Chapter 124: Intentional Planting Bears No Bloom, While Unintentional Willows Grow Shade

Dusk filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting a sacred golden glow upon the two figures entwined in an embrace—serene and tranquil. Their bodies shimmered faintly with an elusive blue light. The glow emanated from Larulas, yet at this moment, both had their eyes closed, unaware of it.

In truth, Tang Yi longed to open his eyes. But he dared not. This was Larulas’s final bastion of modesty; if the young girl caught him peeking, she would surely ignore him for at least two days. Tang Yi would not take that risk.

The blue light resembled telekinesis yet was not quite that—it flickered intermittently. At first, it appeared only on Larulas’s lower abdomen, then gradually spread over more of her body—the chest, neck, face, and lips. From her lips, the blue light began to extend slowly toward Tang Yi.

Their mouths remained pressed together, bathed in the fading sunlight, as if in this moment they had merged into one inseparable whole.

Neither Tang Yi nor Larulas noticed this; with eyes shut, they embraced the enveloping darkness. Strangely, Tang Yi did not feel the usual dread that darkness brings. Instead, he sensed Larulas so close—the warmth of her lips, her gentle breath, and an indescribable, subtle intuition.

With her by his side, the darkness behind closed eyelids became a wellspring of comfort and contentment.

The kiss lingered for a long while. Remarkably, neither felt any discomfort or awkwardness. They savored the sensation of each other, immersing themselves deeply in the moment.

Eventually, Larulas felt her lips grow dry and tender—the physical discomfort surpassing the feeling—and almost simultaneously, both opened their eyes, startled.

When did night fall outside the window? The sun had completely set.

How long had they been kissing?

Even more astonishing, though no lights were on inside, the room was not plunged into total darkness. Tiny blue glimmers floated between Tang Yi and Larulas, bathing half the room in a magical azure glow.

“What is this?” Larulas asked, wide-eyed.

“I don’t know. I was just about to ask you. Did you do something?” Tang Yi replied. As a human, he clearly lacked such abilities.

“I—I don’t know,” Larulas said, perplexed, stepping toward the door. “I’ll turn on the light.”

“Wait!” Tang Yi grabbed her hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just hold on a moment.”

Tang Yi reached out, trying to catch the blue glimmers, but they slipped through his fingers like fireflies. After their lips parted, the light dimmed visibly, fading slowly into the air.

He fidgeted aimlessly, then suddenly realized something. He stretched out his hands again and firmly clenched his fists, refusing to let go.

After several seconds, he opened his palms. In his hands, the light had condensed into tiny points, no larger than grains of rice—like stars scattered in the dark.

“I know what this is.”

“What is it?”

“This is your energy.”

Larulas frowned. “I thought that too, but it doesn’t quite look like it. It’s not psychic energy or fairy energy.”

“Hm, it’s unrelated to those attributes. This energy belongs uniquely to you. I read in history books that two centuries ago, an energy storm altered the physiology of elves. Each elf retains some of that storm’s energy within, which serves as the source of their powers.”

“From this energy, psychic, fairy, and other elemental energies derive. These lights are the origin.”

“How do you know this?” Larulas asked, half understanding. Though the energy was hers, she couldn’t explain how it worked.

“I just feel it,” Tang Yi said, smiling suddenly.

He extended his index finger and toyed with the dwindling blue glow. Miraculously, it swirled around his fingertip as if enchanted.

Guiding the blue light, Tang Yi sketched a crooked blue heart in midair, as if wielding a marker.

“This is for you,” he said softly.

Larulas tilted her head. “Is that... a steamed bun?”

Uh…

The mood instantly deflated.

Alright, Tang Yi admitted he was no artist.

Eventually, the blue energy dissipated entirely. The whole phenomenon hadn’t lasted long—once separated from Larulas’s body, the energy drifted away like a leaf on the wind, vanishing swiftly.

Tang Yi went to the door and switched on the light, checking the time.

Good heavens, nearly an hour had passed. No wonder it was dark outside. They had shared an unexpectedly long kiss.

But Larulas still had questions. “How did you do that?”

“Hm?”

“That blue energy—you could control it?” Her eyes sparkled. She meant how Tang Yi had guided the energy into shapes.

“I don’t understand the principles, but I know only I can control this energy. Or rather, only elves can. And yet you can too. Could it be…”

“You mean, you think I’m not human?” Tang Yi teased, finishing her thought.

Larulas nodded instinctively.

If neither of them were human, laws wouldn’t apply—an encouraging thought.

Tang Yi tapped her forehead lightly with his finger. “My silly Larulas, what wild notions are running through your head?”

He was undoubtedly a genuine human—no doubt about that.

“I know I’m dumb! Why are you hitting me?” Larulas pouted, covering her forehead with her hands, though Tang Yi’s touch was gentle, causing no pain.

“Humans can’t control this energy—at least not without outside aid. I’m not sure why, but if I’m right, it’s because deep down, you don’t reject me.”

“Eh?”

“I think what Master Fang Tianze wanted to teach us is exactly this.”

Pausing, Tang Yi chuckled playfully. “That guy Ebu’s ‘secret trick’ probably means this too.”

Reflecting on all their recent futile practice, Tang Yi suddenly understood why mastering this ability was so difficult.

It was exactly as the saying goes: when you try earnestly, nothing blooms; when you least expect it, shade grows from a chance seedling.