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

Nangong Yue held the spear in one hand, its tip gleaming coldly in the moonlight, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"You run pretty fast."

Nangong Yue slammed her spear to the ground, the butt of the spear striking the bluestone slab with a crisp sound.

"Young Sect Master."

Mu Tianmiao glanced at the two women who had him completely blocked from the front and back, and knew that he couldn't escape today.

He coughed lightly, then, in a fit of desperation, pointed to the stone table in the pavilion.

"Um... then please sit down."

The three sat down around the round table, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The night breeze rustled through the bamboo grove, making the wind chimes hanging from the corner of the pavilion tinkle a few times, which only made the pavilion seem even quieter.

Mu Tianmiao looked at Yun Qingyao on his left and Nangong Yue on his right. Both of them were staring at him without saying a word, and he felt as if two swords were held to his neck.

Nangong Yue broke the silence first. She slammed her hand on the stone table, making the fallen leaves on it jump.

Why are you avoiding me?!

"I didn't."

Mu Tianmiao looked completely innocent, her expression even more pure than that of a newborn spirit beast cub.

Before he could continue to defend himself, his left shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

Yun Qingyao turned to the side and gently rested her head on his shoulder, the movement as natural as if she had done it countless times.

She closed her eyes, her voice three degrees softer than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible weariness.

"Let me lie down for a while, I'll be leaving soon. If my master finds out, you'll be in trouble."

Mu Tianmiao swallowed back all the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

He adjusted his posture slightly to make her more comfortable.

Nangong Yue watched this scene with her arms crossed, silently tapping her fingers twice on her arm. She pouted, turned her head away, and spoke in a sour tone.

"Humph."

Mu Tianmiao felt that if she didn't say something soon, the vinegar smell in the pavilion would make the spirit bamboo in the bamboo forest turn sour.

He coughed lightly, trying to ease the tension.

"This is our Immortal Shadow Sect. If my master finds out I'm fooling around here... he'll probably hang me up and beat me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nangong Yue's eyes lit up.

She took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and was about to shout at the entire Immortal Shadow Sect.

Mu Tianmiao was terrified. He rushed over and slapped her mouth shut.

Nangong Yue's voice was blocked in her throat, leaving only a muffled whimper.

Mu Tianmiao was completely baffled.

Under the continued influence of his romantic luck, he was well aware that these two women had developed considerable affection for him.

Needless to say, Yun Qingyao's heart never wavered after that night.

Although Nangong Yue is never one to mince words, she was the first to recognize him from the crowd on the stage and chase after him faster than anyone else, making her intentions quite obvious.

Logically speaking, being cornered in a pavilion by two stunning beauties would normally make him laugh out loud in his dreams...

But this is the Immortal Shadow Sect!

The master's spies are all over the sect. If you cause any trouble on your own territory and the master finds out, you'll be severely punished!

"My two aunties, please stop messing with me."

He clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Nangong Yue.

"Third Prince, I saved your life, you can't repay kindness with enmity!"

When he covered Nangong Yue's mouth, she struggled a couple of times, but stopped when he said he had saved her life.

Mu Tianmiao tentatively let go of her hand. She didn't shout again, but just hummed and leaned back with her arms crossed.

But his gaze passed over Mu Tianmiao and landed directly on Yun Qingyao behind him.

Yun Qingyao was still leaning on Mu Tianmiao's shoulder, her posture unchanged, but her eyes were already open.

Two gazes collided above Mu Tianmiao's head, and the air seemed to echo with the explosive sounds of sword energy colliding with spear energy on the arena earlier.

Then Yun Qingyao moved.

She reached out and took Mu Tianmiao's arm, pulling it into her embrace as naturally as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

She raised her head, her cool face showing no anger whatsoever. She simply tilted her head slightly and asked in a calm tone.

"Flirting with other women? So you're saying I'm a wildflower?"

Mu Tianmiao quickly waved his hand.

"How could that be? You're my..." He abruptly stopped mid-sentence.

Yun Qingyao, however, gave him no chance to stop. She still held his arm, her face pressed against his shoulder, her voice still in that light and calm tone, but every word precisely blocked his escape route.

"Then I wasn't the first woman? Who was the first? Which one am I? How many Daoist partners do you have?"

Mu Tianmiao's forehead began to sweat.

Yun Qingyao was indeed the second one.

Tang Ruoyin was the first one.

But would he dare say that? If he did, he probably wouldn't be able to leave this pavilion tonight.

Nangong Yue also realized what was happening and stopped watching the show with her arms crossed.

She leaned forward, her eyes slightly narrowed, her tone carrying a sense of unease that you had almost gotten away with it.

"Yeah, how many women do you have? Don't even think about leaving until you tell me."

Mu Tianmiao was completely numb. Yun Qingyao was holding his arm on his left, while Nangong Yue was slamming her hand on the table on his right, demanding an explanation. The two women's gazes felt like four knives pressed against his neck. He opened his mouth, his mind racing, calculating the consequences of telling the truth versus lying.

Just then, a clear, crisp voice pierced the night sky and descended from above.

"Young Sect Master of Immortal Shadow Sect, may Ye Jianling now request a battle?"

Mu Tianmiao suddenly looked up.

Under the moonlight, a figure dressed in black and white stood in mid-air.

Ye Jianling placed one hand on his sword, his gaze piercing through the bamboo forest and locking onto Mu Tianmiao, who was sandwiched between two women in the pavilion.

Her expression remained as cold and aloof as ever, but her tone was many times more polite than during the day…

They even used the word "please".

Mu Tianmiao was almost moved to tears!

For the first time, he found this sword fanatic so adorable!

Chapter 89 My hands are itching to get started!

Mu Tianmiao broke free from Yun Qingyao's arm and sprang up from the stone bench, looking up and waving frantically at Ye Jianling in the sky.

His voice was filled with the ecstatic joy of escaping a desperate situation: "I'm itching for a fight! Come on, come on! This young sect leader wants to have a match with you!"

Ye Jianling stood in mid-air, momentarily stunned.

She looked down at the overly enthusiastic figure in the pavilion, and for a moment she was at a loss for words.

During the day, he made excuses, complaining that her clothes were ugly, having people surround her in the Fairy Robe Pavilion, and finally using the sect's rules to pressure her.

She only used the word "please," and he immediately agreed?

As expected... being polite is definitely the right thing to do!

Nangong Yue and Yun Qingyao exchanged a glance, their eyes conveying the same meaning.

This guy was yelling for help just a moment ago, but now he's running faster than anyone else.

Returning to the martial arts arena, Ye Jianling gracefully descended from the night sky, landing steadily on the largest arena in the very center.

Clad in black robes and a white cloak, with feathers fluttering in the wind, her silver-patterned jade belt gleamed coolly under the lamplight. Her appearance caused a stir among the crowd.

"Ye Jianling! It's Ye Jianling!"

"The chief disciple of Wanren Qianshan, the number one on the Golden Core Ranking, is she really going to participate?"

From the start of the recruitment fair until now, Ye Jianling has been the focus of everyone's attention.

While she was sitting in the audience, people kept peeking at her; when Mu Tianmiao took her to the Immortal Robe Pavilion, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire training ground.

Everyone knew that the number one on the Golden Core Ranking had arrived, and everyone wanted to witness the legendary swordsmanship talent that could break through the protective spiritual shield of a Nascent Soul with a single sword strike.

But she remained seated there, as cold as a jade sculpture, and no one dared to approach her to speak.

Now that she has finally stepped into the ring, the question is, who will be her opponent?

Just as everyone was discussing this, a figure walked over from the edge of the training ground.

The gray robe of a rogue cultivator was casually torn off, revealing the moon-white inner robe of the Immortal Shadow Sect underneath. Half of a silver mask was removed and tossed to a rogue cultivator standing nearby who was staring in disbelief.

Mu Tianmiao stretched his neck and strode towards the arena.

The disciples of the Immortal Shadow Sect were the first to recognize him.

A female disciple screamed, "It's Senior Brother!" and the entire Immortal Shadow Sect's viewing area erupted in cheers.

"Senior Brother is so handsome!"

"Go, Senior Brother! Beat her up... Oh no, I mean, go, Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother, I want to have your babies!"

"Are you crazy! You're trying to steal the sect leader's man?!"

"So what? I'm a boy!"

"Sorry... I didn't realize... but it sounds even more damning..."

The shouts grew louder and louder, mixed with cheers and jeers. Some wanted kisses, some wanted hugs, and it was as lively as Chinese New Year.

On the training ground, Ye Jianling obtained a longsword.

The sword was entirely black, without any patterns or decorations, just like the standard longsword of Wanren Qianshan.

But the moment she gripped the sword, an extremely sharp sword intent suddenly erupted from the blade—sharp, pure, and indestructible!

If Nangong Yue's aura is a raging flame, then Ye Jianling's aura is a needle, a needle that can pierce through everything!

The spiritual light barrier surrounding the arena fluctuated violently due to the sword intent. The disciples closest to the arena involuntarily leaned back, as if afraid of being pierced by that invisible sharpness.

Mu Tianmiao stood at the other end of the arena, flipped his palm, and drew his Flowing Shadow Sword.

The sword's blade was as smooth as water, gleaming with a faint moonlight-like luster in the night.

This sword was my master's sword back then. Although the divine sword intent sealed in the sword was used up in the underground palace, the sword itself is still a first-class divine weapon.

He gripped his sword, his usual nonchalant demeanor vanished, and his aura slowly rose.

Ye Jianling held his longsword horizontally, the tip pointing directly at Mu Tianmiao, his eyes filled with pure and intense fighting spirit.

"We are all sword cultivators, so let's have a decisive battle between sword cultivators. I crave more evenly matched contests, so don't disappoint me!"

Mu Tianmiao shook his head.

He casually twirled the Flowing Shadow Sword in his hand, the sword light drawing a smooth arc in the night, but his tone was not as solemn as Ye Jianling's.

"I can't really be considered a sword cultivator. I mainly cultivate magic... The sword is just a vessel."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Jianling had already moved.

A shockwave erupted from the stone slabs of the arena beneath her feet, and she transformed into a black afterimage, her sword tip piercing the air with an extremely sharp whistling sound.

There was no probing, no feints; this sword strike was pure speed and pure sharpness.

She poured all her power, the strongest among those ranked first on the Golden Core Ranking, into her first strike because she didn't want to waste any time.

Or rather, this is her way of doing things with absolute seriousness.