Lin Fan tossed and turned, pondering how to deal with Long Aotian. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't sleep, so he got dressed and decided to go out for a walk to clear his head.
The snow had not yet melted, and with each step he took, he left deep footprints in the snow...
The cawing of crows could be heard from time to time, their voices hoarse and strange.
Unbeknownst to him, he had left the area of Youzhu Peak and then traveled on his sword, wandering through the various mountains of Qingxiao Sect. The cold wind swept over him, and he felt refreshed.
Huh?
As he passed through a remote mountain range, he heard the melodious sound of a zither drifting over. It was Youyue Peak, but the location was rather remote, some distance from the main peak.
"Who in their right mind would play the piano in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Lin Fan released his divine sense and extended it towards the direction of the zither playing. He had to admit that the zither music was quite beautiful.
As his divine sense landed on the mountain peak, it was dissolved by an invisible force.
The music contained a strong fluctuation of divine sense. It had no killing intent or specificity, yet he vaguely sensed a trace of danger.
This danger stems from instinct; it is a sense of awe and defense against the powerful unknown.
"At least at the Golden Core Realm or above." He secretly wondered if the Azure Cloud Sect had anyone skilled in playing the zither. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't recall anything about this person.
"They cultivate the sound of the zither yet remain unassuming and keep a low profile. It seems that the Qingxiao Sect still holds many secrets that I do not yet know."
After thinking for a while, driven by curiosity, he decided to go down and see which master was playing the piano.
The mountains were covered in silver, with snow covering the trees, and the pale white ice and snow could be vaguely seen in the starlight.
Lin Fan passed through dense forests. The view ahead gradually opened up, and he saw an elegant building built on a flat area of the mountain range. The building had carved railings, jade windows, and red latticework, and its style was quite elegant and refined.
A long corridor extends outwards, and at the end of the corridor is a pavilion where a person is playing the zither.
The person was facing away from him. There was no adornment on his head; his long, beautiful black hair cascaded down his back, flowing like a waterfall in the wind.
Her aura was very strong. Lin Fan quietly approached, but failed to sense her cultivation level.
"Um?"
Lin Fan looked up and saw a tall figure standing in front of the woman. The man had a handsome face, bright and piercing eyes as deep and vast as the starry sky, and a faint smile on his face, exuding confidence.
Upon seeing the person's face clearly, a slight look of surprise crossed his face.
Long Aotian?
This guy seems to be everywhere I go. Is he a woman's vacuum cleaner? He appears wherever there are women...
Without figuring out the relationship between the two, Lin Fan didn't dare to approach rashly. Instead, he hid in the shadows to observe. If this woman was an acquaintance of Long Aotian, or if she was part of his harem, she could join forces with him here to kill him without anyone knowing.
Long Aotian stared at the woman before him in amazement, finding her to be breathtakingly beautiful. He never expected that he would encounter such a stunning woman when he casually strolled around this place.
She was exceptionally beautiful, dressed in a light yellow dress, with an ethereal and otherworldly air, like a celestial being descended from heaven.
Her eyebrows were delicate and green, like willow leaves trimmed by the spring breeze in February. Her eyes held a tranquil and gentle gaze, like autumn water brimming with the ripples of water deep within an ancient well. They were profound and mysteriously alluring, making one feel that even a second glance would be a desecration.
Her slender, alabaster-white hands plucked the strings, and beautiful melodies drifted on the wind, ethereal, beautiful, and lingering. Each tremor of the strings seemed to tell an ancient and mysterious story.
Such unparalleled beauty could only be matched by Master Leng Xingyue; the other women were either slightly inferior or still young girls, retaining their childishness.
If Chu Yunying grows up, perhaps she can be on par with her.
She could attract attention just by sitting there; he was determined to have this fairy and win her over with his charm.
After watching the woman finish playing a piece, Long Aotian hurriedly straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and said politely, "I am Long Aotian, a disciple of Youzhu Peak. I heard a celestial music while strolling and, out of curiosity, came to see for myself. I hope the fairy will forgive my intrusion."
"Since you know you're disturbing us, leave. I won't pursue your trespassing!"
She didn't even lift her eyelids; her lips parted slightly, emitting a soft, ethereal sound.
"It was my fault for disturbing you, Fairy. I saw that you were living alone in this secluded place, and the music you played must have been lonely and cold. I fell in love with you at first sight. May I ask your name so that I can come and apologize to you?"
His expression was calm and composed. He understood that a great beauty of this caliber would initially be aloof and arrogant. Only after spending time together and becoming familiar with each other could he gradually lower her guard and enter her body.
“Young man, go back to where you came from. Even if Leng Xingyue came here, she wouldn’t dare to speak to me like that.” Her gaze was deep and unfathomable, and finally, some emotion flickered in her eyes.
"So it was her?" Lin Fan secretly changed his position and could vaguely see her face and hear her voice, recalling which great god this was!
Gongsun Yulong, an elder of Youyue Peak, dislikes socializing, has a solitary personality, prefers quiet and staying at home, and is an unpredictable person. She finds the formalities of dealing with people too troublesome and is unwilling to handle the affairs of Youyue Peak, so she chooses to live alone here.
Few know her true identity. Rumor has it that she is capricious, may not even give face to the sect leader, and is prone to being unreasonable.
Lin Fan had only met her once in his previous life. He had heard that she had been widowed for too long and was somewhat hostile towards men. She was an old woman who didn't know what love was.
She has lived for over two hundred years and is very fond of beauty. Once, a disciple met her for the first time and, because of his sharp tongue and vulgar language, ranked her as the third most beautiful woman in the Qingxiao Sect. As a result, he was beaten by her and couldn't get out of bed for a month.
It's just that it's unclear what methods Long Aotian used to conquer this eccentric old woman and eventually make her one of his concubines.
Lin Fan came to his senses. No wonder they hadn't met much in his previous life. They lived in such a remote place; just a few more steps and they would no longer be on Youyue Peak's territory.
"Who is it? Come out yourself!" Gongsun Yulong looked at the spot where Lin Fan was hiding and shouted coldly.
Long Aotian also curiously followed the direction of the gaze and saw Lin Fan slowly appear in his line of sight. The smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he became very ugly.
Why does he keep running into the people he hates wherever he goes? He wonders if Lin Fan is sick or monitoring his every move, which is why they happened to run into each other so coincidentally tonight.
That face was the one he least wanted to see in his life, the one he most wanted to tear apart.
"Lin Fan, are you perhaps following me?" Long Er Aotian clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth.
If Gongsun Yulong hadn't been watching, he would have really wanted to slap her to death.
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