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

"How could you say such shameless things..."

Mu Tianmiao froze.

Under the moonlight, a pale figure gracefully descended from the eaves above the pavilion.

Li Xizhao was sitting there at some point, legs crossed, one hand supporting her chin, a half-smile on her stunningly beautiful face.

Her gaze swept over Mu Tianmiao's bare upper body, then across Nangong Yue's slightly flushed cheeks, and finally landed on Ye Jianling's hands, which were still resting on the sword hilt.

The corners of his mouth curved even more, which made all the hairs on Mu Tianmiao's back stand on end.

The moment Li Xizhao landed, Nangong Yue and Ye Jianling simultaneously felt an extremely terrifying pressure descend from the sky.

The oppressive feeling wasn't directed at them; it was just the natural aura of the Nascent Soul stage that Li Xizhao exuded that made the two Golden Core stage prodigies hold their breath for a moment.

It felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on my shoulders, and I didn't dare to move a finger.

Fortunately, the oppressive aura dissipated quickly. Li Xizhao withdrew his aura, as if he had merely glanced at them casually, and everything returned to normal.

But a thin layer of sweat had already seeped out from Nangong Yue's back, and Ye Jianling's fingers on the hilt of the sword tightened unconsciously.

She finally understood why her master, Chu Cheng, always spoke with a slightly different tone when mentioning the sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect.

Li Xizhao landed next to Mu Tianmiao, half a head shorter than him, but his aura completely overwhelmed him.

She turned her head and looked at her disciple, who was shirtless, had just finished fighting in the arena, and still had sword marks on his body, with a half-smile on her face. Her tone was three parts teasing and seven parts nonchalant.

"What, had enough fun today? You even lost the competition? You really made me proud!"

Li Xizhao shook his head, his tone full of regret and disappointment.

"Back then, I won all the way to the Nascent Soul stage, and I was never defeated among those of the same level."

"And you, in front of the entire sect, lost to someone from Ten Thousand Mountains..."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, glanced at Ye Jianling, then looked away, clicking her tongue twice.

"Looks like I'll have to punish you properly."

Mu Tianmiao's expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Li Xizhao stretched out a slender finger and hooked it around the back of his collar.

He couldn't possibly break free from the strength of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He was lifted up like a cat being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, his feet off the ground, and his pleas for mercy drifted further and further away in the night wind.

"Master, please spare my life..."

Li Xizhao ignored him, her moon-white dress fluttering in the night wind as she rose into the air, carrying her disciple as she flew towards the main peak of the sect.

Inside the pavilion, Nangong Yue and Ye Jianling looked at each other in bewilderment.

One was confessing his feelings when his master took the girl away halfway through.

The two stood under the moonlight, neither knowing what to say for a moment.

Finally, they bowed to each other and left together...

Is there a problem with Chapter Ninety-Three?

Mu Tianmiao was carried all the way back to Li Xizhao's bedroom, the wind whistling in her ears.

By the time he realized what was happening, it had already been carelessly placed on the carpet in the main hall of the bedroom.

He stood amidst the elegant sandalwood fragrance of the room, feeling out of place.

Li Xizhao loosened his collar, walked to the soft couch by the window, sat down, crossed his legs, propped his chin on one hand, and glanced at him sideways.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her profile, which appeared cool and elegant, but the expression in her eyes clearly wasn't genuine anger.

It was more like a mixture of disdain and a touch of amusement.

"You represent the face of the Immortal Shadow Sect."

She spoke, her tone as if she were scolding a disobedient pet.

"Losing in the competition doesn't matter. There are wins and losses in sparring among people of the same level. Master doesn't care about that."

"but……"

She paused, then pointed her index finger at his chest.

"Don't announce to the world that you're a lecher, okay? People who don't know better will think you've defected from the Joyful Union Sect..."

"Why do you have to flirt with every pretty female cultivator you see?"

Mu Tianmiao stood on the carpet in the main hall of the bedroom, shirtless with a few tattered pieces of cloth hanging from his waist. He was about to say something in his defense, but Li Xizhao did not give him the chance.

She shifted to a more comfortable position on the soft couch, twirling a strand of her hair with her fingers, speaking casually as if she were discussing the moonlight that night.

"Didn't you just have an affair with Lin Yanluo?"

She raised her eyelids slightly, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"What's wrong? Is Lin Yanluo ignoring you?"

Mu Tianmiao froze on the spot as if she had been frozen in place.

He thought that only he and Lin Yanluo knew about Lin Yanluo offering up her Yin essence from her Nascent Soul stage to help him recover his cultivation.

He stared wide-eyed at his master, his mind racing, but he just couldn't figure out how his master knew.

"Elder Lin Yanluo..."

He spoke with difficulty, trying to change the subject.

"Weren't we working with Elder Chen Zisu on the Millennium Cicada...?"

Seeing his guilty look, Li Xizhao's smile deepened.

Without realizing it, I recalled the scene of Mu Kongyun and her exchanging insults earlier...

This guy messed with someone else's former holy maiden!

That was so satisfying!

She tilted her head slightly, her black hair slipping down her shoulders, her tone still languid with a hint of playfulness.

"What, shameless you, aren't you planning to take Chen Zisu down with you? Chen Zisu is a virgin too~"

Mu Tianmiao scratched her nose, her gaze drifting to the moon outside the window, her voice muffled: "It's not like I haven't thought about it..."

Li Xizhao rolled her eyes.

That eye roll was executed with exceptional skill, conveying both contempt and the elegance of a Nascent Soul Sect Master.

A storage ring on her finger flashed, and a brand-new moon-white inner robe, along with an outer silver gauze gown, appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Chao Mutianmiao sprang to his feet, and his clothes were automatically put on.

Mu Tianmiao looked down at her new clothes that fit her perfectly, chuckled, and stepped closer to Li Xizhao, wanting to snuggle up to her and act cute as usual.

"Hey! Stop!"

Li Xizhao stretched out a finger and tapped his forehead from a distance, pinning him to the spot.

She glanced at him sideways, a half-smile playing on her lips.

"I've been too lenient with you lately, so I won't give you a chance to cause trouble."

Mu Tianmiao stood there dejectedly, unsure whether to move forward or retreat.

Li Xizhao withdrew her finger, took out another pill from her storage ring, and casually flicked it at him.

The pill was pure white, with faint golden patterns flowing across its surface; it was clearly no ordinary item. Mu Tianmiao quickly caught it, feeling a warm sensation in her palm.

"With this pill, I can advance to the Nascent Soul stage at any time, right?"

Li Xizhao's tone returned to its usual calmness, but his gaze held a more serious expression.

"After the recruitment ceremony, you'll advance to the Nascent Soul stage in front of all the disciples. That would be good publicity for the sect. Can you do that?"

Mu Tianmiao put the pills into her storage bag, looked up, and her face returned to its usual playful expression.

"There's definitely no problem, but Master..."

He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling.

Is there a reward?

Li Xizhao beckoned with his finger.

The movement was light and slow, the fingertips slightly bent in the moonlight.

Coupled with the subtle smile on her stunningly beautiful face, her charm was incredibly potent.

Mu Tianmiao's eyes lit up, and she walked forward with a grin.

He took small steps, but moved very quickly, reaching the soft couch in just a few steps.

My mind is already debating whether to snuggle up for a hug or ask for a kiss.

Then he flew away.

Li Xizhao's hand lightly slapped his chest, but the force was as great as being hit head-on by an ancient beast!

Mu Tianmiao transformed into a parabola, flying out of the bedroom door, skimming over the spiritual flowers and herbs in the courtyard, and tumbling several times in the air.

Finally, it landed precisely in the bamboo grove outside the courtyard.

With a clattering sound, several bamboo stalks fell to the ground, startling a nest of sparrows that were roosting there at night.

Li Xizhao withdrew his hand, smoothed the wrinkles in his cuffs, and said in a calm tone as if nothing had happened: "This is the reward."

Nangong Yue sat cross-legged in the room, but she wasn't actually meditating.

With her eyes closed, her mind kept replaying Mu Tianmiao's twisted words from the pavilion.

They spoke sincerely, but it's infuriating no matter how you look at it.

A knocking sound suddenly rang out.

She didn't open her eyes, but frowned. Just as she was about to ask who it was, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Third sister, it's me."

Nangong Yue opened her eyes.

She had heard her elder brother Nangong Jing's voice since she was a child, so she couldn't be wrong.

But why was her elder brother looking for her at this hour? She got up, straightened her clothes, walked to the door, and opened it.

Nangong Jing stood outside the door in a bright yellow brocade robe, a gentle smile on his lips, and a food box in his hand.

He glanced at Nangong Yue, and seeing that her expression was normal, he smiled and walked in.

Nangong Jing placed the food box on the table, opened the lid, and inside were the osmanthus candied fruits that Nangong Yue loved to eat when she was a child. Each one was coated with golden sugar frosting and had a sweet and fragrant aroma.

He sat down at the table and pushed the food box towards Nangong Yue, the movement as natural as if he had done it countless times.

Among the many princes of the Imperial Court, he and Nangong Yue were born of the same mother and were close since childhood.

While other princes were busy vying for power, his greatest pleasure was bringing delicious treats to his little sister.

Even though Nangong Yue is now a renowned expert among the top three on the Eight Desolations Golden Core Ranking, in his eyes she is still that little girl who would smile with her eyes crinkling over a box of candied fruit.

Nangong Yue sat cross-legged on the bed, glanced at the box of candied fruit, and said expressionlessly.

I'm not in the mood to eat.

Nangong Jing raised an eyebrow.

His younger sister has always been carefree; even if the sky were to fall, she'd eat a couple of chicken legs first. For her to be so affected that she loses her appetite, the matter must be quite serious.

He picked up a candied fruit, popped it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"What's wrong? Didn't you meet your sweetheart? You still haven't told me who your sweetheart is. Let me go and check it out for you."

Chapter Ninety-Four: I Just Like Him!

Nangong Yue angrily repeated Mu Tianmiao's words from the pavilion verbatim.

Not a single word was missed, and even Mu Tianmiao's tone and expression at the time were imitated perfectly.

After hearing this, Nangong Jing paused in mid-air with the candied fruit in his hand, stunned for a long while, before sighing sincerely.

"This is truly a talent..."