Junior Sister Couldn't Be That Kind of Person!

The Enforcement Hall's Azure Dragon Squad office.

"Are you certain you saw that old servant go to Junior Sister Wuqing's place with your own eyes?" Zhuiming seized an enforcement disciple by the collar, his face twisted into a terrifying expression.

"Yes! Senior Brother Zhuiming, I swear on my head! I saw him go inside with my own eyes!"

Having received a definite answer, Zhuiming released the enforcement disciple's collar.

His gloomy gaze was so dark it could almost drip water.

A frenzied killing intent surged in the depths of his eyes.

Then Zhuiming headed straight for Shangguan Wuqing's residence.

Under the cover of night, Shangguan Wuqing's residence was brightly lit.

Zhuiming hid in the darkness and pricked up his ears, listening carefully, but all he could hear was rustling.

He wanted to knock, yet feared falling out with Shangguan Wuqing again.

But when he imagined that, at this very moment, his junior sister might well be pinned beneath Lin Mo, being defiled...

Zhuiming trembled all over with rage, unable to accept such a thing.

"No!"

"Junior Sister couldn't be that kind of person!"

That was how Zhuiming comforted himself.

From what he knew of Shangguan Wuqing, she truly was not a woman who gave herself away so casually.

Zhuiming pondered in the darkness for a long time before finally deciding to go up and knock.

Knock, knock, knock~

Knock, knock, knock~

Zhuiming knocked softly on Shangguan Wuqing's front door, but there was no response from inside.

"Could Junior Sister be cultivating?"

Well... Shangguan Wuqing was indeed cultivating at that moment. It just happened to be dual cultivation.

Inside the room, although the soundproofing was quite good...

Shangguan Wuqing's keen ears still faintly picked up a soft knocking from outside.

"Hmm?"

Suddenly, Shangguan Wuqing's willow brows drew together slightly.

"What's wrong, Captain Wuqing?"

"It sounds like someone's knocking outside. I think it's probably Senior Brother Zhuiming," Shangguan Wuqing guessed.

"Then let him wait outside. You wouldn't want him spoiling the mood, would you?" Lin Mo said.

"Mm, that makes sense."

"Let's keep going, little old man."

Shangguan Wuqing thought it over.

If she went outside, Zhuiming really might spoil her mood.

Since that was the case, she might as well ignore him.

Even if Zhuiming were given a bear's heart and a leopard's gall, Shangguan Wuqing was certain he would never dare force his way into her home.

And so...

After knocking for a while without any success, Zhuiming hid in the darkness again.

He kept waiting outside until the sun was almost setting the next day.

Shangguan Wuqing still had not emerged from the house.

By now, Zhuiming was even more certain that his junior sister must be cultivating.

He simply did not believe an old man like Lin Mo could have that kind of endurance.

At that thought, Zhuiming's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled.

He returned to the Azure Dragon Squad office, found the enforcement disciple he had sent to follow Lin Mo, and demanded, "If you aren't using your eyes, I'll dig them out and donate them for you!"

"That old servant clearly isn't at Junior Sister's place."

"Th-that's impossible!"

The enforcement disciple swore earnestly, "Senior Brother Zhuiming, I really saw him go inside with my own eyes! If a single word I've said is a lie, I'll go to the Tower of Self-Cultivation and Self-Immolation right now!"

Zhuiming's eyes widened, and he froze.

He would even make an oath that deadly?

Then it seemed the problem wasn't with his junior brother, but with himself!

But he did not want to admit he was wrong, so he ordered, "You say you saw him go inside with your own eyes. Then I'll give you a chance."

"Keep watch at Junior Sister Wuqing's home. Once she leaves, kill that old servant!"

"If you really saw wrong and can't find that old servant, you should know what to do."

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhuiming! If I can't find him in Senior Sister Wuqing's home, I'll go to the Tower of Self-Cultivation and Self-Immolation myself afterward!"

Another day passed.

In the room, sealed against all light, Shangguan Wuqing panted heavily, a seductive, enchanting, and utterly satisfied smile adorning her flushed, lovely face.

Nourished by Lin Mo's pure yang power, her progress had been almost like water flowing into a channel once it was ready.

She had naturally broken through to middle golden core, her cultivation soaring!

She gazed tenderly at Lin Mo beside her, marveling that she had truly stumbled upon a treasure.

Lin Mo's gains were considerable as well.

Although he had not reached the foundation establishment middle stage, the spiritual power within him was clearly much stronger than it had been two days earlier.

Lin Mo could not help marveling at how much more comfortable it was to be a demonic cultivator.

He could improve his cultivation while satisfying both body and mind.

Wasn't this far sweeter than being an immortal-path cultivator?

Then Lin Mo lay down as well to rest for a while.

A long time passed.

Having recovered a little, Shangguan Wuqing propped her chin on her delicate hand and studied Lin Mo's profile, asking with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, little old man..."

"How did you come to the First Saint Sect back then? Were you captured, or...?"

"I'm afraid you'll laugh at me, Captain Wuqing. My parents sold me here," Lin Mo said honestly, making no attempt to avoid the subject.

"Why?" Shangguan Wuqing was puzzled. "In the First Saint Sect, Inner Sect Disciples are at least treated as people, but Servant Disciples rank lower than dogs. Why would your parents sell you here?"

Lin Mo smiled bitterly. "I had more than a dozen brothers and sisters, and I was the youngest, with the least talent for cultivation. My family was poor. What could my parents do besides sell me?"

Because he was a transmigrator, Lin Mo had been able to remember things from birth.

Thus, he still remembered this major childhood event that had changed the course of his life with perfect clarity.

"Then do you hate them?" Shangguan Wuqing continued asking curiously.

"I wouldn't go so far as to call it hatred."

Lin Mo's tone was frighteningly calm. "It was because of them that I came into this world. But it was also because of them that I endured a hundred years of inhuman treatment in the First Saint Sect. You could say we're even. Neither side owes the other anything."

"Perhaps they've long since forgotten they ever had a son like me."

"Little old man, you have quite a good outlook. If it were me, I'd probably hate them to death," Shangguan Wuqing said, admitting she fell short of him.

Lin Mo merely smiled without agreeing or disagreeing.

Really, when he thought about it carefully, what use would hating them be?

Leaving aside whether he could still find them, even if his parents appeared before Lin Mo now, he might not recognize them anymore.

Or perhaps they had failed to break through to the foundation establishment realm and extend their lifespans, and had long since been laid to rest.

"Let's not talk about them anymore."

Shangguan Wuqing promptly changed the subject. "Little old man, have you ever considered becoming an Inner Sect Disciple instead of a Servant Disciple? With your current cultivation, you should be able to pass the Inner Sect Disciple assessment."