Perfected Wuyan finally could no longer ignore that snow-white small beast nestled in Yan Lin’s arms. With his level of experience, he actually could not tell what kind of demonic creature it was.
If it were an ordinary spiritual demon, it would be fine; there were disciples within the sect who kept such creatures as pets. He only feared it was something in disguise that might cause harm to Lin’er.
During these days at the Taixu Sect, Perfected Wuyan had truly come to realize how serious the matter of the Abyssal Demon Realm was, to the point that his nerves had become somewhat sensitive.
However, it must be said that Perfected Wuyan’s words were prophetic. That truly was no ordinary demonic creature, but the very one he dreaded from within the Abyss the strongest and highest-ranking Demon King.
To have entered the Taixu Sect, which housed several great cultivators of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, so grandly and openly, could be called the height of audacity. But perhaps to the Abyssal King, the concepts of dread and fear were never understood; he was simply used to acting willfully.
Regarding Perfected Wuyan’s suspicions, Yan Lin simply grabbed the snow-white small beast by the scruff of its neck and dangled it in the air.
“You mean this? I picked it up.”
The small beast being dangled curled its limbs, its pair of large, round eyes appearing exceptionally innocent and harmless.
Perfected Wuyan looked it over carefully for a few moments, still instructing with some unease: “It is better not to keep a demonic creature of such unknown origins by your side for long.”
Thinking that Lin’er liked it and wanted to raise a pet, he added: “When we return to the sect, Father will personally catch a high-quality spiritual beast for you.”
With a Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivator taking action, what kind of spiritual beast would not be easily obtained?
Yan Lin could only nod perfunctorily for the time being.
But the Abyssal King, hearing this, was displeased. What? He wasn’t “high-quality” enough? If anyone dared to demand he show himself in this form, not even their dregs would remain.
However, in front of the little fellow, Bai Si found it inconvenient to expose anything. He merely turned his head to break free from the hand holding him, then scurried up to the little fellow’s shoulder in a flash, rubbing against him affectionately.
Unsurprisingly, he received another gaze filled with murderous intent. The Abyssal King narrowed his eyes with pleasure.
Perfected Wuyan paused slightly; he hadn’t expected this demonic creature’s intelligence to be quite so high. Could it be the cub of some divine beast?
Perfected Wuyan speculated thus, feeling somewhat uncertain, but seeing how much Lin’er seemed to like it, he said no more, thinking to investigate the origins of this creature later.
After some small talk, Yan Lin finally stated his purpose.
“You want to go to the Penglai Immortal Realm?”
Perfected Wuyan’s first reaction was to refuse. Not to mention he had just come from the celestial terrace and learned that the Abyss Seal was loosening again the reaction being more violent than ever indicating that the opened abyssal rift this time was far more serious than before.
Moreover, the place where the abyssal rift opened this time happened to be in the East Sea, near the Penglai Immortal Realm. No matter what, it was impossible to let Lin’er go to such a dangerous place.
However, before Perfected Wuyan could refuse, Yan Lin, having long since predicted his prediction, suddenly widened his eyes piteously, looking at Perfected Wuyan with immense expectation, making it almost impossible to bear pushing him away.
“Father, you won’t refuse me, right?”
A double critical hit.
Perfected Wuyan: “…”
At this moment, Yan Li, who had remained silent all along, stepped forward and spoke: “Please rest assured, Master. This disciple will certainly protect the Senior Brother well.”
Perfected Wuyan, who had nowhere to vent his frustration, suddenly found an outlet and turned to glare at him.
Yet Yan Li remained as immovable as a mountain, his quiet eyes looking straight at Perfected Wuyan.
One was the precious son he had pampered since childhood, and the other was his precious son’s savior. What else could Perfected Wuyan do? He could only let out a long sigh and finally relented.
But just in case, Perfected Wuyan still gave a thousand instructions and ten thousand warnings, forbidding Yan Lin from approaching the East Sea. If he wanted to play in the Penglai Immortal Realm, he had to stay strictly within the realm. He was truly a devoted old father.
Seeing him so wary of the East Sea, Yan Lin couldn’t help but curiously mention, “What’s wrong with the East Sea?” only to receive a huff and a glare from Perfected Wuyan, who wouldn’t say what was wrong with the East Sea, only saying: “If you want to go to the Penglai Immortal Realm, then listen to your Father’s words!”
Little did he know, the more Perfected Wuyan spoke like this, the more curiosity would get the better of a “naughty child.”
Yan Lin thus nodded perfunctorily again, thinking to himself that as soon as he reached the Penglai Immortal Realm, he would slip away immediately. Right now, he was just securing a boat ticket first.
Seeing Yan Lin’s obedient appearance, Perfected Wuyan felt a bit more relieved. He then called over his “cheap” disciple and gave another round of instructions—which were nothing more than telling him to watch Lin’er and not let him dream of secretly running off to the East Sea.
A faint smile surfaced in his eyes as Yan Li gazed at his Senior Brother, as if speaking to Perfected Wuyan, yet also as if talking to himself:
“I will not let my Senior Brother encounter any danger.”
Then his gaze shifted, landing on the snow-white small beast disguised as the Abyssal King. The smile in his eyes turned into sharp ice in an instant, stabbing into the other party repeatedly.
However, to the Abyssal King, this kind of gaze was neither painful nor itchy; he was even very happy to see it. Indeed, the decision to transform into his juvenile true form was a very correct one, the Abyssal King affirmed once again with immense pleasure.
Since Yan Lin had obtained Perfected Wuyan’s approval and successfully got the boat ticket, it was not yet time for the flying boat to head to the Penglai Immortal Realm; they still needed to wait for about ten days.
Of course, the Taixu Sect, having deduced the location of the rift early on, had sent disciples to the East Sea to keep watch. However, because the East Sea region was too vast and the location of the Penglai Immortal Realm was too remote, requiring a flying boat to reach, the Taixu Sect disciples could only circle around the outskirts of the East Sea and had not discovered any traces of the rift for several days.
Meanwhile, within the Taixu Sect, Yan Lin and Yan Li were temporarily settled down. Naturally, they had one room each; a sect as grand as the Taixu Sect would certainly not be so stingy as to lack guest rooms.
However, the snow-white small beast, being treated as a pet, naturally followed Yan Lin. This made a certain protagonist, who knew the small beast’s true identity and was overcome with jealousy, very unhappy.
However, Yan Lin, who was planning to utilize this Abyssal King, would naturally not let the small beast leave his side.
Thus, in the end, the Abyssal King disguised in his juvenile form took a victor’s posture, poking his head out from Yan Lin’s shoulder and shooting a triumphant look at Yan Li, who had a dark face.
The Taixu Sect would certainly not be harsh to any guest. In fact, upon entering the room, one would find it quite extraordinary inside. Bypassing the screen, a hot spring emitting dense spiritual energy came into view.
One second he was being triumphant, the next the snow-white small beast was ruthlessly tossed to the ground. Immediately after, layers of robes were draped over him. After struggling out of the pile of clothing, he looked up to see a hazy figure, wearing only a faintly transparent white inner garment, disappearing behind the screen.
The snow-white small beast paused weirdly, then suddenly started walking as if to follow inside.
In the next second, he was hoisted up by the scruff of his neck. He didn’t react or rather, something had attracted his attention to the extent that he didn’t even notice someone approaching him.
The snow-white small beast tilted his head back somewhat stiffly. What met his eyes was that incredibly sinister face he had provoked a few seconds ago. It hadn’t changed a bit; those cold, dead eyes were staring straight into his eyes.
Yan Li narrowed his eyes, looking down from a height, enunciating each word: “What. Do. You. Want. To. Do you think so? Hmm?”
Clearly, he had seen everything.
Bai Si felt that long-lost sensation of a life-threatening tremor; under that gaze, a cold sweat almost broke out.
However, Bai Si grinned. With a surge of strength, he broke free from the other’s hand, landing among the clothes Yan Lin had thrown down. Squatting there, he cast a sidelong glance at the screen, as if trying to peer through that barrier to see the figure inside.
Yan Li’s gaze grew a few degrees colder, even faintly sparking with murderous intent. Fortunately, Bai Si withdrew his gaze in time, seemingly having gauged the edge of Yan Li’s breaking point. He leisurely rounded his two eyes, which looked exceptionally innocent, and answered:
“I wasn’t thinking of anything.”
Only after a long while did a cold snort emerge from deep in his throat. Yan Li sneered: “It had better be so.”
Having said that, he stood outside the screen like a guardian deity, remaining absolutely motionless.
Bai Si could only slump regretfully in the pile of Yan Lin’s clothes. He was about to take a deep breath, but in the next moment, his body suddenly flew into the air. This time he was prepared and ready to defend, so he wasn’t captured defenselessly like before.
However, Yan Li merely swiped him away and made no further move.
Bai Si: “…”
He turned to look at the pile of clothes clearly belonging to Yan Lin, then looked at his dear yet cold and ruthless collaborator, his expression gradually becoming playful.
Suddenly, he leaned closer to Yan Li, his gaze darting toward the screen as he suggested: “Your beloved is right before your eyes. Could it be that you aren’t the least bit moved? Don’t you want to… go in and have a look?”
A taboo seal had been set here the moment Yan Li appeared, so the two could converse so recklessly without being noticed by Yan Lin behind the screen.
Yan Li opened his eyes and glanced at the Abyssal King, who was still in his juvenile true form. No one knew that his divine sense had already rounded behind the screen, into that hot spring emitting dense spiritual energy, toward that looming figure…
After a long while, he slightly lowered his eyelids, his Adam’s apple bobbing almost imperceptibly as he said indifferently: “Don’t meddle.”
But Bai Si’s eyes rolled; he wouldn’t give up and teased: “Could it be that you’re afraid of being kicked out? Don’t worry, with me here, I’ll make him unable to notice your presence, and then you can stay inside as a matter of course… How about it?”
He was tempting him, yet his words implied that he intended to go in as well.
Yan Li’s eyes narrowed slightly again, looking somewhat tempted. Bai Si was about to press his advantage when an arm suddenly reached out. Moving much faster than him, it grabbed him, hoisted him up, and abruptly threw him out of the room through the window.
Bai Si… did a somersault on the open ground outside the room before stopping. He turned his head, his eyes faintly spitting fire, but then it all suddenly turned into malicious playfulness.
However, just as he wanted to return to the room, he crashed into an invisible wall, unable to move a single step.
Inside the room, Yan Li, who was just placing a flag on the door, suddenly heard a movement behind him. Turning around, he came face-to-face with Yan Lin, who had just emerged from the hot spring.
Raven-black hair was dripping wet, long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a crystal drop of water could be seen rolling down the side of his beautifully lined face, following his fair neck to gather in the hollow of his exquisite collarbone, eventually disappearing into the semi-transparent inner garment he had not yet changed…
What a fine portrait of a beautiful man emerging from a bath.
Yan Lin: …Why is the protagonist in his room? Where is that “shield,” the Abyssal King??