The Daughter of the Yin Family

Who was this woman?

Madam Yin?

A disguise technique?

Had he stumbled into one of those plot twists so common in biographical dramas on Blue Star?

Wang Yu stared at the unfamiliar, breathtakingly beautiful face before him, lost in thought.

He suddenly began to understand why Qian Kunzi had not killed "Madam Yin," but had captured her and brought her along instead.

Wang Yu let out a long breath, breaking free of the face's astonishing allure. After some thought, he carefully laid the mysterious woman on the ground and held a finger beneath her nose.

There was a faint warmth to her breath.

But she still showed no sign of waking.

Wang Yu frowned. After turning countless thoughts over in his mind, he sighed, scooped the mysterious woman into his arms, and walked over to the other side. He bent down to pick something else up from the ground, then sprinted in the opposite direction from where Li Fengquan had disappeared.

Although he did not know the outcome of the battle between Elder Cui, Fallen Moon Daoist, and the others, or how much time Qian Kunzi's death might buy him, he absolutely could not remain in this area.

Besides, his head felt as if it were splitting apart. He needed somewhere safe to meditate and recover.

More than half a day later, dusk approached.

Beside the Redwater River, amid a jumble of rocks.

Inside a huge boulder hollowed out with a sharp blade, Wang Yu finally opened his eyes. Some of their luster had returned.

Beside him, "Madam Yin" leaned quietly against the stone wall, motionless. Her peerlessly beautiful face was serene and peaceful, like a sacred statue asleep.

Wang Yu gazed at her in a daze for a long while, his expression seemingly entranced, yet tinged with inner struggle.

Suddenly, he raised a hand and placed it on the beautiful woman's waist, slowly feeling around, inch by inch.

Soft and fragrant, with certain full, curving places that made his fingers linger, reluctant to leave.

Suddenly, he froze. His gaze met a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to spit fire.

"What are you doing?"

"A... a misunderstanding. You hadn't woken up, miss. I... I only wanted to find some medicine to wake you, since you were still unconscious." Wang Yu mumbled, growing guilty and tongue-tied.

"Miss? My... what happened to my voice? Who broke my secret art? Why have I returned to my original appearance?" The mysterious woman paused at his words. She raised her hands to examine them, then touched her face. Her complexion instantly turned pale, yet her voice was exceptionally sweet and melodious, worlds apart from Madam Yin's former voice.

She hurriedly took a small bronze mirror from inside her robes and looked at the exquisite face reflected in it, then froze on the spot.

"Miss, are you Senior Yin?" Wang Yu blinked and asked tentatively.

"It's over. The Illusory Form Great Art can only be used once. Once it's broken, there's no restoring it. That single-use magical artifact Yu Bintian used must have had an art-breaking effect. Otherwise, this never would have happened." As though she had not heard Wang Yu at all, she simply stared into the mirror and muttered to herself, her words full of dejection and regret.

"Ahem, miss... fellow Daoist, could you explain this to me? Whatever else, I did save your life, and I carried you quite a long way." Helpless, Wang Yu could only clear his throat and ask again.

"You saved me?" The beautiful woman finally lowered the mirror and looked at Wang Yu doubtfully.

"I did... at least, I did half the work," Wang Yu replied with perfect confidence, seeing nothing wrong with his answer.

"I remember that idiot Yu Bintian and I both ended up badly wounded, and I finally fell into Qian Kunzi's hands. Are you telling me that you, a False Cultivator, drove off a late Qi Refining expert?" The beautiful woman glanced at Wang Yu and asked with a half-smile.

Smack.

Wang Yu took something from inside his robes and tossed it in front of the beautiful woman.

Her lovely eyes flicked toward it, and surprise appeared on her beautiful face for the first time.

"Impossible. This is... could Qian Kunzi have..."

The object was a gleaming golden ring.

"That's right. Qian Kunzi is dead. I wasn't the one who killed him, but I saw it with my own eyes," Wang Yu said with a chuckle.

The beautiful woman fell silent for a moment, her expression shifting uncertainly. After giving Wang Yu two searching looks, she suddenly said something that nearly made him jump straight into the air.

"You must take responsibility for me. From today onward, you will marry into the Yin Household. You will be my husband—Yin Linglong's husband."

"What? Why do I have to marry into the Yin Household?"

"I saved your life. Have you forgotten? If I hadn't stood guard over you and given you the last of our Yin Household's Stone Essence Liquid, your bloodline awakening might have failed long ago, turning you into a monster," Yin Linglong said mildly.

"I saved your life too. At most, we're even." Wang Yu shook his head repeatedly.

"You just spent so long groping me all over. As a young lady pure as ice and spotless as jade, how could I marry anyone else now?"

No sooner had she spoken than Yin Linglong tore the fabric covering one arm with a ripping sound, exposing a fair arm like creamy jade. Near her shoulder, a vivid red dot was clearly visible.

"A cinnabar mark?"

Dazzled by the expanse of white skin before him, Wang Yu felt his mouth go dry and spoke with some uncertainty.

"You don't believe me?"

Yin Linglong arched her dark brows, her beautiful eyes widening.

"I do! Of course I do. It's just my first time seeing one." Wang Yu jumped in fright and instinctively explained with an apologetic smile.

At his words, Yin Linglong's expression softened, but she still spoke coldly:

"Although only a few members of the Yin Household remain, we once produced a great Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even now, we still have some ties to a cultivation sect. If you agree to marry into the Yin Household, we can recommend you to a cultivation sect and give you a chance to become a sect disciple. Hmph, if you refuse..."

"I agree."

Wang Yu suddenly interrupted her.

"You really agree?"

Yin Linglong froze for a moment, scarcely able to believe it.

"I can't think of a reason not to. With such a beautiful wife, and a chance to join a cultivation sect in the future, why wouldn't I agree?" Wang Yu replied without hesitation, looking perfectly justified.

The beautiful woman gazed at Wang Yu and fell silent again. Only after a long while did she speak once more:

"To marry into our Yin Household, you must agree to one request from me as your betrothal gift. Are you willing?"

"What request?" Wang Yu blinked, growing curious.

"You don't need to know what it is. All I ask is that, one day in the future, when I make that request, you won't refuse me. It will be something you can easily do, and it absolutely won't put you in a difficult position," Yin Linglong said, enunciating every word, her beautiful face utterly solemn.

"Heh, if you become my wife, your affairs will be my affairs. Never mind one request-even ten, I'd agree to them all." Wang Yu burst into laughter and readily agreed, seemingly taking the matter entirely to heartless ease.