was thinking of taming the white tiger.
Gusts of wind swept through the pavilion, roaring through its battered structure. The wind howled, layer upon layer, as if something was hidden within.