"Xiuyun..." The man's voice came from far away and finally sounded in He Jingjing's ears.
When He Jingjing opened her eyes, she saw Taoist Lingyun with a smile on his face.
Taoist Lingyun was wearing a light green brocade robe embroidered with gold cloud patterns today. The wooden hairpin that held his hair in a bun was replaced with a jade crown, and the long beard on his chin was gone, making him look at least ten years younger.
It can be said that the Taoist Lingyun that He Jingjing saw in the past was a middle-aged uncle in his forties, but today's Taoist Lingyun looks like a handsome young man in his twenties.
He Jingjing glanced around the room but did not find Wu Xiuyun. Instead, she saw a very conspicuous rosewood treasure cabinet. The blue and white porcelain plate on the treasure cabinet was Wu Xiuyun's favorite. He Jingjing often saw Wu Xiuyun staring at the blue and white porcelain plate.
How had she ended up sleeping in Wu Xiuyun's room? Would the Sect Master accuse her of being disrespectful and kill her? He Jingjing couldn't help but panic. She wanted to crawl off the bed and kneel on the ground, begging Taoist Lingyun for mercy. After all, Taoist Lingyun was not Lin Muchen. If Lin Muchen disliked He Jingjing, he would at most grumble a few words in front of Wu Xiuyun. But Taoist Lingyun was a ruthless star who could kill anyone he disliked with a single wave of his hand.
Taoist Lingyun smiled brightly and said to He Jingjing, "Xiuyun, your master is here. I know you are a considerate person. For so many years, I have treated you like a treasure. Now, you are willing to repay me willingly. It is a blessing for both you and me."
He Jingjing then realized something was amiss. Taoist Lingyun was talking to Wu Xiuyun, so why was he addressing her face? She wasn't Wu Xiuyun.
And...what was that rippled look on Taoist Lingyun's face? Wasn't he Aunt Xiuyun's master? He Jingjing remembered that every time Taoist Lingyun came to Wu Xiuyun's courtyard, he would look at her with disgust.
"Hmm..." He Jingjing wanted to speak, but found that she couldn't open her mouth.
Taoist Lingyun stared at He Jingjing with a look of excitement, melancholy, and seemingly infinite joy.
He Jingjing was very anxious. Could it be that Taoist Lingyun mistook her for Wu Xiuyun? The two of them were not even remotely similar!
In Taoist Lingyun's eyes, the person sleeping on the bed was not He Jingjing, but Wu Xiuyun, whom he had been thinking about for a long time. He Jingjing couldn't speak, and only uttered those "hmm" words. Taoist Lingyun heard it, but he thought Wu Xiuyun agreed to his proposal and was lying on the bed shyly inviting him.
"Xiuyun, as long as you are willing to offer your Yuan Yin to me, I will never let you down after I form my Yuan Ying..." Taoist Lingyun felt relieved. He turned around and stood in front of the window. In his eyes, the sky in front of him automatically became the sky where he was about to realize his ambitions.
He Jingjing was shocked, realizing that she was completely naked beneath the quilt. He Jingjing wasn't stupid. If she hadn't realized something was wrong at this point, she might as well have died. Who was it? Was it Wu Xiuyun who had transformed her into her? Was she just being Wu Xiuyun's substitute, "serving" the thief Ling Yun?
He Jingjing wanted to escape, but found that she couldn't move a single word. She wanted to curse, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Taoist Lingyun turned around and sat down beside the bed. Seeing the panic in He Jingjing's eyes, he quickly reached out a hand to touch He Jingjing's face and comforted her, "Xiuyun, don't be afraid. I am here for you. Your cultivation will not be lost in vain. During the dual cultivation, you can pass on your cultivation to me, and I will pass it back to you. You just need to trust me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Lingyun started to take off his clothes.
Yuan Yin? Dual cultivation? He Jingjing was no longer a newbie cultivator who had just arrived at the Yushan Sect. From what Taoist Lingyun had said, He Jingjing understood her future fate. Seeing that she was already a fish on someone else's chopping block, she simply closed her eyes, believing that out of sight, out of mind.
Taoist Lingyun lifted the quilt and saw the naked "Wu Xiuyun". He couldn't help but let down his guard. If it weren't for the fact that his "secret method" said that the essence and power willingly donated by female cultivators were many times more effective than those forcibly plundered, Taoist Lingyun would not have lowered himself so much to deceive "Wu Xiuyun".
"Xiuyun, have you taken the elixir your master gave you yesterday? It's good for your health." Taoist Lingyun paused, his arrow on the string, and asked. The elixir was crafted from the blood of two black snakes from the "Forest of Death," each with a hint of dragon bloodline, along with a host of precious medicinal herbs. Taking this elixir wouldn't benefit a female cultivator as Taoist Lingyun claimed, but would instead stimulate a surge of spiritual energy within her. During dual cultivation, she would lose control of her own spiritual energy, allowing the other cultivator to absorb it.
He Jingjing didn't know what kind of elixir Taoist Lingyun was talking about. Anyway, she had already reached this point, so she just closed her eyes and responded randomly. Two lines of tears trickled down her face. He Jingjing regretted that she shouldn't have come to the Yushan Sect and she shouldn't have trusted Wu Xiuyun.
"Hehehe..." Taoist Lingyun chuckled. Thinking that after today, he would be able to break through the bottleneck of the Golden Core, Taoist Lingyun's heart was burning with excitement.
Just when He Jingjing thought she was doomed, "You evil beast, how dare you? Ah~!" Taoist Lingyun shouted angrily and then fainted on He Jingjing.
He Jingjing opened her eyes when Taoist Lingyun yelled, and saw a black mist wrapped around Taoist Lingyun's head and rolling. After a few minutes, the black mist drifted out of the window.
He Jingjing was stunned by this sudden change. She lay there motionless, like a "living dead." After a burst of hurried footsteps, a man and a woman appeared at the door. One was Wu Xiuyun, and the other was Wu Xiuyun's second senior brother Liu Jingyu.
Seeing Taoist Lingyun fainted on the bed, Liu Jingyu smiled coldly and threw a rope from his hand. The rope seemed to have life, and after tying Taoist Lingyun tightly, he moved Taoist Lingyun from the bed to the ground.
Wu Xiuyun saw how miserable He Jingjing looked, frowned, and with a wave of her hand, she covered He Jingjing's body with the quilt again.
"Junior sister, she's just a servant disciple, why do you care about her?" Liu Jingyu was a little unhappy. He thought Wu Xiuyun would praise him immediately, but he didn't expect that the first thing Wu Xiuyun did after entering the room was to take care of He Jingjing.
"Second Brother, Jingjing is innocent. We transformed her into my appearance to paralyze the master here. We can't take her life after taking advantage of her..." Wu Xiuyun understood what Liu Jingyu meant. Liu Jingyu should be thinking of killing He Jingjing to silence her.
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