I let you tame beasts, and you've already formed a contract with your stunningly beautiful mast

Yu Linglong didn't want to listen to Cao Kun's green tea-like nonsense anymore.

She reached out her slender hand and grabbed Cao Kun by the back of his collar.

They headed straight for Lianxiang Peak at an extremely fast speed.

The onlookers below the stage only dared to breathe a sigh of relief after watching the purple light dissipate in the sky.

Everyone is speculating what touching scenes will unfold when the master and apprentice return home.

"This is outrageous! Elder Yu is actually protecting her own to this extent!"

"That kid Cao Kun must have given Elder Yu some kind of spell; I even heard him call Elder Yu 'baby'!"

"Bullshit! That was Cao Kun calling himself 'baby'! But this tea ceremony... it's a disgrace to us male cultivators!"

"Damn, I learned something!"

……

Lianxiang Peak, inner chamber of the main hall.

Cao Kun lay sprawled out on Yu Linglong's private cloud bed.

He casually tossed the bottle of Grade 5 Concentration Pills into the air and caught it steadily.

"Master, your acting skills on stage just now have declined."

Cao Kun smacked his lips.

"Your disciple has built up the atmosphere to that extent, how come you only managed to extort a bottle of Mind-Concentrating Pills?"

"That old man is an elder of the Dan Pavilion, and he is very wealthy."

"We should at least extort three to five Xuan-grade magic artifacts from him, plus 100,000 to 200,000 spirit stones to make it worthwhile."

Cao Kun's tone was full of regret.

Yu Linglong stood by the bed, her chest heaving with anger.

That traitor!

They took advantage of the situation and are now acting innocent.

Do they really think of Golden Core Elders as easy targets?

"What do you know!"

Yu Linglong gave a cold rebuke.

"Do you think Ye Ting's position as an elder of the Pill Pavilion is solely due to his alchemy skills?"

Cao Kun stopped tossing the medicine bottle and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Could it be that he has connections?"

Yu Linglong sneered.

Ye Ting has an older sister.

"His older sister is the cultivation partner of Su Changhe, the current Grand Elder of the Inner Sect!"

"Su Changhe is a genuine early-stage Nascent Soul expert!"

Yu Linglong crossed her arms and looked down at Cao Kun.

"You have publicly crippled the Ye family today."

"Ye Tingming is indeed afraid to touch you because of the sect rules and my intimidation."

"But what about behind the scenes?"

"With just a flick of Su Changhe's finger, you won't even know how you died in this Hehuan Sect!"

Yu Linglong's voice grew louder and louder as she spoke.

She was secretly pleased with herself.

Now you know what fear is, right?

The wrath of a Nascent Soul cultivator is not something a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like yourself can withstand.

Yu Linglong eagerly awaited the sight of Cao Kun turning pale with fright.

She even fantasized that he would crawl on his knees and hug her legs for protection.

Then she can use this as an excuse to give this treacherous disciple who betrayed his master a good talking-to.

To force him to curb his underhanded methods of controlling himself.

Re-establish the supreme authority of the Master!

however.

The script did not develop as Yu Linglong had envisioned.

After hearing these words, Cao Kun showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, he rested his chin on one hand, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

[Early Nascent Soul stage?]

[Inner Sect Elder?]

[This is great! They beat up the younger one, and now the older one comes knocking. These resources are just in time!]

Cao Kun suddenly sat up and grabbed Yu Linglong's fair wrist.

Pull hard.

"oops!"

Caught off guard, Yu Linglong cried out in surprise and fell directly onto Cao Kun's lap.

"You traitor! What are you doing now! How dare you!"

Yu Linglong struggled in terror to get up.

But her taming value of 43 points made her resistance seem hesitant and weak.

Cao Kun wrapped his arms around Yu Linglong's voluptuous waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Oh dear, the Nascent Soul stage is terrifying!"

Cao Kun's tone was exaggerated and lacked sincerity.

"My disciple is only at the late Foundation Establishment stage. If he were to face a Nascent Soul expert, wouldn't he be smashed into mincemeat with a single slap?"

"For the safety of my disciple, and so that I can serve my master day and night..."

Cao Kun's fingers gently caressed Yu Linglong's waist.

"Disciple must improve his strength as soon as possible to protect himself."

"Since Su Changhe is the Grand Elder of the Inner Sect, he must have a lot of resources at his disposal."

"Once my disciple's cultivation level is high enough, we'll kill him, and then all those resources will be ours, master and disciple."

……

But... (disappeared)

As the female disciples of Lianxiang Peak passed by the main hall, they all blushed and quickened their pace.

the other side.

Behind Lianxiang Peak, in the Medicine Garden Pavilion.

Leng Qingyue lay on the wooden bed and slowly opened her eyes.

She tried to move her body slightly.

The soreness still spread throughout my body.

But compared to the fatigue I felt this morning, I've recovered quite a bit now.

At least I can get out of bed and walk around.

Leng Qingyue lifted the blanket.

The purple-gold bell on her fair ankle rang out with a clear, crisp sound.

"Ding-dong—"

Upon hearing the ringtone, Leng Qingyue couldn't help but picture Cao Kun's handsome face.

A blush rose to her cheeks.

[Big liar.]

[It was supposed to be just for preparing and adjusting my condition, but not only did I have to work on it during the day, I also had to continue testing it at night...]

Leng Qingyue shook her head, trying to dispel the images from her mind.

She put on the plain white dress and pushed open the wooden door to the attic.

The sunlight shone on my face.

A gentle breeze swept through the herb garden, bringing with it the delicate fragrance of medicinal herbs.

Leng Qingyue took a deep breath of the fresh air from the back mountain.

Just then.

A red figure leaped down from the treetop on the side of the pavilion.

It landed silently behind Leng Qingyue.

Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around Leng Qingyue's waist from behind.

"Little Qingyue, did you miss me?"

A sweet, charming voice rang in my ears.

Leng Qingyue's body tensed up.

Just as he was about to instinctively retaliate, he recognized that familiar voice.

Her tense nerves relaxed.

"Ru Meng! When did you get back?"

Leng Qingyue turned around.

Looking at the woman in front of me, dressed in a fiery red dress and with a beautiful face.

The person who arrived was none other than Leng Qingyue's only close friend in the Hehuan Sect, and Liu Rumeng, a direct disciple of Baihua Peak.

Liu Rumeng recently accepted a hunting mission from her sect and went to the outskirts of the Ten Thousand Mountains for training.

According to the original plan, I should have been able to return to my ancestral home next month.

"I finished my mission ahead of schedule, so I rushed back to see you."

Liu Rumeng released her grip and walked up to Leng Qingyue.

She put her hands behind her back, circled around Leng Qingyue, and looked her up and down.

"Oh my, my Qingyue has become even more beautiful in just a few months."

Liu Rumeng approached with a grin.

She stretched out her fair, delicate fingers and gently lifted Leng Qingyue's chin.

"Let me see if my aloof fairy has been won over by any blind man lately..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Liu Rumeng's movements suddenly froze, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Instead, a sense of doubt and shock prevailed.

Liu Rumeng twitched her delicate nose.

He moved closer to Leng Qingyue's neck.

He sniffed her hair twice.

Leng Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

She instinctively took half a step back, her voice trembling slightly.

"What...what are you smelling?"

"Tilted Moon".

Liu Rumeng's voice became extremely serious, even carrying a hint of disbelief.

"Why do you smell like a man?"

Leng Qingyue's face flushed instantly, and she nervously twisted her hands together.

"I...I didn't..."

Stop pretending.

Liu Rumeng stepped forward, closing in on Leng Qingyue once again.

"I cultivate the 'Fragrance-Seeking Technique' of Hundred Flowers Peak, which makes me extremely sensitive to scents."

"The pure yang energy emanating from you is frighteningly strong."

"Moreover, the breath is deep and penetrating to the bone marrow."

"It's as if I've been thoroughly marinated inside and out with pure yang energy!"

Just then.

Leng Qingyue took a half step back, and the purple-gold bell on her ankle rang out again with a crisp "ding-dong".

Liu Rumeng glanced at her.

Suddenly, I saw the mysterious anklet artifact.

"Good heavens! They're even wearing this kind of magical artifact?"

"You usually don't let any man get within three feet of you, but now you're doing quite the show!"

Liu Rumeng put her hands on her hips, stared at Leng Qingyue's face which was practically steaming, and grinned mischievously.

"Tell me honestly, how long have you been cultivating together?"