Hearing Ling Qingxue’s sudden question, Luo Yin turned to look at her and pondered for a moment before saying, “So, what do you think? Could it be me?”
Ling Qingxue met his gaze and let out a soft sigh. “If this were a month ago, I would have been absolutely certain it wasn’t you. But your changes lately have been too drastic—I can’t see through you at all. Plus, just a few days ago, you told me you had to head out, and right after that, the Heavenly Fiend Sect was wiped out.”
Ling Qingxue didn’t voice her thoughts outright, but they were plain enough.
Luo Yin smiled faintly and continued walking forward.
“You’re right—it was me. But the Heavenly Fiend Sect wasn’t my real target. I just took them out while I was at it.”
Even though she had already suspected as much in her heart, Ling Qingxue’s beautiful eyes widened slightly in shock when Luo Yin admitted it. She found it somewhat unbelievable.
Sure, the Heavenly Fiend Sect wasn’t particularly powerful, but it was still a whole sect!
She herself had the ability to destroy them before, but what about Luo Yin?
He had only been at the Body Tempering Realm First Layer back then!
No matter how fast his progress had been these past few days, he couldn’t possibly be such a freakish prodigy!
And from the rumors, the one who destroyed the Heavenly Fiend Sect had used a Peach Flower Branch.
That meant Luo Yin hadn’t even bothered with any divine weapons or treasures—he had wiped out an entire sect with an ordinary Peach Flower Branch?
Ling Qingxue stood there in a daze for a moment.
Snapping out of it, she hurried after Luo Yin, who was already walking ahead, and asked, “So what was the real purpose of your trip? How did you end up getting involved with the Heavenly Fiend Sect?”
Luo Yin glanced at her indifferently. “What’s it to you?”
With that, he walked off.
“You…”
Ling Qingxue was a little stunned as she watched his retreating back, stamping her foot in frustration.
But a moment later, she followed after him anyway.
…
“It’s mealtime. The ingredients are in the kitchen—go make me something to eat.”
Back at his residence, Luo Yin said to Ling Qingxue.
“Luo Yin! I’m your Shizun! Not your servant girl!”
Ling Qingxue gnashed her teeth and glared at him.
“Oh? In that case, how about you teach me some cultivation techniques instead? You can pick one—cooking or teaching me. Otherwise, hand over the Jade-Faced Demon Mask and go back to wherever you came from.”
Luo Yin didn’t push it and just shrugged.
“Fine, I’ll go make the food then.”
Ling Qingxue deflated instantly.
In her current state, she was no different from an ordinary mortal. She couldn’t even access any cultivation methods—how was she supposed to help Luo Yin cultivate?
Just verbally passing on knowledge?
If cultivation were as simple as lecturing in class, with disciples grasping everything from words alone, it would be far too easy.
Seeing Ling Qingxue’s dejected look, Luo Yin couldn’t help but smile.
He planned to break down her mental defenses step by step. Once he kept ordering her around and she truly started acting like a servant girl, he could switch up his attitude in a few days, and her favorability would shoot right up.
Of course, all this hinged on Ling Qingxue not hating him too much.
If she kept holding that night against him, raising her favorability would be a lot trickier.
While Ling Qingxue busied herself in the kitchen, Luo Yin sat alone and began circulating the Daoyan Demonic Canon.
He hadn’t fully mastered it yet, but he could already sense its incredible power.
It was still only at the first layer for now. Once he broke through to the second, there would likely be a qualitative leap.
“Senior Brother! Senior Brother!! Are you in?”
Just as he was about to delve deeper into the Daoyan Demonic Canon, Liu Qingchan’s voice came from outside.
Luo Yin paused, stood up, and opened the door. There stood Liu Qingchan in a flowing azure gown, her figure swaying gracefully.
The moment she saw Luo Yin open the door, a bright, happy smile lit up her face.
Luo Yin smiled faintly in return. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much! I just felt like coming over to hang out.”
Liu Qingchan giggled and, without standing on ceremony, stepped right inside.
Luo Yin closed the door behind her and chuckled. “There’s nothing fun to do here, you know.”
Liu Qingchan grinned. “Hee hee, aren’t you fun enough, Senior Brother?”
Luo Yin: “…”
Seeing the mischievous glint in Liu Qingchan’s eyes, Luo Yin instinctively pulled his clothes tighter around himself, coughed twice, and changed the subject. “Ahem! A few days ago, the Holy Lord kept you behind—what did he say to you?”
At his words, Liu Qingchan’s expression shifted slightly.
She gave a wry smile. “I really never imagined it—I actually turned out to be the Holy Lord’s daughter.”
“Oh? He told you that straight up? No mistake? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. He even knew about the birthmark on my body and some trivial memories from my childhood. Plus, my Taiyi Sacred Body has awakened.”
“And what about you and him…?”
Liu Qingchan shook her head. “I can’t quite accept it just yet, but if I take it slow, I think I can get used to it eventually.”
Luo Yin nodded.
No one could easily accept suddenly having a father with such an impressive background pop up out of nowhere.
“Senior Brother, I’m so worried he’ll make me marry into some alliance! I heard that the holy maidens from many sacred lands and sects have to do political marriages! I’m scared!”
Liu Qingchan suddenly put on a pitiful expression.
Luo Yin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t overthink it. You’ve only just come back—he probably wants to keep you by his side every single day. Marriage? No way. Have you been reading too many romance novels?”
Even if the Holy Lord did try to arrange a marriage for Liu Qingchan, Luo Yin would find a way to stop it.
Forget her being the female lead—even just based on her steadily rising favorability, he had every reason to keep her around.
Liu Qingchan’s favorability had already reached 60.
And he hadn’t even done much to earn it.
Maybe this was what they called lovestruck.
“Dinner’s ready! Eat up! Hope you choke on it!”
Just as the two were chatting amiably, a graceful figure emerged from the kitchen, carrying several dishes.
“She is…?”
Liu Qingchan turned and blinked at the woman before her, a flicker of dimness passing through her eyes as she looked to Luo Yin for an answer.
Ling Qingxue’s heart skipped a beat.
She hadn’t noticed the activity here earlier and was surprised to see Liu Qingchan upon coming out.
Liu Qingchan was her first direct female disciple and quite the likable one at that.
Had she been recognized?
Luo Yin waved it off. “Just my servant girl.”
Hearing Luo Yin call her a servant girl, Ling Qingxue’s brows furrowed sharply.
Bang!
She slammed the dishes down onto the table and sat off to the side.
Liu Qingchan’s mouth twitched slightly.
This… was really a servant girl?
Since when did Senior Brother have a servant?
One with such a fiery temper, no less?
Did Senior Brother have some kind of special fetish?
“Ahem, don’t mind her—she’s just got a temper like that. You’ll get used to it. Let’s eat!”
Luo Yin coughed lightly and steered the conversation elsewhere.
As if suddenly remembering something, Liu Qingchan asked, “Oh, right, Senior Brother! Are you the Peach Blossom Hero?”
