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

Nangong Yue's eyes widened, and she grabbed a candied fruit and threw it at him.

"Brother! You're still siding with him?"

Nangong Jingwen caught the candied fruit, put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly and deliberately, and then spoke.

“I’m not saying this because I’m on his side. It’s just that what he said does make some sense. The fact that he’s unwilling to give up his other female friends for you shows that he doesn’t want to let those women down either.”

"From another perspective, it can be considered as showing loyalty and righteousness."

He paused, looked into Nangong Yue's eyes, and spoke in a gentle yet direct tone.

"But then again, if you can't accept sharing a Daoist partner with other women, then you might as well just stop contacting him altogether."

"I don't recommend you be with someone like that."

Seeing her conflicted expression, Nangong Jing didn't say anything more. He reached out and ruffled Nangong Yue's hair.

Just like when she was a child and he was always unhappy, he stood up and pushed the food box towards her again.

"Take your time to think about it, no rush."

"No matter what you decide in the end, I'll stand by you."

Nangong Yue looked down at the box of candied fruit, took one and popped it into her mouth, puffing out her cheeks as she chewed it a couple of times.

Then he leaned back and fell onto the bed, letting out a muffled sigh.

"I still like him..."

She stared at the bed canopy, her voice muffled, as if she were confiding in a sweet osmanthus candy.

"This is the first time I've ever liked a boy!"

Nangong Jing had already reached the door when he suddenly remembered something, turned around, leaned against the door frame, and asked with a curious expression.

"By the way, could you tell me who that person is? I've heard that many of the male disciples of the Immortal Shadow Sect are misogynistic and gay... Are there really any talented young men here?"

His words were not unfounded.

The Immortal Shadow Sect has always had a reputation that is both righteous and evil in the Eight Desolations, and female disciples make up the vast majority of its members.

The few male disciples were either ascetic practitioners who abstained from women, or simply had no interest in women at all.

Along the way, the male cultivators of the Immortal Shadow Sect he encountered either avoided women or acted intimately with their fellow disciples, their arms around each other's shoulders.

He simply couldn't fathom how his proud and arrogant third sister could possibly have taken a liking to anyone in a place like this.

Nangong Yue took a bite of half a candied fruit, her cheeks puffed out, and mumbled a few words.

"It is the young sect master of the Immortal Shadow Sect."

Nangong Jing felt a lump in his throat and coughed violently.

He held onto the door frame with one hand and pounded his chest with the other, coughing for a while before he recovered. When he looked up, his face was flushed.

"That Mu Tianmiao who even confessed his feelings to his own master?"

His voice rose several octaves, shattering his previous gentle composure.

"Why?" Nangong Yue tossed the candied fruit into the box, sat up straight, and that stubborn, defiant look in her eyes resurfaced.

"I just like it."

Nangong Jing was quite angry. The usually gentle and refined Crown Prince was pacing back and forth in his sister's room.

His steps were quick and heavy, and the hem of his bright yellow brocade robe fluttered in the wind as he walked.

He held up one finger and said it slowly and deliberately.

"No means no. A person like that will never become the prince consort!"

He stopped, turned around, glared at Nangong Yue, and started counting on his fingers for her.

"Think about it, would the young sect master of the Immortal Shadow Sect marry into the royal court and become a prince consort? Would the sect master of the Immortal Shadow Sect, Li Xizhao, release him?"

"Then there's only one way left: you marry him, but..."

He took a deep breath, his voice filled with disappointment and frustration.

"This guy is such a lecher!"

Nangong Jing became more and more excited as he spoke, his finger almost poking the ceiling.

"By then, will you be able to handle palace intrigue? Will you be able to win the emperor's favor? You won't even understand the intricacies of the harem. You'll end up getting sold out and still helping them count the spirit stones! No way, no way!"

"Who says I can't!"

Nangong Yue jumped out of bed, stood barefoot on the floor, and put her hands on her hips.

"With my marksmanship, do you think I can't outmaneuver a few women?"

"Palace intrigue isn't a martial arts tournament! Who are you going to stab with a gun? His other Daoist partners? You might as well just stab him to death right now!"

The sounds of the brother and sister arguing drifted out of the guest room window, echoing in the quiet night of the Immortal Shadow Sect.

The guards accompanying the Emperor Hao Royal Court in the next few rooms silently covered their ears with pillows.

Mu Kongyun sat in the armchair in the guest room of Qingyun Sect, his face ashen, his fingers unconsciously tightening on the armrest.

The hardwood handrail has been pinched until fine cracks appear.

Yun Qingyao stood before him, dressed in white as snow, her eyes lowered, her face still bearing that aloof and indifferent expression.

"Mu Kongyun's voice was extremely low, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth."

"Why did you lose your virginity to that filthy woman Li Xizhao's second apprentice!"

Yun Qingyao did not answer.

She knew her master's temper; no matter how she answered this question, she couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart.

Mu Kongyun's chest heaved violently a few times, and he slammed his palm hard on the armrest, making the teacups on the table jump.

"I'm furious!"

He closed his eyes, veins throbbing on his forehead, and the scene of his private confrontation with Li Xizhao not long ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Let's go back to daytime, after the meeting at the Guest-Greeting Peak Pavilion has ended.

As the sect leaders left their seats one after another, Li Xizhao had just gotten up to leave when a voice filled with suppressed anger came from behind him.

"Sect Leader Li, please wait."

Li Xizhao turned around.

Mu Kongyun stood not far behind her, his face gloomy, his aura radiating outwards without any attempt to conceal it.

She stared at Li Xizhao, her gaze as if she wanted to nail her to the wall.

"I have something to ask you."

Mu Kongyun's voice was low and deep, each word sounding as if it were being squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Regarding my disciple Yun Qingyao."

Li Xizhao turned around, her face still bearing that lazy smile, as if she hadn't felt any pressure from the other party at all.

She tilted her head, her tone so casual it made you want to punch her.

"Yun Qingyao? Is that the little girl in white from your Qingyun Sect? I've seen her before; she's quite pretty. What happened to her?"

Mu Kongyun's eye twitched.

What she couldn't stand most was Li Xizhao's nonchalant attitude, yet she couldn't do anything about it.

She took a deep breath and, suppressing her anger, made her point out.

"She was poisoned by aphrodisiacs in a secret place...and afterwards..."

She paused for a moment, then her voice deepened.

"She lost her virginity afterwards... She's a disciple of your Immortal Shadow Sect!"

Li Xizhao blinked, tapped his chin with his finger, and pretended to be thinking seriously.

However, her acting wasn't very convincing; she quickly gave up pretending and burst out laughing.

"No need to think about it, it must have been done by my second apprentice."

Mu Kongyun's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Chapter 95 What, you miss him?

Li Xizhao, however, was adding fuel to the fire.

She took two steps forward, looking at Mu Kongyun with a smug smile.

"Oh dear, Sect Leader Mu, that expression of yours is truly frightening. But speaking of which, your disciple has quite the eye for talent~"

"My disciple is handsome, talented, and considerate. It's your blessing to have him as your disciple. You don't even thank me, why are you here to interrogate me?"

"Li Xizhao!" Mu Kongyun slammed his palm on the table, and the entire spirit wood table split in two.

"You've taught your apprentice well, he's done a good job!"

“I didn’t push your apprentice into his arms.”

Li Xizhao didn't even blink, and his tone remained light and airy.

"Young people are in love, and you, as their teacher, are trying to break them up? Aren't you afraid people will say you're petty?"

"Besides, you're too strict with that junior disciple of your Qingyun Sect. She's too afraid to talk to anyone outside."

"What, does cultivating in your place mean turning people into ice blocks?"

"No **?"

Mu Kongyun's still charming face was contorted with rage, and her finger pointing at Li Xizhao was trembling.

"Even if I were to become a Daoist partner, I wouldn't choose your disciple! You despicable woman!"

Li Xizhao didn't care about her insults at all; instead, he laughed even more happily.

She slowly walked halfway around Mu Kongyun, looking her up and down with a mischievous glint in her eyes that sent chills down one's spine.

"Don't think I don't know that you had a crush on your senior brother when you were young, but he ended up becoming a monk."

"What, this nearly thousand-year-old flower bud, is it finally ready to bloom?"

She paused, then leaned close to Mu Kongyun's ear, her voice low yet clear: "Would you like my disciple to relieve your itch?"

“Perfect, let my disciple enjoy the Yin essence of the Nascent Soul stage directly, so that your long preservation won’t have been in vain.”

Mu Kongyun's spiritual power erupted suddenly, and the pressure of his Nascent Soul stage cultivation crushed the remaining half of the table in the pavilion into powder.

Her hand was raised, and the spiritual light gathered in her palm was so dazzling that it looked like she was holding a small sun.

Li Xizhao didn't even change his posture, he just slightly raised his eyelids, and his tone was still light and airy, but it carried a sharp edge.

"If you make a move, think about your image. Do you think you can beat me? Be careful you don't return to your sect in a sorry state."

Mu Kongyun's hand froze in mid-air, his five fingers trembling slightly, the ball of spiritual light in his palm flickering before finally retracting inch by inch.

She flicked her sleeve fiercely, turned around and strode away, her back as hard as an iron plate.

Li Xizhao glanced sideways at her departing figure.

"Tch, you bitch, trying to argue with me! Humph!"

The nights in the Spirit Herb Garden were quieter than in other parts of the sect, with only the faint flapping of wings from the thousand-year-old cicadas in their cages.

Chen Zisu had just finished processing a batch of newly refined cicada silk when she turned around and saw Lin Yanluo sitting in a chair, her hands supporting her chin.

That little devil's face, usually full of cunning and sharp tongue, unusually wore a sullen expression.

Chen Zisu wiped her hands, walked over and sat down opposite her, tilted her head and looked her up and down for a while, then clicked her tongue twice.

"What are you doing now? Taking my attitude for granted? Or are you missing Xiao Mu?"

Lin Yanluo rolled her eyes at her and didn't say anything.

Chen Zisu, however, became interested and moved closer, her tone full of mischief.

"The moment you came over that day, I could tell from the way you walked that you gave your virginity to that kid, right? What's wrong, itchy? Want me to whip you with a ribbon?"

Lin Yanlu glared at her and said irritably: