Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Not all disciples of immortal cultivation clans are exceptionally talented; some are mediocre to the point of having no talent at all.

At such times, although the clan may give up on cultivating mediocre individuals, the ordinary quota alone is enough to allow clan members without the necessary qualifications to embark on the path to immortality.

However, limited by their talent, at most, mediocre people can only reach the peak of Foundation Establishment by using elixirs, which takes about two hundred years.

This was also the upper limit of Lin Zhiyao's potential.

She might not even reach that level, because she didn't use elixirs to improve her health from a young age.

But Shen Jin was very greedy.

A mere century is hardly enough to quell the insatiable desires in his heart.

For a thousand years, ten thousand years, or even eternity.

*

When Lin Zhiyao woke up, she felt so light that she felt like she was about to float away.

She opened her eyes and saw a carved bed ceiling, with silk curtains hanging low, and a warm, fragrant scent. Even her breathing was much smoother than before, and with each breath, she felt as if she could inhale sweet nectar.

Lin Zhiyao propped herself up on her arms and found that her clothes had been changed. She was wearing an extremely thin red gauze dress that could barely cover anything. Her fair skin was faintly visible under the red gauze, and even her knuckles were smooth and lustrous, like the tender skin of a newborn baby, with a faint pinkish pearly glow.

Lin Zhiyao was somewhat dazed, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the life-sized glass mirror beside the bed, and then she stopped.

The person in the mirror is her, yet she doesn't look like her.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyelashes were thick and curled, her almond-shaped eyes were sparkling, her black hair was draped over her shoulders, and her lips were a natural rosy red, like flower petals just touched by morning dew.

She wore a red gauze nightgown that was as thin as a cicada's wing. The almost transparent material clung to her body, outlining her slender waist and soft curves. A layer of shimmering light fell on her collarbone, as if she were wrapped in a thin layer of red lotus mist.

It's unbelievably beautiful.

Just then, a hand reached out from behind, long, slender fingers gripping her chin and turning her face away.

Shen Jin's face was inches away.

He appeared behind Lin Zhiyao without her noticing. His dark hair was slightly damp, as if he had just taken a bath, and he carried a cool, refreshing fragrance.

Those fox-like eyes looked down at her, their color deep, with a hint of red at the corners. Their gaze lingered on her face, sweeping over it inch by inch, a dark emotion stirring within them.

"You're awake." Shen Jin's voice was deep as he wrapped his arm around Lin Zhiyao's slender waist, pulling her into his embrace. "Madam, I've been waiting for you for so long."

The word "Madam" made Lin Zhiyao's ears burn.

Before she could say anything, Shen Jin lowered his head, his burning lips pressed against her neck, his tongue licking her delicate skin, his breath hot and heavy, stirring a fine shiver.

Lin Zhiyao trembled slightly.

But she didn't struggle; she just instinctively gripped the brocade quilt beneath her, her fingers tightening slightly.

Shen Jin's lips returned to Lin Zhiyao's lips, and he kissed her deeply and fiercely.

In the glass mirror.

Lin Zhiyao sat on the edge of the couch, forced to tilt her head back to endure the pain. The red gauze made her skin appear as white as snow. Shen Jin stood behind her, holding her chin with one hand. His white robe was half open, and his dark hair was scattered on his shoulders. The red and white robes looked like two cranes intertwined and entwined.

The red silk curtains are warm.

*

Cultivators are naturally much stronger than mortals.

For three days and three nights in a row, Lin Zhiyao spent all her time in bed.

He was rarely conscious; most of the time, he was pinned down by Shen Jin, and their traces were everywhere in the hall.

She didn't know how many times she had fainted, but she didn't feel tired at all. Her body seemed to be nourished by spiritual energy. After each time, she not only didn't feel tired, but also had a strange sense of satisfaction. Her skin became more and more radiant, and even her mind became clearer.

It wasn't until the fourth day of continuous work that she finally felt she couldn't take it anymore; her back ached as if it were about to break, and her body was trembling.

"Waaah... Husband... please spare me..." Lin Zhiyao sobbed and begged for mercy, lying on the brocade quilt. "I really can't take it anymore..."

Shen Jin's breathing was heavy. "It's still early, baby."

Lin Zhiyao sobbed, her tears soaking her pillowcase. "Husband, please don't..."

Shen Jin did not answer.

He suddenly picked her up and made her face the bronze mirror beside the bed.

Lin Zhiyao didn't dare to look any longer.

But Shen Jin forced her to do it.

Just then, a sound came from outside.

"elder sister?"

It was Lin Zhiwan's voice.

Lin Zhiyao's body suddenly stiffened, her almond-shaped eyes widened abruptly, and she seemed to be doused with ice water, instantly becoming more alert.

She then remembered that Shen Jin seemed to have told her last night that he would have her younger sister come over this morning.

The only thing separating the two now is a barrier spell.

The barrier can block vision and spiritual energy detection, but it can't block sound. My sister is right outside, separated by a wall. As long as she makes the slightest sound, my sister will hear it.

Lin Zhiyao bit her lip and shook her head, her almond-shaped eyes red and moist. She turned to look at Shen Jin, "No... please don't... Wanwan can't come in now..."

Shen Jin didn't stop, as if he was deliberately trying to force her to speak.

He leaned close to her ear, his tongue tracing the skin of her earlobe, his voice low and husky with a hint of amusement, "Yaoyao, you'd better hold back."

"After all, Yao Yao, you wouldn't want your sister to hear that you're being sexually assaulted by me, would you?"

Lin Zhiyao suddenly covered her mouth, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, and forcefully suppressed the sound that was about to spill out.

A younger sister's voice came from outside: "Sister? Are you awake? I'm coming in!"

Lin Zhiyao was trembling all over, her nails digging into her palms as she desperately tried to hold back her gasps.

I kept praying in my heart.

No! Wanwan, don't come in!

Shen Jin, however, refused to let her off easily.

Lin Zhiyao was almost going crazy.

"Why isn't my sister saying anything?" Lin Zhiwan asked, puzzled. "Aren't you going to come out and see me?"

Lin Zhiyao kept an eye on the sounds outside. At this moment, the maid came in and started talking to Lin Zhiwan.

And inside the barrier...

"Sister? Shall I just come in?" The younger sister's voice drew closer.

Shen Jin, Lin Zhiyao almost cried out, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, tears streaming down her face.

Fortunately, the maid's voice rang out the next moment: "Miss Lin was also injured a few days ago. The Immortal Lord is treating her and cannot be disturbed, so she cannot see you for the time being."

"What?! My sister's injured too?!"

"Don't worry, your sister is under the care of the Immortal Lord and will be fine. She is currently in a state of lucidity but it is inconvenient for her to see people. The Immortal Lord thought that Miss Lin must miss you and be worried about you, so he invited you to come and stay for a few days. You are free to do as you please, as long as you do not disturb the Immortal Lord and Miss Lin."

"Oh, I see. I understand. Then when you get better, I'll definitely be the first one to see you!"

The younger sister nodded understandingly, her voice fading into the distance, "Sister, get well soon!"

The sound completely disappeared.

Quiet returned outside the barrier.

Lin Zhiyao collapsed, gasping for breath, her whole body trembling.

She thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but Shen Jin showed no sign of stopping.

"Your sister is gone," Shen Jin kissed her lips, his voice hoarse, "Now the baby can call out properly."

*

It took another four or five days before Lin Zhiyao was finally "cured".

Shen Jin took pity on her and allowed her to see her sister. Lin Zhiyao changed her clothes and, despite her aching back, went to the side courtyard.

As soon as Lin Zhiwan saw her sister, she rushed over and hugged her, looking up at her with her little face and asking, "Sister, are you feeling better?"

"It's alright." Lin Zhiyao patted her younger sister's head. "Your older sister is fine now."

Lin Zhiwan stared at her face for a long time, then tilted her head and said, "Sister, you seem to have become so much prettier! Your skin is so fair, and your eyes are so bright."

Lin Zhiyao's ears turned slightly red, and she mumbled an "Mmm".

The younger sister didn't ask any more questions, but held her hand and chattered away for a long time.

Lin Zhiyao listened quietly, a faint smile on her lips, occasionally responding with a sound.

After a moment of silence, Lin Zhiwan suddenly quieted down, lowered her head, and clutched the hem of her clothes. After hesitating for a long time, she asked softly, "Sister, how much longer are we going to stay before we leave?"

Lin Zhiyao paused for a moment.

She lowered her eyelashes, placed her hand on her sister's head, and gently stroked it after a moment. "Zhiwan, we won't be leaving for now. This... will be our home from now on."

Lin Zhiwan looked up, blinked, and asked, "Really? Then... will that Immortal Lord treat my sister well?"

Lin Zhiyao smiled and said, "Mmm."

Whether good or bad, she has to adapt to her new life, take her younger sister with her, and be a good role model for her.

Crabapple blossoms fall.

Outside the door, in the shadow of the pillars, a corner of a white robe stirred slightly.

Shen Jin leaned against the outer corridor pillar, his fox-like eyes lowered, the slight curve of his lips almost imperceptible, yet it lingered for a long time.

Yao Yao said she wouldn't leave.

She will stay by his side forever, in his arms, on this Cangwu Mountain, and will never go anywhere else.

He turned and left with his hands behind his back, his robes brushing against the pillars without making a sound.

Satisfied.

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