10 – Chapter
The Most Lethal Seduction is the Unintentional Kind
Mu Lingyan stared at the other’s smiling face, stubbornly detecting a hint of smug, boastful pride in it.
She offered a faint smile, her voice soft, charming, and haughty: “You’ve been doing well lately.”
Su Yue felt that after a few months apart, Mu Lingyan had somehow become much more captivating than before.
With a forced smile, she replied: “That’s good!”
Then, shifting the topic, she feigned pitifulness: “I was still worried that Senior Sister Mu might still hold a grudge over the broken engagement. After all, apologies have already been made. If Senior Sister Mu still blames us, I wouldn’t know what to do. But feelings are something one can’t control… Senior Brother Qingyu and I truly didn’t mean to embarrass Senior Sister Mu…”
Mu Lingyan internally: Hmph, I really want to give this sharp-tongued little girl a good smack.
Before Mu Lingyan could say anything, the black-robed man sitting opposite her spoke instead.
Yan Qing frowned, his tone stern: “Junior Sister, don’t speak such useless words.”
Su Yue gave an “oh,” clearly displeased at being publicly reprimanded by Yan Qing.
Shen Qingyu interjected at this point: “Brother Yan Qing, Yue’er has always been straightforward and adorable by nature. Speaking so loudly might frighten her.”
Hearing her fiancé defend her like this, Su Yue lowered her head happily, her little face flushed red.
Ruan Jiujiu, seeing Shen Qingyu fawning over Su Yue, muttered discontentedly under her breath.
“A lapdog siding with outsiders.”
“Pfft.” Ye Wanxing covered her mouth, shoulders shaking, nearly dying of laughter at her junior sister.
Mu Lingyan pinched her own thigh with two fingers to prevent herself from laughing out loud.
He Xuan remained expressionless as he sat at the front, seemingly unmoved by the conversation that had just taken place.
Only his gaze swept over Ruan Jiujiu, frightening her into pursing her lips tightly and saying nothing more.
“Ahem…” A light cough from True Venerable Taihe silenced everyone in the hall instantly.
All eyes lifted to look at this sect leader, one of the Boundless Continent’s powerhouses.
“In that case, Qingyu and Yue’er’s wedding shall be set for one month from now. What does Nephew Yan Qing think?”
Yan Qing stood up and cupped his hands in salute: “My master has instructed that if my junior sister is willing, it is entirely up to True Venerable Taihe to decide.”
“Yue’er, what do you think?” True Venerable Taihe asked Su Yue in the hall with a smile.
Su Yue twisted her silk handkerchief with her small hands, quickly glanced at Shen Qingyu, and replied shyly in a soft voice: “I… I am naturally willing.”
True Venerable Taihe chuckled: “Then it is settled.”
Regarding this joyous event between the Kunshan Sword Sect and the Cangwu Sect, True Venerable Taihe was in a very good mood, especially since Su Yue was the sect leader’s daughter.
His gaze was kind as he looked at Su Yue and smiled: “Yue’er, you and Qingyu haven’t seen each other for a long time. Stay and rest at Kun Mountain for a while longer.”
As it was inconvenient for a young woman to reply, Yan Qing accepted on behalf of his junior sister.
Then, True Venerable Taihe instructed Shen Qingyu to take Yan Qing and Su Yue to the guest peak.
Now, only He Xuan and his disciples remained in the Four Directions Hall.
True Venerable Taihe pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.
“The reason I kept you all behind is because there is one more matter. The Cangwu Sect’s head disciple, Yan Qing, wishes to propose marriage to Lingyan and asked me to inquire about Lingyan’s thoughts. What do you think, Junior Brother?”
Mu Lingyan: “!”
Ruan Jiujiu was even more shocked than Mu Lingyan.
“Ah? Yan Qing likes my senior sister?”
Ye Wanxing blurted out: “No way!”
Mu Lingyan internally: The situation is chaotic; let her sort it out.
She distinctly remembered she hadn’t written this plot. It was just that back then, as the male lead’s disciple, Mu Lingyan naturally had no shortage of admirers.
But Yan Qing only admired her slightly, so how could he suddenly propose marriage?
This pace was simply too fast!
The expressions of the few people in the hall varied. He Xuan lifted his teacup and took a sip.
“Elder Martial Brother Sect Master, this matter must be asked of Lingyan herself.”
With that said, the remaining people in the hall all turned their gazes toward Mu Lingyan.
Without a second thought, Mu Lingyan directly refused, “Sect Master, this disciple has no feelings for Yan Qing, so…”
“Very well, I understand.”
“Since that is the case and there are no other matters, you may all withdraw. I will personally speak with Yan Qing about the marriage proposal.”
Mu Lingyan bowed, “This disciple thanks the Sect Master!”
Yan Qing, still standing outside the hall, heard Mu Lingyan’s resolute refusal from within. His sword-like brows furrowed slightly, a hint of disappointment in his expression.
Su Yue wanted to rush in and scold Mu Lingyan for not knowing what was good for her, but Yan Qing firmly held her back.
The two of them pushed and pulled each other as they walked ahead to find Shen Qingyu.
Naturally, Mu Lingyan knew nothing of this.
Her mind was now filled with thoughts of her Master and her martial siblings.
The master and disciples returned to Worry-Free Peak, where Ruan Jiujiu and Ye Wanxing immediately ran off to play wildly.
Only He Xuan and Mu Lingyan remained in the hall.
He Xuan leaned lazily against the edge of the couch, tapping the table twice with his fingers, his voice calm.
“Disciple, your Master is thirsty.”
Mu Lingyan turned and went to pour tea for him, gently placing the porcelain-white teacup on the small table.
“Master, please have some tea—”
As she bent to place the teacup, a few strands of her dark hair slipped forward, their fragrance drifting into He Xuan’s nose.
He Xuan’s sword-like brows imperceptibly lowered, yet his eyes held a trace of amusement.
“This tea is quite good,” he said, then set down the teacup.
Mu Lingyan’s gaze was drawn to his long, flawless fingers.
Even the porcelain-white teacup was not as fair as He Xuan’s fingers.
Not only was she drawn to handsome faces, but she also happened to have a thing for beautiful hands.
Such clean, slender fingers.
They perfectly matched her aesthetic taste!
Truly worthy of being the male lead she had written.
Ah…
I like it…
“Disciple, your Master is hungry.” He Xuan withdrew his hand, his silk-like sleeve sliding down from his fair wrist.
On his wrist was tied a red string, from which hung an irregularly shaped piece of obsidian.
The contrast between white and red made it appear even more alluring and captivating.
Mu Lingyan suppressed the admiration in her eyes, “This disciple will prepare lunch for Master right away.”
Her movements were gentle as she slowly withdrew from the bedchamber.
Watching her graceful retreating figure, He Xuan, leaning against the edge of the couch, raised an eyebrow, a wicked and unrestrained smile spreading across his face.
Upright and righteous, devoted to the welfare of all living beings.
It was hard to imagine that these were words he had often spoken in the past.
But in his previous life, he had indeed been that foolish.
He Xuan slowly walked to the Spirit Pool behind the bedchamber, removed his robes, and immersed himself in the pool to begin regulating his breath and cultivating.
He had exhausted all his power to pull Mu Lingyan into the book, searched for the Six Harmonies Brush to rewrite this world, and only then gained a chance to start over.
After all these efforts,
his body was still in a state of damaged Spiritual Power.
Outwardly, he appeared to be a powerful Nascent Soul True Lord, but in reality, it was all an illusion.
Merely an empty shell.
Thus, he needed to seize every moment to cultivate.
With the experience from his previous life, his cultivation in this life was bound to advance even more rapidly.
…
Mu Lingyan hummed an unknown tune, leisurely making her way toward her small courtyard.
Her mind was still pondering how to make her Master praise her.
And how to engage in some intimate actions with him.
It was truly difficult…
The Sun-Moon Formation was something she absolutely had to obtain.
If one day both the immortal and demon realms turned their swords against her, only strength would secure her a place.
In the world of cultivation, the strong reigned supreme.
These eight words have already been carved into her blood and marrow.
Mu Lingyan walked back to the small courtyard and began preparing a meal.
When writing this novel, the male lead shared some of her aesthetic preferences.
For example, in terms of food tastes, since she herself loved eating fish, she naturally wrote that He Xuan also loved eating fish.
Thinking about it this way, the two of them were quite similar in certain aspects.
Mu Lingyan chuckled softly to herself.