48 Worry-free

Inside the inn, Ling Xueluo sat silently to one side, while Chi Yuanhan and Zhao Jing'an stood on the other.

"Senior brother, I don't think we should go. It's obviously a complete scheme. If we go, all our efforts in hiding these past few days will be wasted."

Chi Yuanhan and Zhao Jing'an exchanged a glance, both of them simultaneously noticing the silent approval in each other's eyes.

Mo Yu rubbed her temples, suppressing her unease, and said with a serious expression, "I won't go, but I at least need to know if my parents are safe."

"I'll go."

At this moment, Chi Yuanhan stood up from his leaning position. Zhao Jing'an pursed his lips, wanting to stop him, but was interrupted by the other party raising his hand: "It's nothing. When I return to the capital, I will also find a few friends to have a drink at Jinmanlou. You just focus on recovering from your injury and don't say anything else."

Even if I told you, I wouldn't listen.

He silently added a sentence in his mind, but didn't dare to say it aloud.

"Cough, cough."

"Have some water."

"Thank you, senior sister."

The candles had burned down to the bottom, and the group was just about to go back to rest when they were startled by a noise outside. A few moments later, they found no trace of anyone except for a note on the ground.

This note was also locked with a secret technique unique to the demon race, and it cannot be opened by anyone other than the designated person.

The moon was once again obscured by thick clouds, and the lake, lacking moonlight, appeared exceptionally dark, like a ferocious beast lurking in the shadows, its gaping maw ready to devour anyone within.

splash

splash

Yin Li, wearing only an undergarment, slowly walked into the room. The chill seeped into his skin, making him shiver uncontrollably, but he seemed unaffected, his face calm. If it weren't for his pale complexion and lips, one would not have been able to tell that he was cold.

Before long, demonic energy began to circulate around his body. Yin Li meditated for several cycles, but felt something was wrong with his whole body. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find anything.

It was still that bloodline; the Mystic Ice Spirit Orb and the Fire Dance Spirit Orb were being nourished within its eyes. What exactly was that indescribable strangeness...?

Perhaps it was due to his recent excessive use of magic that his body was weakened. Although this body was not at its last gasp, it was not in good condition overall. He should be recuperated for three to five years to reach his peak strength.

But he could wait, his master couldn't, Qingshan Peak couldn't wait, and Wen Ruyu certainly wouldn't wait.

Master, as long as you and I get married, I will have no regrets.

I will do whatever you want.

Daylight broke again. Yin Li hadn't returned last night, and Chu Qing hadn't slept well either.

The door was pushed open, and a few rays of sunlight streamed in. The figure that had just been mentioned came into view, his cold expression revealing a hint of weakness.

"Yin Li, are you—"

"Master, please call me Wuyou."

Chu Qing was taken aback, but without pondering the emotions behind it, she nodded in agreement and asked, "Wuyou, don't you have anything to take care of today?"

"What, Master, do you dislike your disciple so much?"

Feeling a sharp stab to her heart, Yin Li regretted turning her anger into a blade and uttering it from her mouth. But the words were already out, like a move made that could not be taken back.

"I just feel a bit bored being alone, and I wanted to ask you to come walk with me."

Chu Qing shook her head, not reacting to Yin Li's barbed words. Actually, she still needed to go to the library to take another look at the matter of bloodlines, but there was no rush.

She would instinctively hold her breath for a second, always willing to tolerate all her shortcomings and not care about her mistakes. But this magnanimity always gave people a feeling of being neither close nor distant.

Even if the other person cries, laughs, makes a fuss, or throws a few things, the master is always rational. Except in bed, sometimes when things get intense, he might have some other reactions.

Master, your behavior makes me feel like you don't love me at all, that you're just compromising out of helplessness.

"Let's go."

Yin Li wanted to turn around and move forward by herself, but then she felt a warm sensation on her hand.

It turned out that the moon, which he had been longing for, took the initiative to approach him and pull him up from his muddy state.

Their figures suddenly stopped. Chu Qing knew that he sometimes felt insecure, so this time, she took his hand.

Since Chu Qing was leading the way, the two of them wandered around the Demon Palace aimlessly. The exotic flowers and plants along the way were quite abundant, each one dazzling, with black, purple and red as the main colors, strange and bizarre.

"Master, don't be angry, I—"

She turned around, her eyes softening slightly.

“I did not disagree.”

Yin Li spoke sullenly, his face showing great reluctance. He stood there looking at the tips of his shoes, feeling awkward for a moment.

"It's okay, I'm not angry."

Suddenly, someone hugged her tightly from behind, their hot breaths mingling. Yin Li couldn't get enough of the sensation, burying her high nose in the soft crook of her neck and rubbing it against her.

"Master, please don't leave me."

It's still the same, always silent, always in silence...

“Master, let’s get married, let’s form a vow, let’s become Daoist partners, so that even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you.”

marry······

Chu Qing's eyelashes fluttered, and as if lost in thought, she uttered a seemingly random question: "Even if we're not in the same time and space, will you still find me?"

"Yes." The person behind him answered firmly without thinking. He knew why his master asked that question. Those differences from the Chu Qingge of the past, the unsuccessful interrogation on the cliff, but the imprint on the soul would not disappear. As long as a person still has three souls and seven spirits, he would find her even if it meant going to heaven or hell.

well

A soft sigh dissipated in the wind, yet it reached the boy's ears so clearly.

"Don't worry, your master has things he has to do, but trust me."

"What?"

"I will never abandon you."

A powerful force tightened, leaving one of the hands, which had been clasped together at the waist, still in place, while the other climbed onto the shoulder, embracing the other in an absolutely restraining posture.

"Master, leave all of these to your disciple."

"Listen to me, don't worry, I have a way."

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This time, Yin Li was no longer angry or argumentative as usual. An endless sense of sorrow lingered in his heart. At this moment, with such a resolute and firm tone, he seemed to finally understand something.

No one can stop the master from doing what he wants to do, not even himself.

It was true before, and it is true now; she seems to have always been sacrificing for something, but he doesn't know or can't guess what it is.

Even though he tried everything and exhausted all his efforts, he couldn't change the other person's mind. At this point, Yin Li realized that all his coercion was just his unease and fear.

He sacrificed the darkest prison in his heart to his master, forcibly imposing it on him against his master's wishes, causing the master to bleed profusely and himself to suffer greatly.

He shouldn't be like this; he needs to learn to let go and let the moon shine as it should.

As long as his master obediently marries him, and as long as they leave an imprint on each other's souls, he will no longer restrict anything.

Master, I only need you this once, just this once.

Finally, please deceive your disciple one last time.

The intense heat of his chest, transmitted through her clothes, reached her back. Chu Qing leaned against his shoulder, remaining silent for a long time.

"Yin Wuyou, you must find me."

She smiled bitterly, yet her tone was joking, her eyes filled with sorrow and desolation.

"I just want my master to stay by my side."

A soft laugh, filled with too much helplessness, but before Yin Li could sense anything from it, Feng Ying summoned her to handle some matters again.

"You go ahead, I'll go back by myself in a bit."

Yin Li still wouldn't let go, and Chu Qing said helplessly, "With so many people watching, I can't get out."

"Okay, then wait for me tonight, Master."

She patted the boy's head and watched his departing figure until he disappeared from sight before turning and heading to the library.

She's only a quarter of the way through now, but if you calculate it, she should be able to complete the bloodline conversion before the wedding. She just needs to get two more spirit orbs to complete it.

Once everything is ready, she will rush over and finish off Wen Ruyu!

Three days later, Jinmanlou

Chi Yuanhan sped away in his extravagantly luxurious carriage, while pedestrians hurriedly avoided him, daring not to utter a word of anger.

"Brother Chi, here you are! A seat has been reserved for you!"

"Hey waiter, bring me a pot of Spring Flower Snow!"

"Alright, young master, please wait a moment, I'll be right there!"

Jinmanlou was the most popular restaurant in the capital, a place that welcomed all sorts of people, from the wealthy and noble to scholars who competed in poetry and prose. In short, it was a lively and bustling place.

What many people don't know is that besides its restaurant business, Jinmanlou has also secretly established an intelligence network responsible for collecting all sorts of strange and unusual stories. There's nothing they can't get, only things you can't imagine.

Upon entering, the sounds of shouts, the aroma of wine, and the smell of food mingled together, yet it was not unpleasant. At this moment, a handsome young man dressed in a jade-green robe smiled and waved to his brothers on the second floor. If one looked closely, one would discover that behind his frivolous gaze lay endless coldness and composure.

Chi Yuanhan observed the people around him without showing any emotion, thinking that the person who could have invited Mo Yu was probably in the private room.

The slip of paper in his hand was being rubbed. Could the Demon Lord really be trusted?

However, since the Demon Lord has agreed to help them, it is probably because of Elder Qingge's reputation. But it is impossible to guard against everything. Wen Ruyu looks like a very cunning person, so he must not underestimate him.

After a few rounds of drinks, he pushed open the window, looking down at the bustling street. Every vendor was shouting their wares. He carefully spread out his spiritual sense, watching every move inside the restaurant.

Suddenly, just a few meters away, a demonic aura blocked his advance. Chi Yuanhan narrowed his eyes and then noticed the clue on the opposite door.

It turned out that a prohibition had been placed on it long ago, and if he accidentally touched it, he would be exposed.

The Demon Lord—the people he sent out were so vigilant.

"Hey! Where are you going, Brother Chi? Aren't you going to have a few drinks with the brothers?"

"I'm going out for some fresh air to sober up, you guys continue, continue!"

He was blushing and grinning foolishly, looking completely drunk. His cronies knew he was about to pass out again, so they didn't stop him and just let him be.

There's no way he'll come back; he'll probably be dragged back to the mansion by the servants his mother sent.

The door was pushed open and then closed again; the drunkenness from before had long since vanished.

[Author's Note]

Sorry it's so late again [crying emoji]

Please don't get too hung up on the details of the plot and such. I will try my best to make it reasonable and complete, but I'm afraid my writing skills are not good enough to make it as exciting as I'd like. I apologize for that!

It might affect the reading experience, but I'll try my best!

Goodnight everyone! [Rabbit head with upright ears]