Chu Wanning calmed down quickly.
It didn’t take long before she returned to normal.
Lin Yue carried a mountain of beast meat and dozens of jars of fine wine, walking out of breath.
Chu Wanning walked three steps ahead of him.
Although she wore a veil, from her extremely light steps and the blush that had not yet faded from her ears, this ice-cold sect leader’s mood seemed very complicated.
Lin Yue suddenly stopped and, with great difficulty, placed that pile of things beside a stone lion.
Chu Wanning turned back, a hint of vigilance in her eyes.
“What trick are you trying to pull now?”
“Not a trick.”
Lin Yue wiped the sweat from his forehead, his expression becoming unusually serious.
“Earlier, when I came down the mountain on business, I saved someone along the way. Since we’re passing by today, I want to see how she’s doing.”
“Saved a person?”
Chu Wanning was slightly startled, then nodded.
“As disciples of our Nine Heavens Sect, we should slay demons and protect the people. There’s no harm in checking. Where is she?”
“It’s in Qingshui Town, south of the market.”
Lin Yue skillfully dusted off his hands.
“She’s… uh, a widow. But strictly speaking, not really a widow. It’s tough for her to make a living here alone.”
Chu Wanning’s delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.
But she didn’t say anything else, only coldly uttered two words: “Lead the way.”
Qingshui Town had no cultivators flying on swords, only mundane daily necessities.
Deep in the alley, there was a slightly secluded but elegantly decorated vermilion gate.
This was Canglan Residence, with two white lanterns hanging from the lintel, gently swaying, radiating an indescribable desolation.
A woman dressed in extremely simple coarse linen clothes was there.
She wore no makeup, but her extremely gentle brows and eyes, and her full, naturally curvaceous figure, exuded a deadly, uniquely feminine charm.
This was the widow that Lin Yue had saved earlier—Chen Yao.
“Miss Chen, how have you been?”
Lin Yue walked up very familiarly and greeted her.
Hearing this very familiar voice, Chen Yao’s body trembled violently.
She looked up, and when she saw it was Lin Yue, her gentle peach blossom eyes instantly lit up.
It was as if a pool of intoxicating spring water rippled within them.
“Immortal Master!”
Chen Yao, without even wiping the water from her hands, rushed over excitedly.
“You… what brings you here? Please, please sit!”
She very naturally pulled over a clean bench and even meticulously wiped it with her sleeve.
Lin Yue sat down without any hesitation.
This scene, so harmonious and full of mundane warmth, fell into the eyes of Chu Wanning, who was following behind, and was extremely, extremely jarring.
Chu Wanning stood outside the stall.
She looked at that widow, dressed in coarse linen, yet exuding a very feminine charm.
Then she looked at Lin Yue’s extremely smug and enjoying smile.
Suddenly, Lin Yue’s expression changed.
He only felt an extremely abrupt surge of a very, very intense sourness in his mouth!
He suddenly clutched his chest.
There, the green jade token was flashing red wildly!
[Warning! Extremely strong negative emotion detected!]
[Emotion Analysis: Jealousy! Extreme jealousy! A sea of jealousy!]
Lin Yue turned back in terror and saw Chu Wanning standing right behind him.
The moonlight-colored silk dress on her body was now fluttering without any wind due to the violent agitation of her spiritual energy!
An extremely terrifying cold aura, as if it could freeze the entire Qingshui Lane, was slowly spreading outward from her.
“S-senior Sister…”
Lin Yue swallowed a mouthful of extremely bitter saliva.
“What are you standing there for? Come sit.”
Chu Wanning looked at Lin Yue with extreme coldness, then looked at Chen Yao, who was gazing at Lin Yue with tender eyes.
“No need.”
Chu Wanning’s voice was cold enough to drop ice crystals.
“A mortal marketplace is no place for a cultivator to linger.”
Chen Yao was an extremely clever woman.
She only took one look at Chu Wanning, then at Lin Yue, and instantly understood something.
But she was not afraid.
Instead, she smiled very gently.
“This Immortal Sister, could you be the Immortal Master’s fellow disciple?”
Chen Yao very gracefully picked up a bowl of clear water and walked to Chu Wanning.
“If Immortal Sister doesn’t mind, have a drink to quench your thirst. The Immortal Master is usually very easygoing. I imagine he must have caused you plenty of anger back at the sect.”
These words sounded extremely polite.
But between the lines, they cleverly revealed a message: I know him well, I know he is easygoing, but you only get angry at him.
Chu Wanning was extremely intelligent.
Of course, she caught the extremely subtle boast in this mortal’s words!
Chu Wanning raised her chin proudly and didn’t even take the bowl of water.
“He is a core disciple of my Nine Heavens Sect, my… junior brother. His matters are not for a mortal to meddle in.”
Chen Yao’s hand froze in midair.
But she still smiled very gently, though a hint of stubborn light appeared in her eyes.
“Immortal Sister is right.”
Chen Yao very naturally withdrew the water, turned, and walked over to Lin Yue.
She actually, extremely boldly, pulled out an extremely clean embroidered handkerchief.
Extremely gently, she wiped the sweat from Lin Yue’s forehead.
“The Immortal Master is a divine dragon in the heavens, while Yao’er is just mud on the ground.”
Chen Yao’s voice was very melodious, with a hint of pitiful sorrow.
“Yao’er only hopes that when the Immortal Master passes by occasionally, he will come see Yao’er, and that will be enough. How could I dare to hope for anything more?”
Crack.
The bluestone slab under Chu Wanning’s feet cracked open with a crisp sound.
At that moment, Lin Yue sat on the bench, completely petrified.
He felt that his current situation was even more dangerous than facing a hundred thousand demon army!
On one side was an extremely gentle and considerate widow who knew exactly how to soothe him.
On the other side was an extremely tsundere, ice-cold sect leader whose jealousy was about to drown him in sourness.
“Enough!”
Chu Wanning could no longer endure this extremely stifling feeling.
She was a dignified inner sect leader, how could she be bested by a mortal?!
Her body flickered, and she appeared before Chen Yao with extreme dominance.
She reached out extremely quickly and grabbed Chen Yao’s wrist that held the handkerchief!
“Mortals and immortals are different.”
Chu Wanning’s gaze was extremely sharp.
She originally intended to use only a trace of spiritual energy to push Chen Yao back.
And give her a severe warning at the same time.
However, in that extremely brief moment when Chu Wanning’s fingertips truly touched the pulse point on Chen Yao’s wrist,
Boom!
An extremely terrifying yin-cold force, even a hundred times purer than the extreme cold within Chu Wanning, burst forth!