The Young Matriarch-Chapter 241 - : Turn Clouds Over Rain, Pluck the Moon and Scatter the Stars

Chapter 241: Chapter 241: Turn Clouds Over Rain, Pluck the Moon and Scatter the Stars

Duan Feihan’s entire body shuddered as his slender fingers abruptly tightened into a grip.

Bai Chuwei giggled, her innocent expression resembling that of a small deer as she said, “Hanhan, the only reason I said that is because you’re sitting right in front of me.”

Everyone else could look forward, yet only she could not.

Because she couldn’t see the path ahead.

She had lived for more than five thousand years and would remain immortal in the future.

Duan Feihan’s tone was indifferent as he spoke with the mountain breeze, “If you want to look at me, that’s okay too.”

Bai Chuwei’s head was spinning, and she rubbed her ears, “Hmm? What did you just say?”

A muscle in Duan Feihan’s forehead twitched. Just how much had she drunk?

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Duan Feihan reached out with his long hand, snatching her little gourd, “That’s enough, stop drinking. You’re drunk.”

Bai Chuwei’s eyes widened in displeasure as she glared at Duan Feihan, “More.”

Duan Feihan held down the slightly cool hand Bai Chuwei reached out and, with considerable patience and a good nature, said, “Be good and listen, don’t drink anymore.”

His voice was low and seductive like the evening breeze at night.

Bai Chuwei abruptly stood up, swaying on the mountain’s peak, and Duan Feihan rose in alarm. In a few strides, he rushed forward, enveloping her in his arms, and looked down fearfully at the cliff edge.

Who on earth had built stone tables and chairs on this mountain peak?

One careless step could mean a direct fall and certain death!

Bai Chuwei snuggled into his arms and then suddenly hooked her arm around Duan Feihan’s neck, her voice laced with intoxication alluringly calling out, “Hanhan…”

The young girl’s clear and spirited voice carried a strong scent of alcohol, pure yet tempting. Duan Feihan’s eyes briefly flickered, his prominent Adam’s apple moving unconsciously as his breath suddenly became labored.

He asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”

Bai Chuwei, hooking his neck, walked towards the edge of the mountain peak and asked with a cheerful smile, “Hanhan, would you like to be my little brother?”

Duan Feihan silently regarded the overlapping layers of mountain forests, the romantic thoughts that had surfaced earlier vanishing instantly.

Sure enough, it was just like Bai Chuwei…

To say only these kinds of things.

Duan Feihan responded, “I do not wish to, do you intend to push me down?”

Bai Chuwei felt exasperated, “If I push you down, I’d have to save you afterward. Forget it, I’d rather not.”

Over these five thousand years, Spiritual Energy had been continuously withering away, and cultivators had gradually disappeared. It had taken twenty years to finally discover a Spiritual Qi Repository, and losing it would be upsetting for her.

Duan Feihan hooked her waist and pulled her back from the mountain’s summit.

The sky had long since darkened, and in the mountains without any lights, everything was pitch black. The distant howling of wolves could be heard from the woods.

Bai Chuwei tilted her head, her eyes clouded with drunkenness, and mumbled, “Has it already gotten dark?”

Bai Chuwei raised her hand, and with a gentle wave in the air, it was as if starlight had fallen, tiny specks of light appearing on the branches in the forest.

With a mere gesture, the old ancestors could control the weather, pluck the moon, and arrange the stars.

In an instant, the top of Yunwu Mountain lit up, and the two of them seemed to be situated amidst the Milky Way, a sight so beautiful it was dazzling.

Bai Chuwei picked up her chopsticks to eat, humming contentedly while eating the dishes prepared by Cao Jinhai, “Cao Jinhai’s cooking isn’t bad, almost matches his ancestors’ skill.”

“Do you want some, Hanhan?” Bai Chuwei propped her chin and asked with a bright smile, looking at the man across from her, “The dishes aren’t cold yet.”

Duan Feihan’s dark eyes watched the bright light that almost illuminated the night sky from the mountain peak, struggling to maintain his usual composure. He finally asked,

“Are you… Bai Chu from twenty years ago?”