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

"Get lost, I'm annoyed. Do you think he'll come looking for me? Doesn't he miss me?"

After saying that, she casually picked a spirit flower from the flowerpot next to her, sat cross-legged on the chair, and began to pluck the petals off one by one.

The petals fell onto her knees with a muffled sound.

"He will come, he won't come, he will come, he won't come..."

Chen Zisu looked at it for two seconds, then reached out and snatched the flower back.

Holding the spirit flower that had been picked in pieces, her heart ached so much that her eyes twitched, and she glared at Lin Yanluo, saying:

"Don't waste the spiritual plant. It took me three months to grow this flower. If you're so capable, pull your own hair instead of ruining my flower."

Lin Yanluo rested her chin on her hands, her legs dangling under the chair, and her lips were pouting so much they could hang an oil bottle.

"Mu Tianmiao has no conscience."

She got angrier and angrier as she spoke, and her voice grew louder and louder.

"I cooperated with him so much that night, we tried all sorts of positions, he did this and that to me... he tormented me for most of the night, and now? There's not even a trace of him! Humph!"

Chen Zisu laughed so hard she couldn't stand up straight, one hand holding the table and the other clutching her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes.

"In all my years, this is the first time I've ever seen a girl so lovesick."

"A dignified Nascent Soul stage weapon refiner sitting here picking flower petals and cursing men, what will become of your reputation?"

"I still don't have a hundred-year-old girl."

Lin Yanlu tilted her head, blinked her almond-shaped eyes, and spoke in a tone that couldn't be more innocent.

“Unlike an old hag like you who is two or three hundred years old.”

Chen Zisu's smile froze on her face instantly.

She slowly lowered her hand from her stomach, straightened up, and looked at Lin Yanluo with an extremely kind and gentle smile, her voice so tender it gave one goosebumps.

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Lin Yanluo jumped off the chair and took a step back towards the door, but her words showed no sign of yielding.

"You're such an old hag, and your hearing isn't working properly either..."

The two chased each other around the herb garden for a long time, finally ending with Lin Yanluo being pinned down on a chair by Chen Zisu and being tickled before begging for mercy.

Chen Zisu patted non-existent dust off her hands, returned to her workbench with satisfaction, picked up a well-worn notebook, and continued to study the food ratio of the millennium cicada.

She picked up a mulberry leaf with silver tweezers and waved it in front of the cicada cage.

Watching the golden, thousand-year-old cicada lazily crawl over from its cage, she suddenly asked a question without turning her head.

"Honestly, what does dual cultivation actually feel like?"

Lin Yanluo was rubbing her aching stomach from being tickled when she heard this and glanced sideways at Chen Zisu.

A mischievous grin spread across her flushed face, her tone carrying a deeper meaning.

"What, you want to try it too?"

Chen Zisu did not retaliate as usual, but continued to fiddle with the spirit mulberry leaf in her hand, her tone so calm that it did not seem like she was talking about anything important.

"Yes, I still don't know what it feels like to like someone."

"I've cultivated for hundreds of years and planted spiritual plants my whole life. I've raised all kinds of spiritual flowers and herbs, but I've never experienced the feeling of being moved."

She put down the silver tweezers and turned to look at Lin Yanluo.

"So, I'm asking you, what does dual cultivation actually feel like?"

Lin Yanluo was stunned for a moment.

She thought Chen Zisu was just joking, but she didn't expect the other party to take it seriously and so openly.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Minion~ Missing me again?

Lin Yanluo sat in the chair, her fingers unconsciously twirling the hem of her clothes, looking unusually embarrassed.

"That night with that kid..."

She pursed her lips, her voice unconsciously softening.

"At first there was a little discomfort, but soon I felt... ah, how should I put it... it was like I was flying..."

"It feels so good, so comfortable~, so good that I can't think of anything else."

Her cheeks flushed visibly, but she tried to maintain her self-righteous expression as she added.

"It's just a little embarrassing."

"How exactly is it embarrassing?"

Chen Zisu pressed for an answer.

Lin Yanluo's ears turned bright red.

Her gaze drifted to the roof beam, and her voice was half as low as before.

"He made me call him Dad... I was so emotional at the time that I couldn't think straight. I was completely controlled by him. I just said whatever he told me to say without thinking... and then..."

She shut her mouth.

She simply couldn't bring herself to talk about what happened next.

She was so badly hurt by Mu Tianmiao that her eyes rolled back, and she eventually lost consciousness.

Upon hearing this, Chen Zisu held the silver tweezers in her hand, which remained suspended in mid-air, and did not fall for a long time.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and a strange, indescribable feeling welled up in her chest.

It felt like being gently scratched by something—not painful or itchy, but impossible to ignore.

She has lived for nearly three hundred years, planted tens of thousands of spiritual flowers and herbs, and read countless ancient books, yet her understanding of matters between men and women is limited to the dry words in those books.

They talked about the interplay of yin and yang, the mutual support of spiritual energy, all with such seriousness. No one had ever told her that true love was something that made her blush and her heart race.

What does it feel like to fly, as Lin Yanluo described?

What does it feel like to be swept away by emotions and not think about anything?

She suddenly felt a pang of envy for this usually sharp-tongued and unserious little devil.

"And then?" she couldn't help but ask again.

Lin Yanluo buried her face in her knees, refusing to speak again, only waving one hand wildly in the air.

The meaning couldn't be clearer. If you want to know, try it yourself. Don't ask me.

Just then, a female disciple from the medicinal herb garden jogged into the courtyard and bowed to report.

"Elder Lin, Elder Chen, the young sect leader has arrived."

Lin Yanluo suddenly jumped up from her chair.

She hurriedly straightened her clothes and quickly ran her fingers through her hair.

Then she sat down in the chair, crossed her legs, clasped her arms around her chest, and raised her chin slightly, instantly transforming into that haughty little devil.

The entire set of movements was fluid and took no more than three breaths.

Watching this seamless face-changing performance from the side, Chen Zisu's lips twitched, and she rolled her eyes inwardly.

She was just lying on the chair picking flower petals and cursing men, but now she's putting on airs.

Mu Tianmiao poked half his head in from outside the moon gate, a grin on his face. His gaze swept around the courtyard before finally settling on Lin Yanluo.

Lin Yanluo clearly saw him out of the corner of her eye, but she stubbornly resisted turning her head and continued to fiddle with the cicada silk in her hands with a straight face.

It was as if that ball of silk thread was the most worthy thing to study in the whole world.

Mu Tianmiao walked into the courtyard and respectfully bowed with his hands clasped.

After all, in terms of seniority and cultivation, the other party is a true elder.

He was absolutely meticulous about the proper etiquette.

Then he took out a brand new embroidered sachet from his pocket and handed it to Lin Yanluo with both hands.

The sachet was made of a piece of moon-white silk embroidered with silver patterns. It featured a crane about to take flight, with fine stitches and smooth lines, clearly the work of the Fairy Garment Pavilion.

The sachet was slightly bulging, filled with some calming and nourishing herbs, and a faint, sweet fragrance could be smelled when you got close.

And I also added some of my own clever touches.

Lin Yanluo took it, pinched the corner of the sachet, turned it over to look at the embroidery, and placed it on the table expressionlessly.

"Take your things and leave if there's nothing else."

Mu Tianmiao was taken aback, scratched the back of his head, and his smile froze for a moment. He stood still, his eyes darting around, and he tried to make up for it dryly.

"This isn't a good idea... I'd better stay here and keep you company..."

As soon as he said it, he realized it was wrong.

So he quickly changed his tune, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiating smile.

"I miss Elder Lin. Please let me sit here for a while."

Chen Zisu's gaze lingered for a moment on Lin Yanluo's slightly reddened ears, and a knowing smile appeared on her lips.

Without saying a word, she turned and quietly left the courtyard, also sending away the two disciples in the herb garden who were pruning spiritual herbs at the gate.

After turning through the moon gate, she made a concealment spell, and her aura instantly merged with the surrounding spiritual bamboo.

Then it leaned firmly against the wall and pricked up its ears.

Only two people remained in the courtyard.

Lin Yanluo waited until Chen Zisu's footsteps had completely disappeared before standing up from her chair.

She was a whole head shorter than Mu Tianmiao, but when she looked up at him, she had the air of someone looking down at a small animal that had accidentally wandered into a hunting ground.

She snorted coldly, a signature mocking smile curving her lips, her voice both sweet and venomous.

"What's wrong? Are you getting carried away and want it again?"

"A small fry is a small fry, tsk tsk, do you really like my tiny body that much? How perverted~"

Mu Tianmiao stood up from her chair, her little secret exposed by Lin Yanluo, and she was unusually embarrassed.

He did have some thoughts on it, but admitting it directly would be too inopportune, so he quickly waved his hand and said...

"No, no, I just missed you. What are you doing?"

Lin Yanluo pursed her lips and spread the ball of golden silk in her hand in front of him.

"Once we obtain the silk from the thousand-year-old cicada and refine it, the sect's immortal robes will have a new material, which will increase revenue significantly."

She paused, glanced at him, and then her tone returned to that standard effeminate manner.

"Unlike that nobody who only knows how to chase girls all day, does nothing productive, and even lost the ring, tsk tsk~"

Mu Tianmiao's eyes lit up.

Lin Yanluo scolded him for not doing his job properly, but she knew perfectly well that he had lost the ring.

What does this mean? It means she's been keeping an eye on him, and maybe she received the news as soon as he finished his fight.

The signal is absolutely perfect.

He tiptoed around to Lin Yanluo's back, and while she was still looking down and fiddling with the cicada silk, he grabbed her from behind.

Lin Yanluo was petite to begin with, and when he held her in his arms, her head barely reached his chin.

He bent down, bringing his nose close to her neck, and smelled a faint fragrance of medicinal herbs mixed with the warm, sweet scent unique to the girl. Then he whispered in her ear.

"Elder Lin, you've really gone to a lot of trouble~ I lost~ Let me hug you~ I need some comforting~"

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Lin Yanluo's Playful Refusal

Lin Yanlu snorted, not even putting down the cicada silk in her hand, and said without turning her head, "Do whatever you want, I'm busy."

Mu Tianmiao's hand slowly moved upwards from her waist, his fingertips touching the edge of her clothes.

Lin Yanluo's body stiffened slightly, and the cicada silk in her hand trembled, but she did not push him away.