How could someone from the Immortal Sect dress in such a scandalous and indecent manner?
The routes of treasure-class flying ships are all engraved within magic arrays, and the ships will automatically navigate to Worry-Free Peak.
The Kunshan Sword Sect consists of five major peaks and twelve minor peaks.
The major peaks are where Nascent Soul True Lords establish their cave dwellings, as the spiritual energy at their summits is more concentrated. The twelve minor peaks, on the other hand, serve as optional residences for Golden Core True Persons.
For individuals like Mu Lingyan, after advancing in cultivation, they can choose to establish their own cave dwellings or continue staying here.
If the master-disciple relationship is good, they can continue living with their master.
The flying ship came to a stop…
After Mu Lingyan descended with a light leap, her small mouth remained agape.
Beneath her feet stretched a mountain covered in apricot blossoms, with dense spiritual energy enveloping the peak.
Halfway up the mountain, a small waterfall flowed, and upon closer inspection, she realized the cascading water was actually spiritual spring water.
If not for the author herself transmigrating into this world, she would never have known how breathtakingly beautiful the fictional world she had created truly was.
She looked around, momentarily dazzled by the sight.
Like a country bumpkin…
“Senior Sister! You’re back!”
Behind her came Ruan Jiujiu’s cheerful voice.
Mu Lingyan turned around with a gentle smile, causing Ruan Jiujiu’s bouncing steps to halt. After a brief moment of stunned silence, Ruan Jiujiu blushed and said,
“Senior Sister, please don’t smile at me!”
Mu Lingyan’s eyes held a questioning look: “Hmm?”
“When you smile, Senior Sister, my little heart starts pounding!” Ruan Jiujiu exclaimed, dramatically patting her chest as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Pfft,” Mu Lingyan couldn’t help but laugh, and Ruan Jiujiu, her face flushed bright red, turned and ran away.
People in the sect had never been fond of the senior sister’s appearance, often feeling she didn’t resemble a cultivator but rather a bewitching demon who could enchant hearts.
But Ruan Jiujiu didn’t think so.
Beauty was beauty—why should even appearance be divided into good and evil?
Watching her junior sister’s innocent and lively retreating figure, Mu Lingyan’s heart and eyes overflowed with joy.
Worry-Free Peak was truly wonderful…
Mu Lingyan turned and entered He Xuan’s palace.
The furnishings inside the palace were as simple and understated as he was, yet carried a subtle sense of refinement.
Especially the cold jade bed in the bedchamber, which was priceless beyond measure.
After wandering around, Mu Lingyan returned to her own residence—a small pavilion located just below the peak. Standing before the stove in the courtyard, she paused in deep thought.
He Xuan loved apricot blossoms and also enjoyed eating apricot blossom cakes.
This stemmed from his childhood before he began cultivating. The couple who adopted him had apricot trees in their courtyard, and during the season of apricot blossoms and light rain, they would make apricot blossom cakes for him.
As the author of this book, Mu Lingyan felt that even without the System, her golden finger was undoubtedly powerful.
After all, who could understand the important details of this book better than she, the author?
Although she had forgotten “a tiny bit” of the plot!
But perhaps it wasn’t a big problem?
Humming a tune, Mu Lingyan busied herself at the stove, making He Xuan’s favorite apricot blossom cakes.
After finishing, she carried the food box toward the peak, intending to deliver it to her master.
Just a few stone steps away, she overheard a conversation from the peak.
“Senior Brother He Xuan, was your journey to the Demon Realm arduous?”
The voice was clear and cool, yet filled with obvious concern.
Mu Lingyan, holding the food box, stopped in her tracks, feeling somewhat awkward, neither advancing nor retreating.
“Tolerable,” He Xuan replied in a flat tone.
After a long silence with no one speaking, only He Xuan’s voice was heard again: “Junior Sister Yue He, is there anything else?”
Yue He?
So the one speaking with her master was Yue He, the Immortal Maiden from Bright Moon Peak.
In the novel, she was an important antagonistic character who turned from love to hatred toward He Xuan and nearly caused him to be expelled from the sect.
“Senior Brother He Xuan, I…”
The other party’s tone sounded like a confession, and Mu Lingyan could no longer sit still.
Since she had already transmigrated into the book, how could she let her precious male protagonist go through such a thing again!
Mu Lingyan picked up the food box and walked directly to the peak.
The two people standing in front of the palace turned their heads at the sound of footsteps.
Both were dressed in the plain white robes of the sect, exuding an immortal demeanor.
Mu Lingyan smiled and curtsied in a sect greeting.
“Lingyan greets Elder Yue He.” Then she turned slightly and said to He Xuan, “Greetings, Master.”
He Xuan lowered his eyelashes and nodded indifferently.
Yue He, who had been gentle with He Xuan just moments before, now looked at Mu Lingyan with disdain, her eyes full of criticism.
Her willow-like eyebrows furrowed, and her tone turned icy.
“How can one dress so provocatively in the Immortal Sect? What difference is there from those demonesses of the Demon Realm? It’s truly unsightly and indecent!”
Mu Lingyan: She looked down.
Wasn’t it just her beautiful legs faintly visible beneath the red gauze?
Wasn’t it just her slender waist tightly cinched, accentuating her full and perky bosom?
What was the problem?
Before transmigrating, she often wore crop tops and backless outfits!
Mu Lingyan wasn’t angry. She placed the food box on the stone table in the courtyard and smiled. “Elder Yue He speaks wisely. Lingyan doesn’t usually dress like this, but when going on a mission to the Demon Realm, naturally, I must dress no differently from the demonesses you speak of.”
At this point, she paused and looked at He Xuan, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear with slender fingers.
“Master, I’ve prepared your favorite apricot blossom glutinous rice cakes. Would you like to try some?”
He Xuan waved his sleeve and sat at the stone table.
“Thank you for your trouble, disciple.”
The intimate behavior between master and disciple made Yue He seem more and more like an outsider.
Mu Lingyan took out the pastries one by one and placed them on a plain white porcelain plate.
She pushed it toward He Xuan, her slightly upturned phoenix eyes curved as she said sweetly, “Master, try it quickly.”
He Xuan’s slender fingers brushed over the apricot blossom cake, and as he withdrew his hand, his fingertips touched the soft skin on the back of Mu Lingyan’s hand.
Causing her fingertips to tremble slightly.
Mu Lingyan looked up at the man sitting opposite her, whose appearance was as flawless as jade.
His expression remained unchanged, as if the flirtatious gesture had been nothing more than an unintentional movement.
He Xuan took small bites of the apricot blossom cake, his movements elegant, not like someone who had been abandoned in the streets since childhood, but more like a noble young master from an aristocratic family with impeccable upbringing.
Pulling back her wandering thoughts.
Mu Lingyan decided to treat the fleeting skin contact as unintentional on his part.
A soft sigh escaped her cherry lips.
He Xuan raised his right eyebrow slightly, his voice clear and pleasant, like the sound of jade striking jade.
“Why is my disciple sighing?”
Mu Lingyan grumbled inwardly, why was she sighing?
Of course, it was because she regretted writing him as an iron tree.
No fairy or demoness could make him bloom.
But she said aloud, “It’s nothing, Master.”
Mu Lingyan didn’t want to offend Yue He too much, so after attending to He Xuan, she turned to greet Yue He.
“Elder Yue He, would you like to try this apricot blossom cake? I made it with apricot blossoms I just picked.”
Yue He pursed her lips, her gaze unfriendly.
She knew she couldn’t confess her feelings to He Xuan today, and the atmosphere had already been ruined by Mu Lingyan’s sudden appearance.
She put on an air of superiority and said haughtily, “No need. When it comes to pastries, how could they compare to those from my Bright Moon Peak?”
Then she turned around, her attitude completely changed, her beautiful eyes filled with affection as she gazed at He Xuan.
Her ability to change expressions was nothing short of miraculous.
“Senior Brother He Xuan, when you have time someday, come visit me at Bright Moon Peak. The honey jujube cakes I make are much better than these unappetizing-looking apricot blossom cakes.”
Mu Lingyan: He Xuan raised an eyebrow. “No need, Lingyan’s apricot blossom cakes suit my taste better.”
Mu Lingyan smiled contentedly.
Before leaving, Yue He glared fiercely at Mu Lingyan.
Seeing this, He Xuan was also satisfied.