Mountain and River Festival

Chapter 267 Giving You a Chance to Get Close to Yama
Ye Tinglan felt that he had lost face as a teacher. Why was he so weak?

Once the puppy recovers from its illness, it can be upgraded to a wolf puppy?
In the presence of the Holy Lord, what difference is there between being sick and recovering from an injury?

Lu Xingzhou was happily kissing his older sister's soft, fragrant body when suddenly a powerful force surged through him, and he was pushed onto the stone table behind him, where he plopped down on his bottom.

They tried to struggle, but couldn't move; they were being forcibly controlled.

Ye Tinglan was breathing heavily, her lips still moist from the kiss, making her look even more sexy and alluring.

Lu Xingzhou stared at her with a sullen face as she leaned closer, breathing heavily in her ear and whispering seductively, "You always use this trick on me, why don't you try it yourself?"

Lu Xingzhou really wanted to say that he had already tried it, and that he was only using this to repay the favor because he had been trying this for the past two days.

As it stands, it's still impossible to reverse the Heavenly Gang. This woman may seem gentle, but when she restrains your hands, it's harder than iron hoops; you can't move them at all.

"Behave yourself." The older sister's voice held a threat: "If you move again, I'll hit you."

Lu Xingzhou could only sit motionless on the stone table, feeling both resentful and submissive, letting his older sister suppress him.

Her red lips brushed past her earlobe and neck. Because of the height of the stone table, some parts of her lips almost touched her face, and the delicate fragrance wafted into her nose, creating an immense pressure.

Then he pressed his lips tightly together, a fierce provocation.

Lu Xingzhou responded "passively".

This time, both sides consciously used some dual cultivation techniques, and since Lu Xingzhou's injuries had not fully healed, this was still very effective.

Only after she had played enough did Ye Tinglan release him with satisfaction, taking a small step back to observe the puppy's "pitiful" expression. Despite feeling hot all over herself, she still smiled and patted Lu Xingzhou's cheek: "Good boy~ Treatment is still your top priority right now, don't always think about taking advantage of him."

Lu Xingzhou looked at her irritably, "So you can take advantage of me?"
Eating is one thing, but what's infuriating is that even though my chest feels like it's about to burst, it's always just a tiny bit too tight to actually touch me. Do you know what kind of torture that is?
Ye Tinglan, a seasoned old woman, was perfectly aware of the man's gaze and the meaning behind his desire. Did he really think I was his mother...?

She bit her lower lip, leaning closer seductively, and said, "Qingli's matter requires your thought, not just asking about the past and then acting lewd. If you can find the key point in this matter, then I will..."

Nothing was said, only the magnificent waves seemed to ripple unintentionally.

Lu Xingzhou was dizzy from the shaking: "I want to, I want to, is that not enough?"

With just this one move, how could Yuan Muyu compare to her sister? She was utterly crushed by her raw strength...

"But given the current conditions, there really isn't much to analyze. Even the strength of the Heavenly Yao Holy Lord can't be discerned, and the Heavenly Yao Holy Land's vast intelligence network hasn't been able to obtain any information. So what can I glean from your fragmentary account of the past... The doubts of the Heavenly Yao leadership are also my current concerns."

Seeing Ye Tinglan's dangerous expression, Lu Xingzhou quickly added, "You previously calculated that Qingli's search for her origins was related to this mission. Considering Qingli's own investigation into the ancient proverbs of the Ice Prison Sect, I boldly guess that there is a connection between the two. It's possible that the Ice Prison Sect's goal and Qingli's origins are strongly related."

Ye Tinglan nodded. She had similar suspicions, which was why she hadn't paid much attention to her disciple's affairs before and had even deliberately avoided them. But today she was thinking of contacting him.

Lu Xingzhou said, "Qingli went to see the Ice Prison Sect through Si Han's connections, but the answer she got might not be complete. If we approach the Ice Prison Sect under a different identity, we might get the other half of the answer. Then, with Qingli's help, we might get the complete clue."

Ye Tinglan's expression was strange: "The Hall of Yama?"

"Yes."

"When I said I'd send the Judge, I was joking. Everyone knows the Judge has already left the Underworld. What use would you be?"

"But I also said back then that you are Yuan Muyu now."

"..."

Lu Xingzhou said, “Yuan Muyu always wears a specially made Yama mask, which I am very familiar with and can replicate. If you want to simulate the aura of the Yama King’s techniques, I can also provide references. I guarantee that in other people’s eyes you are Yuan Muyu. The best part is that I’m not sure if Yuan Muyu took off his mask when he allied with the Ice Prison Sect. Normally, to respect his allies and avoid accidental injury in the future, Yuan Muyu would probably show his true face. If he were to ask to remove his mask, it would be difficult for others to impersonate him, but you can.”

"..." Ye Tinglan looked down and couldn't see the toes of the shoes.

Even if other things are one thing, are you sure that's how other people see Yuan Muyu?
"Ahem." Lu Xingzhou said weakly, "Could we tie it up first, and then... add some more illusions? Just this little bit of illusion should be enough to fool you, right?"

Ye Tinglan remained expressionless.

The strongest in the Ice Prison Sect is only at the peak of the first rank, which is qualitatively different from her. Of course, she is confident in using the illusion of turning a large thunderbolt into a small one. Including the simulation of cultivation techniques and temperament, everything is perfectly fine.

The awkward thing is that she only pretends to be Yuan Muyu when she's with her apprentice, which is a way of making excuses. She would never want to play Yuan Muyu in her daily life.
Not to mention that she completely played the part in front of Lu Xingzhou. Yuan Muyu's words about "meal replacement" were a thorn in her side, and now she really used them? Did she really live with him, with Yuan Muyu's identity and image?

But after much thought, Lu Xingzhou's proposal made a lot of sense.

Qingli's visit was through official channels, using Si Han's connections. The only information they could glean was a pre-prepared explanation.

On the other hand, the Yama Palace is being visited by allies of the demonic path, and the significance of this alliance lies in the fact that the Ice Prison Sect hopes the Yama Palace will lend a hand. Naturally, they will reveal the true inside story. Even if they don't tell you everything, there is still a lot of information to refer to.

For the sake of his apprentice, disguising himself as Yuan Muyu might really be the best option.

Ye Tinglan hesitated for a long time, but finally compromised for the sake of her obedient disciple: "Then you make the mask."

Lu Xingzhou then took out two pieces of metal he had collected and began refining them on the spot, refining two pieces.

"Why two?" "Oh, the other one is Ji Wenchuan, the Eastern Ghost Emperor. I have no choice but to be closest to him."

Far away in Xia Prefecture, in a guest room of the Tianxing Sword Sect, Ji Wenchuan sneezed. A'nuo, sitting across from him playing chess, asked curiously, "Uncle Ji, you can still catch a cold even with your cultivation?"

"I've probably been talked about a lot," Ji Wenchuan said. "You wouldn't know unless you came here. The Heavenly Sword Sect sounds like it's doing a lot of great things in all the rumors, but when I actually looked, the whole sect doesn't even have a single second-rank cultivator. They're still fighting a business war with the city's gangs... Hey, who came up with the idea of ​​burning down someone else's money tree in front of their door?"

"Me," Ah Nuo said confidently, "I can also do divination and feng shui!"

"Come on you."

"But the Dongjiang Gang is indeed on its last legs now."

“With that gang’s despicable character, you don’t need to do anything, they’ll be finished sooner or later.” Ji Wenchuan said, “You’re forcing me to stay in this godforsaken, remote county for the sake of this kind of thing? I still have to go back to Miaoyin Mountain.”

Ah Nuo was silent for a moment, then looked at him sympathetically: "Uncle Ji, go back later, I'm doing this for your own good."

As Yuan Muyu's cold gaze swept through his mind, Ji Wenchuan suddenly shivered: "Ha...haha, since it's Xiao Anuo who's keeping guests, Uncle should stay a few more days."

After speaking, she lowered her voice and said, "That Sect Leader Shen Tang, upon hearing that I am Lu Xingzhou's brother, was so polite, it was as if she were meeting her brother-in-law. What exactly is her relationship with Old Lu...?"

He then compared the two fingers together.

Ah Nu sniffed: "Let's play chess, Uncle Ji. This is for your own good."

Lu Xingzhou finished making the mask and handed the one belonging to Yan Jun to Ye Tinglan.

Ye Tinglan tried them on and thought they would be stuffy, but they were actually okay...

The mask naturally possesses a strong concealing effect and carries the aura of a Yama Palace technique. When speaking while wearing it, a metallic tone is added, even altering the voice. Although its quality certainly cannot compare to Yuan Muyu's own genuine items, it is more than enough to deceive unfamiliar outsiders.

Furthermore, wearing a mask seems to have a more pronounced psychological effect than wearing a veil. There's a constant feeling that once you put it on, no one knows who you are. As the dark aura of the mask spreads, thoughts that wouldn't normally arise stir within you.

Ye Tinglan suppressed her emotions, cast a spell on herself, and simulated the aura of a martial arts technique characteristic of the Underworld. Finally, she spun around, mimicking the playful gesture of her younger sister from her memories, and turned to ask Lu Xingzhou, "How does it feel…?"

He didn't even get the word "He" out before it got stuck in his throat.

Lu Xingzhou stared blankly at himself, clearly lost in thought.

"Lu! Xing! Zhou!" Ye Tinglan gritted her teeth. "What are you thinking?"

"Ah, no... I didn't expect that you would simulate the technique so perfectly without me even needing to adjust your own aura..."

Ye Tinglan knew that it was probably not that problem, but she didn't expose him. She said expressionlessly, "Although I haven't personally faced Yuan Muyu in recent years, she has fought against my sect's subordinates many times. I can tell what her cultivation technique is like at a glance... Besides, we are originally from the same source."

“Hmm…” Lu Xingzhou put on the mask that belonged to Ji Wenchuan himself.

His imitation of Ji Wenchuan was far from convincing. Moreover, since the martial arts cultivation method had been abolished, he could only forcibly use the evil magic of the Soul Banner to make himself appear ghostly.

“Anyway, Ji Wenchuan wasn’t the one who contacted the Ice Prison Sect before, so they’re not familiar with each other and there shouldn’t be any problems.” Lu Xingzhou stood up. “Shall we go now?”

"Are you alright now?"

"I'm not fully recovered, but this isn't a fight. With my wife by my side, I feel at ease."

Ye Tinglan glanced at him: "Before you start shouting like that, take off your mask first."

Lu Xingzhou readily removed his mask and grinned, "So, sir, you agree to let me call you 'Madam'?"

"You can say whatever you want, who cares?" Ye Tinglan said irritably, "You really just want to shout it out and then take off your mask?"

“I could have chosen not to wear it. A regular servant would have been fine. I made this just in case.” Lu Xingzhou put away the mask, and the two fell silent for a moment.

That night, after Tinglan disguised herself as Yuan Muyu, the atmosphere became noticeably stranger and more somber.

Both of them felt strange.

When Lu Xingzhou called out "Madam" to Yuan Muyu's appearance, he truly didn't know what to feel.

Ye Tinglan was also wondering if there was less teasing in his voice when he called her "Madam" compared to when he called her that. They had already discussed this matter multiple times, and Lu Xingzhou had repeatedly stated that he had no interest in Yuan Muyu and that she was not a substitute for him. Was it unreasonable for him to keep bringing this up?

Seeing Lu Xingzhou's silence, Ye Tinglan hesitated for a long time before somehow managing to blurt out, "You're always so lecherous and eager to get your hands on me, but now that you have the chance to embrace Yuan Muyu, why are you so hesitant?"

The voice was cold and accusatory, emanating from a metallic, mask-transformed tone, which made Lu Xingzhou even more stunned.

But the light in his heart hadn't died down, and he gave a perfect answer: "What are you saying, Madam... I've already said that Yama and I are in a superior-subordinate relationship. It's precisely because he looks like Yama that I subconsciously avoid him."

Ye Tinglan's expression was hidden behind her mask, but she clearly breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, she smiled and took his arm, saying, "Then I'll give you a chance to get close to Yama. Let's go."

(End of this chapter)