Chapter 217: Layout

Mu Xueyan lowered her head and sighed softly, "Master, the defeat of the Yunyin Sword Sect is a foregone conclusion; it is only a matter of time. Seeing the Sword Sect reach this point, how can I be happy?"

Lin Fan smiled slightly, patted her shoulder lightly, his expression deep, and spoke slowly:

"Xue Yan, the Ghost Race is merely being used from the shadows; the true enemy is someone else.

What I did today was to preserve the Origin Qi of the Canglan Immortal Domain.

You and Xue Yao should go to the Xuanyin Second Sect first; the Disciples there are our last hope, and perhaps there is still a chance of survival."

A look of unwillingness appeared on Mu Xueyan's face, and she asked, "Master, why not reveal the conspiracy behind the scenes to the public? Let the people of the Five Regions unite to resist."

Lin Fan shook his head, his voice steady, "No, the time is not yet right.

The various factions of the Five Regions have complex motives and keep each other in check, making trust difficult to come by, and I cannot be a 'bleeding heart.'

Xue Yan, we can only plan in secret and wait for an opportunity to strike back."

After struggling with herself, Mu Xueyan said firmly, "Master, I will obey, but the Sword Sect will fight to the end."

Lin Fan nodded, his gaze filled with concern, "Be careful, and don't push yourself."

He turned to Xue Yao and beckoned, "Xue Yao, come here; I have something to tell you privately."

Xue Yao walked over and respectfully replied, "Yes, Master."

Lin Fan moved away from Mu Xueyan, took a scroll from his sleeve, handed it to Xue Yao, and said in a grave tone:

"This is a teleportation scroll; the destination is the Xuanyin Second Sect.

If Mu Xueyan acts recklessly, teleport her away immediately.

But you must ensure your own safety; if it becomes impossible, abandon her and leave on your own."

Upon hearing this, a warmth welled up in Xue Yao's heart.

This special care made her heart feel sweet, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

If not for the awe she felt for Master's status as a God Realm being, she would have almost impulsively kissed his cheek to express her gratitude and reliance.

She lowered her head slightly to hide her shyness and said excitedly, "Don't worry, Master, I will certainly live up to your trust."

Lin Fan patted her shoulder with satisfaction, "Go on, I am going to the Tianji Pavilion; everything is left to you."

Xue Yao said confidently, "Rest assured, I have reached the Soul Transformation realm; even if Sovereign Jue strikes, I can keep Xue Yan safe."

Lin Fan smiled, "Then I am relieved."

Ripples appeared in the space, and Lin Fan escaped into the Void Realm.

Xue Yao did not return to the Xuanyin Qin Sect immediately, but returned to the Ghost Race base camp first.

Ye Youming had visited many times, but he had refused her, citing his busyness.

Before this trip to the Tianji Pavilion, he decided to make time to keep her company.

Deep in the night in the Ghost Race territory, the base camp was silent, and every movement in the air was exceptionally clear.

Moonlight spilled onto the stone path, mottled and flickering.

A light breeze blew by, and a deep purple dress fluttered in the wind.

Ye Youming stood in the courtyard, her gaze gentle, a smile on her lips, carrying a hint of playfulness:

"You dead man, you're finally willing to spare some time to see me."

She wore a light purple dress, the hem swaying gently with her steps, outlining her elegant curves.

Her snow-white jade legs were visible, stirring one's heart and soul.

Her exquisite face shone with a faint charm, attracting gazes that could not look away.

Lin Fan's gaze was involuntarily drawn to her, and for a moment, he was almost dazed.

"Of course, if I were to leave such a troublesome little enchantress as you alone, wouldn't that be a waste?"

Ye Youming chuckled, a flash of cunning in her eyes, "You still know it's a waste? You have been 'neglecting' me for several days; poor me and this body of mine…"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Fan quickly stepped forward and pulled Ye Youming into his arms.

Her soft body pressed close, making him instantly feel a warmth; the delicate touch and faint body fragrance made him lose himself.

With a turn, Lin Fan carried her into his tent.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly, his tongue gently prying open her teeth.

"Mmm…" Ye Youming trembled softly; although a bit inexperienced, she was eager to respond.

The two were immersed in a lingering kiss, gradually forgetting everything around them.

The air became increasingly hot, and their mutual desires seemed to burn like flames.

"Brother Bai Fan…" Ye Youming whispered, her voice soft and full of affection.

Lin Fan hugged her slender waist tightly and gently laid her on the bed.

As her clothes were gently untied, Ye Youming's skin glowed with a soft luster in the candlelight.

Inside the tent, breaths and whispers intertwined, and the atmosphere was tender and deep.

That night, Lin Fan held nothing back, protecting her with all his might—because he knew that the separation would be long.

In the morning, sunlight spilled over the two of them; Lin Fan gently brushed her hair, his tone gentle, "I am going to the Tianji Pavilion; it might be for a long time."

Ye Youming's heart trembled, her eyes filled with worry, "Is it absolutely necessary to go? The Ghost Race is not welcomed, and that place is extremely mysterious; even you might not be able to guarantee your safety."

Lin Fan smiled, his arms tightening, holding her even closer, "Yes, it is necessary. The Tianji Pavilion is the key to resolving the situation; if I don't go, things will only get worse."

Ye Youming nodded, though reluctant, she remained firm, "You must be careful. No matter where you go, take care of yourself. If they don't welcome you, come back; I will be waiting for you here."

Lin Fan took a deep breath, his gaze firm and gentle, "Don't worry, I will be fine."

He kissed her forehead lightly, released his embrace, and stood up to tidy his clothes.

Ye Youming lay on her side on the bed, watching him push open the curtain and gradually disappear from her sight.

The Xuanyin Second Sect was unusually lively this morning.

The quiet courtyard was full of vitality.

The Disciples of the Yunyin Sword Sect officially became Disciples of the Xuanyin Qin Sect's branch, and the Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters from the main sect came one after another to size up these newcomers.

They practiced even harder in the morning, deliberately showing off their strength and potential with every move and stance.

They longed to be favored by the Senior Sisters and Junior Sisters, as every Disciple of the Xuanyin Qin Sect was a beauty.

Sect Master Qi Meng and Lin Chen stood to the side, and seeing this, they exchanged a smile.

"After being busy all night, I can finally catch my breath." Sect Master Qi Meng stretched, shedding the pressure and returning to her natural, youthful self.

"Let's go, back to the main sect. I'm exhausted and want to lie down for a day."

The two left the Second Sect together, piloted the yunchi ship, and headed toward the main hall of the Xuanyin Qin Sect.