Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off Chapter 757: The Sacred Pond’s Trial

The Sacred Pond was eerily quiet, wrapped in an unbroken silence that felt almost divine. A thin layer of white mist drifted lazily across the crystal-clear water, hiding everything in a dreamlike haze.

Gentle ripples spread across the surface again and again, carrying a strange aura that seemed to have existed since the beginning of time.

In the very center of the pond, Su Qinglan was completely soaked from head to toe. Her snow-white robes clung tightly to her delicate figure, while her long ginger hair floated around her like strands of soft seaweed beneath the translucent water.

She looked breathtakingly beautiful in the ethereal light.

Yet her beautiful face had become frighteningly pale, devoid of all her usual lively color.

She leaned weakly against An Mo’s broad chest, her breathing uneven, ragged, and shallow. Every breath felt painfully difficult, as if the dense divine energy around them was suffocating her fragile lungs.

The rims of her eyes had turned bright red, making her look unbelievably pitiful and helpless. Her entire body trembled uncontrollably in his arms, shivering from the inside out.

It felt as though every single bone inside her body was being shattered and reforged over and over again.

The pain she was enduring was far beyond words or description.

Unable to bear it any longer, she instinctively buried her face deep into An Mo’s chest, clutching tightly at his wet robes as though he were the only solid anchor keeping her standing in this tempest.

She desperately wanted to draw strength from his solid presence and warm body.

She wanted nothing more than to hide completely inside his safe embrace. Yet no matter how close she pressed against him, nothing could lessen the burning pain spreading through every corner of her body.

An Mo’s heart felt as though someone was ruthlessly tearing it apart piece by piece. He carefully brushed the wet, stray strands of hair away from her face, his heart aching violently. His large, warm hand gently cupped her icy cold cheek, trying to offer any comfort he could.

"My Lanlan..." His voice was softer than the gentle morning breeze, trembling with emotion.

"Just bear with it a little longer, my love. It will all be over soon." As he spoke, he gently pressed a tender kiss against her smooth forehead, lingering there.

He shifted his lips to kiss her temple and then the delicate corners of her eyes.

Each kiss was incredibly light and tender, as though he wished he could kiss away every single trace of excruciating pain she was currently enduring for the sake of their future together.

If he could, he truly wished he could take all of her suffering onto himself without hesitation. He would gladly bear this agonizing torment a thousand times over if it meant she would never have to feel even a single fleeting moment of pain or distress in her life.

His mate should never have to suffer like this. Su Qinglan slowly lifted her watery eyes to meet his.

Those beautiful eyes, usually filled with fierce confidence and mischievous light, were now clouded with intense pain, yet the moment they looked at An Mo, they softened completely.

At that singular moment, he was her entire world, the only person she could see in the mist. He was the only person she wanted to rely on in her moment of utter vulnerability.

She unconsciously moved even closer, her trembling fingers gripping his wet clothes tighter and tighter.

An Mo’s breathing became heavier as he held her fragile frame. His throat bobbed, and his heart trembled violently within his chest.

He had always known that his Lanlan was remarkably strong, a woman who laughed when facing deadly danger and smiled even when carrying heavy burdens.

She never liked showing weakness or vulnerability before anyone in the world.

But right now, she was clinging to him so helplessly, depending on him with every ounce of pure trust she possessed. Looking at her like that, his heart ached so much that he almost couldn’t breathe.

She was so beautiful...unbelievably and radiantly beautiful in his eyes.

Not simply because she looked flawless, but because she trusted him enough to reveal this fragile, hidden side that no one else in the world would ever be allowed to see.

She was completely his.

Suddenly, Su Qinglan’s delicate body stiffened rigidly against his chest.

A violent, overwhelming wave of pain surged through her bloodline again, threatening to crush her spirit. Her eyebrows knitted tightly together, and she bit down hard on her lower lip, desperately trying to stop herself from crying out.

"No, don’t do that," An Mo reacted immediately, his heart leaping into his throat. His thumb gently slipped between her clamped teeth to protect her.

"Don’t bite yourself, Lanlan. Bite me instead." His voice was firm and unyielding, yet filled with an endless, boundless tenderness for her.

He simply couldn’t bear seeing her hurt herself, not even a little bit. Su Qinglan’s long eyelashes trembled, and fresh, clear tears silently rolled from the corners of her eyes.

She could no longer endure the agony, and her sharp teeth gently sank into his firm thumb.

The pain was real and sharp, yet An Mo didn’t even frown or flinch.

Instead, his strong arms wrapped even tighter around her slender waist, pulling her completely into his safe embrace, as though he wished to shield her from all the suffering and trial in this world.

He lowered his head, placing a gentle, protective kiss on the top of her wet hair. His forehead rested lightly against hers as he slowly closed his eyes.

"It will be over soon..." His deep, resonant voice echoed softly beside her ear, steadying her trembling soul.

"My Lanlan..." he whispered, his heart overflowing with absolute devotion.

"When this trial is over, there will no longer be anyone in the Upper Domain capable of standing above you. No one... will ever be worthy of looking down on my female ever again."

His voice was calm and steady, but every single word carried unwavering faith in her strength.

To him, his Lanlan had always been extraordinary from the moment they met. The Sacred Pond was merely proving to the entire realm what he had already known from the very beginning.

Around them, the ancient, divine waters quietly swirled in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Soft white mist wrapped around their intertwined bodies like a gentle, sacred embrace.

Time itself seemed to slow to a complete crawl, and the vast world around them fell into a profound, peaceful silence.

There were no outsiders present to disturb them, no noise, and no distractions.

Only the two of them remained in existence, holding each other tightly in the heart of the Sacred Pond, as though no matter how painful the road ahead became, as long as they were together, neither would ever let go.