Chapter 49 - Transmigrated into the world of an NTR novel as the NTR Bastard

The moon was like a jade plate, cold and distant. In the pitch black sky, the stars shone brilliantly, while the neon lights on the city streets shimmered like a million tiny lights. In the center of the world, Luo Qingchuan saw Su Yingxue smiling at him with a gentle gaze. The wind was no longer cold, everything was no longer cold. They seemed to travel through the clouds, descending in the air, as if falling into the deepest part of the universe, dancing in the loneliest darkness. The sky and the earth seemed to be mirrors that reflected each other in reverse, showing a magnificent scenery, like a masterpiece crafted by a master painter. Luo Qingchuan could hear the sound of the wind whistling past his ears. The sound of the wind was complex and ever-changing, fierce yet gentle. It gathered together and transformed, he could hear the beautiful chorus of the choir children, the mysterious and ethereal chanting of the songstress, and the elegant melody played by the orchestra in the empty theater. The two slowly landed on the rooftop of a villa in the distant suburbs and sat together, gazing at the moon. Su Yingxue seemed tired and curled up in the boy's arms like a cat. Her eyes reflected countless stars, but they were still not as radiant as the vague figure beside her. Their figures were vague in the dark night. "I heard a saying, 'Every day that you don't dance is a day wasted.'" "When I saw this saying, I suddenly started to cry. I think I have wasted a lot of time." Luo Qingchuan listened quietly to Su Yingxue's words. He lowered his head and gently brushed the disheveled strands of hair on her fair face, carefully revealing the exquisite and elegant beauty of the girl. "But I have no regrets, no remorse. Luo Qingchuan, those days that I have wasted, every minute and every second accumulates, making me love you even more in the future." Su Yingxue slowly closed her eyes, her fairy-like face adorned with a lovely smile. She fell into a deep sleep in Luo Qingchuan's embrace, her slender waist seemingly fragile, her legs curved into a soft arc beneath her school uniform skirt, and her alluring chest rose and fell gently. Radiant and elegant, a peerless beauty. The spiritual power in Su Yingxue's delicate body had been depleted after flying for a long time. Without any defenses, Su Yingxue had entrusted all her beauty to Luo Qingchuan. Luo Qingchuan carefully picked up the sleeping girl and carried her back to the bedroom, where he gently laid her delicate and fragrant body on the bed. He paused for a moment. Luo Qingchuan's fingertips gently touched Su Yingxue's school uniform buttons, undoing them one by one, revealing the smooth and fair skin beneath. Su Yingxue's tender collarbone trembled gently with her breath, and her slender shoulders relaxed on the bed. Her waist seemed to be adorned with palace tapestries, soft and delicate. The undone clothes exposed her smooth abdomen, dotted with faint stars. Moving further down, Luo Qingchuan removed the short skirt around Su Yingxue's waist, revealing her slender and intertwined legs, which displayed a breathtaking curve. Her fair skin was as translucent as jade, and the delicate veins could be seen clearly. Her eyelashes were long and dense, her breath soft and delicate. Her black hair spread calmly on the pillow. She murmured, "Luo Qingchuan, let's sleep together..." Luo Qingchuan found it hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl would willingly straddle him, with her small face covered by flowing black hair and a charming smile that he couldn't refuse. She possessed everything he had, without any reservation. Their young bodies merged together, and her soft and tender lips uttered sweet and melodious moans, like a solo violin that tugged at his heartstrings, causing his heart to tremble. Having done nothing wrong, Luo Qingchuan covered the weary girl with a soft blanket, gently stroking her cheek, speechless for a while, his mind in turmoil. Su Yingxue's heart was like an arrow, bravely pursuing happiness. Once released, it would never turn back. But it was also fragile like porcelain, and the girl happily handed the porcelain over to Luo Qingchuan, asking him to hold it and never let go. Luo Qingchuan carried the sleeping girl and returned to the bedroom. He thought for a moment. His ten fingers touched Su Yingxue, undoing the buttons of her school uniform one by one, revealing her smooth and fair skin. Su Yingxue's rosy collarbone gently trembled as she breathed, and her delicate shoulders lay relaxed on the bed. Her waist seemed to be adorned with palace tapestries, soft and slender. The undone clothes revealed her smooth and flat abdomen, adorned with stars of faint powder. Moving further down, Luo Qingchuan removed the short skirt around Su Yingxue's waist, revealing her slender and intertwined legs, which displayed a breathtaking curve. Her fair skin was as transparent as jade, and the delicate veins could be seen clearly. The girl's long and dense eyelashes, her soft and delicate breath, her black hair quietly spread on the pillow. She whispered, "Luo Qingchuan, let's sleep together..." Luo Qingchuan found it hard to imagine that such a beautiful girl would willingly straddle him, with her small face covered by flowing black hair and a charming smile that he couldn't refuse. She possessed everything he had, without any reservation. Their young bodies merged together, and her soft and tender lips uttered sweet and melodious moans, like a solo violin that tugged at his heartstrings, causing his heart to tremble. Having done nothing wrong, Luo Qingchuan covered the weary girl with a soft blanket, gently stroking her cheek, speechless for a while, his mind wandering. Su Yingxue's heart was like a brave arrow, pursuing happiness. Once released, it would never turn back. But it was also the most fragile porcelain, and the girl handed the porcelain over to Luo Qingchuan joyfully, asking him to hold it and never let go. Luo Qingchuan walked into the courtyard, feeling the cool breeze. He stretched lazily, smiling warmly and relaxedly. "Let's begin." Luo Qingchuan sat cross-legged on the grass and summoned the Green Ghost mask to start his cultivation ritual. Today's secret battle with Zuo Tian had sounded the alarm for Luo Qingchuan. Luo Qingchuan had to keep moving forward and give it his all, otherwise, he would be caught up by the true child of fate, and he might end up in a miserable state. Not only that, but there were also Luo Chuning, Que Xie, and the identities of the demonic cultivators... The fiends hidden in the dark corners of the world, full of endless malice, were waiting for the right moment to choose their prey. Luo Qingchuan used his spiritual energy as a knife and cut his right index finger, allowing a drop of blood to fall onto the eerie ghost mask. Ten fingers connected to the heart, so the blood on the fingertips was also called the blood of the heart. Luo Qingchuan merged his consciousness with it, sensing the presence of the Green Ghost, creating a subtle connection. After completing the ritual, the Green Ghost turned into a phantom and projected into the back of Luo Qingchuan's hand. The young man stood up energetically, raising his right hand under the vast night sky. He plucked a fearsome mask from the void and put it on his face. In an instant, his spiritual consciousness became clear, the world expanded, and every leaf, potted plant, flower, and even insects in the courtyard became vivid and distinct in Luo Qingchuan's vision. At the same time, Luo Qingchuan felt calm. He had never been this calm before. The young man's thoughts were incredibly clear, blocking out any unnecessary distractions. It was as if he had given up his humanity and become a fighting machine. Luo Qingchuan realized that a person without techniques could immediately become a formidable warrior once they used the Green Ghost, seizing every opportunity. To put it in metaphorical terms, it was like playing a MOBA game with a script or a sword-fighting game with an automatic blocking cheat. However, unfortunately, the Green Ghost did not provide a physical enhancement to its user's combat strength. When faced with opponents who were far superior in cultivation, it could create opportunities, but it couldn't create miracles. A spiritual weapon could only be fully integrated and utilized by a cultivator who devoted their heart and soul to its cultivation. It would become a cultivator's closest companion and the most intimate comrade-in-arms, becoming a part of the cultivator. Otherwise, it was just a prop. That's why Luo Qingchuan had severed Zuo Tian's flying sword during their secret battle, leaving behind traces of blood on the road. It was evident that he had suffered serious injuries. The Green Ghost was not an ordinary spiritual weapon. A cultivator needed to expend spiritual energy to use it; otherwise, it would automatically return to the Qi Sea. A cultivator who had exhausted their spiritual energy was like a dying beast immersed in blood. A beast that could no longer stand up and fight, the Green Ghost refused to provide assistance. Luo Qingchuan quickly took off the grotesque mask, took out his phone, and opened the 'Que Xie' app. Luo Qingchuan completed his personal profile. The 'Wanderer' identity didn't require privacy information, only cultivation level and a wanderer code were needed. After much contemplation, Luo Qingchuan decided on a code name. He wasn't good at naming things, so he simply borrowed the name of the Green Ghost. Wanderer: Green Ghost. Cultivation Level: Second Stage Foundation Building. Points: 0 Reputation Stars: 3 "Congratulations on your successful registration, esteemed Mr. Green Ghost. I wish you great fortune on your martial journey." ...... ...... ...... "What's this..." In the magnificent golden tower, Zuo Tian, his face pale, followed the remnants of the Ancestor's soul and arrived at a wall. The wall was filled with all kinds of masks, each with its own unique style. "Choose one." The Ancestor sighed. "You must seize the opportunity when Luo Qingchuan is not at home, as he is protected by a powerful expert." Zuo Tian was surprised and hesitated. Disheartened, he said, "Luo Qingchuan is just an ordinary person, at Qi Refinement Stage 2 even after taking pills. He is not worthy to be my enemy. And yet... I have to go to such lengths for him? Is it unfair to me?" He felt a sense of resentment. "A gentleman keeps his talents hidden until it's time to act." Seeing Zuo Tian's persistence, the Ancestor looked around until his gaze landed on one of the masks. Zuo Tian unexpectedly felt a sense of joy, like a child who had found a beloved toy. "This one." Zuo Tian pointed at it. The Ancestor looked away and noticed the mask of an eerie and enchanting fox face. The fox face wore a light and mysterious smile, as if the one chosen by fate was disdainful of all living beings. "Why this one?" asked the Ancestor. "It looks good," Zuo Tian narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly. "Even if I wear it to kill Luo Qingchuan, it probably won't scare him. If he knows the reason behind it, he might even be grateful."