Chapter 127: Eve of Departure (II)

"You scoundrel…"

Bai Youyou bit her lower lip lightly, letting out a very soft whimper, her body trembling slightly, her breathing ragged and hurried.

— — Mist swirls in the hot spring, the scent of the jade beauty lingers, a soft call carries a hazy intent.

— — Eyes filled with tears, too shy to speak, a strand of springtime longing flows with the water.

— — Cloud-like hair lightly pinned, yet still unruly, dreams cannot be hidden deep within the embroidered quilt.

— — Passion rises like silent fire, petals of peach blossoms fall in the moonlight.

I do not know how much time had passed, but Bai Youyou leaned against Lin Fan's shoulder, her eyes filled with a touch of languor and satisfaction.

Her figure was soft, her fingertips trailing along the edge of the pool, her cheeks still flushed, the water rippling gently, as if in a dream.

"Brother Bai Fan, I don't want you to go…" she murmured softly, her voice filled with a coquettish reluctance to part.

Lin Fan gently stroked her jade-like back, consoling her warmly: "What is there to be reluctant about? It's not as if I'm not coming back."

Hearing these words, Bai Youyou's eyes flickered, as if the slight uneasiness in her heart had dissipated with the wind.

Once a woman finds her true love, she becomes docile and gentle.

She nodded and said softly: "Alright, Brother Bai Fan, I'll wait for you to return."

The two remained nestled in each other's arms, immersed in this tender affection, completely unaware—that Chief Disciple Lei Ji beside them had already quietly woken up.

She opened her eyes groggily, and upon seeing the scene before her, her face instantly turned red, her breathing became ragged, and her fingers gently gripped the water surface beside her, causing ripples to spread.

She closed her eyes in a panic, attempting to pretend she hadn't woken up, but the sound of her heartbeat had already betrayed her emotions.

Bai Youyou seemed to have sensed something and whispered a reminder: "Brother Bai Fan, you should head back first. Chief Disciple Lei Ji is about to wake up; if she sees you, it might not be good."

"Mn." Lin Fan responded, and although his eyes held reluctance, he still suppressed the thoughts in his heart and quietly exited the Spirit Dew Hot Spring.

Upon exiting the hot spring, thoughts surged in Lin Fan's mind, and the first person to appear was that girl who had always stayed by his side—Cuier.

She did not possess peerless beauty, but she had the gentlest heart.

At this moment, the person he wanted to see most was her.

He summoned the System assistant in his mind: "Xiao Du, Xiao Du, help me break the Seal that Bai Youyou placed on the thousand appearance mask."

In an instant, an invisible force of rules appeared on the mask, as if the threads of fate had been quietly severed.

Xiao Du responded in a calm tone: "Cracking complete, 10,000 Merit points consumed, current remaining Merit points: 300."

Lin Fan was stunned: "What? Only 300 Merit points left? I brought the entire Xuanyin Qin Sect into my harem; if not a million, there should have been hundreds of thousands! You spent it all??"

Xiao Du was silent for a moment, appearing to be avoiding something.

Lin Fan sighed at the sky and patted his forehead: "No, I have to be more frugal, otherwise how will I cover the expenses for my future three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two immortal caves."

Xiao Du lowered her head, her fingers nervously drawing circles, and said in a small voice: "I… I… I thought you had kicked the bucket… so I spent just a little bit."

"How about… how about… I can work to pay you back later…"

Lin Fan helplessly supported his forehead, looking at this adorable little idiot before him, and sighed: "Forget it, let you work? You money-losing wretch, I'd probably have to pay extra just to support you."

He couldn't be bothered to argue with her any further, cast aside his distracting thoughts, slowly raised his hands, and channeled his spiritual power into the thousand appearance mask.

In an instant, the thousand appearance mask flashed with a faint light, and his figure changed rapidly, transforming into an ordinary inner Disciple of the Xuanyin Qin Sect, plain in appearance and completely unremarkable.

After transforming, Lin Fan spotted the direction, turned into an afterimage, and flew rapidly toward Tianyin Palace to find Cuier.

Tianyin Palace was located in a corner of the valley, surrounded by towering ancient trees, quiet and secluded.

As soon as Lin Fan stepped inside, the surrounding air instantly became a little quieter.

Cuier's dwelling was hidden within this peaceful atmosphere; she was usually this quiet, as if she had merged with the temperament of Tianyin Palace.

Before long, Lin Fan arrived outside Cuier's courtyard, where soft music emanated from within, pleasant like a trickling stream.

That was the sound of Cuier's zither, simple, pure, and without any Impurities, as if it could cleanse one's soul.

He quietly pushed open the courtyard gate and looked from afar; Cuier was sitting on a stone stool, wearing a slightly translucent white gauze dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements, fresh and elegant.

Although her features were not outstanding, that unique, tranquil temperament made her appear exceptionally pure.

Lin Fan stood by the courtyard gate, gazing at Cuier with gentle eyes, his heart filled with tenderness.

This girl had always supported him silently; even in his darkest days, her purity and kindness had never changed.

Just as he was about to speak, Cuier suddenly looked up and saw the "stranger Disciple" at the courtyard gate.

A trace of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she immediately smiled slightly and asked softly: "Junior Sister, is something the matter?"

Lin Fan composed himself, lowered his voice, and pretended to respond: "Senior Sister Cuier, I have some questions I would like to ask you."

Cuier put down the zither in her hands, nodded gently, and said softly: "Come in, sit down and we can talk slowly."

Lin Fan walked into the courtyard with a smile; Cuier was as gentle as usual, not noticing at all that the "Junior Sister" before her was him.

Lin Fan sat down at Cuier's invitation, leaning relaxedly against the stone table, a surge of warmth welling up in his heart.

He watched Cuier's focused expression, felt the tranquil aura about her, and couldn't help but feel moved.

"Senior Sister," Lin Fan said softly, secretly circulating his cultivation technique, trying hard to make his voice sound delicate, "I heard that you have recently been Cultivating a new melody; could you teach it to me?"

Cuier chuckled and said softly: "Actually, this is not a very complex melody, just some basic methods of harmonization. As long as you master the rhythm of the melody, you can easily get the hang of it."

Lin Fan nodded slightly, thinking to himself that such an interaction made him feel especially close.

He pretended to listen attentively to Cuier's explanation, his eyes filled with focus and admiration.

At this moment, Cuier was completely immersed in her own explanation, unaware that Lin Fan wasn't listening at all, just watching her quietly.

"This melody not only helps with Cultivation, but can also serve to harmonize one's state of mind," Cuier continued, her voice soft, flowing out like a trickling stream.

"If your heart is restless, it will make you feel tranquil."

"I will definitely practice hard." Lin Fan nodded, pretending to be serious; he knew it was time for him to leave.

"Thank you, Senior Sister, I will not disturb you any further with my questions." Lin Fan imitated the usual movements of a female Disciple, slightly turning to bow.

As a result, this action of his looked awkward no matter how one looked at it, causing Cuier to uncontrollably cover her face and laugh softly: "Haha, you must be a newly admitted Disciple, right? Your movements are a bit clumsy."