Hearing Zhao Zi’ang’s lofty declaration, if it had been in the past, Lin Yin might have agreed right away.
But now, Lin Yin had no mind to bother with Zhao Zi’ang.
In her heart, she thought, with Zhao Zi’ang’s aptitude, he probably wouldn’t even understand the first volume, and then he’d come back to pester her just like before.
She was very busy right now—and as for what she was busy with, no one could interfere.
“We’ll discuss this another time.”
“Master…”
Zhao Zi’ang’s voice sounded aggrieved.
“Leave.”
Lin Yin said coldly.
Seeing her expression, Zhao Zi’ang could only give up.
After Zhao Zi’ang left, Lin Yin took out that Diary again.
Her hand lightly caressed it, and she thought to herself, if only her Che’er could act spoiled like that, how wonderful it would be.
She had brought Jiang Che here when he was very young, but she always entered seclusion for long periods, and had almost never witnessed Jiang Che’s growth.
……
Time quickly passed, and soon it was the day before the Shou Tu Da Dian.
Jiang Che had always behaved quietly, except that he had never shown Lin Yin a pleasant face.
Still, Lin Yin brought food to Jiang Che every day, all made exactly as Jiang Che used to cook for her, yet Jiang Che had never taken a single bite.
Lin Yin wasn’t worried about Jiang Che starving, because she had already discovered someone was secretly bringing food to him.
It was Hu Qiao’er, who had become her disciple. Lin Yin had taken some time to assess Hu Qiao’er’s talent.
Compared to Jiang Che in the past, she was not lacking at all—perhaps even better. How far she could go in the future depended on her temperament and comprehension.
But Lin Yin had no plans to further investigate her for now.
In the shadows, watching Hu Qiao’er feeding Jiang Che, Lin Yin felt chaotic inside.
Her current state was due to having merged a part of her Heart Demon with herself.
This was a method she’d been taught by someone on her journey for medicinal herbs, so her Heart Demon would be more controllable and not easily lose control.
The problem was, her state was actually half-demonic; her Spirit Power and Demonic Energy were mixed together, so she could only use about seventy percent of her peak strength.
She hadn’t told anyone about this, not even when Yun Yan asked.
Now, what mattered most to her was slowly making it up to Jiang Che, to atone for her mistakes.
As for the girl who cared for Jiang Che, Lin Yin couldn’t understand why her heart was full of discontent.
She could even hear her Heart Demon urging her to kill the girl.
But as the Head of Lingjian Peak, she naturally knew this was wrong.
Still, she couldn’t help herself. She left the Shi Ling Gu inside Jiang Che’s body unchecked, waiting until her Shen Shi sensed Hu Qiao’er approaching, and then she would embrace the weakened Jiang Che and pour Spirit Power into him.
At that moment, the astonished and saddened look on Hu Qiao’er’s face actually gave Lin Yin a feeling of pleasure.
But why? In over a hundred years, she had never felt like this.
Moreover, Jiang Che seemed happy—she shouldn’t be thinking of separating them.
Forget it, as Master, she could always keep them in line.
Che’er only needed to belong to her in this lifetime.
“Che’er, how is my strength? Does it hurt?”
In the room, Lin Yin spoke softly. Her melodious voice at this moment, however, gave Jiang Che a sense of dread.
Why did people these days love to say such easily-misunderstood things?
Jiang Che sat in front of the Shi Jing.
Just now, it had been Yun Fan who was doing his hair, but Lin Yin had slipped in quietly, asked Yun Fan to leave, and took the muzhu herself.
Lin Yin stood behind him, holding the muzhu Yun Fan had just handed her.
Her movements were a bit clumsy as she carefully picked up a strand of Jiang Che’s hair and slowly combed it down.
The tongjing was foggy, but she watched intently, as if performing something of utmost importance.
He didn’t want to answer.
Sometimes you’re so tired of someone you don’t even want to insult them.
He chuckled, “Who would’ve thought Head of Lingjian Peak Lin would have so much free time to accompany a useless person like me.”
When Lin Yin heard the cold laugh and those words, her heart was stabbed by a pain she couldn’t explain, but she still took a deep breath.
“Che’er, there’s nothing going on at Lingjian Peak right now. For the next few days, I’ll just keep you company.”
“You are the renowned Qingluan Fairy. Do as you please, I won’t interfere, but please satisfy your curiosity and leave soon.”
The past two days, Lin Yin had disgusted Jiang Che so much that he could only think like this.
“Che’er, tomorrow is—”
“Is Head Lin inside?”
A hoarse voice sounded from outside the room, interrupting Lin Yin.
No one was unfamiliar with this voice—it was Wen Ping, First Seat of Shenfu Peak, respected and esteemed in the Shenxiao Sect.
In terms of seniority, she was Lin Yin’s Shishu.
But why had the old lady come?
“Che’er, wait here for me. I’ll be right back.”
Lin Yin put down the muzhu and spoke softly.
In the tongjing, Jiang Che’s profile showed no emotion; he did not respond.
Lin Yin sighed silently, then turned and left the room.
Outside the door, Wen Ping’s slightly stooped figure stood in the morning light, her face full of wrinkles yet still wearing that gentle smile.
Beside her stood a young man in the robes of a Shenxiao Sect Inner Disciple. Lin Yin found him somewhat familiar.
“Shishu Wen, what brings you here?” Lin Yin walked over and asked.
“Hehehe,” Wen Ping chuckled, her voice aged but warm, “Nothing urgent. I just heard Head Lin is about to accept a Zhen Chuan Disciple and came to offer congratulations.”
“I wonder who your new disciple will be? Would you let this old woman take a look? So I can recognize the face.”
Lin Yin instinctively glanced at the tightly closed door and declined politely, “That’s not necessary. He… is a bit shy and doesn’t like seeing strangers.”
“Is that so…” Wen Ping nodded, her smile unwavering, eyes turning to the youth beside her.
The youth stepped forward and saluted respectfully, “Disciple Xu Yan greets Head Lin. We met last month in Shenxiao Town.”
Lin Yin looked at him, and her memory cleared at once.
She nodded slightly, “Mm, it’s you.”
She had a favorable impression of this polite disciple.
“Is something the matter?”
Lin Yin asked.
“It’s like this,”
Wen Ping spoke, her voice carrying the gentle steadiness of an elder and a subtle hint of shrewdness.
“This disciple entered the Shenxiao Sect just over a year ago, but he’s always wished to join Lingjian Peak and learn under you, Head Lin.”
“But you were busy with matters outside the sect at that time, so the opportunity never came.”
She paused, glanced at Xu Yan beside her, and her smile deepened.
“Now, you’re about to take on a Zhen Chuan Disciple tomorrow, aren’t you? I thought, why not make it three and add a new disciple for you—fulfilling the child’s wish as well.”
Wen Ping gently patted Xu Yan’s arm and added in a firm tone, “This old woman guarantees that this child has both talent and character.”
Wen Ping had naturally stated her purpose.
In her eyes, Xu Yan had always been a good child—diligent, hardworking, and earnest.
Shenfu Peak wasn’t without sword practice, but the atmosphere was more focused on Shenfu Dao.
Xu Yan didn’t complain about it, so Wen Ping, always soft-hearted, finally brought him here today.
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