“Kukuku, fairies are the most vengeful creatures. First thing in the morning, you’ve already got my blood boiling.”
The fox cub darted up Lin Wu’s pant leg, nestling itself back onto its beloved disciple, adding another masterpiece to its collection—this one titled Iceheart Lotus Caress.
Lin Wu swirled the viscous liquid inside the bottle, falling into deep thought.
Xue Yan had cultivated to the Ice Lotus Realm; even her blood had turned blue—a stunning sight.
“This stuff’s not much use to me, but it’s a real tonic for Little White Lotus. Maybe it’ll even nurture her into a Red Lotus?”
Mu Bingxin was naturally cautious. If she wouldn’t suck my blood, then it’s the same if I suck hers.
“Surely the Sect Master Fairy must be hungry by now? Eat up—a full belly gives you strength, you know.”
Lin Wu curled his lips. After finishing off the Red Lotus Tribulation Power, he planned to stroll around Xia He Hall and prod that old loli to get to work.
Those two gluttons spent all day throwing flirtatious looks, clearly just eyeing up my small frame.
Better to squeeze out more blood and give it to Mu Bingxin to drink—beats anything else!
As soon as he stepped out the door, a White Lotus personal disciple rode in on her artifact. It was the same one he’d seen the other day—Elder Dongling’s foremost disciple.
“Junior Brother Lin, why are you still so relaxed? Elder has summoned all White Lotus disciples of Dongling Hall to assemble at Qinglian Arena.”
“What for?”
“Why, to participate in the Sect Grand Tournament, of course! With your extraordinary talent, having only joined for less than half a year and already given such an honor, shouldn’t you hurry and come with me?”
Sect Grand Tournament?
Lin Wu shook his head, uninterested.
Instead of playing house with a bunch of brats, it’d be better to stay home and sneak up on another Red Lotus Elder.
Noticing his lack of enthusiasm, the girl teased, “Every White Lotus personal disciple from the ten halls must attend—no exceptions. Junior Sister Yun has been quite favored by Elder Qinghan lately, and alchemists are the most sought-after. If you don’t play a proper Flower Guardian, someone might snatch her away!”
“Uh.”
Lin Wu’s brows relaxed, and he gave a carefree smile, summoning his artifact to soar into the sky.
Yuqian was only second-grade, still carried the fairy’s fragrance, and had just rendered great service.
“Thank you for the reminder, Senior Sister.”
Alright, guess I’ll play along with Little White Lotus.
As for merit and Ling Shi rewards—I’m not interested. The point is not to let the audience get bored; gotta give the fairy a new show every day.
As long as it’s pampering Mu Bingxin hasn’t experienced, Lin Wu was happy to oblige Yun Mengyao.
Just hide out in your cave residence and spy all you want—you won’t say a word when you see this!
Whenever the fairy gets mad, she starts scolding. Once she starts scolding, her mouth goes dry, and then she binge eats and drinks.
Getting drunk is only a matter of time~
When he reached the Qinglian Arena on the outer peak of Divine Lady Mountain, Lin Wu realized most of the disciples from Snow Lotus Sect had already gathered; he was the only one completely oblivious.
His thoughts were all wrapped up in scheming against the fairy, barely paying attention to major sect matters.
Hundreds of White Lotus disciples from the ten halls stood behind their respective Red Lotus Elders, while even more Qinglian disciples who had registered filled the place to overflowing.
If you did well in the tournament and caught the eye of any elder, you could be promoted to White Lotus status.
“There really are plenty of talented people in Snow Lotus Sect.”
Lin Wu quietly inquired about the rules from his senior sister.
The snowy peaks of Kunlun stretched endlessly, containing the Four Great Caves within and the Ten Minor Blessed Lands without.
The Four Great Caves were perilous; every year countless Immortal Alliance cultivators perished inside, but fortune came with risk.
The Ten Minor Blessed Lands were comparatively safer. Kunlun Snow Lotus Sect had a natural advantage, with the ten elders each controlling an entrance to a Mystic Realm.
Every year during the Sect Grand Tournament, Snow Lotus Sect would open one such realm for free as a trial for the disciples—a special benefit.
Your results depended on how long you could last inside and how many rare treasures you could bring out.
With luck, if you managed to bring out something rare to offer an elder, you could live off the benefits for years, drinking Qinglian blood outside.
“This year it’s Cold Rain Blessed Land opening. Be extra careful, take care of yourselves, and remember—don’t meddle in other people’s business!”
Elder Dongling gave a cold snort, having overheard their private chat, and shot Lin Wu a menacing glare.
“Yes, Master.”
Disciples of Dongling Hall covered their mouths, snickering, thinking their master was jealous and specially warning Junior Brother Lin not to get too close to the flower of Qinghan Hall.
Lin Wu whistled and looked away, pretending not to hear.
The emperor isn’t anxious, but the eunuch is~
The loyal dog of the Sect Leader had hinted more than once that Lin Wu should keep himself clean and cease his scandalous behavior.
Every day, seeing those two so lovey-dovey—who knows if Mu Bingxin was truly annoyed, but Dongling was sweating bullets, terrified the Sect Leader would punish her first.
What a promising youth—how could he suddenly not even know how to mooch off a woman?
The golden path to immortality is right in front of you!
“The auspicious hour has arrived!”
A short-haired woman in red barked out crisply, transforming into a crimson streak and shooting toward the snowy mountain peaks. She was likely Elder of Cold Rain Hall.
The gathered disciples straightened up and, one after another, soared up on their spirit artifacts in pursuit.
Dressed in white, Lin Wu shot forward like a meteor. With a sweep of his divine sense, he instantly located the white-haired girl among the Qinghan Hall disciples.
“Senior Sister Yun, wait for me.”
In front of everyone, Lin Wu openly made his move, heading straight for Little White Lotus.
Elder Dongling’s face darkened, lips trembling with fury.
Lin Wu leapt onto Yun Mengyao’s lotus platform artifact, pulled the slender girl into his arms, and soared off together.
What, if you have the guts, come bite me.
I was just worrying about not having an excuse to invite you for a drink!
“Y-you, why did you come over here?”
Yun Mengyao’s cheeks flushed pink. With all their peers’ ambiguous stares, she was so embarrassed she wanted to hide, though her smile was sweet.
“Why’d you sneak off this morning? Because of you, I tripped over something dirty and stubbed my toe. Talk about bad luck!”
“I-I-I was scared…”
Yun Mengyao pouted, nervous as she lay on the lotus platform.
So weak, so helpless, and still greedy for treats.
She might have formed her core, but this was her first Sect Grand Tournament and she’d never fought in a real contest.
Last year she was only at Qi Refining—no way would she have dared to enter and embarrass herself.
If the rules didn’t require every White Lotus personal disciple to attend, she wouldn’t be here at all; she just wanted to stay in the alchemy room, make big pills, and swap them for Blood Bottles to drink.
Lin Wu cradled her soft cheek and gave her a quick kiss, scolding with a laugh, “Scaredy cat. I’m not afraid, so what are you afraid of!”
Thinking about it, she did have a point—he had nearly been caught in the act by the fairy, after all.
It’s fine though, being a little timid is pretty cute~
The Sect Grand Tournament hadn’t even started, yet the two of them were already huddled together, whispering and giggling—enough to make a dog shake its head.
“By the way, you said Master found out. What actually happened?”
There’d been no time to ask yesterday, with Little White Lotus too busy whining and begging for mercy.
With her mouth stuffed, she’d barely had a clear thought.
“Of course I was the one who told her.”
Yun Mengyao’s big innocent eyes stared at him, face full of innocence.
“If you don’t come with me, that’s one thing. But you actually want to get us both killed so we can go down below and be a pair of star-crossed lovers?”
Lin Wu laughed and poked the silly girl’s forehead.
“Star-crossed lovers, my foot. If I don’t strip Mu Bingxin of her righteous facade, how could I bear to die?”
Seriously!
You’re already so smitten with me, and yet you go and tell the old lady openly. Are you asking for trouble or what?
Yun Mengyao pursed her red lips, both vain and a little more afraid.
In the Ice Peak Valley, hundreds of cultivators floated above the canyon rift on their artifacts, quietly waiting for the Blessed Land to open.
There were both Qinglian and White Lotus disciples present, all looking serious and mostly at Foundation Establishment or higher.
By tradition, even before entering the Blessed Land, more than half the participants would be eliminated.
Lin Wu, however, was watching the short-haired woman in the sky, deep in thought.
The Elder of Cold Rain Hall was in charge of this year’s Blessed Land trial and would surely enter to preside in person.
But the law enforcement elder was incredibly powerful—rumor had it she was at Nascent Soul, maybe even higher. She probably wouldn’t be as easy to deal with as those two man-eating Nascent Soul women…
While others were thinking about how to snatch treasures, Lin Wu was already pondering how to cook the examiner.
A slow simmer over a small fire, or a blazing roast over an iron rack?
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