Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Qin Shuxin blinked, her tone as calm as if she were reporting on the progress of the formation.

"I didn't show it to anyone. The sect leader took it from my desk when he came to the Formation Pavilion to find me."

"She said she wanted to see what book had captivated me, and then she didn't return it to me."

Mu Tianmiao was taken aback. So, the whole sect's signature craze was all caused by his master?

Before he could ask any further questions, Qin Shuxin had already walked back to the desk.

"I've finished reading it."

She spoke in the same monotone tone, but her next sentence completely stunned Mu Tianmiao.

"What about the next one?"

Mu Tianmiao casually copied a copy of The Legend of the Condor Heroes to deal with Qin Shuxin.

As a result, not only did the master take a look at it, but he also made hundreds of copies, stamped them with the Immortal Shadow Sect's mark, and distributed them throughout the entire sect...

This has thrust him, the author, into the eye of the storm...

Damn it, thank goodness there's no copyright law in the Eight Desolations World, otherwise his plagiarism charge would have been proven long ago, and he wouldn't even have a defense lawyer...

Despite her thoughts, Qin Shuxin eagerly awaited the next development.

Without much thought, he directly wrote a sequel to The Legend of the Condor Heroes.

He used his spiritual power to inscribe the contents into a blank book and handed it to Qin Shuxin.

Qin Shuxin gently took the book, glanced at the cover, nodded, then sat back down at her desk, opened the first page, and became completely engrossed in it.

Looking at her focused expression, Mu Tianmiao knew that she wouldn't be leaving the Array Pavilion for at least the next day or two.

Without disturbing him, he turned and headed towards his master's bedroom.

Qin Shuxin waited until his footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the stairs before slowly raising her hand to pick up the lock of hair that Mu Tianmiao had personally tied. The ribbon bow he had made was still tied in the bun. She held it to her face, gently bringing her nose close to the strands—the scent of Mu Tianmiao's fingertips lingered there, faint, mixed with the bitter aroma of herbs from the medicine pot and a trace of his own body warmth. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her whole body trembling slightly. Her empty eyes widened imperceptibly for a moment, and when she opened them again, her usually fair ears were subtly flushed. She didn't know why she did it; she just thought it smelled good and wanted to smell it again.

Mu Tianmiao arrived at her master's bedroom, where Li Xizhao was leaning against a soft couch looking at the latest revenue ledger, clearly in a very good mood.

Seeing him come in, she put down the account book and watched with great interest his accusing expression.

"Master, why did you print so many copies of that book and distribute them everywhere? The whole sect came to ask me for autographs, and I almost got stuck in the square and couldn't get back."

Li Xizhao remained expressionless, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spoke casually.

"I'm wrong for making you famous? This is a treatment that others would kill for, and you're blaming me for it."

Mu Tianmiao opened her mouth, but was speechless.

The master was indeed not wrong; what was wrong with making his beloved disciple famous?

To outsiders, this was an immense favor.

But he was inwardly groaning...

There's an end to copying books. After The Legend of the Condor Heroes, there's The Return of the Condor Heroes, and after The Return of the Condor Heroes, there's The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. But one day, it will all be finished...

Even worse, if someone were to come and discuss the plot of The Legend of the Condor Heroes with him, ask him about his creative insights, or ask him to analyze the story he wrote, then he would be completely finished!

As a mere porter, he had no understanding whatsoever. He couldn't very well tell people, "Ah, actually, this book wasn't written by me; it was written by someone from our world named Jin Yong."

It was written by an old gentleman!

Chapter Thirty-One: What Does It Taste Like?

Mu Tianmiao was frowning and thinking about how to explain to his master that there was no end to copying books, when Li Xizhao suddenly put down his teacup and asked with great interest.

Is there any sequel to that book?

Mu Tianmiao instinctively wanted to say yes, but then he suddenly paused.

"Yes, it exists, but..."

Mu Tianmiao was speaking when he suddenly jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the hall!

The sword light beneath his feet hadn't even fully illuminated before he stomped it out, and he immediately used the physical speed that Lin Yanluo had specially trained him to have!

They sped towards the Array Pavilion, leaping across rooftops and scaling walls!

Li Xizhao held her teacup, watching his back disappear into the distance beyond the Flowing Spring Stone Bridge, and blinked inexplicably.

"What's wrong with you? You always stop halfway through your sentence."

She lowered her head, took another sip of tea, and, too lazy to pursue the matter, picked up the revenue ledger again.

Of course Mu Tianmiao wanted to come!

The Return of the Condor Heroes exists, but he just gave the book directly to Qin Shuxin!

He suddenly remembered the plot of The Return of the Condor Heroes!

Little Dragon Girl loses her virginity!

If Qin Shuxin, that naive and innocent girl, saw the scene where Xiaolongnu was defiled by Yin Zhiping, would she think it was a very casual thing to do?

Would you think this is just normal sex between men and women?

Will they think I'm a pervert?

Mu Tianmiao shivered! He sped up!

Qin Shuxin was reading the part where Xiaolongnu appeared when the book in her hand suddenly disappeared.

She raised her head, looking at Mu Tianmiao expressionlessly, with a very subtle hint of confusion in her eyes.

"Wait a minute, this is written incorrectly, let me correct it."

Mu Tianmiao didn't bother to explain. He directly channeled his spiritual power into the pages of the book, found the section about Yin Zhiping, and with a thought, erased all the words and rewrote it.

In his version, there is nothing tainted; the relationship between Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo is pure and clean, without that sullen stain that makes people feel uncomfortable.

He quickly finished revising it, then flipped to the next few pages and corrected all the relevant plot points.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he closed the book and put it back in Qin Shuxin's hands.

Qin Shuxin looked down at the revised book in her hand, then looked up at Mu Tianmiao, her expression remaining calm and composed.

She didn't ask why, nor did she inquire about what had been changed. She simply turned back the page, found the place where she had been interrupted, and continued reading.

Mu Tianmiao stood to the side, catching her breath, thinking to herself that she was lucky to have made it in time.

Qin Shuxin gave him a strange look, then continued reading...

"It's alright, Elder Qin, I'll be going now."

Qin Shuxin tilted her head and watched him slowly walk away...

"Hmm~ That's weird~"

A few days later, Mu Tianmiao was soaking in the medicine pot in the backyard of the weapon refining pavilion, and he could now watch Lin Yanluo throw all kinds of poisonous insects and herbs into the pot without changing his expression.

From initially screaming in pain to now at most just frowning, the progress is remarkable.

He even had the leisure to reach out and poke a dark green toad floating on the liquid next to him.

The toad rolled its eyes, belly up, not quite dead yet.

Lin Yanluo squatted next to the medicine pot, stirring it with a small stick in her hand, and suddenly sniffed.

She tossed the stick aside and brought it close to Mu Tianmiao's head, like a kitten that had smelled fish.

She followed the scent along his neck to his shoulders, and then from his shoulders to behind his ears, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

"You little fish, do you even know you smell bad?"

Mu Tianmiao felt an itch on her neck from the close-up of her nose and instinctively shrank back.

"It must smell like medicine. You put so many random things into the pot every day, it would be strange if it didn't smell."

"It doesn't smell like medicine."

Lin Yanluo leaned closer and sniffed, almost touching his skin.

“I used dozens of medicinal herbs and monster blood, which should have masked all the smells, but I just can’t suppress yours.”

"That's strange, what's that smell..."

She sniffed for a while but couldn't figure it out, so she had to go back and squat down next to the medicine pot again, her face full of confusion.

What she didn't know was that the smell she inexplicably liked was actually the combined effect of liquid erosion and the Peach Blossom Luck MOD.

Every drop of sweat from Mu Tianmiao's body has a special attraction for women.

He had been sweating profusely by the medicine pot these past few days, and that aura had long since seeped into the medicinal liquid. No matter how many herbs or magical beasts he used, his blood pressure couldn't be suppressed.

Mu Tianmiao knew what was going on, but he didn't intend to explain. He just chuckled and pointed to himself with his thumb.

"It must be my personal charm."

Lin Yanlu rolled her eyes at him, picked up a small stick, and tapped him on the head.

Mu Tianmiao covered his head and chuckled dryly, but his mind was already preoccupied with something else.

He's had his new mod, "Stargazer," for several days now, but hasn't used it even once.

You can mark things up at any time, but who will use them?

His master was at the Nascent Soul stage, and his senses were too sharp. If she discovered him, he was afraid he would be beaten to a pulp.

Lin Yanluo isn't safe either. Reaching the ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage is no joke, and besides, being with her every day carries a high risk of being discovered.

After much thought, Tang Ruoyin is still the most suitable candidate.

Elder Danfang has been so busy these past few days that he was distracted when he saw him, so his guard must have been low.

"Elder Lin, am I free to move around before this afternoon?"

Mu Tianmiao clung to the edge of the medicine pot, revealing a fawning smile.

Lin Yanluo would never admit that she felt even a little bit uncomfortable.

She couldn't quite put her finger on where this sour feeling came from.

The moment this kid mentioned he was going to see Tang Ruoyin that afternoon, she felt a tightness in her chest, as if a wad of cotton was stuck in her throat, something she couldn't spit out or swallow.

She's a ninth-level Nascent Soul cultivator and a genius at weapon crafting. How could she be unhappy just because some nobody wants to see another woman?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

So she vented all her anger on Mu Tianmiao!

He raised his hand and slapped him hard across the forehead with a loud crack, causing him to sink a bit deeper into the medicine pot.

You are free to do as you please this afternoon.

Lin Yanluo withdrew her hand, her tone stiff, as if she were reading a verdict.

"After all, I can't just watch you, a nobody, do nothing all day, but..."

She pulled a gourd from her storage ring, uncorked it, grabbed Mu Tianmiao's wrist, turned it over, and with a swift motion, slashed a small gash on his index finger.

The wound wasn't deep, but blood immediately gushed out, dripping from the fingertip into the gourd.

She held his fingers to the mouth of the gourd, her eyes fixed on the bright red liquid slowly flowing into it.

The blood was a perfect color, with a faint golden hue, the result of her using various poisonous insects and potent medicines to refine it over the past few days.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Lin Yanluo's First Taste

As Lin Yanluo watched, her eyes suddenly became somewhat dazed.

For some reason, staring at the small cut and the constantly gushing blood, she had a strange thought... she wanted to take a sip!

I'm not taking it to make medicine, nor for research; I just want to put it on my tongue, savor it repeatedly, smear his blood all over my mouth, and then chew it over and over again.

What does his blood taste like?

Could it be that, like the aura about him that she inexplicably liked, it was captivating?

"Hey, hey, hey, it's overflowing! It's overflowing!"

Mu Tianmiao's voice abruptly pulled her out of her daze.

Lin Yanluo looked down and saw that blood foam was overflowing from the mouth of the gourd, dripping onto the ground along her fingers.