Category: On How to Conquer System Fairies and Make Them Your Wives

Chapter 56: Torturing Chen Yin

Back at the inn that evening, Luo Luo sat on the edge of the bed, a pastry dangling from her mouth, her tail wagging expectantly.

Chen Yin stared at the book Luo Luo had brought him, a long silence stretching between them before he finally managed to speak, his voice strained:

“…This is the story you want me to read to you?”

“Yes!”

Luo Luo’s ears twitched excitedly. “This book is so interesting! The stories inside are amazing! I just glanced at it for a bit, and I already love it!”

“But reading alone is boring. I still prefer Young Master reading to me!”

Chen Yin sighed, his expression a mixture of awkwardness and distress.

…Reading a story was simple enough.

The problem was…

It was an erotic novel.

The book was titled “Tales of the Powdered Rouge Pavilion,” and the Powdered Rouge Pavilion was a brothel in Fragrance City.

As the name suggested, it chronicled the encounters between prostitutes and their clients.

The language wasn’t explicitly vulgar, instead opting for a more elegant and subtle approach. However, any experienced reader could easily decipher the true nature of the stories.

And Chen Yin was no stranger to such literature. In his previous life, he had even dabbled in writing erotic stories himself.

But after skimming through a few pages, he already felt uncomfortable. He couldn’t believe Luo Luo was so engrossed in this kind of book.

Did she even understand what she was reading?

Luo Luo, seemingly impatient, tugged at Chen Yin’s shoulder. “Young Master~ Are you ready yet?”

“Uh… ahem.”

Chen Yin cleared his throat and said with a serious expression, “Luo Luo, be honest with me. Who gave you this book?”

“Why do you ask, Young Master?”

“…It will determine whether I need to eliminate a few more scumbags for the police.”

“No one gave it to me. I found it in the west of the city.”

Luo Luo grinned, revealing her little fangs. “I was wandering around the streets at night and saw this book lying by the road near the brightest restaurant. It was quite new, so I took it.”

“I had nothing to do while waiting for Young Master to return, so I started reading it. It’s so interesting!”

Chen Yin covered his face in mock despair.

…Seriously, even if you’re broke, you don’t have to pick up trash from the streets, do you? I’m raising a servant, not a beggar!

“Uh, Luo Luo, listen to me.”

Chen Yin said patiently, “This book… it’s not interesting at all. The stories inside are not fun at all.”

“How about this, tomorrow I’ll go to the bookstore and pick out some interesting historical records or tales of the supernatural for you. I’ll read them to you when I get back tonight, okay?”

Hearing this, Luo Luo’s ears, which had been perked up with excitement, drooped dejectedly. Her cute little face was filled with disappointment.

“But… Young Master broke his promise.” She pouted, her eyes welling up with tears.

Chen Yin couldn’t resist her pitiful expression. His heart softened, and he said, “Alright, alright, I’ll read it, I’ll read it. Just don’t cry.”

He picked up the erotic novel with a stiff and awkward expression, his face contorting as he flipped to the first story.

“Ahem. This one… tells the story of a traveling merchant from the Southern Kingdom who arrived here, exhausted from his journey. He stayed at the Powdered Rouge Pavilion, seeking a night of pleasure to relieve his fatigue.”

“The Southern Kingdom had many exotic goods. That night, while enjoying tea, the merchant took out a bean-shaped pellet and put it in the tea… tea…”

“In the tea…” Chen Yin’s expression was pained, as if he was trying to hold back a scream.

Luo Luo, confused by his sudden change in demeanor, asked curiously, “Young Master, why did you stop reading? Isn’t the fun part coming up?”

Chen Yin took a deep breath and continued reading, his voice strained, “Suddenly, the tea boiled like a raging tide, its color deepening to red, its texture becoming moist and soft. The whistling sound of the boiling teapot echoed throughout the night, lingering in the air.”

“A pot of tea, enjoyed for an entire night. The next morning, the tea was finished, and the people dispersed. The merchant gifted the bean-shaped pellet to the courtesan… as a memento…”

After struggling to finish the first story, Chen Yin felt completely drained, as if he had just fought a Grand Clarity Realm expert.

“See, Young Master, how interesting!”

Luo Luo’s face was flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with wonder. “There are such interesting things in the mortal world! It can make tea boil instantly and enhance its flavor!”

“That merchant was so generous, leaving such a wondrous object at the brothel as a memento. I wonder if the owner will give it to the next guest as a surprise.”

Hearing this, Chen Yin couldn’t hold back any longer.

“…Luo Luo, how about this, I’ll buy you some late-night snacks.”

“Huh?” Luo Luo fiddled with her fingers, confused. “But I’m not hungry. I want to hear more stories.”

“But I’m afraid if I continue reading, I’ll end up destroying that Powdered Rouge Pavilion.” Chen Yin said seriously.

Luo Luo: “…?”

Looking at Luo Luo’s confused expression, Chen Yin didn’t know how to explain the story to this innocent little fox.

“Ahem, Luo Luo, listen carefully. This story isn’t actually about what you think it is.”

Gritting his teeth, Chen Yin decided to educate the clueless little fox. “Enjoying tea… doesn’t actually mean drinking tea.”

“The tea refers to…”

Luo Luo listened as Chen Yin struggled to find the right words. After a while, she finally understood, her face turning as red as a furnace.

“E-enjoying tea actually means… that kind of thing?”

Chen Yin nodded seriously.

“Then, that little thing the merchant took out…” Luo Luo’s voice was barely audible, like a mosquito buzzing.

Chen Yin’s expression changed several times. He couldn’t bring himself to say the word “vibrator.”

Luo Luo seemed to understand as well. No wonder she had found the book a bit strange. Why were these people always drinking tea at night, and for the entire night?

Sometimes, several people would drink tea together, or one person would drink several pots.

Now that she understood the true meaning, she wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

They sat there awkwardly, neither daring to speak.

The candlelight flickered, their faces flushed with embarrassment. The atmosphere became incredibly awkward.

Chen Yin coughed lightly and said softly, “Well—”

Before he could finish, he met Luo Luo’s teary eyes.

“I… what kind of book did I bring you, Young Master…”

“I’m doomed, doomed. Now Young Master must think Luo Luo is a shameless, bad woman.”

“Uh, not really—” Chen Yin was about to explain when the little fox screamed, “I’m so embarrassed, I want to die!” Then she vanished into the void, leaving him alone.

Chen Yin looked at the “Tales of the Powdered Rouge Pavilion” in his hand and sighed heavily.

…It seemed that sex education was urgently needed in this world as well.

Chapter 55: The Sect’s Secret

In a valley veiled in ethereal mist, a massive pool of water shimmered at its heart.

This immortal pool, known as the Golden Luo Pool, was renowned as one of the most spiritually abundant locations in the world.

The Heavenly Net Sect was built upon this very pool.

The entire sect floated above the immortal waters, perpetually enveloped in a dense mist formed from the concentrated spiritual energy, lending it an air of mystery and otherworldliness.

Deep within the Heavenly Net Sect, a portly middle-aged man lay comfortably on a chair, surrounded by a variety of fruits.

He had just picked up a grape when a loud and clear voice startled him from behind. “Dad! Where’s Mom? I need to talk to her!”

The man nearly choked on his grape, coughing violently before managing to sputter out:

“Cough, cough… I say, daughter, can’t you be a little more ladylike? Stop being so loud and boisterous all the time.”

Luo Qiaoqiao, her red dress swirling around her, glared at him with her hands on her hips. “Do you have a problem with that?”

The man quickly shrank back. “N-no, of course not.”

…Sigh. I, Luo Daxian, the mighty Sect Master of the Heavenly Net Sect, am reduced to such a pitiful state in front of my own daughter.

Although he might be even more pathetic in front of his wife.

As Luo Daxian sighed to himself, Luo Qiaoqiao, having failed to find her mother, returned and grabbed his beard. “Dad, since Mom’s not here, I have something to ask you.”

“Hey, hey, hey… Let go of my beard! We can talk like civilized people!”

Luo Daxian winced. “What is it you want to ask?”

“Have you ever heard of a sect called Changli Palace?”

Upon hearing those words, Luo Dàxiān’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a grave expression. His voice turned serious. “Where did you hear that name?”

“Oh, never mind that. Just tell me about it.”

Seeing her father’s reaction, Luo Qiaoqiao knew she had hit the right spot. She settled beside him, picking at the fruits as she waited for the story.

Luo Daxian asked cautiously, “Can I… not talk about this?”

“No! Otherwise, I’ll tell Mom! Last time, you said you were going to the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion for business, but you actually went to—”

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you.”

“…This matter has nothing to do with our Heavenly Net Sect. I don’t want you involved.” Luo Daxian sighed deeply.

“Strictly speaking, it’s a private matter of the Mist Spirit Sect.”

A private matter that could bring disgrace upon the entire Mist Spirit Sect.

Luo Qiaoqiao tilted her head curiously.

***

Mist Spirit Sect, Scripture Hall.

This was the hall where the Mist Spirit Sect’s main branch stored its vast collection of scriptures and ancient texts, encompassing thousands of years of knowledge and tradition.

Shen Shuanglian was the only person in the spacious hall, pacing back and forth, aimlessly browsing through scrolls and books.

She had deliberately chosen a time when all the other disciples were practicing to come to the Scripture Hall alone.

She was searching for information about Changli Palace.

While looking through the catalog, Shen Shuanglian noticed something strange. Changli Palace was just an ordinary small sect, yet all information related to it was restricted to elders.

As the chief disciple and a Boundless Realm cultivator, Shen Shuanglian also had elder privileges. But she had never heard of these restricted materials before.

This time, she had chosen a time when no one else was around to secretly access them.

“Changli Palace…” Shen Shuanglian opened a book, her brows furrowing slightly.

“Yin Changli… a disgrace to the Heavenly Dao?”

These terms were completely unfamiliar to Shen Shuanglian.

As she continued reading, her frown deepened, and a subtle change came over her expression.

At that moment, a gentle voice spoke from behind her:

“Shen Shuanglian? What brings you to the Scripture Hall today?”

Shen Shuanglian quickly flipped to a different page and turned around, bowing respectfully. “Master Changwen.”

The man before her, a scholarly-looking middle-aged man with a gentle demeanor, was the elder in charge of the Scripture Hall. He was known for his kind and amiable personality and was well-respected among the disciples.

“Why is our chief disciple suddenly interested in studying?”

“Ah… I’ve recently encountered a bottleneck in my cultivation, so I thought I’d browse through some books to relax. Perhaps I’ll gain some insight.”

“That’s good. Cultivation requires a balance of work and rest.”

Elder Changwen said with a smile, “What kind of books are you looking for?”

“Nothing specific, I’m just browsing.”

Shen Shuanglian hesitated for a moment, deciding not to mention Changli Palace. She said politely, “I’ve already gained a lot today. I won’t disturb you any longer, Master. I’ll take my leave.”

“Alright, come visit me again when you have time.”

Elder Changwen watched Shen Shuanglian leave with a gentle smile, then narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

After a moment, he sent a silent voice transmission, “…Shen Shuanglian might be onto something.”

“Sect Master, what are you going to do about your disciple?”

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Mist Spirit Sect, a figure shrouded in shadows sighed softly and spoke:

“There’s no need to rush. She hasn’t uncovered the truth yet.”

“But… find an opportunity to send her away.”

He pondered for a moment, then took out a token and inscribed a command on it with his spiritual energy.

It was the Sect Master’s token, used to issue sect missions.

After completing this task, the figure said softly, “Qingying.”

Instantly, a black shadow knelt on one knee, and a cold voice replied, “Sect Master.”

“Follow Shen Shuanglian. If she continues to investigate anything related to Changli Palace…”

The figure hesitated for a moment.

His beloved disciple. To kill or not to kill.

Killing her would be a pity. After all, the Mist Spirit Sect might not see another prodigy like Shen Shuanglian for generations.

But if he didn’t…

After a long silence, he finally said, “…Kill everyone who comes into contact with her.”

“Yes.”

Qingying replied coldly, her figure flickering and disappearing.

***

Shen Shuanglian didn’t immediately leave after exiting the Scripture Hall. She glanced back at the hall with a hint of regret.

…It was a pity she couldn’t finish reading everything. But she had learned enough to understand the general situation.

She should go find him. Tell him what she had discovered.

Shen Shuanglian found a reason to see Chen Yin, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

But the next moment, the disciple token at her waist suddenly lit up.

…A sect mission? Shen Shuanglian picked up the token with a puzzled expression.

Why would there be a sect mission issued at a time like this?

She activated the token, and a message inscribed with spiritual energy appeared in the air. The words on it made Shen Shuanglian frown slightly.

Sect Master’s Mission: Order chief disciple Shen Shuanglian to immediately depart for Xianyun Province.

Eliminate the demonic cultivators causing chaos in the region.

Chapter 54: Those Who Are Soft-Hearted Can Save No One

Not long after leaving Luo Qiaoqiao, Chen Yin stopped, a thoughtful expression on his face as he looked back at the restaurant.

…Xiang’er had deliberately sent him away, clearly to take her next step.

And if he guessed correctly, it had something to do with the demonic path.

Luo Qiaoqiao and Shen Shuanglian hadn’t yet brought him any news about Changli Palace, so he might as well focus all his attention on the demonic path for now.

He found a secluded corner, put on his mask, and vanished into the bustling streets.

A moment later, inside a hidden antique shop in Fragrance City…

The shop was quiet, with only an old man wearing reading glasses sitting behind the counter.

The old man’s eyes and ears seemed weak. Despite the constant flow of people outside, he remained unresponsive, as if fast asleep.

The door creaked open, and a gentle voice asked, “Old man, do you have any treasures in your shop?”

The old man didn’t seem to hear. The voice repeated the question.

Finally, the old man opened his cloudy eyes, glanced at the visitor, and said in a hoarse voice, “Nothing of interest here. Please come back another time.”

“Can I take a look around?”

“…As you wish.”

Chen Yin, his face hidden behind the mask, nodded slightly and began to wander aimlessly through the shop.

Although the antique shop looked small, it was surprisingly deep. A narrow corridor led to the back of the shop, lined with shelves on both sides.

Chen Yin pretended to browse casually, weaving between the shelves. After a while, he stopped in front of a hidden shelf.

A jade sculpture sat on the shelf.

Chen Yin gently turned it, and a narrow passage appeared behind it. He glanced at the old man at the counter, then stepped into the passage.

The old man didn’t seem to notice, still dozing off.

The passage was long and narrow, similar to the demonic branch altar in Flowing Cloud City, leading deep underground.

Chen Yin descended the long staircase at a leisurely pace and stopped before a large hall at the end of the passage.

…This one is more impressive than the demonic branch altar in Flowing Cloud City. Chen Yin thought to himself.

He pushed open the hall doors and entered. The hall was empty, with only a single throne in the center and a few transmission jades and scrolls scattered on the floor.

As Chen Yin entered the hall, Luo Luo gracefully emerged from the void beside him. “Young Master, you’re here.”

“Has anyone been here?”

“No. This demonic branch altar is really deserted. There’s not even a guardian elder like in Flowing Cloud City.”

Chen Yin picked up the transmission jades and scrolls on the floor and began to examine them.

After a while, his expression changed.

“…I see.”

“Hmm?” Luo Luo tilted her head curiously, her tail swaying.

“It’s not that this branch altar is unguarded.”

Chen Yin said slowly, “It’s that they’ve all left.”

He held a scroll in his hand, on which a line of large, blood-red characters was written:

…The Nether Ritual is approaching. All elders and above are to return to the main altar immediately.

“Nether Ritual?” Luo Luo tilted her head. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know.” Chen Yin shook his head. “Perhaps it’s some kind of demonic ceremony.”

For all elders and above to be summoned back to the main altar, it must be a major event.

“I wonder if there are any clues about the location of the demonic sect’s main altar here.”

Chen Yin continued to examine the scrolls, trying to find any leads.

At that moment, a raspy voice came from behind him. “Young man, are you lost?”

Chen Yin looked up. It was the hunched old man from the counter.

“Yes.” He glanced at the old man, then returned his attention to the scrolls, pretending to be searching aimlessly. “The demonic sect’s main altar is really well hidden. I have no idea where to find it.”

“If you can’t find it, why bother searching?”

The old man’s withered smile was tinged with malice. “Aren’t you afraid of… losing your life in the process?”

The next moment, a wave of Boundless Realm pressure surged from the old man, crashing down on Chen Yin.

But the moment it touched him, it dissipated like water meeting fire. Chen Yin continued to casually browse the scrolls, seemingly unaffected.

Hmm? The old man frowned.

What was going on? How could a mere Cloud Ascending Realm cultivator withstand his pressure?

Chen Yin’s nonchalant attitude made him even more wary.

“Who are you? How did you find this demonic branch altar?”

“Who I am is not important.” Seeing that there was nothing of value in the scrolls, Chen Yin sighed, closed them, and turned to face the old man.

“But… you are very important to me.”

The old man’s pupils constricted. A primal sense of danger made him instinctively want to flee.

But before he could even move, a pale white sword light flashed past, transforming into the translucent Eternal Light sword, hovering before the old man, blocking his escape.

“Tell me the location of the main altar, and I’ll spare your life.” Chen Yin said calmly.

“Heh, arrogant!”

The old man spat on the ground and said fiercely, “I don’t know what kind of treasure you have that allows you to act so boldly, you little Cloud Ascending Realm brat, but don’t think you can scare me!”

Chen Yin ignored his words and whispered to Luo Luo, “Cover your ears and turn around. Don’t look.”

Luo Luo obeyed, covering her ears and turning away obediently.

The next moment, a muffled scream filled the air.

It was the sound of someone enduring immense pain, their mouth covered, unable to cry out.

It was also the sound of someone’s meridians and bones being shredded by countless tiny sword energies.

After a while, Chen Yin wiped the blood from his sword and gently patted Luo Luo’s head. “It’s over.”

Luo Luo turned back, but the old man was gone. The ground was empty, except for a small crater.

“Huh? Where did he go? I thought Young Master was going to make him take us to the demonic sect’s main altar.”

“No need.” Chen Yin lowered his head and dusted off his sword. “I know where it is now.”

Luo Luo seemed to understand and stuck her tongue out.

“You’re so mean, Young Master…”

“Those who are soft-hearted can save no one.”

Chen Yin didn’t elaborate, just said seriously, “Put everything back where it was, and let’s go.”

“Where are we going? To the demonic sect’s main altar?”

“Not yet. Their Nether Ritual is still half a month away. We’ll stay in Fragrance City for the next few days and wait for news.”

“Besides,” Chen Yin smiled slightly, “I promised to read you a story tonight, remember?”

Chapter 53: To Love You, To Be With You, In My Place

Flowers bloomed silently in front of the restaurant in the southern part of the city.

Yu Xiang, dressed in a light green dress, stood by the window on the second floor, her figure bathed in the soft sunlight streaming through the window.

She had reserved the entire second floor. Outside, numerous missing person notices were posted, each bearing Chen Yin’s name.

She looked like a wife patiently waiting for her husband’s return.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft cough broke the silence behind her, followed by a playful male voice:

“Excuse me, Miss, is this place taking in homeless handsome young men?”

Yu Xiang turned abruptly, her eyes meeting Chen Yin’s warm smile. Tears welled up as she threw herself into his arms.

“…Stinky Senior Brother. Bad Senior Brother,” she murmured softly against his chest.

“You’re the bad one. You almost made Xiang’er homeless.”

Chen Yin lowered his gaze and said soothingly, “Don’t say such ominous things. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Stinky Senior Brother, where have you been?”

Xiang’er looked up at him, her eyes red-rimmed. “After the Fairy Conference ended, I immediately went back to the mountain to look for you.”

“But the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion was suddenly sealed off, and no cultivators were allowed to enter. I didn’t know what happened or where you were, so I could only wait here in Fragrance City.”

Chen Yin was silent for a moment, then said casually, “Well, the Fairy Conference was canceled anyway.”

“But you don’t have to worry about my safety. I just exchanged contact information with a few beautiful ladies with long legs and ample bosoms at the Fairy Conference. We became close friends, and I lost track of time, that’s all.”

Yu Xiang’s tearful expression instantly changed to one of resentment.

“Senior Brother, if you really left Xiang’er alone in Fragrance City for so long just because of that, I’m going to tell Master when we get back.”

“…I was wrong.”

Neither of them pressed for details about their whereabouts during the Fairy Conference.

They both tacitly avoided the topic.

“How did you know I was looking for you?”

“I just asked a random passerby where the most beautiful girl in the city lived, and here I am.”

Xiang’er blushed and glared at him playfully. “Be serious.”

“I heard someone say that there was a girl in the south of the city looking for someone. I guessed it was you.”

Chen Yin chuckled. “After all, only our Xiang’er would be so well-behaved and obedient, waiting for me here in Fragrance City. If it were any other heartless woman, she would have returned to the mountain without even waiting.”

“I… I was just worried about your safety, Senior Brother.”

“You know how you always like to act tough. What if something happened to you—” Xiang’er’s voice trailed off.

Chen Yin ruffled her hair and said with a smile, “Don’t worry. Senior Brother isn’t as useless as you think.”

“Alright, now that the Fairy Conference is over, and we’ve been out for a while, what are your plans, Xiang’er?”

“Hmm…” Xiang’er’s eyes darted around. “Since we’re already out here, it wouldn’t hurt to play for a bit longer before going back.”

“I heard there are many interesting things in the towns to the north. I want to go explore.”

“You don’t have to accompany me, Senior Brother. We’ve been out for so long. If we don’t report back to Master soon, she’ll be furious.” She took Chen Yin’s hand.

Chen Yin hesitated, his face filled with concern. “Well… we should head back soon, but wouldn’t it be dangerous for you to travel alone?”

“Come on, I’m just going to visit some mortal towns. What could possibly be dangerous?”

Xiang’er tugged at his hand, her voice sweet and pleading. “Please, Senior Brother~ Just agree.”

“Oh dear, this puts me in a difficult position.”

Chen Yin pretended to sigh in distress. “Master told me to protect you. If I let you go alone, she’ll scold me to death when we get back.”

“I won’t be gone long, just two or three days. Just cover for me with Master.”

Xiang’er winked playfully, her flushed cheeks betraying her shyness.

“If Senior Brother helps me… I-I can give you a little reward.”

Chen Yin’s eyes lit up, his expression saying, “Now you’re talking.” He asked eagerly, “What kind of reward?”

“I-I’ll give it to you when I get back.”

“No way, what if you trick me?”

“Xiang’er would never trick Senior Brother.” Xiang’er smiled, her hands behind her back, as she skipped closer to Chen Yin. Her voice was soft and sweet as she whispered in his ear:

“I can’t tell you now, but… I can give you a little preview~”

Then, she quickly pecked him on the cheek like a bird.

Chen Yin coughed, feigning annoyance. “That’s it? It’ll take more than that to bribe me.”

“Ah? Th-then what do you want, Senior Brother?”

“Well…”

Chen Yin stroked his chin, a serious expression on his face. “I think there are many things we can do. Even if we don’t go all the way, there are other ways to have fun, right? Xiang’er’s hands are so soft and delicate, your lips are so red and alluring, your feet are small and exquisite, your legs are so long and beautiful, and your breasts, after years of my special culinary care, are so perky and irresistible—”

Finally, Xiang’er couldn’t take it anymore. She kicked Chen Yin down the stairs, her voice filled with playful anger:

“Stinky Senior Brother! Bad Senior Brother! You pervert, shameless!”

Chen Yin rubbed his sore bottom and stood up, dusting himself off under the surprised gazes of the passersby. Then, as if nothing had happened, he walked away whistling nonchalantly.

After Chen Yin left, Yu Xiang, standing on the rooftop, finally relaxed her tense expression.

She watched his retreating figure, her lips moving silently:

“System, it’s almost time.”

“If you’re serious about this, then thank heavens.”

The System said grumpily, “Let me warn you, I can’t handle another one of your stunts.”

“If you do something reckless again and deviate from the plot, then we might as well both die! I’m done serving you.”

Yu Xiang didn’t respond, seemingly ignoring its words, her gaze fixed on Chen Yin’s retreating figure.

After a long while, she murmured to herself, “Is this… the last time we’ll see each other?”

“Senior Brother, although I didn’t have time to tell you face to face…”

“But I’m truly happy to have met you.”

Her time on Mount Yu had been the happiest days of her life.

“In the end, Xiang’er only has one wish.”

She closed her eyes slowly, whispering silently:

“I hope that Senior Brother will meet a girl he truly loves.”

“And love her as much as he loved Xiang’er.”

“And let her… stay by his side forever, in Xiang’er’s place.”

Her voice was soft, barely a whisper.

This time, even the System didn’t interrupt her.

After saying those words, Yu Xiang slowly opened her eyes, a lifeless emptiness in her gaze.

“Let’s go,” she said coldly, her expression impassive, as she turned and put on the mask.

“…To the demonic sect’s main altar.”

Chapter 52: The Obedient Little Fox

“Sorry for making you wait.”

Chen Yin gently stroked her ears and said softly, “But Luo Luo has been a good girl, patiently waiting for me to come back.”

“Because Young Master told me to wait here obediently.”

Luo Luo looked up at him with teary eyes, her voice choked with sobs. “Many times, I wanted to go find you, but I was afraid you wouldn’t be able to find me when you returned. So I could only wait here alone.”

“I waited until this morning, when I finally sensed your presence through the master-servant contract, wuu, wuu.”

The little fox’s tearful expression softened Chen Yin’s heart. He could only comfort her, “Alright, don’t cry. Look, I brought you delicious food. See?”

He held up a candied hawthorn in front of Luo Luo.

But Luo Luo didn’t even look at it. She continued in a soft voice, “Luo Luo can be less greedy. Can Young Master please not leave me behind?”

“Don’t… don’t put yourself in danger and leave Luo Luo alone to worry, like this time…”

This was the first time Chen Yin had seen Luo Luo refuse her favorite candied hawthorns. He knew she must be truly upset.

“…I’m sorry.”

Chen Yin coughed lightly, then said seriously, “I was wrong this time. So as compensation, I’ll grant you one wish.”

“Really?” Her ears perked up, and she looked up at him with sparkling eyes.

“Of course.”

“Any wish?”

“Anything.”

“Well…” Luo Luo wagged her tail, her eyes darting around. “I heard a storyteller telling a very interesting story the other day, and I bought the book.”

“But I can’t read it on my own. Can Young Master read it to me?”

“Just like… on the mountain.” Her face flushed slightly, making her even more adorable.

Chen Yin was taken aback. “That’s all?”

“Yes. If you do that, Luo Luo won’t be angry with you anymore.” Luo Luo smiled, her eyes crinkling with delight.

“Okay, I promise.”

Chen Yin nodded. “I’ll read you the story tonight.”

“But now, if you don’t eat, all these delicious treats will go cold.”

“Ah!” Luo Luo’s eyes lit up as her attention shifted to the pile of snacks. She pounced on them like a hungry fox, stuffing her cheeks.

“Mmm… so delicious…” she mumbled, her words muffled by the food.

“Slow down, don’t choke. No one’s going to steal them from you.”

Chen Yin watched her devour the snacks with a smile on her face, her cheeks bulging. He sighed helplessly.

“You little rascal…”

…Seeing her gobble down the food like that…

Could it be that she hadn’t eaten properly for the past few days?

Thinking about this young girl, barely thirteen or fourteen years old, waiting for him alone in this unfamiliar city, Chen Yin felt a pang of guilt.

Although he was technically her master, she was still just a child. How could he not feel sorry for her?

As Luo Luo continued to eat happily, Chen Yin’s gaze shifted towards the window.

Suddenly, he felt a faint buzzing in his pocket.

His eyes narrowed, and he turned to Luo Luo. “You eat slowly. I need to step out for a moment, I’ll be back soon.”

Luo Luo immediately stopped eating and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry.”

Chen Yin patted her head gently. “I promised to read you a story tonight. I’ll definitely be back.”

Luo Luo nodded obediently, her fluffy tail swaying.

Chen Yin opened the window, glanced around, and then gracefully leaped out.

***

After finding a secluded and deserted spot, Chen Yin put on his mask, his voice becoming deep and hoarse.

He took out a transmission jade.

It was the one Yu Xiang had given him.

“Holy Maiden,” he said respectfully after activating the jade.

“I need you to mobilize all the demonic forces in Fragrance City and help me find someone.”

On the other end, Yu Xiang’s voice was cold and emotionless. “Find my Senior Brother.”

“Oh? Didn’t the Holy Maiden’s Senior Brother perish at the Fairy Conference?”

“You seem to be quite well-informed.” Yu Xiang retorted sarcastically.

“We wouldn’t dare. The Holy Maiden’s safety is of utmost importance. Although the sect trusts you, we still have to be cautious.”

Chen Yin said in a clear voice, “As for your Senior Brother… he managed to escape from the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain?”

“Yes.”

When mentioning Chen Yin, Yu Xiang’s voice softened slightly. “I need you to find him and discreetly spread the word that I’m waiting for him at the restaurant in the south of the city. Tell him to come find me.”

Chen Yin instantly understood and replied respectfully, “Understood, understood.”

“That’s all. Farewell.”

Yu Xiang ended the transmission.

Chen Yin stared at the jade for a long time, lost in thought.

…The Fairy Conference was over. Although it didn’t end smoothly, at least Xiang’er’s true identity hadn’t been completely exposed.

Luo Qiaoqiao and Senior Sister were still investigating the matter of Changli Palace, which would take some time. Since he had nothing else to do in Fragrance City, he might as well continue investigating the demonic path and see if there was a deeper connection between them and Xiang’er.

Especially after capturing that demonic underling at Ten Thousand Cloud Mountain, a plan had started to form in his mind.

When he returned to the inn, Luo Luo had almost finished devouring the entire table of snacks and was eagerly awaiting his return.

Seeing him, she greeted him excitedly, wagging her tail like a pet welcoming its owner home. “Young Master!”

“You finished everything already?”

Chen Yin smacked his lips and teased, “It’s not cheap to keep you fed. You’ll probably eat me out of house and home soon.”

Luo Luo scratched her head sheepishly.

“It’s fine, now that you’re full, we have work to do.”

Chen Yin said in a low voice, “Do you still remember the location of the demonic branch altar in Fragrance City that I asked you to investigate at Ten Thousand Cloud Mountain?”

Luo Luo nodded proudly. “I remember it very clearly!”

“Good. I’m going to the south of the city. While I’m gone, I need you to conceal yourself and go check out the situation at the demonic branch altar. Report back to me tonight.”

Luo Luo’s ears twitched. “Will Young Master still read me a story tonight?”

“Of course.”

Chen Yin said with a smile, “I never break my promises.”

“After I’m done with this, I can read you stories every night for the next few days.”

“Yay!”

Luo Luo cheered and then eagerly dived into the void.

Chen Yin smiled, then turned towards the south of the city.

…Alright.

It was time to find Xiang’er.

Chapter 51: You’re Finally Back

Chen Yin was at a loss for words.

Luo Qiaoqiao fell silent as well. She propped her head up, gazing at the stream flowing by her feet. After a long while, she kicked off her shoes and dipped her bare feet into the cool water.

The water flowed between her white toes and over her delicate feet, bringing a refreshing sensation.

“Mmm… so comfortable,” she sighed contentedly.

Chen Yin stared at her feet.

“What are you looking at? Are they that interesting?”

“They are quite beautiful,” Chen Yin replied seriously, nodding.

Luo Qiaoqiao glanced at him with a playful smile. “So, do you like them?”

“You can touch them if you want~”

Chen Yin immediately put on a serious expression. “I’m not that kind of person.”

“…But your hand is already on them.”

Chen Yin looked down and realized that his fingers were gently touching Luo Qiaoqiao’s delicate foot.

Beneath the hem of her red dress, her long, slender legs rested on the rock, her skin as smooth and white as jade.

Chen Yin couldn’t help but gently squeeze her ankle, earning a playful slap and a soft gasp from Luo Qiaoqiao.

“Bad boy. You really have dirty thoughts.”

“Well, maybe it’s just because Sister Qiaoqiao’s body is too alluring.”

As he spoke, Chen Yin scooped up some water and poured it over her feet, his movements gentle.

“…I don’t need you to think I’m more important than you,” he said softly.

“I’m not that important. I shouldn’t be more important than your parents and your sect.”

“Spend more time with your parents, and don’t waste too much time on a scumbag like me.”

Luo Qiaoqiao curled her toes, a frustrated expression on her face.

“What? I’m just worried about you.”

“Thank you, but there’s no need to worry.”

Chen Yin flicked the water droplets from his hand and chuckled. “I’m a coward who’s afraid of death. So I won’t do anything reckless.”

Luo Qiaoqiao stared at him for a long time, then whispered, “You’re not a scumbag at all. If all scumbags were as cowardly as you, there wouldn’t be so many heartbroken women in the world.”

“Haha, well, the same goes for scumbag women.”

Chen Yin teased, “You don’t have to force yourself, Sister Qiaoqiao. If you don’t have the talent for it, don’t try to be a scumbag.”

“Bah. What a horrible word.”

She pouted and retorted, “It’s just a night of fun. It’s normal for both men and women, isn’t it? As long as it’s consensual, there’s no need to call anyone a scumbag.”

Chen Yin chuckled. “That’s not how you reacted that night, Sister Qiaoqiao.”

“Someone’s heart raced and face flushed just from a kiss on the forehead. I won’t say who.”

Splash! Luo Qiaoqiao kicked him into the stream, glaring at him playfully. “Don’t say it!”

After a while, Chen Yin emerged from the water, soaking wet and looking miserable.

“…Couldn’t you be a little gentler?”

“Who told you to tease me?”

Luo Qiaoqiao snorted, then asked, “What about you? What are your plans?”

“I’ll probably stay in Fragrance City for a while.” Chen Yin thought for a moment. “If you find out anything from your parents, you can come find me here.”

Hearing that Chen Yin wasn’t planning to leave, Luo Qiaoqiao beamed with joy. “Okay! It’s settled then. You’re not allowed to wander off.”

Chen Yin nodded seriously.

“Can I come visit you whenever I want?”

“Of course.”

“Hehe.” She narrowed her eyes and said excitedly, “Then I’m going to find my mother now!”

“Wait for me in Fragrance City, all clean and pretty!”

With that, her red dress flashed through the forest as she disappeared into the distance.

Chen Yin was surprised by her sudden departure and stood there for a moment, then chuckled softly.

…What a straightforward and innocent girl.

***

Walking along the streets of Fragrance City once again…

The Fairy Conference was over, and the city seemed a bit quieter than before, but it was still bustling with activity.

He walked along the familiar streets, stopping at a street vendor selling candied hawthorns. After a moment of thought, Chen Yin said:

“Give me a bag.”

“A bag? All of these candied hawthorns, Young Master?”

“Yes, all of them.” He repeated.

After buying the candied hawthorns, he bought some pastries and dried fruits. He continued buying until his hands were full, then headed towards the inn he had stayed at before.

It seemed to have rained recently. The moss on the stone steps was vibrant green, and the air was damp.

Chen Yin pushed open the inn door. The waiter recognized him and greeted him enthusiastically:

“Welcome back, Young Master! Are you staying with us again?”

“I’d like the same room as last time.”

“Alright, I’ll get it ready for you right away.”

While the waiter was preparing the room, Chen Yin sat in the lobby, sipping tea and listening to the conversations of the other guests.

“…What a waste. In the end, they didn’t even choose a Number One Fairy.”

“That’s right. The conference was so lively, but it ended so abruptly. The Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion hasn’t given a public explanation, so everyone is just speculating.”

“I wonder if that demonic witch was real or not?”

“I doubt it. It’s probably just those old geezers from the Mist Spirit Sect who couldn’t accept defeat. They interfered when their chief disciple was about to lose!”

“But I heard that the dark horse, Yin Mengwan, was very mysterious. No one had ever heard of her before.”

“Who cares? What do these immortal matters have to do with us?”

…

Chen Yin listened with interest.

…So the news of the Fairy Conference had even reached the mortal world?

But from their conversation, it seemed that there was no mention of him. Could it be that the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion had deliberately suppressed the information?

Lost in thought, the waiter came over and said that his room was ready. Chen Yin slowly went upstairs.

Entering the familiar room, he sat down at the table and let out a sigh of relief.

Then, he took out a candied hawthorn, held it up in the air, and said playfully:

“Candied hawthorns! Sweet and sour, free of charge.”

“First come, first served~”

As soon as he finished speaking, ripples appeared in the void, and a pair of fluffy fox ears emerged. The next moment, a white figure rushed towards him excitedly.

Just as Chen Yin was about to throw the candied hawthorn into her mouth as usual, the white figure bypassed the treat and leaped straight into his arms.

“Waaah!”

Chen Yin was startled, watching the fluffy fox tail wagging before him. After a moment, he sighed and patted her head gently.

“Alright, alright. Did you miss me that much?”

In his arms, the little fox slowly lifted her head, her red-rimmed eyes filled with tears, her voice choked with emotion:

“Young Master… you’re finally back.”

“Luo Luo was so worried.”

Chapter 50: The Only One I Love

The wind rustled through the bamboo leaves, creating a soothing melody.

“…Don’t mind her. My mother didn’t mean anything by it.” As they walked along the forest path, Luo Qiaoqiao trailed behind Chen Yin, her hands clasped behind her back, her voice hesitant. “As the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Net Sect, she has to maintain a certain stance.”

Chen Yin nodded. “I understand. I’m not offended.”

Luo Qiaoqiao gently took his hand. “I’m glad you’re not angry.”

“You have no idea how worried I was when you fell! I regret not jumping down with you.”

“If you had dared to jump, I would have spanked you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week.” Chen Yin threatened playfully.

Luo Qiaoqiao stuck her tongue out and mumbled:

“Then why is it okay for that blue stocking to jump down with you…?”

Let’s not be jealous over such a strange situation, okay?

She changed the subject and asked accusingly, “Tell me honestly, what did you do with her down there?”

“Do… what could we possibly do?” Chen Yin averted his gaze, feeling a little guilty. “Two seriously injured people, we were lucky to even survive.”

“You didn’t do anything?”

“Besides healing, we didn’t do anything.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Luo Qiaoqiao turned her head away, half-convinced, and snorted. “Fine.”

“I don’t want that blue stocking getting ahead of me.”

“So why do you call her ‘blue stocking’?” Chen Yin asked curiously.

“Because she’s always dressed in blue.” Luo Qiaoqiao blinked. “And she’s so dull and cold, always with a frown on her face like a smelly sock.”

Chen Yin felt awkward.

…Crap.

Now that she mentioned it, it was a bit accurate.

Of course, only during the day. At night, in the cave, Shen Shuanglian’s expressions were quite varied.

But he certainly wouldn’t say that out loud.

The stream babbled merrily as they walked through the bamboo forest. Luo Qiaoqiao gracefully landed on a rock by the stream, her bright red dress a vibrant splash of color against the green backdrop.

Chen Yin sat beside her, offering his shoulder as a pillow without a word.

“…Can you tell me?” Luo Qiaoqiao asked softly, leaning against his shoulder.

“Tell you what?”

“Why did you speak up for that woman named Yin Mengwan?”

She hesitated. “Do you… know her?”

Chen Yin was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly. “I guess… you could say we know each other.”

Luo Qiaoqiao’s lips curled into a slight pout, seemingly unhappy.

“Why are you such a flirt?”

“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t have met you.” Chen Yin shrugged.

“What a scumbag thing to say.”

“Do you want to hear something even worse?”

“Tell me.”

Chen Yin cupped her face in his hands and said seriously, “Honey, I just want to enter your body, not your life.”

“…That’s disgusting.” Luo Qiaoqiao looked at him with disgust.

“Right?”

“But you had a chance to enter my body, and you let it slip away.”

Chen Yin choked on his words and coughed. “Uh, maybe that means I’m not a complete scumbag yet.”

“Tch,” Luo Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes, a flicker of sadness hidden beneath her playful expression. “You just have the desire but not the courage, and you’re still acting so smug about it.”

Chen Yin decided to ignore her, his thick skin coming in handy.

“But although I know her, I didn’t save her solely because of some childish notion of saving a damsel in distress.”

He said slowly, “I need her help with something.”

“What is it?”

“Have you heard of her sect, Changli Palace?”

Luo Qiaoqiao looked confused. “I don’t think so… Is there something wrong with it?”

Chen Yin pondered for a moment, then explained, “My Junior Sister… might have had some connection with that sect before she came to Mount Yu.”

“But that sect was destroyed over a decade ago, and all related information seems to have been deliberately erased.”

“I have no other choice but to rely on this mysterious Miss Yin.” He shrugged.

Luo Qiaoqiao stared at her toes for a while, then suddenly looked up. “How about I ask my parents?”

“They’ve been in the cultivation world for so many years. If Changli Palace was a well-known sect, they should know something about it.”

Chen Yin nodded. “That would be great if possible.”

“Of course, if there’s something they can’t reveal, don’t force them.”

“I’ll find the answers myself.” He said seriously.

Luo Qiaoqiao bit her lip gently and asked hesitantly, “Is this… very important to you?”

“Very important.”

Chen Yin said softly, his gaze fixed on the path ahead. “I only have two family members left on Mount Yu. I have to get to the bottom of this matter concerning my Junior Sister.”

“She’s like you to your parents, Sect Master Mu. She’s a very important family member to me.”

Luo Qiaoqiao’s eyes softened, and she whispered, “…Okay.”

“But since I helped you, is there a reward?”

Chen Yin sighed helplessly. “What kind of reward do you want? I’m broke, you know.”

“It’s okay, you can pay with your body. I’m quite fond of young and strong men like you.”

Luo Qiaoqiao chuckled, her slender finger gently lifting his chin, her gaze seductive.

“Then why don’t you just hire a male escort?”

“Ordinary pretty boys can’t satisfy me. I need someone like you. You’re my type.”

Chen Yin couldn’t win against her and could only surrender. “Alright, Sister, stop teasing me. You really want Sect Master Mu to kill me, don’t you?”

“Coward.” Luo Qiaoqiao pouted. “If you were bold enough, you could just give her a grandchild. Then see if she dares to touch you.”

“…Wow. Is that what they call ‘the bolder the move, the greater the reward’?”

After her teasing, Luo Qiaoqiao’s smile faded slightly, and she said softly:

“I’m not that greedy. I don’t need any other reward.”

“Just promise me, next time, don’t be so reckless, okay?”

“I don’t want to experience the feeling of watching you fall again.” Her eyes were filled with sadness.

Chen Yin was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“Do you know why my mother came?”

She said seriously, “I called her.”

“If we couldn’t find you, I would have asked my mother to take people to the Mist Spirit Sect and demand Elder Mo Jie’s life. Or she would attack them.”

Chen Yin chuckled wryly. “It wouldn’t have come to that, right? Just for an insignificant cultivator like me—”

“I know, in the eyes of others, my choice might seem reckless and unreasonable. Starting a war between two major sects for a single cultivator doesn’t seem worth it.”

“But some things can’t be calculated like that.”

Luo Qiaoqiao shook her head, her gaze fixed on Chen Yin.

“I’m my parents’ only daughter. In their eyes, I’m definitely more important than the Heavenly Net Sect.”

“Similarly, you’re the only one I love.”

“In my eyes, you’re definitely more important than me.”

Chapter 49: I Made You Worry

Her words, though spoken in a gentle and melodious tone, sent shivers down Chen Yin’s spine. He inwardly groaned, realizing he was in trouble.

…This wasn’t the attitude of someone simply inquiring about what had happened.

This was clearly a mother-in-law inspecting a potential son-in-law.

Chen Yin coughed lightly and said respectfully, “Sect Master Mu, please understand. Senior Sister Shen and I fell off the cliff and were seriously injured. We barely survived, even after consuming a large amount of medicinal pills.”

“One of us was at the Boundless Realm, the other at the Cloud Ascending Realm, and both were gravely wounded. How could we possibly kill so many patrolling disciples?”

Mu Susu’s beautiful eyes darted back and forth, scrutinizing Chen Yin, but she remained silent.

Chen Yin continued to explain, “Actually, the cultivator who killed the patrolling disciples was someone else. It was a masked man, his aura so powerful that I’ve only ever sensed it from my Master…”

“…And from Sect Master Mu.” He added, remembering to flatter her.

“Oh?”

Mu Susu raised an eyebrow. “You’re saying… that cultivator was at the Grand Clarity Realm?”

“If that’s true, how did you and Shen Shuanglian, two young ones, survive?”

“My Master happened to be passing by and saved us.” Chen Yin replied calmly.

Hearing this, Mu Susu’s eyes narrowed slightly, making Chen Yin’s heart skip a beat. He wondered if he had said something wrong.

“Heh, you dare lie to me, Mu Susu, right to my face?” she said coldly.

“Everything I said is true.”

“If it’s true that your Master saved you,” Mu Susu’s eyes narrowed further, her voice turning icy, “then where is she? Why isn’t she with you?”

Chen Yin’s expression remained unchanged, but he became more cautious.

…He wasn’t sure how many people knew about Master’s injuries.

To be safe, any Grand Clarity Realm cultivator could be a suspect.

So, he chose his words carefully. “My Master is a free spirit. After saving us, she left on her own.”

Mu Susu’s sneer deepened. “Do you really think I’m that easy to fool?”

“Your Master has returned to the mountain, so there’s no one to prove your innocence, is there?”

“Frost Moon Sword Immortal Shen Shuanglian can vouch for me.”

Chen Yin said calmly and respectfully, “If Sect Master Mu doesn’t believe me, then Frost Moon Sword Immortal’s reputation should be enough, right?”

“Hmph, why should I believe the words of a junior from the Mist Spirit Sect?”

Mu Susu’s words were filled with arrogance and disdain. An invisible pressure emanated from her, and Chen Yin felt an increasing weight on his shoulders, almost forcing him to his knees.

“If you don’t present me with satisfactory evidence, don’t blame me for taking you back to the Heavenly Net Sect for interrogation.” Her voice was cold and threatening.

Chen Yin sighed and said resignedly, “Then what kind of evidence does Sect Master Mu require?”

“You claim that your Master, Immortal Yu Ling, saved you.”

Mu Susu raised her hand gracefully, and a surge of energy locked onto Chen Yin, seemingly trying to seal his spiritual sea. “Very well. I’ll take you to Mount Yu and confront your Master face to face.”

“If what you said is true, then nothing will happen. But if you dare lie to me, I’ll hold your Master accountable.”

Hearing this, Chen Yin’s expression changed, becoming serious.

“Sect Master Mu,” his voice suddenly turned cold.

“I’ve been respectful and explained everything to you because I respect you as a senior in the cultivation world.”

“But it seems that in your eyes, Sect Master Mu, Mount Yu is a place you can come and go as you please, accusing us whenever you want?” His voice was firm and unwavering.

The next moment, the Heavenly Net Sect disciples surrounding him drew their swords, their killing intent palpable.

“Insolent! How dare you speak to the Vice Sect Master with such disrespect?!”

Chen Yin ignored them and continued to look at Mu Susu with clear eyes.

Mu Susu’s gaze also turned icy, radiating an immense pressure that would have made ordinary cultivators crumble to their knees.

“You… repeat that.”

Chen Yin said calmly, “I said, Mount Yu is not a marketplace.”

“If Sect Master Mu insists on barging in, then be prepared to face the consequences.”

His words almost provoked the Heavenly Net Sect disciples to attack.

“Stop!”

Mu Susu raised her hand, stopping her disciples. But a mysterious glint appeared in her eyes as she asked pointedly:

“Are you really unwilling to take me to your Master and prove your innocence?”

“Yes.” Chen Yin replied firmly.

Suddenly, an overwhelming killing intent enveloped him. Mu Susu narrowed her eyes and extended a finger, as if she was choking Chen Yin from afar.

“So afraid to face your Master, it seems you’re ready to confess your guilt?”

“If the esteemed Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Net Sect truly believes that an injured Cloud Ascending Realm cultivator could kill so many disciples from three different sects…”

Chen Yin shrugged nonchalantly. “Then I have nothing to say.”

The killing intent in Mu Susu’s eyes intensified.

The atmosphere was as tense as a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

Chen Yin felt an immense pressure on his shoulders, as if a mountain was about to crush him.

But he stood his ground, unwavering.

The air remained thick with tension for a long time. Then, Chen Yin suddenly felt the pressure lighten, and the killing intent dissipated.

A melodious laughter, like the rustling of bamboo leaves, rang out before him.

“Well, well. That Yu Ling, she’s taken on a rather interesting disciple.”

Mu Susu’s face was now adorned with an appreciative smile, as if the icy killing intent from moments ago belonged to a different person.

“You’d rather die than reveal your Master’s whereabouts? You’re quite loyal.”

“But it seems… she’s truly injured this time.” She said casually.

Chen Yin’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“What do you mean, Sect Master Mu?”

“Hehe, don’t be so sensitive. These are matters beyond your current level of understanding.”

Mu Susu said with a smile, “And don’t worry about your Master.”

“That old woman might be unreliable, but she’s tougher than a cockroach. She won’t die so easily.”

Chen Yin’s curiosity was piqued.

It seemed that Mu Susu was close to Master and knew something about her injuries.

But she wasn’t planning on telling him.

Mu Susu beckoned him with a finger.

Chen Yin obediently approached her.

“Hmm… not a bad-looking face.”

She examined his features carefully, like she was appraising a valuable treasure, then nodded with satisfaction.

“Alright, you pass.”

“We know there’s more to this incident than meets the eye. We won’t make things difficult for you, young man.”

She said with a playful smile, “Otherwise, a certain little girl will throw a tantrum.”

A disgruntled voice came from the palanquin behind her:

“Mother!”

“Haha, alright, alright, Mother will stop talking.”

Mu Susu’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Go find your lover. Don’t keep our girl waiting too long.”

Before Chen Yin could react, a flash of red darted out from the palanquin. Luo Qiaoqiao grabbed his hand and dragged him away, running as if they were escaping.

She didn’t stop until they were far away from the Heavenly Net Sect disciples.

“Uh, Sister Qiaoqiao, this is…”

Before Chen Yin could finish his sentence, a soft touch landed on his lips.

Intense, like a hundred flowers blooming at once, her kiss poured all her tenderness and longing into his heart.

After a long while, Luo Qiaoqiao reluctantly parted her lips, her flushed face filled with indescribable joy and reproach.

“Bad boy. Do you know how worried I was about you?”

Chen Yin could only scratch his head awkwardly and return her kiss, a gesture of reassurance.

“…I’m sorry.”

“I made you worry.”

Chapter 48: Luo Qiaoqiao’s Mother

At least one thing Master said was true.

When cultivated to its peak, the “Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra” could indeed grant near immortality.

Although Master’s injuries were severe, with proper rest, she would fully recover within ten days to half a month.

Chen Yin wasn’t worried about her recovery. He was worried about the person who had inflicted such injuries upon her.

…And even more worried about the things Master was hiding from him.

“If you can stay peacefully on Mount Yu for the next six months to a year, I won’t press you about this matter.”

Chen Yin said softly, “I’ll try to finish what I’m doing as soon as possible and return to Mount Yu to take care of you.”

“Hah.”

Master giggled. “You brat, you can’t even take care of yourself, and you want to take care of me?”

“Heh? You have the nerve to say that? If I weren’t cleaning up your messes and dealing with your creditors every day, Mount Yu would have been burned down by now.”

Chen Yin retorted playfully.

Master and disciple resumed their usual banter, teasing and bickering with each other.

After a while, Master’s gaze inadvertently fell upon the sword in Chen Yin’s hand.

“This sword…”

Chen Yin quickly hid the sword behind his back and said nonchalantly, “Wh-what about it? I bought it at the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Master scoffed. “Do you think I’m blind? Or do you think I wouldn’t know if you stole something from my treasure vault?”

Chen Yin could only chuckle awkwardly.

“The Eternal Light sword…” For some reason, a distant look appeared in Master’s eyes.

“What’s wrong? Is this sword some ancient artifact that has chosen me as its master?”

“Read fewer novels, it’s good for your brain.” Master sneered.

“There’s nothing special about this sword. If anything, it’s just a bit tougher than usual. But besides its durability, it has no other advantages.”

She flicked the sword lightly with her tiny finger and chuckled. “In the end, it’s just a piece of scrap metal.”

“…At least for now.” Her gaze lowered.

Chen Yin examined the sword carefully. “Really?”

“Well, as long as it’s tough enough. I need a sword that won’t break easily, and this one feels good in my hand.”

“…That sounds a bit strange.”

“That’s because you’re looking at everything through your perverted lens.”

After regulating her breathing, Master stretched lazily and asked curiously, “So where are we? Where did you take me?”

“Just an abandoned hut at the foot of Ten Thousand Cloud Mountain.”

“Hey… speaking of which, you didn’t do anything to my body while I was unconscious, did you?” She suddenly asked, her arms crossed protectively in front of her chest.

Chen Yin said seriously, “Of course I did. I held your small, fragrant body and kissed you all over.”

“Ugh! That’s disgusting! You lolicon! Go die!”

“…You don’t have to be so harsh.”

Master waved her hand dismissively. “Forget it, consider it a dog bite.”

“I’m going back to the mountain. You should focus on your own tasks.”

Chen Yin nodded, then said hesitantly, “Master…”

“Hmm?”

“…Don’t make me worry so much.”

Master glanced at him sideways and smiled silently.

“Alright, you brat.”

She twirled gracefully, her wide robe swirling around her, her hair flying in the air. Even her footsteps seemed lighter.

The next moment, she vanished without a trace.

***

In the early morning mist of the bamboo forest, Chen Yin left the abandoned hut after Master’s departure.

He had already left the Heavenly Path Perilous Domain and was now at the foot of Ten Thousand Cloud Mountain, not far from Fragrance City. It was only half a day’s journey.

As he walked through the bamboo forest, he heard rustling sounds.

A large group of cultivators was approaching. They were wearing the robes of the Heavenly Net Sect.

Chen Yin didn’t bother hiding. He didn’t think the Heavenly Net Sect would be hostile towards him.

But as soon as the cultivators saw him, the Heavenly Net Sect disciples became incredibly nervous. They drew their weapons and whispered among themselves, “Quick! Send a message to Senior Sister! We found Chen Yin!”

Chen Yin frowned slightly.

“Everyone, I don’t think there’s that much animosity between me and the Heavenly Net Sect, is there?”

“H-how dare you say that?! Our Senior Sister was worried about your safety and sent disciples to search for you. And you, you ungrateful wretch, killed them all!”

Chen Yin finally understood.

…So he was being blamed for the masked man in black’s actions.

The ultimate scapegoat.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” Chen Yin explained helplessly. “I didn’t kill those people. And why would I kill fellow cultivators from the Heavenly Net Sect?”

“Call your Senior Sister. I’ll explain everything to her face to face.”

The Heavenly Net Sect disciples, although nervously eyeing him, didn’t dare to attack. They simply stood there, their weapons drawn.

Chen Yin could only wait patiently.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long. After about half an hour, he heard a commotion in the distance. He looked up and saw a large group of Heavenly Net Sect disciples escorting a luxurious palanquin towards him.

The disciples surrounding Chen Yin sheathed their weapons and stepped aside respectfully.

…Strange. Did Luo Qiaoqiao have such a grand entrance last time? Chen Yin wondered.

The palanquin stopped gracefully among the bamboo trees, and a disciple immediately stepped forward and lifted the curtain.

However, it wasn’t Luo Qiaoqiao who emerged.

It was a beautiful woman who resembled Luo Qiaoqiao, her features stunningly beautiful, her elegant demeanor and bearing radiating through her luxurious attire and jewelry.

Her mere presence seemed to dim the surrounding world, as if she had absorbed all its colors.

Chen Yin wasn’t stupid. Seeing the respectful attitude of those around her, he immediately understood her identity and bowed deeply.

“Junior Chen Yin of Mount Yu, greetings to the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Net Sect.”

…There was only one woman in the entire Heavenly Net Sect who deserved such respect.

The dignified and elegant woman before him was clearly one of the renowned Heavenly Net Couple, the Vice Sect Master of the Heavenly Net Sect, and Luo Qiaoqiao’s mother.

Mu Susu.

She looked Chen Yin up and down with a playful glint in her eyes, her voice carrying a mesmerizing charm.

“You… are Chen Yin?”

“It is I, this junior.” Chen Yin maintained a respectful demeanor.

“Not bad. Your manners are impeccable. But for today’s matter, good manners aren’t enough.”

Mu Susu raised her chin slightly, her tone hardening. “You will have to answer for the deaths of so many disciples from the Heavenly Net Sect.”

“If your explanation is satisfactory, we wouldn’t mind becoming friends. But if it isn’t…”

Her voice took on a chilling edge. “Don’t expect that silly girl Qiaoqiao to come to your rescue.”

“Because it’s quite easy for me, Mu Susu, to make someone disappear.”

Chapter 47: Saving One, Not Intending to Lose the Other

“Which old dog is so blind? Daring to touch a disciple of Mount Yu?”

As the fog dissipated, a small figure emerged, draped in a large robe that concealed her petite frame. Master Yu Ling, the Immortal, stood with her delicate bare feet on the ground, stretching lazily and speaking nonchalantly:

“Don’t hide your face behind that mask. Show me your ugly mug.”

“Come out and talk to me, you pathetic excuse for a cultivator.”

With Master’s appearance, the man in black’s expression darkened, while Chen Yin relaxed, even finding the leisure to tease:

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Master. What if he’s not even human?”

“Oh, wow, so he’s not even human.”

The playful banter between master and disciple made Shen Shuanglian feel a bit out of place.

The man in black stared at Master for a long time, his eyes narrowed with malice.

“Yu Ling… why are you here?”

“Why? What does it matter to you where I go?”

Master raised her chin disdainfully, her voice childish. “When a dog tries to shit on Mount Yu, I have to come out and teach it a lesson, right?”

“You don’t really think I’m a pushover, do you?”

Chen Yin was used to his Master’s foul language, while Shen Shuanglian was stunned, never imagining that the renowned Immortal Yu Ling would be so… unrestrained.

The man in black continued to stare at Master, his mind racing.

“Yu Ling, are you really going to protect these two?”

“What do you mean ‘protect them’? Why else would I be here?”

Master snorted haughtily. “I don’t know which kennel you crawled out of, and I don’t care.”

“If you don’t want to leave, you’re welcome to stay… permanently.”

The man in black narrowed his eyes.

…Honestly, Immortal Yu Ling’s appearance had completely disrupted his plans.

Not only could he not reveal his identity, but even if he fought with all his might, he wasn’t sure he could kill those two under Yu Ling’s protection, let alone escape unscathed.

If he got entangled with Yu Ling, it could jeopardize the entire mission.

So, he took one last glance at Chen Yin, who was standing behind Yu Ling, and without another word, vanished without a trace.

“He ran away? What a cowardly dog.”

Chen Yin scoffed, crossing his arms. Master snorted and said nonchalantly, “It’s a rule of the jianghu: show mercy to those who flee. Since he’s gone, let’s spare his life.”

“He killed so many cultivators from the Mist Spirit Sect, the Heavenly Net Sect, and the Ten Thousand Fragrance Pavilion. I’m sure those three won’t let him off easily. We can just sit back and watch the show.”

With that, Master suddenly turned her head and fixed her gaze on Shen Shuanglian, her eyes sharp and scrutinizing.

Shen Shuanglian felt a surge of unease and lowered her head nervously:

“G-greetings, Master Yu Ling…”

“Tch. I thought that brat Chen Yin was lying to me, but it seems he actually managed to snag himself a beauty.”

Master looked Shen Shuanglian up and down with a dissatisfied expression, then muttered, “Such a delicate flower, why would she choose to stick with that pile of dung?”

Chen Yin coughed awkwardly and tried to explain, “Master, you’ve misunderstood. Senior Sister, she’s just—”

“Don’t explain, I don’t want to hear it.”

Master waved her hand dismissively and said seriously, “But… upon closer inspection, she’s not bad.”

“Busty, long legs, nice curves. She should be able to bear healthy children. Disciple, you have my permission to take her back to the mountain.”

Chen Yin choked on his words, coughing violently, while Shen Shuanglian’s face flushed crimson.

“No… I mean, Master, we’re cultivators, not bandits. What do you mean ‘take her back to the mountain’… That’s not appropriate, is it?”

“What’s not appropriate?”

Master said nonchalantly, “She’s a pretty girl. It’s good for my eyes to have her around.”

“…I’m suddenly thinking it’s a good idea for Xiang’er and me to move out.”

The shameless banter between master and disciple made Shen Shuanglian’s ears burn. She stole a glance at them, then quickly looked away.

What a strange pair of master and disciple. Shen Shuanglian couldn’t understand them at all.

After exchanging a few more suggestive jokes with Chen Yin, Master finally got to the point. “Alright, let’s talk business.”

“Shen Shuanglian is the chief disciple of the main sect. It’s best to keep your distance from her until you’ve properly married her. We don’t want the main sect spreading rumors.”

“As for this incident, you probably have a lot to report to the main sect, right?”

Master was referring to the countless corpses scattered on the ground.

Shen Shuanglian lowered her eyes, biting her lip, her voice tinged with sadness:

“Yes. Then, Master Yu Ling, I… will take my leave.”

Before leaving, she cast one last longing glance at Chen Yin.

Chen Yin nodded silently, his lips forming the words: “Wait for me.”

…Okay.

I’ll wait for you.

With a few graceful leaps, Shen Shuanglian’s blue figure disappeared into the distance.

Chen Yin watched her leave with a wistful expression, sighing, “This Fairy Conference has been much more eventful than I expected.”

“You brat, I sent you out for training, not to cause this much trouble. If I hadn’t rushed here, you would be a pair of fugitive lovebirds by now.”

Master stood with her back to Chen Yin, her head turned away.

Chen Yin chuckled ingratiatingly. “I only dared to be so reckless because I knew you were here to back me up.”

“You have no idea how terrified those arrogant elders and cultivators were when they heard your name. They were practically running for their lives.”

Master seemed indifferent to Chen Yin’s flattery.

“By the way, why are you in such a good mood today? You just let that guy go?”

Chen Yin teased, “I thought you would at least rip off his mask, step on him a few times, and spit on him, knowing your temper.”

“I can’t believe you just let him go without—”

Before he could finish his sentence…

The small figure before him suddenly collapsed backwards, silently and gracefully.

Chen Yin’s eyes widened in horror.

***

When Master woke up, it was already dusk.

She rubbed her eyes with her chubby little hands, looked around the dilapidated wooden hut in confusion, and tried to get up.

“Stay down.” A man’s voice rang out beside her, gentle yet firm.

Master pouted with dissatisfaction. “Hey, brat, I’m your Master. Show some respect.”

“If you can give me a reasonable explanation for your injuries, I’ll listen to you.”

Chen Yin was calmly brewing herbs, glancing at her with a neutral expression.

Master remained silent for a moment, then pouted slightly.

“It’s not as serious as you’re making it out to be—”

“Whether it’s serious or not, you know better than anyone.”

Chen Yin wiped his hands clean and brought a bowl of medicinal soup to her. “Drink this. It won’t heal your injuries, but it will help regulate your energy.”

Master grumbled and complained, but she eventually finished the soup reluctantly.

“…Ugh. What kind of awful concoction is this, you brat? It’s so bitter!”

“It’s medicine, not food. Of course it’s bitter.”

Master handed him the bowl with a sullen expression. Chen Yin put it aside and looked at her seriously.

“Tell me. Who injured you like this?”

“You brat, are you actually concerned about your Master?” Master asked with a playful smile. “That’s good. I’ve finally managed to tame this ungrateful wolf cub.”

“But what’s the point of worrying? If someone was able to injure me like this, what can you do about it? Rush to your death?”

“We won’t know until we try, right?” Chen Yin’s tone remained calm.

Master’s playful smile faded, and she closed her eyes silently.

“…Don’t worry.”

“Just focus on your own tasks. You don’t need to worry about my affairs yet.”

“Don’t I have enough to worry about just looking at you?” Chen Yin retorted.

“This time, you at least collapsed into my arms. What about next time?”

He said each word slowly and deliberately, “I don’t want to be left wondering where to collect your corpse.”

Master giggled softly, covering her mouth, her eyes sparkling.

“You brat. Can’t you say something auspicious for once?”

Chen Yin just stared at her silently.

Unable to withstand his intense gaze, Master sighed and said softly, “Alright, alright. You have a filial heart, I’ll give you that.”

“But it’s not as bad as you think. I’m not that fragile. Don’t underestimate my ‘Forgotten Everlasting Heart Sutra’.”

She raised her arm lazily, her eyes calm. “I’ll be fully recovered within a month at most.”

She tried to get up, but Chen Yin blocked her way.

“Where are you going?”

“What? You’re going to control me now?”

Chen Yin said seriously, “If you’re going back to the place where you got injured, I won’t allow it.”

Master narrowed her eyes and chuckled. “What if… I have to go?”

“Then forgive me for my disobedience.”

With that, Chen Yin picked up his Eternal Light sword.

Master fell silent, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

The atmosphere became heavy with tension.

“Heh. I take back what I said earlier.”

She said with a cold smile, “An ungrateful wolf cub is still an ungrateful wolf cub. You’re even willing to point your sword at your Master now.”

“Don’t try to provoke me.” Chen Yin shook his head. “I won’t let you go.”

“You’re not going anywhere until you’re fully recovered.”

“Are you ordering me?” Master raised her chin slightly.

“No.”

Chen Yin said slowly, “…I’m begging you.”

Master froze.

“You and Xiang’er are the only family I have left.”

“I saved one. I don’t intend to lose the other.”

Chen Yin’s words were sincere, his gaze steady as he looked at her.

Master fell into a long silence.

After a while, she finally closed her eyes, her expression weary.

“Don’t worry. That matter is over.”

“I’m just returning to Mount Yu to recover. I won’t be running around for at least six months to a year.”

Chen Yin asked, “Are you sure?”

“Silly boy.”

Master grinned, revealing her adorable little fangs. “I’m a righteous and upstanding person. I don’t lie.”