After Jiang Che finished explaining everything, he had originally planned to find Lin Yin’s location and show her the situation, but then thought better of it.
Lin Yin was a peak Refining Void expert; she didn’t need a useless person like him to worry on her behalf.
After that, Jiang Che didn’t say much to Feng Yaqin and left with Hu Qiao’er.
Feng Yaqin was left stewing in frustration—these past three days had been unbearable.
She clearly had helped save Jiang Che, yet he seemed to grow even more distant from her.
Was he angry that she had concealed her strength?
That didn’t seem right. Jiang Che hadn’t been surprised at all.
Plus, he appeared to be a cultivator himself.
Feng Yaqin had clearly heard Jiang Che call out “Master” to Lin Yin.
So Jiang Che had once been a cultivator, but why had he fallen to such a state?
The questions in her heart only multiplied.
Still, her intuition told her Jiang Che absolutely did not want to talk about that past.
Besides, Jiang Che was so young…
Right! Jiang Che was so young—how much could he really have been through?
Sigh.
Feng Yaqin shifted her attention to Wang Hao, who was quietly refining medicine nearby.
“Hey! You there!”
“Huh? Me?”
Wang Hao turned his head when called.
He almost dared not meet Feng Yaqin’s gaze; she was truly stunning.
Her eyebrows arched gracefully, nose delicate and straight, lips always curled with a faint, almost imperceptible seductive smile.
And the woman lying on the ground was beautiful in a completely different way.
But the moment Wang Hao met Feng Yaqin’s eyes, a faint red glow flickered within them.
His expression instantly went blank.
“Come here, loosen my bindings.”
“Yes.”
Like a marionette, Wang Hao walked over.
Feng Yaqin wasn’t about to let any other man have clear contact with her body—not even a little.
She untied the excess bandages from Hu Qiao’er and then immediately dispelled the charm she had placed on Wang Hao.
His mind cleared, though he looked a bit dazed.
What had just happened? His inactive system gave an answer.
【Response: The host was just subjected to mental control.】
Seeing the extra bandages in his hands and Feng Yaqin revealing her alluring figure after undoing the bindings, Wang Hao understood what had just occurred.
God! Is this Madam Master? She’s incredible!
In his heart, Wang Hao suddenly felt certain that the master he had decided to apprentice under was truly extraordinary—three stunning beauties surrounding him, one with unfathomable cultivation, it felt like he himself was the protagonist.
If he took Jiang Che as his master, how powerful would the activated system be?!
Feng Yaqin noticed the “playing dead” rabbit on the ground.
It had been beside the medicine pot just moments ago but had already crept away by more than half a meter.
The rabbit seemed to notice Feng Yaqin’s gaze, hesitated for two or three seconds, then suddenly darted toward the temple entrance.
That was the escape route; its little legs fluttered quickly.
But just after a few steps, the short legs flailed uselessly—it couldn’t get purchase on the ground, struggling in vain.
Feng Yaqin lifted her uninjured hand, and the little rabbit floated midair, which explained the comical scene just now.
The rabbit’s four feet left the ground, powerless, as it was lifted directly in front of Feng Yaqin.
“Don’t be naughty. Our little Yaoshi has asked us to watch over you~”
Feng Yaqin tapped the terrified rabbit’s nose with her finger.
Her voice still held a faint weakness from recent recovery and a natural charm, yet her eyes looked like they were examining an amusing toy.
“Continue!”
Before she finished speaking, the rabbit flew into Wang Hao’s arms.
Wang Hao had just been fantasizing about the master he would apprentice under—who already had three stunning harem beauties—now holding a warm, trembling rabbit in his arms.
Putting the rabbit aside, Feng Yaqin didn’t linger.
She rose and walked over to Lin Yin.
The bells on her bare feet jingled softly; Jiang Che had helped wash her pure white feet during this time.
Her gaze carefully examined Lin Yin.
Dressed in snow-white robes, her skin as pure as jade, Lin Yin lay silently asleep like a celestial being.
Feng Yaqin’s expression was no longer lazy and seductive but filled with curiosity.
She pondered the woman lying on the ground’s origins.
It was obvious she had a connection with the Yaoshi, and since her arrival, Jiang Che’s mouth had constantly turned downwards and he often ignored others.
But one thing was certain—the Yaoshi absolutely did not want to see her.
Should she kill her?
A cold glint flashed in Feng Yaqin’s eyes but was quickly withdrawn.
She decided to follow the Yaoshi’s wishes…
“Master, it’s time to eat.”
Lin Yin covered her head, as if she had just woken from a very bad dream.
After a long moment, she slowly recalled that she was sitting in her own cave dwelling—it was the second day after Jiang Che had been expelled from the sect.
An ordinary disciple stood before her.
She did not know him, only recognizing from his robes that he was from her peak.
Lingjian Peak was the hottest in the Shenxiao Sect.
They had taken in so many disciples that she couldn’t even remember all their names, and she rarely showed her face.
The disciple carried a plate of food forward, and Lin Yin almost forgot that at her level, she had long since stopped eating regularly.
“Place it here.”
Two simple dishes and a soup were set in front of her, but she had no appetite.
Why was this happening? She had eaten lunch every day before; why no appetite now?
She picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.
Soon her brows furrowed slightly, and she stared at the disciple in front of her.
“Who cooked today’s meal? Has the disciple managing the Lingjian Peak kitchen changed?”
The disciple showed no emotion at Lin Yin’s words but bowed slightly.
“Master, apologies. Today’s kitchen disciple was a novice; if the food is not good, I will have them redo it.”
Lin Yin frowned a little and asked, “Who was managing the kitchen before?”
The disciple lowered his head and hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully.
Under Lin Yin’s gaze, he slowly said, “Master, the previous person managing the kitchen was Senior Brother.”
The Senior Brother he mentioned was none other than Jiang Che.
Lin Yin was somewhat puzzled.
“Senior Brother cooks our daily meals?”
“Yes.”
The disciple answered without hesitation.
Lin Yin thought back—she had developed the habit of eating lunch because Jiang Che always brought her a meal every day.
She assumed her senior apprentice brother must be too busy cultivating to cook, since as Senior Brother and example to the disciples, he should focus on his cultivation.
And Lin Yin herself was also a cultivation fanatic, young and chasing the Dao.
“Alright, I understand. You may leave. You don’t need to bring me meals anymore.”
Lin Yin rubbed her temples, an inexplicable aching pain filling her head.
The disciple bowed and left after clearing the food away.
Lin Yin felt annoyed, especially since she had fought fiercely with Xu Qianlan, the head of Xuandan Peak, over Jiang Che’s punishment.
Though there was undeniable evidence that Jiang Che had colluded with the Demon Clan, stolen sect resources, and harmed fellow disciples, she had been scolded by Xu Qianlan for a long time instead.
Just then, another disciple entered.
“Master.”
“What is it?”
Lin Yin didn’t want to engage but forced herself to respond because of her position.
“Master, no one is responsible for collecting the cultivation resources for Lingjian Peak disciples, and we don’t know where to get them.”
The disciple’s face showed frustration.
Though it was a small matter, they couldn’t handle it.
Lin Yin was already irritated, and hearing about such incompetence made her even more annoyed.
“Who was responsible for collecting the cultivation resources before?”
As soon as she said this, she felt as if she had already asked the question.
A bad answer suddenly came to her mind.
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