Chapter 5: The Master’s Madness.

Fu Lanting's eyes dimmed slightly, and his aura became even stronger.

But no matter how he oppressed her, the woman in front of him seemed to feel no pain. She walked up the stairs step by step on the bloodstains, stood in front of his chair and looked down at him.

A shadow fell on half of her face, giving her a hidden divinity.

At such a close distance, he could even see the chapped skin on Jiang Zhaoyue's face. The fine blood vessels on her fair skin burst, turning into a light layer of blood that flowed down her face and neck.

Like delicate white porcelain stained with blood.

She stretched out her fingertips to wipe the blood from her lips, but the blood dyed her entire lips red, and her gentle temperament instantly became weird.

Just as Fu Lanting frowned and looked at her actions coldly, without any warning, Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly leaned over, and the sweet smell of blood approached.

Jiang Zhaoyue's face stopped beside his. She turned her head to look at him, still smiling, that kind of gentle, enchanting, and secretly crazy smile.

The neck was clearly exposed in front of him, with pale blue veins showing the faint outline of blood through a thin layer of skin. It felt so delicate that it seemed as if it would break with a slight bend.

"Master, have I passed your test?"

She still smiled, as innocent as a child.

Fu Lanting's gaze lingered on her neck for a moment before he looked into her eyes:

"Aren't you afraid that I will really kill you?"

"What's the big deal?" Jiang Zhaoyue's gentle expression, stained with blood, took on a strange charm. She looked at Fu Lanting as if offering her true heart to the gods, but her tone suddenly changed, and ambiguity grew: "To die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, I will still be romantic."

Fu Lanting frowned even deeper and tried to push her away, but she grabbed his wrist.

The warmth of the woman's palm and the viscosity of the blood separated at the first touch.

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't hold his wrist for too long, but just used the force to move his hand closer to her neck.

She pressed Fu Lanting's palm against her neck.

"If you kill me, I will become the sin of murder that Master Master bears, and it will haunt you for the rest of your life."

This was too crazy. Fu Lanting withdrew his hand immediately. He closed his eyes and uttered a few words: "Get out."

"Okay, okay."

Jiang Zhaoyue agreed smoothly, but didn't move. Instead, he sighed and said, "If I go out like this, people will think that something happened between the headmaster and me in the room. The headmaster was too rude. He made me bloody..."

"Shut up!"

She was interrupted by Fu Lanting before she could finish.

The Qi Ling Sect Leader, who had shown no emotion for hundreds of years and was very cold towards everyone, suddenly felt a furrow in his forehead.

Calm down your anger.

Fu Lanting wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, took out a pill from the ring with a cold face and gave it to her.

Jiang Zhaoyue glanced at the pill, and placed her hands, which had just been exerting force, in front of him, with an innocent look.

"Master, you are so powerful that you broke my hand. Please feed me."

"Shut up! If you say anything like that again, I'll strangle you to death right now."

The bulge on Fu Lanting's forehead became more severe.

But he was the head of a sect after all, and his cunning was not comparable to that of young people. Even though Jiang Zhaoyue provoked him like this, he still calmly poured out the pill from the jade bottle and stuffed it into Jiang Zhaoyue's mouth.

Jiang Zhaoyue took the opportunity to lick him.

The tip of her tongue slid across his fingertips, and the sticky and warm touch left a trace of heat on his skin, as if it burned from her fingertips to her heart.

The next second, Jiang Zhaoyue flew out and landed in the center of the hall.

Fu Lanting stood up from his chair with a gloomy face, put the hand that she was licking behind his back, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

His voice was cold: "Junior."

Although Jiang Zhaoyue's injuries caused by the pressure of the aura looked serious, in fact, at most his meridians and bones were injured. However, this time, his internal organs were indeed injured.

She felt like her internal organs were shattered into pieces and blood was gushing out of her mouth.

In my mind, the system's sharp explosions came one after another, and the warning sounds merged into one.

Jiang Zhaoyue was still smiling. She lay on her back on the ground, and the smile on her face was hard to tell whether it was gloating or weird and lingering.

"Ahem...Master, why are you so angry? Or do you have feelings too?"

The system felt that it was a blessing from her ancestors that she was able to get out alive today.

In just a moment, Fu Lanting appeared beside her, looking down at Jiang Zhaoyue lying on the ground.

Blood was flowing out, and her beautiful face had a pale and gray feeling due to excessive blood loss.

Fu Lanting's face was cold. He squatted down and grabbed her neck with his cold hands.

"Do you know the consequences of provoking a powerful being? If I kill you, even Lin Bozhou won't be able to say anything."

"How cruel."

Jiang Zhaoyue coughed a few more times, her tone still pleasant, "I just wanted to get close to the Master, are you going to kill me?"

"Don't you like Jiang Qiying?"

"Is it only a man's nature to get bored with the old and love the new?"

Jiang Zhaoyue's face suddenly looked aggrieved, but in a moment she regained her cheerfulness, still smiling, and even more excited:

"But it doesn't matter. Kill me and let me become your slayer, Master. I just like the way you look at me, as if you were looking at an ant. Let me become one with you."

Fu Lanting stared at her with cold eyes for a long time, and finally moved the hand that was pinching her neck to her shoulders, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her to sit up.

A warm current came from his palm, like a sweet rain bathing her broken internal organs and meridians. Then he took out another pill and this time stuffed it into her mouth quickly, leaving her no time to do anything else.

This made her feel a little pity.

The blood gradually dried up, and Jiang Zhaoyue's pale face slowly turned rosy.

This kind of injury is very serious for ordinary cultivators, but it is obviously not a big problem for the leader of an immortal sect.

In just half a moment, except for the bloodstains on his face, Jiang Zhaoyue's internal injuries had almost healed, and the cracked skin on his face had returned to its white and delicate state.

She felt the situation inside her body and sighed, "I knew that the master would not be willing to kill me."

Fu Lanting paused his hand that was transmitting spiritual power to her shoulder and then quickly withdrew it.

Perhaps because of what had just happened, the Qi Ling Sect Master had completely calmed down. He stared at Jiang Zhaoyue, his tone tinged with menace, "Remember, don't let anyone else know about what happened today, especially your master."

"OK."

Jiang Zhaoyue agreed too quickly and too easily, which made Fu Lanting always feel that she was just saying it casually or had some other bad intentions.

After all, after this incident, the image of the gentle, considerate, good at dancing, and warm and kind young girl from the neighboring immortal sect had collapsed in his eyes.

However, while he was thinking, Jiang Zhaoyue in front of him began to take off his clothes without hesitation.

“What?!”

Fu Lanting quickly stopped her movements, feeling that the throbbing on her forehead that had just subsided was about to break out again.

"What what?"

Jiang Zhaoyue brushed away her blood-stained hair and smiled gently, "Master, I need to clean myself up. Look at me, I'm covered in blood. If I go out, others will be suspicious. Didn't you say you didn't want anyone else to know? I'm helping you."

"I am still here!"

"It's okay, I don't mind you watching."

Fu Lanting closed his eyes, stood up and wanted to leave.

But Jiang Zhaoyue grabbed the corner of his clothes.

She sat on the ground, her collar half-open, her delicate collarbone faintly visible beneath the hazy gauze, but she looked up at him with a shy smile, as if to seduce but also to remind: "Master, I still need to comprehend the 'Taixuan Secret Treasure'. Have you forgotten that you still have to protect me?"

Fu Lanting's strength is hundreds of times greater than hers, but at this moment he feels overwhelmed.

Lin Bozhou's disciple is simply crazy.

He didn't want to talk to Jiang Zhaoyue anymore to avoid any more trouble, so he simply closed his eyes and turned away.

Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care what he did or what he thought. She slowly took out clean water and clean clothes from the ring, carefully washed the blood off her body, and dressed neatly.

The rustling sounds of the water and running water were long and torturous. When Fu Lanting turned around, she had returned to her original appearance - a gentle, polite, beautiful and warm woman.

Even the hair has been properly groomed.

However, only he knew that all this was just a false appearance.

Fu Lanting almost closed his eyes and waited for her to finish comprehending the 'Taixuan Secret Treasure', then he kept saying, "Get out of here!"

Jiang Zhaoyue politely performed the junior's salute to him, as if nothing had happened before, respectfully but distantly, "Thank you, Master, for protecting this disciple."

She stood up, walked to the door and pushed it open, then turned around to look at Fu Lanting, whose face was obscure on the steps. Half of his face was sunken in the shadow of the light and could not be seen clearly, only the curve of his lips was clear.

"See you next time."

Without waiting for an answer, the palace door closed gently, blocking Fu Lanting's deep gaze.

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The worldview of a certain cold and domineering sect leader who was four or five hundred years old was easily shattered.