“The Great Li Empress?”
Lin Wu’s gaze was filled with bewilderment. He did not know much about the various dynastic powers.
To be able to stand out from among so many princes as a woman and defeat every successor in the line of inheritance showed that her methods were extraordinary.
“Is she the big hand reaching into the Kunlun Ruins?”
Mu Bingxin nodded, her expression grim.
“From what I know, there is a subtle connection between her and Jinlian. It is more complex than a simple offering to an immortal sect. I must find out exactly what they are trying to do!”
Lin Wu was not surprised.
Jinlian was the founder of the Vampire Cultivation Style, and her original intention for creating the sect was not to pass down a legacy. Every cultivator in the Ice Lotus Realm was merely an ingredient she prepared for her own ascension.
The day Mu Bingxin lost her utility would be the day her death drew near.
“But what does that have to do with me?”
Mu Bingxin’s eyes widened as she cried out, “I am your Dao companion! If they want to support a more controllable pawn to replace me, would you just sit by and do nothing, husband?”
‘Here we go again…’
Lin Wu raised his ruler and said irritably, “Speak like a normal person!”
Mu Bingxin clutched her backside and cowered. “You want to settle a blood debt with Jinlian. It is better for us as a couple to work together than to let someone else benefit.”
“That is not necessarily true.”
Lin Wu wore a playful expression.
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‘The entire food chain is contaminated; it makes no difference to me who the Sect Leader is.’
‘Besides, as the greatest heretic of the Snow Lotus Sect, my first task is actually to help the Sect Leader catch a mole? Talk about the thief shouting “catch the thief.”‘
“Among the Ten Halls of the Red Lotus, there are not many elders qualified to replace you. If I were Jinlian, I would definitely fatten you up before putting you in the pot…”
“I am not sure about that, but I will not sit and wait for death!”
Mu Bingxin looked displeased. The Snow Lotus Sect was full of talent, but looking around, they all seemed like lowly wenches to her. She did not want Lin Wu to keep bleeding himself, but the Great Honey Pills were selling like crazy, and there was no better way at the moment.
She could not exactly slaughter all her subordinates, could she?
“The two Law Enforcement Elders have the strongest cultivation among the Ten Halls of the Red Lotus. They are the most suspicious. Husband, perhaps you can start with them.”
“You went in a big circle just to get to this. You are targeting Transformation Spirit Cultivators right from the start. You certainly think highly of me!”
Lin Wu rolled his eyes.
“Others may not know your capabilities, but do I not? Among cultivators of the same realm, even a common peak Nascent Soul cultivator might not be your match.”
Mu Bingxin said with a smile, “The so-called geniuses of the Immortal Alliance are just a joke in your eyes. Besides, Elder Qinghan will surely be delighted to accept the tribute offered by Mengyao.”
‘Do you even need to say that?’
Elder Qinghan lived in a dreamlike stupor, and Elder Lengyu was also starving for more. If the two Law Enforcement Elders were up to something, Lin Wu would have them right where he wanted them.
However, now was not the time to lay his cards on the table with Mu Bingxin.
“What is certain is that Xia He and Qiu Ming are clean. They are simply lazy and gluttonous.”
Lin Wu rubbed his temples, first excluding the two loyal blood slaves.
“Is that so? Their talent is mediocre. If I were the one choosing, I would not place high hopes on them either.”
Mu Bingxin pondered for a moment, then her pupils shrank as she realized something. Qiu Ming was one thing, but what about Xia He?
The only reason was that they both had drunk too much!
“That idiot Xia He ate too?!”
To be precise, she was the one being “eaten.”
The jar of jealousy was overturned once again, and Mu Bingxin stomped her feet in a frenzy. This avatar was nothing but a collection of the Sect Leader’s weaknesses; there was no logic to be found.
“I am going to drain them dry right now!”
“If you want my help, then behave. As fellow blood slaves, you should get along. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee that the Sect Leader’s suggestive photos won’t go flying everywhere.”
“You!”
Lin Wu blocked that foul-mouthed little mouth, yawned, and went back to bed to hold the cute little white lotus tightly.
***
The next morning, Yun Mengyao sneezed from the cold and curled up in Lin Wu’s arms.
Recently, the weather on Divine Maiden Peak had been erratic. It could be sunny in the morning and shrouded in gloom by evening.
The “couple” could do nothing to each other, so they temporarily reached a consensus to deal with their common enemy first. However, the relationship between the master and disciple was very subtle.
Yun Mengyao prepared a pot of fragrant kumquat millet porridge and brought it to the table. She hid behind Lin Wu the entire time, not daring to face her master’s wrath.
After all, she had done such a rebellious thing last night…
“Master, please… please have your meal.”
“Shut up! I will not eat the filthy things you made!”
Mu Bingxin’s face was covered in frost. Beneath the table, her jade foot pressed down on her wayward disciple’s foot, rubbing it forcefully.
“Master, you are stepping on me,” Yun Mengyao whimpered softly.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
“No… no.”
With just one look from Lin Wu, Mu Bingxin withdrew her right leg as if she had received an electric shock, fearing she would be hoisted over his shoulder again.
“Do not bully Mengyao. Go on, step back.”
“You dare, wayward disciple?”
Mu Bingxin’s eyes glared, frightening Yun Mengyao into shaking her head repeatedly.
Someone still hadn’t figured out how things had ended up like this.
‘Shouldn’t we be working together secretly behind Master’s back? How did an underground affair turn directly into meeting the parents?’
“She doesn’t dare, but I do.”
Lin Wu lifted Mu Bingxin’s ankle and gave a gentle pull. The Sect Leader’s foot slipped, and she tumbled onto her backside, her long jade legs sliding into a smooth split.
“Lin Wu, you are impudent!”
“It’s not like we haven’t done more impudent things before.”
The Sect Leader’s exquisite jade foot was toyed with in the palm of his hand. Flushed with shame and anger, she could only take her frustration out on her disciple.
“What are you standing there for? Stop that boy! Do you enjoy seeing your master make a fool of herself?”
“Huh? Me?”
Even her master could not resist, so Yun Mengyao had no idea what to do. She reached out a finger and poked Lin Wu’s cheek.
“You villain, don’t go too far. She is still my mentor, after all.”
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The gentle action looked more like flirting and showing off their affection. Mu Bingxin’s anger flared even more.
“Useless! To be played like a fiddle by a man… how did I ever accept such an incompetent disciple!”
“Wuu, didn’t you also…”
The little white lotus covered her head, still not daring to finish her sentence.
The meaner Mu Bingxin became, the more Yun Mengyao burrowed into Lin Wu’s embrace. The tighter Lin Wu and Yun Mengyao clung to each other, the meaner Mu Bingxin became.
A bizarre cycle formed among the three, and finally, all the pressure was placed on the Sect Leader’s ice-silk stockings.
*Riiiip—*
“Eek?”
The sound of tearing was exceptionally clear. Mu Bingxin felt a chill on her lotus seat and realized her rear was completely exposed to the air. Those ice-worm white silk stockings had endured several rounds of devastation and finally reached their limit, splitting open.
“Pfft.”
Yun Mengyao tried her best to recall sad memories, but she still could not help letting out a laugh.
Mu Bingxin clutched her lace undergarments, her fair face flushed a deep red.
“You… the two of you joined forces to mock me… this is outrageous!”
At that moment, Lin Wu slowly leaned over, cradled Mu Bingxin’s legs, and gently helped her remove the thin ice silk.
“As I thought, you look better with bare legs, Sect Leader.”
Lin Wu inconspicuously stowed the trophy into his storage space, his face full of smiles.
This time, Mu Bingxin did not get angry. Instead, she lowered her reddened face and looked at her lustrous legs.
“Is… is that so?”
“Icy skin and jade bones are already flawless. Why the need for external embellishments?”
“Humph! Don’t think that a few compliments will make this go away. Once I deal with those traitors, I will properly settle the score with you two!”
Mu Bingxin tossed her silver hair and put her ice-crystal high heels back on. Though she spoke harshly, her body clearly enjoyed the praise.
A simple sentence from Lin Wu was enough to make the weather on Divine Maiden Peak clear up.
Beside them, the little fox clutched its tail and rolled around on the floor. This farcical little drama of a family of three was simply too funny.