It turns out, they were the main characters.

"Luckily, the spirit body is in the simple-minded Miss Linglong. If it were any of the fish in my pond, there would be serious problems..." Mu Zhian moved his recovered body slightly and sighed inwardly.

Words of power can always be fulfilled in various ways. Even a word of power like "Mu Zhian will be obsessed with me" can take effect, which is enough to imagine just how exaggerated the power of words of power is.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of pattering rain gradually came from outside. Lin Ling frowned slightly, and then, under Mu Zhian's questioning gaze, took out a small notebook: "I don't like rainy days."

"I quite like it. On rainy days, being indoors with a girl and drinking and enjoying the rain together has its own charm," Mu Zhian said.

"Why doesn't Sister Lin Ling like rainy days?" he asked again.

“Nobody comes out when it rains. We couldn’t hear anything when we were in the cave.” She held up her notebook, her expression calm, but Mu Zhian saw a deep sense of loneliness in her eyes.

Even his eyes seemed dull and lifeless.

Mu Zhian suddenly said softly, "Now that I'm with you, let's go outside the palace to enjoy the rain and have a late-night snack."

Lin Ling was stunned for a moment, and her originally lonely and dim eyes instantly brightened, looking at Mu Zhian with a strange light.

……

Spring rain is always like this, continuous and gentle, the raindrops silently soaking the earth.

The sleeping quarters where Mu Zhian lived were located on the north side of the Lan tribe's residence, and they had six stories.

Each floor has an observation deck. When you climb up, you can see parts of the area near the Blue Clan and the faint spiritual energy generated by the disciples of the small sects and factions affiliated with the Blue Clan during their cultivation.

At this moment, in front of the observation deck at the top, Lin Ling sat with her legs turned to the side on the soft mat, shoulder to shoulder with Mu Zhi'an, nestled in his arms.

She wore a snow-white dress that hugged her shapely figure, her bare feet were white, a thin strap of her dress had slipped down, her silver hair was disheveled, and she held a wine glass in her hand.

Her face was much rosier than before, and her usually pure appearance was now tinged with a charming allure. She let Mu Zhian put his arm around her shoulder, clearly still immersed in the joy and intimacy they had just shared.

Mu Zhian, in a sage-like mode, showed no interest in women. He put his arm around Lin Ling's shoulder and gazed at the pitch-black sky outside the hall. Raindrops fell with the wind, and the Blue Clan was silent.

"Do you still think rainy days are bad now?" Mu Zhian wrote in his notebook.

Lin Ling gently shook her head.

"When you're intimate with me, do you still feel uncomfortable or uneasy about anything?" Mu Zhian wrote.

"I wasn't used to it at first, but I gradually got used to it," Lin Ling wrote on the table.

Unlike the illiterate Lin Ling from a few days ago, Miss Linglong is now much more mature and no longer feels the same anticipation and unease she did when she was being intimate with Mu Zhian that night.

"Just a habit, no other feelings?" Mu Zhian picked up his pen and wrote. He didn't want to break the peaceful tranquility. He only wanted to enjoy the beauty in his arms, listen to the rain outside the observation deck, and enjoy this quiet warmth.

The candlelight flickered, and Lin Ling glanced at Mu Zhian, blushing as she gently shook her head.

"I don't feel anything else."

"Heh, that's not what Sister Lin Ling said just now." Mu Zhian teased, pulling her close and feeling the soft, warm body in his arms.

"How did it feel when you were being affectionate with me just now?" he continued to ask.

Lin Ling clearly knew what Mu Zhi'an wanted to hear, and gave him a long, indifferent glance, not wanting to pay any attention.

But then, Mu Zhian suddenly gently pinched her lower back.

Lin Ling's toes curled up slightly in embarrassment, and she blushed as she wrote in her notebook: "Very happy."

Seeing this, Mu Zhian's lips curled up slightly, and he was about to continue teasing her.

Then, she continued writing in her notebook: "I'm very happy to be with you."

Mu Zhian remained silent for a moment, drinking his wine in silence.

Two days ago, I suppressed her karmic fire in the hot spring. It was only after Lin Ling's restraint and half-hearted resistance that I finally managed to complete the task.

Today, it is thanks to both Mu Zhian's initiative and Lin Ling's cooperation.

To be honest, suppressing karmic fire in a hot spring is, purely from a sensory perspective, far inferior to being in bed.

With the resistance of water, it's impossible to feel comfortable.

However, the experience, the different setting, and the psychological satisfaction... although there are obstacles, they are incomparable to what can be experienced in bed.

"Do you think we should write a letter to the sect leader to put her mind at ease?" Mu Zhian suddenly asked.

Lin Ling's visit to him was at Shang Yanfei's secret behest, who hoped he could help Lin Ling suppress her karmic fire.

Shang Yanfei's place is far away from the Lan Clan, and they haven't replied for so long, so it's understandable that the Sect Master is worried.

Lin Ling gently shook her head and wrote in her notebook: "I'm glad you like it, but she probably already knows."

Mu Zhian was taken aback: "You don't mean to tell her that I'll help you, do you?"

Lin Ling shook her head: "She knows you won't refuse me."

“But you’ll refuse…” Mu Zhian couldn’t help but say.

I never thought that even the sect leader could miscalculate... If it weren't for his quick thinking and gradual approach this time, Lin Ling might have really had to go back to her cave to cultivate in seclusion.

If that's the case, we won't be able to see this innocent and adorable spirit dragon lady again for the next thousand years.

Lin Ling hesitated for a moment, then gently tugged at Mu Zhi'an's sleeve, showing him what she had just written: "Actually, I had bad intentions towards you before."

Mu Zhian's mind raced: "The bad intentions you mentioned, are you referring to... eroticism?"

Lin Ling lowered her head and gently pecked her head: "Aaa".

"When did this happen? How come I don't know about it?"

“Every time the karmic fire burns, another voice in my heart tells me to attack you, as if there is another me inside my body.”

Barely suppressing her inner embarrassment, she stretched out her arm, revealing a silver scale on her snow-white wrist, the scale seemingly wreathed in flames.

"This is karmic fire? But I've already suppressed it for you these past few days," Mu Zhi'an asked.

"And during this time, I don't think I've ever seen these scales on your arms."

Lin Ling in her fiery state is indeed completely different from the usual Linglong Miss. If you had to say, the former is more like Lin Ling in her darkened mode.

"The karmic fire won't disappear so quickly. If I use words of power involving cause and effect multiple times, it will reappear. If I want, it will also surface if I slightly activate my spiritual energy," Lin Ling wrote.

"I'm sorry... I thought your karmic fire had completely dissipated."

"It has nothing to do with you. Actually, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to play outside with Mu Lang. I feel so happy to be free."

A blush suddenly rose on Lin Ling's pretty face. She buried her face and gently tapped her notebook.

"And you were happy when you kissed me."

Mu Zhian's heart fluttered. He gently stroked Lin Ling's hair and said softly, "Call me 'Mu Lang' again so I can hear it."

Lin Ling's face flushed red as she wrote in her notebook, "What exactly does the title 'Mu Lang' mean?"

Although she didn't know what it meant, she always felt that Mu Zhian was doing something bad to her.

"It's just a term of endearment for someone of the opposite sex, it doesn't have any special meaning," Mu Zhian coaxed patiently. "If you call it that again, I'll have someone prepare a sumptuous snack for you every day for the next few days."

Lin Ling's beautiful eyes brightened slightly as she looked up at him: "Aaa?"

"Really." Mu Zhian nodded firmly.

"Mu, Mu Lang..."

Mu Zhian was filled with excitement, and his eyes gleamed with inexplicable joy.

For some reason, simply teaching Lin Ling to address herself in this way gave me an indescribable sense of pleasure.

Words of power can come true, but titles don't seem to be affected by them... I think I've discovered a bug in the Words of Power technique.

It's so exciting to be able to get Sister Lin Ling to call out more often...

Lin Ling glanced at Mu Zhian's excited expression with a strange look, seemingly unable to understand why the other party would be excited about a title.

She thought for a moment, then called out again, "...Mulang?"

Mu Zhian stroked her silver hair and said softly, "Sister Lin Ling is so good."

Lin Ling frowned, displeased: "I am the senior."

"Senior Lin Ling is so well-behaved," Mu Zhian said.

Lin Ling puffed out her cheeks and turned her face away, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that he had teased her enough, Mu Zhian was about to offer some words of comfort when Lin Ling seemed to sense something and looked up towards the outside of the hall.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhian asked.

Lin Ling wrote in her notebook: "Someone has sneaked in here...to the east."

As she spoke, she bent down to straighten her dress, then tied the thin ribbon that had fallen to the ground back around her waist, concealing her snow-white skin beneath the white dress.

Mu Zhian said softly, "The east side... if I remember correctly, should be the ancestral land of the Blue Clan. Elders from different factions of the Blue Clan guard it strictly every day. If an outsider were to trespass, they would definitely be detected."

"The elders responsible for guarding the ancestral land tonight failed to notice, allowing the other party to enter the Blue Clan's ancestral land?"

"Is he a bad person?" Lin Ling wrote.

A faint smile appeared on Mu Zhian's face as he said softly, "I don't know."

"But since we've already eaten our fill, let's go and see which guest has visited the Blue Clan's ancestral land so late at night."

Chapter 442 Lin Ling: Mu Lang! 5K

In the dead of night, the rain fell softly.

That evening, Mu Zhian led Lin Ling away from the watchtower and first arrived outside the Blue Clan's sacred land. They circled around a secret manor, and Lin Ling stopped, her gaze falling directly on the ancient sacred mountain not far ahead.

Xianhuang Mountain is known as one of the seven sacred mountains of the Eastern Continent.

Legend has it that the ancestors of the Lan family merged with the earth here and achieved unparalleled enlightenment.

Before her death, she ventured alone into the forbidden land to intimidate ancient creatures, and soon after, she passed away in the Immortal Emperor Mountain, leaving behind her legacy.

From then on, Xianhuang Mountain became the ancestral home of the Lan tribe, and every few years, the Lan tribe would come here to offer sacrifices.

"It is said that the Lan family's ancestor was once an empress. Senior Sister's Heavenly Fate Holy Body is similar to hers, and she can see into the origin of all things. Even Dao Integration experts of the same realm have to give way. Have you ever heard of this, Sister Lin Ling?"

As Mu Zhian walked at the foot of Xianhuang Mountain in the rainy night, he suddenly asked a question.

"She once visited the Liangyi Sect in the past," Lin Ling wrote in her notebook, revealing a little-known secret.

"Did the Lan family ancestor visit the Liangyi Sect before he passed away?"

Mu Zhian asked with interest, "Could it be that they went to see the Sect Master? What did they talk about?"