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

The movement was very light and gentle, like an older sister comforting her younger brother.

"No, see you next time, I need to hurry up."

Before she finished speaking, she leaped high into the air, her black clothes fluttering in the wind, and disappeared beyond the crack in the dome of the underground palace in a few leaps.

All that remained was a ripple of spiritual energy slowly spreading in the air, and the heavy ancient book in Mu Tianmiao's arms.

Lin Yanluo returned, her expression much more relaxed than before; at least she no longer looked like she wanted to devour someone.

She stared in the direction where Guan Jiu'er had disappeared, remaining silent for a long while before speaking softly.

“If that girl is willing to go back, Li Xizhao might have the courage to face the world.”

"The Immortal Shadow Sect is extremely protective of its own, and this is not just empty talk."

"What righteous path and demonic path? They're all utter bullshit!"

"There are many seemingly righteous people in this world, and there are also many treacherous people who steal and cheat. No one should claim to be clean."

She withdrew her gaze and reached out to take the ancient book from Mu Tianmiao's arms.

The cover features four simple, archaic characters.

She flipped through it, raising her eyebrows slightly. She had indeed never heard of this sword technique, but there were countless sword techniques in the world, so it was normal for a body cultivator like her not to have heard of it.

She shoved the manual back into Mu Tianmiao's arms, but instead of pulling her hand away, she placed it on his lower abdomen.

Her palm was pressed against her dantian, her fingers slightly curled up, as if she were sensing something.

"It's all my fault..."

Her voice suddenly lowered.

Mu Tianmiao was taken aback.

"Huh? What's it to you about?"

Lin Yanluo didn't speak, but gently stroked his dantian with her fingers.

Through the fabric, she could clearly sense that the sea of ​​qi, which was originally filled with the spiritual power of a Golden Core cultivator at the Great Perfection stage, had shrunk considerably.

Those several levels of cultivation were simply worn away in that secret realm.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly reddening.

If only she had discovered the problem with the secret realm sooner, if only she had smashed down the door faster, if only she hadn't wasted time outside with those righteous fools...

Small fry wouldn't face that kind of thing alone...

Seeing her remorseful look, Mu Tianmiao's heart softened, and he reached out to pick her up and put her on his neck as usual.

As a result... it didn't budge...

Lin Yanluo stood motionless in place, as steady as a small mountain.

He forgot that Lin Yanluo was a body cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and her physical strength was enough to smash half a mountain with a single blow.

She usually rode on his neck because she deliberately unloaded all her weight, but now she was distracted and forgot to unload, so Mu Tianmiao couldn't even lift her heels off the ground.

The two stared at each other awkwardly for a moment.

Lin Yanluo realized what was happening, her ears turned bright red, and she quickly withdrew all her strength, lightly leaping and landing steadily on Mu Tianmiao's neck.

Her calves swayed against his chest. She reached out and grabbed Mu Tianmiao's ear, her voice returning to its usual arrogant, girlish tone.

"Let's go! Let's go back and refine our bodies!"

Chapter Sixty-Nine: Senior Brother Professes His Love to the Sect Master, We're Optimistic About You!

A few days later, Guan Jiu'er's name caused a sensation throughout the entire wilderness.

The mischievous witch Guan Jiu'er first deceived the Immortal Shadow Sect by spreading false information about the secret realm, and then harmed various forces.

Thousands of cultivators died because of her, and she even retaliated against the sect that raised them.

The news spread faster than a plague; restaurants, teahouses, markets, and boats everywhere were cursing her as an ingrate.

The female disciples in the Immortal Shadow Sect who were unaware of the situation were also indignant. Some said that the sect had raised her for decades, and she turned around and stabbed the sect in the back.

Some say it's fortunate that she's no longer a member of the Immortal Shadow Sect, otherwise the sect would have been utterly disgraced by her.

Every time Mu Tianmiao heard these words, she would silently walk away.

Inside the bedchamber, Li Xizhao leaned against a soft couch, holding a pot of spirit wine in his hand, drinking it in a sullen mood.

Mu Tianmiao sat beside him, wanting to offer comfort but unsure how to begin.

He rarely saw his master like this... It wasn't anger or irritability, but a weariness and sadness that emanated from his very bones.

His favorite disciple became the enemy of the entire world, and was cursed by everyone.

But she also knew that the girl had deliberately made herself look like this in order to take all the blame.

Then the second disciple went out and lost a lot of his cultivation, falling from the Great Perfection of Golden Core back to the Middle Stage of Golden Core.

If her foundation hadn't been solid and undamaged, she probably wouldn't even be in the mood to sit here and drink.

The Mingming Sect made a fortune this time, with its warehouses overflowing with spiritual plants, fruits, and seeds.

More than a hundred thousand-year-old cicadas...

Chen Zisu even wished she could move to the spirit field to live...

But Li Xizhao just couldn't muster the energy.

She took another swig of wine, tossed the empty wine jug aside, and reached for the new jug on the table...

Li Xizhao is at the Nascent Soul stage.

Once you reach this level, when you don't want to get drunk, drinking the spirit wine is no different from drinking water.

The alcohol was completely broken down by the spiritual energy before it even had a chance to take effect.

Trying to drown one's sorrows in alcohol is a pipe dream.

The main problem is that she doesn't dare get drunk; this guy will definitely take advantage of her being drunk and drag her into the bedroom...

Without batting an eye, she poured pot after pot into her mouth, finishing one pot only to pick up another from the table, her posture as bold as if she were drinking water.

Mu Tianmiao, watching from the side, couldn't help but speak up.

"Master, how about you beat me up to ease the tension?"

Li Xizhao glared at him, then slammed the wine pot down on the table, the bottom of the pot hitting the table with a dull thud.

"How dare you say that! You!"

Halfway through her sentence, seeing his cheeky, begging-to-be-beaten-looking face, she suddenly deflated and leaned back into the soft couch.

Cultivating immortality is so much simpler; you don't have to worry about all this nonsense.

Unfortunately, there are no immortals to cultivate with now, and there is no way forward. He is trapped at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, unable to go up or down.

His eldest disciple had become an enemy of the entire realm, and his second disciple's cultivation had dropped significantly. As the master, there was nothing he could do.

Mu Tianmiao took the opportunity to move closer, opened his arms, and pulled her into his embrace.

Li Xizhao knew what he was planning to do next...

This guy always does this when he sees she's in a bad mood. After hugging her, he wants to kiss her, and after kissing her, his hands start to wander.

But she was too lazy to care today, not even bothering to push her.

Mu Tianmiao's lips pressed against her earlobe, gently biting it, his warm breath spraying behind her ear.

Li Xizhao leaned against his disciple's chest and let out a long sigh.

"What sins have I committed? My eldest disciple cannot understand human language, and my second disciple has betrayed his master and ancestors."

Mu Tianmiao loosened his earlobe and protested righteously.

"I did not betray my master! My loyalty to my master is as pure as heaven and earth, as clear as the sun and moon!"

Li Xizhao chuckled twice, amused by his righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor.

"Yes, yes, you didn't betray your master. At most, you're just a disobedient disciple."

She turned her head to the side, glancing at him with a hint of mischief in her voice.

"What's wrong? Have you been dreaming about going to Wushan with your master lately?"

Mu Tianmiao chuckled, his skin as thick as a city wall.

"Yes! Let me tell you the details..."

The next second, he was sent flying, kicked precisely out of the bedroom door.

It traced a familiar parabola in the air and then splashed into the pool of spiritual spring outside.

For the past two days, Mu Tianmiao has been staying in Li Xizhao's bedroom, serving tea and water, massaging his shoulders, enduring beatings, scoldings, and flying kicks, finally managing to lift his master's mood from the bottom to the middle.

That day, he finally left his bedchamber, intending to go to the weapon-refining pavilion to check on Lin Yanluo's progress in body refining, and also to take a walk around the sect and breathe some fresh air.

As he walked along the mountain path, he sensed that something was amiss.

The female disciples passing by secretly watched him, and after they finished watching, they huddled together, whispering and giggling while covering their mouths.

He went to the Spirit Beast Garden, and the female disciple in charge of feeding the beasts looked at him and smiled.

He went to the Pill Pavilion to get medicine, and several junior sisters who were sorting medicinal herbs exchanged winks and glances as soon as they saw him come in.

Mu Tianmiao endured for more than ten minutes before finally losing her temper.

He strode up to the group of female disciples who were pointing and whispering at him, and asked helplessly.

What are you all laughing at?

A bold female disciple covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Senior brother is truly brave, daring to like the sect leader."

Mu Tianmiao was stunned.

No, isn't this already common knowledge?

He only engaged in those little schemes with his master in private; at most, he was seen flying a few times in the air when his master kicked him out of the bedroom, which was then seen by passing disciples.

But it shouldn't have spread this fast...

The other female disciple, seeing his bewildered expression, laughed so hard she slapped her thigh.

"My senior brother doesn't dare say it out loud yet, so he writes it in the book: 'Little Dragon Girl and Yang Guo, master and disciple, are in love.'"

"We were so touched! We all cried while watching it! Keep it up, senior! We're rooting for you!"

Mu Tianmiao's expression was as if she had been struck by lightning. She froze on the spot, her mouth opened and closed, and it took her a long time to finally squeeze out a sentence.

"Where has this news reached...?"

The female disciple laughed even harder, and several of her fellow disciples joined in, chiming in with their own comments.

"Senior brother, you probably don't know yet, but you're a celebrity now! Everyone in the capital of Zhongzhou is talking about your story!"

"The talented senior disciple writes a book to express his love for the sect leader; the tragic love between master and disciple is truly moving!"

Mu Tianmiao was completely dumbfounded.

In the capital city of Zhongzhou, thousands of miles away, lies the imperial court of Emperor Hao.

The Third Prince, Nangong Yue, sat in his bedchamber, with a well-worn copy of The Return of the Condor Heroes lying open beside him.

She had finished reading The Legend of the Condor Heroes these past few days and was still not satisfied, so she asked someone to buy this sequel from the Zhongzhou Market at a high price. She was originally looking forward to seeing what happened to Guo Jing and Huang Rong later, but when she opened it...

The main character has been changed?

Is it a tragic love story between a one-armed man and his master?

Xiaolongnu and Yang Guo, master and disciple, loved each other to the point of life and death; one jumped into the Valley of Heartbreak, and the other waited for sixteen years?

The more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong...

The author of the book, like the male protagonist, is a disciple who is in love with his master.

This is no coincidence; it's clearly a way of expressing his feelings from afar through writing a book.

So, it wasn't enough that he was flirting with that woman from the Qingyun Sect in the secret realm; he also had a master at home whom he couldn't forget.