“So, what exactly did you do when you were chasing after Han Xiangjun before? Now you have to do even better than her!”
Bai Zhiqing grumbled.
After all, since the contract was signed and the money paid, Lin Dongming couldn’t openly argue with her. He could only roll his eyes silently in his heart:
—This Junior Sister Bai definitely didn’t just dislike Junior Sister Lin; there had to be some grudge behind it for her to behave like this.
Sometimes Lin Dongming thought she was somewhat mature.
After all, Elder Tuoba’s support for her was limited, so she had no choice but to rely on herself. But other times, she acted like a spoiled child who treated money like dirt.
Lin Dongming thought for a moment and said, “Not much, really. Just protecting her, sometimes cooking meals for her, occasionally…”
Bai Zhiqing raised an eyebrow.
“Occasionally what? Don’t tell me you served her in bed?”
Lin Dongming forced a bitter smile. “That wouldn’t be a simp then, more like a slave. Occasionally taking the blame for her.”
Bai Zhiqing’s smile froze for a moment, then her teasing grew stronger: “That good, huh? You even take the blame for her? Does that mean I can cause trouble all I want from now on?”
“That’s exactly why I don’t want to talk about it!” Lin Dongming frowned.
“Alright.” Bai Zhiqing gave a knowing smile and waved her hand. “For now, since you’re honest with me, I won’t let you take the blame for me.”
“For now…” Lin Dongming’s reply was complicated: “Your wording is quite unsettling.”
“It’s fine. I paid the money, so I’m satisfied.” Bai Zhiqing waved as she walked away. “That’s enough for today. Remember to bring lunch tomorrow.”
Bai Zhiqing added a lightness technique to herself and happily skipped down the mountain until she stood in front of Han Xiangjun. “Lin Dongming is mine now.”
Han Xiangjun blinked in confusion: “???”
Seeing the shocked expression on Han Xiangjun’s face made Bai Zhiqing very pleased, feeling that her money had finally been well spent.
Han Xiangjun frowned. “What did you do to him?”
“Why does Senior Sister Han think so badly of people? I didn’t do anything.” Bai Zhiqing smirked teasingly. “It’s just that Senior Brother Lin is deeply devoted, totally in love with me.”
Han Xiangjun’s anger surged, but she was helpless against Bai Zhiqing. She could only watch as Bai Zhiqing proudly left.
After Bai Zhiqing had gone far away, Han Xiangjun stomped the ground hard.
“Damn it! This stinks! That brat’s temper is awful! She doesn’t take anyone seriously!”
Lin Dongming watched this scene from afar, both puzzled and sighing.
He was puzzled because he didn’t understand why Han Xiangjun cared so much about this matter.
After all, it seemed like she had plenty of admirers like Lin Dongming, or rather, simps. The only explanation was that she couldn’t stand her possessions being taken by others, so she would never allow her pursuers to chase someone else.
His sigh was born of helplessness. These two girls were top-tier in the Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect in terms of beauty, figure, cultivation, and talent—so why did they fuss like children over something like this?
“It’s probably because the pressure from cultivation is too great. In turn, their growth in other areas is very slow.” Lin Dongming followed Bai Zhiqing’s path down the mountain, passing near Han Xiangjun.
In his previous life, he had met many like this—especially programmers and top students—who, even in university or work, were clueless about romance and interpersonal relationships.
“Junior Brother Lin.” Han Xiangjun seemed quite displeased but still controlled her anger and spoke as calmly as possible, “Are you really together with Junior Sister Bai?”
If this were the old Han Xiangjun, she would have been shouting, “Lin! Dong! Ming!” demanding an explanation.
“Is that what she said?”
Lin Dongming asked.
“…Not exactly. More like that.” Han Xiangjun thought for a moment.
“Then don’t overthink it. Focus on your cultivation.” Lin Dongming gave a faint smile and quickly left.
“Wait!”
Han Xiangjun couldn’t stop him and was furious. “Stop saying such ambiguous and confusing things!”
Her emotions tangled into a mess as she flew back to her room on her sword.
A streak of light chased after her.
“Senior Sister Han! Please wait!”
Han Xiangjun stopped midair as a small girl with a bun hairstyle quickly caught up.
“Junior Sister?”
Han Xiangjun quickly recognized the figure. She was the Sword Elder’s youngest disciple, even younger than Bai Zhiqing but already at the Jiedan Stage, with remarkably fast progress.
The Junior Sister bowed slightly. “Senior Sister Han, the Master Elder is summoning you! He said people from Wenxin Tianzong have arrived.”
“…I don’t really want to go.” Han Xiangjun was frazzled. “Just say I’m not feeling well.”
The Junior Sister looked troubled. “Senior Sister Han, many people from Wenxin Tianzong are here—the Sword Elder, Master Elder, and Sect Master. If you don’t go, the Master Elder will be angry again.”
There were many Integration Stage elders in the Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect, but the Master Elder and Sword Elder were the strongest. No one wanted to provoke them.
“If she gets angry, then so be it. She’s angry all the time anyway.”
Han Xiangjun was even more unhappy. “I’m not going.”
“What’s wrong? Who dared to upset our Xiangjun?”
Another streak of light fluttered over, and a scholarly girl appeared in front of them.
“Mo Qingxue? You’re here too?”
Han Xiangjun was surprised. “Looks like this is going to be serious.”
Mo Qingxue was the Sect Master of Wenxin Tianzong’s daughter but had been restricted from traveling much for years due to insufficient cultivation.
Only after reaching Jiedan Late Stage was she gradually allowed more freedom.
“You should know that skipping occasions like this will make the Master Elder angry, right?”
Mo Qingxue took Han Xiangjun’s hand, urging gently.
“……” Han Xiangjun fell into silence and inner struggle.
“I’m done with you.” Mo Qingxue pulled out a Spirit Pen from her Storage Ring and quickly wrote three characters: ‘Healing’, ‘Recovery’, ‘Joy’.
The characters glowed faintly and flowed into Han Xiangjun’s body, instantly clearing away the gloom.
“Feeling much better.” Han Xiangjun said in surprise. “Have you improved your cultivation again? Already at Jiedan Late Stage?”
“Just lucky.” Mo Qingxue pulled Han Xiangjun towards Weiyang Hall. “Recently, the Modao have become rampant again.
The elders from the Heavenly Extreme Sword Sect and Wenxin Tianzong are preparing to cooperate. We younger disciples just have to show up. It’s nothing too serious.”
Generally, Modao troublemakers above the Spirit Severing Stage were hard to deal with, but young cultivators only took on demon-sweeping missions. Facing Foundation Establishment or Jiedan Stage demon cultivators wasn’t too difficult.
“We’ll just go to Weiyang Hall to show our faces, then leave.” Mo Qingxue reassured Han Xiangjun. “Afterward, tell me who bullied you, and I’ll figure out a way to help.”
The Junior Sister next to them sighed in relief. “Ha, luckily Mo Senior Sister is here. Otherwise, being stuck in the middle would be too uncomfortable.”
—Is that Wenxin Tianzong’s ‘Literary Over Martial’ technique?
Looks really powerful.