Yan Xi’s voice echoed in Mo Yu’s mind.
“I didn’t notice it before, but now that my soul has recovered somewhat, I’ve discovered that little Wanqing is rather strange.”
“You mean the Flesh-and-Blood Puppet?” Mo Yu replied.
“Mm, you noticed too?” Yan Xi was quite surprised, a trace of astonishment in her voice.
After all, she had only seen through it after her soul had recovered to the Divine Transformation Realm.
Yet Mo Yu was only at the Golden Core Realm and had already discovered it?
“I guessed,” Mo Yu explained casually.
He could hardly tell her that he had a system.
Yan Xi was even more astonished upon hearing that.
To deduce such a thing from a few tiny details alone, this level of insight was truly remarkable.
“You’re improving faster and faster. Even in the Immortal Realm, someone like you would deserve the title of a heavenly genius.”
She praised him sincerely.
“It’s all thanks to Sister Yan Xi’s excellent teaching,” Mo Yu replied with a smile.
“You certainly know how to sweet-talk people.”
Yan Xi snorted softly, the corners of her lips rising slightly as a hint of pride appeared on her face.
Just then, a streak of green light tore through the sky and rushed toward Mo Yu, accompanied by a clear and pleasant voice.
“Little Martial Uncle, I’m here!”
The voice was melodious, like a mountain spring, carrying excitement that was impossible to conceal.
The green light landed before Mo Yu, revealing a graceful young woman.
Mo Yu immediately recognized her.
She was the person he had called over to help.
The number one beauty of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land’s Inner Sect, the chief disciple of Mystic Maiden Peak, Meng Lanyin.
She seemed to have dressed up carefully today.
She wore a snow-white gauze dress embroidered with exquisite blue patterns along the hem. As she moved, the dress swayed gently, revealing glimpses of her fair jade-like legs.
A crystal bracelet adorned her wrist, making her already flawless skin appear even fairer.
Her long hair was loosely tied with a silver ribbon, with a few loose strands framing her face, adding a touch of charm.
She walked toward him with graceful steps. Her eyes carried both shyness and anticipation, though she tried to appear calm. Her pure demeanor mixed with a hint of allure made hearts flutter.
At that moment, the system’s voice sounded.
[Detected Fated Woman of Destiny Meng Lanyin. Suppress her to receive rewards.]
[Name: Meng Lanyin.]
[Destiny: Purple.]
[Affection: 100 (Adoration).]
[Description: After being saved by Mo Yu several times, she has fallen deeply in love. Exceptionally gifted in the Dao of Music, especially skilled with the flute. Possesses the Nine-Curves Exquisite Physique. Although it has not yet awakened, she is still a top-grade cultivation furnace.]
[Detected that you have successfully intercepted the Fated Woman of Destiny, Meng Lanyin.]
[Meng Lanyin has completely fallen under your charm and willingly surrendered herself. As long as you invite her, she will gladly play the flute for you.]
[Villain Counterattack successful.]
[Reward: Immortal Artifact, Soul-Suppressing Flute.]
[You have successfully intercepted Mo Yu. He is likely heartbroken. Beginning destiny plunder.]
[Destiny plunder failed. Compensation automatically granted.]
[Destiny +1000.]
[Villain points +1000.]
System, is this flute-playing really as innocent as it sounds?
And does “Nine Curves” refer to the same “Nine Curves” as the Nine-Curved Corridor?
Mo Yu secretly complained inwardly.
As expected, Meng Lanyin was also a Fated Woman of Destiny.
And her affection toward him had actually reached one hundred?
That surprised him.
Thinking back to the times he had saved her, calling it “saving” was perhaps not entirely accurate.
It was more like…
Everyone retreat. Let me enjoy this opportunity alone!
There were always certain trump cards that could not be shown to others and could only be used when nobody was around.
Yet in the eyes of other disciples, he had selflessly stayed behind to protect his companions, moved the heavens with his sacrifice, and survived by sheer luck.
His attention shifted to the Soul-Suppressing Flute inside the system space.
The flute was carved entirely from green jade. Faint streams of light flowed across its surface, and ancient runes were engraved along its body. Simply looking at it brought peace to one’s mind.
It could attack, defend, suppress souls, and provide support. It was an exceptionally versatile treasure.
Most importantly, it was an Immortal Artifact.
Incredibly powerful.
One had to know that the entire Heavenly Mystic Continent possessed only a handful of Immortal Artifacts.
Even when they existed, they were treasured heirlooms hidden away by the great superpowers.
Unfortunately, he knew nothing about this path.
Still, it did not matter. With an Immortal Artifact of this level, even blowing into it randomly would produce results.
While he was thinking, Meng Lanyin had already wrapped herself around his arm. Her rosy lips pouted slightly, carrying equal parts grievance and coquettishness.
“Little Martial Uncle, you ignored me. I rushed over the moment I received your message.”
Feeling the soft warmth pressing against his arm, Mo Yu finally came back to his senses.
His gaze lowered slightly.
Whether intentionally or not, from this angle he could easily glimpse the scenery hidden beneath her collar.
Her graceful neck was smooth as velvet, her skin flawless as jade, and her collarbones exquisitely delicate.
A faint, intoxicating fragrance drifted from her neckline, so pleasant that even a bee seemed drawn toward it.
Mo Yu quickly shifted his gaze away, steadied his mind, and smiled.
“It’s because you’re too beautiful. I was so captivated that I forgot to respond.”
Hearing his praise and noticing his gaze, Meng Lanyin was delighted inside, though she maintained a composed expression outwardly.
“I’ll count that as a good answer,” she huffed softly, her voice sweet enough to melt bones. “I’ll forgive you this time.”
Little Martial Uncle said I’m beautiful. Does that mean he likes me?
Sure enough, Wanqing was right. I have to take the initiative!
Mo Yu felt himself beginning to sink.
What man could withstand a test like this?
If he had transmigrated into a fantasy world and did not build a harem, wouldn’t that be a wasted opportunity?
As the Heaven-Defying Cannon God once said:
“The ultimate goals of a man’s life are nothing more than two things: conquering the world and conquering women. Conquering the world gives one enough height in life, while conquering women adds scenery to that journey.
“If you cannot conquer the woman you wish to conquer, then even if you conquer the entire world, you will still stand alone atop a solitary peak, surrounded only by loneliness.”
Seeing Mo Yu’s reaction, Meng Lanyin became even happier.
Little Martial Uncle must be attracted to me!
If he confessed right now, should I agree immediately? Or should I act reserved before agreeing?
Mo Yu forcibly suppressed the agitation in his heart and coughed lightly.
“I asked you to come because I need your help with something.”
He reminded himself that Chu Yuli was still wandering around nearby. He could not let a child see anything inappropriate.
A trace of disappointment flashed through Meng Lanyin’s beautiful eyes, but her voice remained sweet.
“Little Martial Uncle, that sounds so distant. What’s our relationship? No matter what you ask of me, I’ll agree.”
Inwardly, she added that even if he wanted to sleep together, she would agree.
The thought caused a charming blush to spread across her fair skin, making her look even more alluring.
“Recently, I accepted a disciple. I’d like you to help her complete the registration procedures for joining the sect,” Mo Yu said seriously.
“Mm, alright. But before that…”
Meng Lanyin removed a jade flute from her waist, her voice gentle and pleasant.
“I recently learned a new piece. It sounds wonderful. Let me play it for you.”
Her eyes were filled with anticipation as she looked directly at Mo Yu.
Mo Yu coughed lightly. “Another day. I still have some things to take care of right now.”
“Then… tonight?” Meng Lanyin persisted. Her hopeful eyes remained fixed on him. “Tonight, I’ll come to your room and play a piece for you. Alright?”