Chapter 18

"What a scene of a lotus rising from the water!"

"What are your plans for the next step?" Su Lingshu asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Going to the capital of this Xuanyuan Dynasty, Chengtian City, to participate in a farce called the Dao Trial Conference, and while I'm at it, to see that world-renowned Palace Master, Lu Jiajing." These were not things worth hiding, so Lin Yi told the truth.

"Then I…"

"You are naturally coming with me, my good Dao Companion." Lin Yi looked at her with a smile.

"I am not… forget it, I have no intention of arguing with you about these things." Su Lingshu felt that even if she argued, she would eventually have to hold her nose and admit it anyway, so it was better to save the effort.

"One last question, what exactly is the use of taking my body? You should be clear that I don't want to hear you say anything like 'liking' me." Su Lingshu steadied her breathing.

"It's very simple, I have a special ability…" Lin Yi directly brought out the same explanation he had given Pei Yuhan, though he was much more vague this time.

For instance, when Pei Yuhan said he was a Reincarnation of a great expert, he said that looking at Su Lingshu gave him a sense of familiar memories.

Or when Pei Yuhan said he had a special Physique, he claimed that he felt his body craving her, and even after taking Su Lingshu's virginity, he felt his body had reached Perfection.

Although Su Lingshu was somewhat skeptical, Pei Yuhan's endorsement was far more trustworthy than her own feelings; once Lin Yi slightly hinted that Pei Yuhan also acknowledged this, she nodded and accepted it.

Coupled with Lin Yi's previous oddities and special traits… Su Lingshu had likely been completely hoodwinked by Lin Yi.

As for when he would let her go… even if Su Lingshu didn't ask, she knew that Lin Yi would certainly shake his head.

That scoundrel Lin Yi was just a huge pervert!

Even if it was because of his ability, he didn't even know how to properly court her! He just had to do it that way!

Su Lingshu turned her back to Lin Yi, leaning against his chest. Lin Yi's large hands were wrapped around her waist, keeping her lower abdomen warm.

Feeling Lin Yi's presence, she drifted off to sleep before she knew it.

She was truly very, very tired today, not just physically, but mentally as well. But at this moment… unexpectedly, she slept very comfortably, as if she had returned to her mother's embrace.

Warm, comfortable, cozy…

Lin Yi… little thief…

This was her final thought. She pursed her lips, and a faint curve seemed to appear at the corners of her mouth…

Chapter 31: You Only Need to Have No Brains

Li Tiaodeng opened her eyes in a daze. As her vision gradually focused, Lin Yi's face instantly came into view.

"Mas… ter?" Li Tiaodeng's voice was heavy with fatigue.

"Master?" Li Tiaodeng suddenly snapped back to reality. She swallowed, Lin Yi's face was less than three inches from her eyes, and she could even perceive his faint breathing!

Her pretty face instantly flushed with a hint of crimson. Coupled with the handkerchief she was clutching tightly inside the quilt, she felt a moment of relief that she didn't have the habit of kicking off her blankets at night.

Otherwise… the messy state under her quilt would likely have been completely exposed to Master…

If Master found out that she had actually used the handkerchief he gave her to do that sort of thing… she wouldn't be able to rest in peace even if she died.

Li Tiaodeng's heart was pounding wildly, not just from shyness, but also from fear.

"Tiaodeng, since you're awake, wash up and get up. The plan for the day lies in the morning." Lin Yi dropped this sentence and stood up to walk outside.

Li Tiaodeng's heart, which had been about to jump out of her chest, slowly settled down. She took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

"By the way, it's better to be careful at night." Lin Yi's voice came from outside the door. Li Tiaodeng looked up, but only saw a flash of white clothing blending into the snowy scenery.

It's over.

Li Tiaodeng's head fell heavily onto the soft pillow. Her face was already dyed a deep crimson, and even the tips of her translucent ears were faintly flushed.

She stared blankly at the ceiling above. Outside the window, it was somewhat dark, but the room was brightly lit by lamps, and her body, hidden under the quilt, was very warm.

But… Li Tiaodeng's heart was icy cold.

It's over.

She had been discovered.

Lin Yi actually didn't know what Li Tiaodeng had done. Although he was a Golden Core Cultivator and could use Divine Sense to control a sword, his Divine Sense was ultimately not as powerful as that of a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, allowing it to be used extravagantly.

However, he could tell that Li Tiaodeng was feeling guilty, and teasing her was quite fun.

Su Lingshu was still resting; she had hugged him quite tightly last night. Yu Xiaotang had already been called by Pei Yuhan to practice sword dancing in the snow.

In the dead of winter, the sun rose late. At this moment, the world was pitch black, and last night's brilliant moonlight had already faded away.

Lin Yi stood under the eaves for a short while.

Li Tiaodeng came out wearing that white dress. She walked in front of Lin Yi, lowered her head, and called out, "Master."

Lin Yi nodded with a calm expression.

Seeing that Lin Yi did not bring up what happened last night, Li Tiaodeng breathed a slight sigh of relief, although she still felt like a child who had made a mistake in front of Lin Yi.

"Watch your Junior Martial Uncle." Lin Yi tilted his chin.

Li Tiaodeng looked up. Yu Xiaotang was executing sword Moves in the snow. Her fierce sword dance swept up the remaining snow around her, swirling it onto the tip of her sword. As she danced, the flying snow hovered around her like a shower of flowers.

"There are nine Realms of the Dao of the Sword, and above them is the Transcendent Realm. I have barely reached the seventh Realm."

"Tiaodeng understands. Then what about Junior Martial Uncle?" Li Tiaodeng's gaze was burning as she watched Yu Xiaotang's sword dance; she suddenly had a peculiar feeling.

"The second Realm."

Along this journey, Yu Xiaotang hadn't just been eating and drinking off Lin Yi all day. Every time Lin Yi rewarded her, she would put in more sweat than usual to practice swordplay.

Yu Xiaotang's Aptitude was not bad to begin with, and the second Realm was not a difficult barrier to pass. Under Lin Yi's dual reward system of the carrot and the stick, it was normal for Yu Xiaotang to break through from the first Realm to the second.

"Then Grandmaster…"

"The ninth Realm." Pei Yuhan's cold voice came from the side. She glanced at Lin Yi, and seeing him looking at her with a smile, she turned her head away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

Having just been intimate with Lin Yi last night, seeing his Disciple now gave her a rather strange feeling.

Not to mention… Pei Yuhan hesitated whether to tell Lin Yi what Li Tiaodeng had done last night. Even during intimacy, she kept her Divine Sense spread around her. Because she cared about Su Lingshu's presence, she had covered the entire house with her Divine Sense.

Consequently, everything Li Tiaodeng did last night had been caught in her view.

She felt somewhat helpless. How could everyone in her Sect be such people who deceive their Masters and destroy their ancestors!

Lin Yi was, and his Disciple was too.

"The Transcendent Realm… probably only the Ancestral Master of our Cold Palace Sword Sect has reached it." Pei Yuhan did not want to talk more about that man.

Li Tiaodeng shut her mouth. She could feel that Pei Yuhan's emotions were slightly agitated. Ancestral Master? Why did Grandmaster have such a strange aura when talking about him?

Lin Yi tapped Li Tiaodeng, who was in a daze. "Watch your Junior Martial Uncle's Moves. Later, you are to replicate them one-to-one for me."

Li Tiaodeng hurriedly snapped back to reality. She did not refute Lin Yi's words, but followed his instructions, staring intently at Yu Xiaotang's sword Moves.

Yu Xiaotang finished with a thrust. The flying snow around her transformed into sword momentum, sweeping outward with this thrust. She took a long breath of the icy air and then slowly exhaled, turning it into a white stream that dissipated into the dim morning.

Lin Yi walked over and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from Yu Xiaotang's forehead.

"Senior Brother!" Yu Xiaotang wanted to hug him in surprise, but sensing that her clothes were soaked with sweat, she stopped in a hurry.

"It's fine, I don't mind." Lin Yi held her with a smile, and then, under her expectant gaze, kissed the corner of her lips.

Yu Xiaotang seemed like one who had encountered sweet rain after a long drought; her entire complexion changed from the exhaustion of practicing swordplay to being full of spirit.

Li Tiaodeng blinked. Master, you and Junior Martial Uncle… how come it's a bit different from what she imagined?

Weren't you being forced, Master?

And what about the Master's wife? Is she still resting?

"Alright, Tiaodeng, it's your turn. How much did you remember?" Lin Yi turned his head to look at Li Tiaodeng.

Li Tiaodeng suppressed her questions. She closed her eyes to recall, then replied hesitantly, "About… thirty percent?"

She truly could only vaguely remember a portion of the sword Moves; this thirty percent might even be an exaggeration. She felt uneasy, unsure if she would be despised by Master for being stupid.

"No, one hundred percent." Lin Yi's words left Li Tiaodeng somewhat dazed.

Master… you trust me so much… but I am unworthy of it…

Lin Yi and Pei Yuhan exchanged a glance. "You don't need to be so self-deprecating. You have a Natural Sword Body; you don't need to think about anything. Your body will naturally guide you to wield the sword."

Lin Yi's words left Li Tiaodeng even more dazed.

"In other words, you just need to empty your consciousness."

Chapter 32: The Junior Sister is Neglected

Seeing that Li Tiaodeng was still somewhat at a loss.

Lin Yi simply took the long sword from Yu Xiaotang's hand and tossed it toward Li Tiaodeng. Li Tiaodeng hurriedly caught it. At this moment, her pretty Fairy-like appearance disappeared, and she became cute and naive.

"Come, try it and you'll know." Lin Yi moved his Divine Sense, manipulating the long sword in Li Tiaodeng's hand, pulling Li Tiaodeng to stand in the courtyard.

Li Tiaodeng looked at the long sword in her hand, then looked at Lin Yi's encouraging gaze. She gritted her teeth and began to raise the long sword, imitating Yu Xiaotang from her memory.

Lin Yi nodded. Although it was a bit awkward, it was normal. After all, it was her first time holding a sword; being able to swing it in a decent manner already counted as her having extraordinary talent.

Li Tiaodeng thrust in the snow, then swung. Gradually, she seemed to realize a strange feeling, and she subconsciously swung according to her own thoughts…

Lin Yi held Yu Xiaotang, silently watching Li Tiaodeng's figure. The long dress was not suitable for sword practice, but at this moment, it made her posture look even more ethereal. Every movement was devoid of the coarseness of a martial artist, carrying an indescribable charm.

"Xiao Yi." Pei Yuhan's soft voice sounded in Lin Yi's ear. Perhaps it was to avoid disturbing Li Tiaodeng's sword momentum, but Pei Yuhan was currently extremely close to Lin Yi, and Lin Yi could even feel the warm breath of his beautiful Master.

"Hmm?" Lin Yi reached out, pulled back, and grasped Pei Yuhan's slightly cool, jade-like hand.

"You and Su Lingshu last night…" Pei Yuhan's gaze was cold and clear, with a touch of calmness.

"You should already know, Yuhan." Lin Yi hadn't avoided Pei Yuhan last night; given Pei Yuhan's powerful Divine Sense, she must have heard everything.

"I just… feel a little afraid…" Pei Yuhan shook her head.

Afraid?

Lin Yi turned around, let go of Yu Xiaotang, and embraced Pei Yuhan's waist. The feel of the waist-cincher slid across Lin Yi's fingertips as he hugged the Fairy's somewhat delicate body.

Yu Xiaotang didn't know what had happened between the two of them, and she didn't have time to be jealous right now, just watching Pei Yuhan with some worry.

Pei Yuhan turned her head, her pretty face resting against Lin Yi's chest. Lin Yi used his hand to help her comb through her long hair that fell to her hips.

"Master, do you know why I came down the mountain?" Lin Yi lowered his head and used his hand to lift Pei Yuhan's smooth chin. Pei Yuhan slightly lowered her brows and closed her eyes.

Pei Yuhan did not answer, but many things were tacitly understood. Even if Lin Yi didn't say it, she understood.

"I will handle the matter of Yin Yang, Master, you don't need to worry." Lin Yi lowered his head and took a small bite of Pei Yuhan's lips.

Indeed soft and juicy.

"No…" Pei Yuhan shook her head. "I am afraid you will die at the hands of Yin Yang."

Pei Yuhan opened her eyes. Her beautiful eyes, brewing with a pool of clear spring water, reflected Lin Yi's face. Pei Yuhan reached out and gently stroked the young man's handsome face.

She was not worried for herself; she was only worried that Lin Yi, her Disciple, her husband, would die at the hands of Yin Yang.

She could not bear such pain.

A month ago, she would have blamed herself and shed tears, but now, a month later, she would likely break her sword and die for love.

Yes… Pei Yuhan had to admit that she truly regarded Lin Yi as her bed companion.

She had always been a person who valued emotions.

"No, Yuhan, what you should care about is how Yin Yang will die at my hands." Lin Yi looked at the beautiful Master in front of him with a light laugh; the emotion called worry revealed on that small face made him feel somewhat pleased.

"I… mm…"

Lin Yi blocked Pei Yuhan's sandalwood mouth, so she could no longer speak those disheartening words.

Nearby.

Li Tiaodeng, who was following her body to dance with the sword, had already stopped, standing in the courtyard with her sword, blankly watching Lin Yi lower his head.

She pursed her lips, feeling a bit bitter inside, as if something she had finally managed to snatch away had been stolen by someone else.

It was strange.

Li Tiaodeng banished this strange emotion from her mind and continued to swing her sword, but this time, no matter what, she could not enter that mysterious and profound state, and even the posture that had originally been decent became messy.