Chapter 90: Who the Hell Are You?
“You know, your entire sect was just massacred. You seem a bit too calm about it.”
“Why should I be upset?” Qingying’s eyes flickered, a hint of disdain in her voice. “I told you, I only joined the secret division because of my brother.”
“I’m not as loyal to the Mist Spirit Sect as you think. In fact, most members of the secret division aren’t willing servants of the sect.”
“What keeps people loyal isn’t devotion, it’s leverage.”
Chen Yin nodded thoughtfully.
“So, for you, the leverage has simply shifted from the sect to me, right?”
He smiled. “In that case, I won’t hesitate to use you like a dog.”
Qingying glared at him, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Chen Yin simply ignored her, his smile unwavering.
They both understood the situation. The sword energy within her body and the knowledge of her brother’s remains had effectively bound Qingying to Chen Yin’s fate.
There was no escape.
“Do as you please,” she finally said, turning away coldly, her voice filled with indifference.
“Call me if you need anything. Otherwise, don’t bother me.”
“Don’t go so soon,” Chen Yin called out mischievously. “Since you’re under my command now, why not give me a foot massage or something?”
Before he could finish his sentence, Qingying had already vanished. Her hasty retreat almost resembled a panicked escape.
Chen Yin chuckled and looked away.
…He had to admit, teasing this icy beauty was quite addictive.
Seeing her disgusted and annoyed expression, knowing she couldn’t do anything about it and had to follow his orders, brought him a strange sense of satisfaction.
Humming a tune, Chen Yin strolled out of the room, his hands tucked into his sleeves.
Mist Spirit Sect, Main Hall.
Since the incident, the Mist Spirit Sect had spent considerable effort repairing the mountain gate. They had also invested a large amount of spirit stones in reinforcing the protective formations around the mountain, recalling all their disciples and forbidding them from leaving without permission.
In essence, they had turned the Mist Spirit Sect into an impenetrable fortress. Outsiders couldn’t enter, and those inside couldn’t leave.
Shen Shuanglian sat at a table in the main hall, carefully reviewing the inventory of the sect’s treasure vault. Beside her, a disciple was reporting various matters.
The exhaustion was evident in her clear, bright eyes.
“…Among the various sects, the invitation from the Canghe Sword Sect seems to have the most hostile intentions. How should we respond?”
“Tell them that the sect is currently hosting Immortal Yu Ling for a lecture on the Dao and that we’re unable to receive them. Ask them to send another invitation at a later date.” Shen Shuanglian said calmly, her expression unchanged.
The disciple bowed and acknowledged her instructions.
Shen Shuanglian put down the ledger with a sigh, rubbing her aching temples.
“Sigh. I can’t keep using Master Yu Ling as a shield forever.”
“I wonder how long this excuse will last… Hopefully, until the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion finishes setting up the new formation.” She mumbled to herself.
The disciple beside her, seeing her exhaustion, couldn’t help but say, “Senior Sister—I mean, Sect Master, you should rest for a bit.”
“The entire sect is relying on you now. If you collapse, the Mist Spirit Sect will be in real danger.”
Shen Shuanglian’s face was slightly pale, but she managed a weak smile.
“…Don’t worry. I can take care of myself.”
The disciple didn’t dare to say anything more. He bowed respectfully and quickly left.
The vast hall was empty, the candlelight flickering, illuminating Shen Shuanglian’s delicate and beautiful features and her distant gaze.
“That scoundrel is living the good life.”
“Leaving me with this mess, he doesn’t even know how to be a little more considerate.” She murmured to herself, though it was unclear who she was talking about.
But there was no blame in her voice, only a hint of playful reproach.
The slight upturn of her lips betrayed the tenderness and sweetness in her heart.
As if she was recalling a happy memory.
The Xiaoxiang Medical Clinic was larger than they had expected. To accommodate the sudden influx of patients, many empty rooms had been prepared as wards.
Chen Yin, without hesitation, found an empty room and slept soundly until the next morning.
However, he was eventually awakened by a strange commotion.
“What the hell…” He rubbed his eyes and opened the door, still half asleep.
Suddenly, a figure flew past him, making him freeze in surprise.
Chen Yin rubbed his eyes again, wondering if he was hallucinating. Why would someone be flying at this hour?
But soon, a familiar and annoying voice rang out from nearby:
“Miss Nan, this subordinate deserves to die! He broke your rules again! I’ll have him beaten and thrown out of the clinic!”
From the other side, Nan Xiaoxiang’s weary and exasperated voice replied, “Young Master Ju, he just took a lollipop from a little girl. Just return it, there’s no need to be so dramatic.”
“How can we let this slide! Offending Miss Nan is a grave sin!”
Ju Shaohé continued to fawn over her. “I wouldn’t want someone like him to ruin your good mood, Miss Nan.”
Chen Yin leaned against the doorframe, pulling out a bag of sunflower seeds from his pocket, cracking them open and watching the scene unfold with amusement.
…Simping so early in the morning, this guy is hardcore.
Chen Yin had figured it out. It was no coincidence that Ju Shaohé always seemed to find subordinates who violated the rules and harassed the mortals. He was deliberately orchestrating these scenes to try and win Nan Xiaoxiang’s favor.
To be fair, this tactic might work on some girls who craved attention and validation.
But with Nan Xiaoxiang’s aloof and unapproachable demeanor, she didn’t seem like the type to fall for such a shallow approach.
This guy still had a lot to learn about being a proper simp. He should take some lessons from the simps on Earth’s internet.
Ju Shaohé trailed behind Nan Xiaoxiang like a lovesick puppy, showering her with questions, while her expression was that of someone patiently enduring the presence of an annoying mosquito. It was quite entertaining.
As they walked along the path in the courtyard, they passed by Chen Yin’s room.
Nan Xiaoxiang noticed him leaning against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold.
Chen Yin waved at her with a cheerful smile. “Good morning, Divine Physician Nan.”
For some reason, seeing Chen Yin’s amused expression, Nan Xiaoxiang felt a surge of irritation.
But she maintained her composure and said politely, “Good morning, Young Master Chen.”
Chen Yin chuckled, cracking another sunflower seed. “Enjoying a morning stroll with Young Master Ju so early?”
“…Just passing by.”
Nan Xiaoxiang caught the teasing tone in his voice and couldn’t help but glare at him.
Chen Yin pretended not to notice.
As Nan Xiaoxiang fumed silently, an idea struck her. She put on a gentle smile and said:
“Young Master Chen, regarding the follow-up treatment for your friends, I would like to discuss it further with you. I wonder when you might be available?”
“I’m free anytime, Miss Nan. Just let me know, I wouldn’t want to interrupt your busy schedule.” Chen Yin chuckled.
Nan Xiaoxiang’s long eyelashes fluttered, a glint in her eyes. Her voice softened as she said:
“Then… perhaps you could join me for lunch today, and we can discuss it properly?”
Chen Yin paused in his seed-cracking, then casually resumed, his expression nonchalant.
…Heh.
This little minx is planning to use me as a shield.
As expected, Ju Shaohé’s expression shifted, but he didn’t lash out. Instead, he stepped forward and said magnanimously:
“Ah, that’s a great idea! I’ve taken a liking to this Brother Chen and have been hoping to get to know him better.”
“I heard there’s a restaurant on the east side of town with an excellent chef. How about I host a banquet and treat Miss Nan and Brother Chen to a delicious meal and a lively conversation!”
Chen Yin shifted his gaze back to Nan Xiaoxiang.
“Thank you for the kind offer, Young Master Ju,” Nan Xiaoxiang replied calmly. “However, this Young Master Chen’s friends have some… sensitive injuries that are difficult to discuss openly. To protect their privacy, it would be better for me to speak with him privately.”
Chen Yin then turned his gaze towards Ju Shaohé, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
“Come on, Miss Nan, don’t be so distant. Brother Chen and I have shared a drink, we’re practically brothers now. His friends are my friends, what’s wrong with showing some concern for their well-being?”
The ball is back in Nan Xiaoxiang’s court.
“You see, Young Master Ju, some illnesses are rather embarrassing to discuss openly. And since Young Master Chen’s friends are women, it wouldn’t be appropriate to discuss their condition in front of anyone other than close friends and family.”
A perfect return! The pressure is back on Ju Shaohé.
“That’s easy. You two can chat first, and then we can all have dinner together afterward.”
Chen Yin watched their back-and-forth with amusement, practically beaming with delight at the unfolding drama.
Nan Xiaoxiang, seemingly realizing that Ju Shaohé was more persistent than she had anticipated, turned to Chen Yin with a pleading look in her eyes.
Her gaze was soft and watery, evoking a sense of pity and protection.
But Chen Yin just grinned at her mischievously.
As if he hadn’t noticed.
Nan Xiaoxiang closed her eyes slowly, then opened them again, a hint of playful annoyance in her voice:
“If Young Master Chen agrees… then I shall follow his wishes.”
Her voice was sweet and alluring, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Chen Yin froze, realizing she had just thrown him under the bus.
As expected, Ju Shaohé’s composure finally cracked upon hearing her tone.
He turned to Chen Yin with a forced smile, his eyes narrowed menacingly.
“Brother Chen, wouldn’t you like to be friends with the Young Master of the Canghe Sword Sect?”
He emphasized the words “Young Master of the Canghe Sword Sect.”
Chen Yin blinked innocently, his gaze towards them as pure and innocent as a little bunny.
The next moment, he grinned mischievously and said in a clear voice:
“…Who the hell are you?”
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