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

That wasn't exactly a smile; it was more like the muscles in his face trying to do something he wasn't familiar with.

“He is of great research value now, and I want to see how far he can go.”

Chu Cheng took out a jade slip from his bosom.

The jade slip was entirely black, with no patterns or decorations on its surface, yet it gleamed with an eerie sheen under the moonlight, as if it were not a product of this world.

He glanced down at it, then casually tossed it aside. The jade slip traced an arc in the air and flew steadily toward Li Xizhao.

"This is the only cultivation method I found related to the starry sky and pollution."

Li Xizhao raised his hand to catch it.

Instead of checking it immediately, she first wrapped the jade slip with a layer of spiritual energy, isolating it from contact with the outside world.

Then she probed into it with her divine sense. The powerful divine sense of the Nascent Soul stage surged into the jade slip like a tide, scanning all the contents from beginning to end.

As she read on, her brows furrowed more and more, and shock and confusion flashed in her eyes.

Such a technique exists... that can even use pollution as nourishment...

But the risk is too high... If pollution invades the brain, it can already be considered death at the soul level!

Chu Cheng looked at her furrowed brows, but instead of explaining the contents of the jade slip, he took out a second jade slip from his pocket.

This jade slip is completely different from the previous one. It is warm and white all over, and a lifelike golden dragon pattern is engraved on its surface.

Under the moonlight, there was a faint shimmering light.

"Furthermore, I will also give your Immortal Shadow Sect a set of sword techniques."

He held the jade slip in his palm, his tone still calm, but his words moved everyone present.

"This sword technique is called the Golden Dragon Sword. It is of a high grade and would be worthy of being included in the Sword Pavilion even in the Ten Thousand Mountains. However, it is extremely yang and strong."

"It clashes directly with my ruthless sword heart, which is of the same lineage as the Ten Thousand Mountains, and none of my disciples can cultivate it."

He looked at Li Xizhao and tossed the jade slip over to him.

"Let's consider this an apology: a corrupted cultivation method and a set of Golden Dragon Sword Technique. Is that enough?"

Although Li Xizhao was reluctant to swallow this insult, Chu Cheng had already made his point, adopted a humble attitude, and offered plenty of gifts.

A jade slip containing the methods of cultivation through pollution, and a Golden Dragon Sword Technique of the Ten Thousand Mountains Hidden Sword Pavilion level.

Either of these two items would be enough to tempt any sect in the Eight Desolations.

More importantly, if Chu Cheng were to spread the news that Mu Tianmiao had suppressed the corrupted soul in the soul space, the consequences would be unimaginable.

The young sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect was corrupted and possessed, but he suppressed the corruption himself.

Who would believe such a thing if it got out?

Outsiders will only hear half of the sentence: "The young sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect has been corrupted and eroded."

Then, various sects joined forces to exert pressure, demanding that the Immortal Shadow Sect execute those who had been corrupted in accordance with the Eight Desolate Iron Laws.

By then, even if Li Xizhao had three heads and six arms, she wouldn't be able to protect this brat.

The only option is to wage war against the entire Eight Desolations...

Li Xizhao clutched the two jade slips, his knuckles turning slightly white, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

She stared at Chu Cheng for a long while before finally putting the jade slip into her storage ring and saying coldly, "Deal."

Chu Cheng nodded slightly upon seeing this.

He didn't say another word, but before leaving, he took one last deep look at Mu Tianmiao.

Then his figure suddenly vanished from the spot, without the light of the teleportation array or the sound of air being torn apart. He left silently, as if he had never existed.

Li Xizhao snorted coldly in the direction where Chu Cheng had disappeared, then turned around and ordered the disciples who had rushed over to clean up the herb garden and repair the damaged buildings and courtyards.

After arranging the aftermath, she led everyone back to the reception room.

In the reception room, Huiming's gourd was still sitting obediently on the table, its previous arrogance long gone, now just an ordinary dark gold magic artifact.

Li Xizhao casually tossed it back to Huiming, and the old monk thanked him profusely, taking the gourd with him and wiping the sweat from his bald head with his sleeve as he left.

Li Xizhao walked up to Qin Shuxin and his gaze fell on the wound on her shoulder caused by the sword energy.

The bloodstains had dried, but the ripped opening in the robe and the remaining traces of sword intent were still clearly visible.

How is the injury?

She asked.

Qin Shuxin shook her head slightly, her expression still indifferent: "It's fine now."

Li Xizhao then looked at Lin Yanluo and Chen Zisu.

Lin Yanluo was leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed. Apart from her face being a little pale from the danger she had just faced, she was completely unharmed.

Chen Zisu was tidying her disheveled hair. When she saw Li tide looking over, she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Li Xizhao silently calculated the losses in his mind: a destroyed medicinal garden courtyard, several bluestone slabs, some spiritual flowers and herbs that were uprooted, plus a minor injury on Qin Shuxin's shoulder.

Considering the situation just now, with the activation of a pollution source at the Nascent Soul stage and a head-on clash between two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, this loss is negligible.

Chapter 106 Don't go too far!

Li Xizhao turned to Mu Tianmiao, scanning him over twice, still somewhat uneasy.

"Are you absolutely sure you have no problems? Is your spiritual energy functioning normally? Is there any sign of your divine consciousness being corrupted? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Mu Tianmiao waved his hand, his tone relaxed.

"No, no, really nothing's wrong."

But that corrupted spirit is still inside me...

I'll have a proper talk with her when I have some free time, and we'll see what happens then...

Li tide stared at him for a few seconds, then rubbed her temples and decided to ignore this heartless brat for the time being.

Seeing that his master was no longer asking questions, Mu Tianmiao turned to look at Lin Yanluo, took out the silver peace lock from his pocket, and asked curiously.

"By the way, what's the lock you asked me to get for?"

Lin Yanluo took the peace lock and gently stroked the silver lock surface with her fingertips.

She remained silent for a long while before speaking.

Her voice carried a self-reproach that Mu Tianmiao rarely saw on her face.

"This is a protective artifact I made when I was refining weapons. It can suppress all evil spirits and ensure that I will not suffer from qi deviation."

"I asked you to get it so that if you brought it in, even if there were some weird things inside the gourd, they wouldn't be able to get close to you."

"result……"

She gripped the safety lock tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white. "I should have let you run away. It's all my fault."

She placed the safety lock on the table, then got up from her chair and walked to Mu Tianmiao.

Before he could react, she had already sat sideways on his lap, straddling him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and burying her face in the crook of his neck.

Her body was already petite, and when she nestled in his arms, she was unusually quiet, unlike the sharp-tongued little devil she usually was.

Needless to say, Li Xizhao definitely wouldn't be able to see this.

She watched as Lin Yanluo straddled her disciple's lap as if no one else was there, and hugged him so tightly that the veins on her forehead throbbed on the spot.

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

She pointed her finger at the two people embracing, her voice rising a beat.

"With so many people watching, how can they be hugging and cuddling like that!"

Mu Tianmiao was still holding Lin Yanluo in his arms. He looked up at his master, but secretly made a hand seal.

The Star-Snatching Hand from Across the River quietly activated, and an invisible portal opened precisely in front of Li Xizhao's lips, his lips gently pressing against it through the air.

A perfectly timed kiss flew from afar, landing precisely on Li Xizhao's lips.

Li Xizhao's reprimand came to an abrupt halt, and he froze on the spot, his eyes wide open.

The warm, fleeting touch still lingered on her lips.

She opened her mouth, wanting to curse, but couldn't bring herself to do it in front of everyone in the room.

A face of unparalleled beauty blushed and paled, then paled and blushed again.

Finally, she flicked her sleeve, turned, and strode towards the door, her steps so heavy they seemed to wear through the floor. She paused for a moment at the door, then tossed out a sentence without turning back.

"Come to my room in a bit! I need to tell you something!"

Then, in a flash, the figure disappeared into the night.

Qin Shuxin stood in the corner, still with that indifferent expression, but her gaze lingered for a moment on Lin Yanluo's posture of straddling Mu Tianmiao's lap before quickly shifting away.

She said nothing, only lowered her eyes slightly, and turned to walk towards the door.

As she reached the door, she paused, then turned back to look at Lin Yanluo, not at Mu Tianmiao.

The usually arrogant and domineering little devil was now quietly nestled in Mu Tianmiao's arms.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in the crook of his neck, as if she had found the safest place in the world.

Qin Shuxin withdrew her gaze, stepped over the threshold, and her white robe flashed in the night before disappearing at the end of the path outside the herb garden.

Chen Zisu was already used to it.

She listened to a live sex show outside the herb garden for a full hour, and then witnessed the pollution possession, the battle of transformation into a god, and a series of dramatic events in the reception room.

At this moment, seeing Lin Yanluo nestled in Mu Tianmiao's arms like a little bird, he felt no emotion at all.

She sighed silently, took out paper and pen from her storage bag, quickly wrote down the names of several medicinal herbs, and slammed the prescription on the table.

"I'll prescribe you a herbal remedy that can purify your soul. Go back and drink it once a day."

Then she kicked Lin Yanluo's shin, not hard, but the disdain in her tone was genuine.

"Go back to your 'heat' side! Don't linger here with me!"

Finally, everyone left.

Only Mu Tianmiao and Lin Yanluo remained in the reception room. The lamp on the table had burned down to a small section, casting a dim and soft light.

Lin Yanluo jumped off his lap, bent down and picked up the peace lock that he had casually placed on the table.

She looked down at it for a while, then turned around and walked to Mu Tianmiao, hanging the safety lock on his belt without saying a word.

Mu Tianmiao looked down at the dusty silver lock around her waist and reached out to take it off.

Lin Yanluo slapped his hand away.

Her movements were fierce, but her voice wasn't as arrogant as usual.

She lowered her head, carefully adjusting the position of the safety lock with her fingers, hanging it up neatly, then looked up at Mu Tianmiao, her eyes slightly red, but her tone was still that of a forced command.

"This is a spiritual artifact that I've nurtured since I was a child. You wear it and make sure you don't get knocked down by that corruption, you hear me, you little minions!"

Mu Tianmiao looked at the dusty silver lock around her waist and knew that there was no point in refusing, so she could only nod.

"Okay, okay, I'll wear it. I promise I won't take it off even when I shower."

Lin Yanluo then gave a satisfied hum, stood up from his arms, straightened the wrinkles on her clothes, and turned to walk towards the door.

Mu Tianmiao watched her retreating figure and couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

"Want to make love a little longer?"

Lin Yanluo paused, turned around and glared at him.

The standard little devil's mockery reappeared on her small face, but the blush on her ears hadn't faded completely, greatly reducing the lethality of her expression.

"No need, I'm already full. This week should be enough. Small fish is small fish, do you want to come again? Save your breath."

After Lin Yanluo finished speaking, she flew up on the spot and left the area of ​​the herb garden.

When Mu Tianmiao arrived at Li Xizhao's bedchamber, it was already late at night.

The main peak was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard. The bamboo cast dappled shadows in the moonlight, and the palace door was ajar, with warm yellow light shining from inside.

He pushed the door open and went in. Li Xizhao was sitting on a soft couch by the window, one hand supporting his chin, the other hand tapping slowly on the armrest.