“You… what are you laughing at!!”
Hearing Luo Yin’s laughter, Ling Qingxue’s pretty face instantly flushed red with embarrassment.
She shot him a coquettishly angry glare and said, “Wasn’t it you who told me to put these on? Now that I have, you’re laughing at me!”
At that moment, she really wanted to find a hole to crawl into. This outfit had felt awkward on her from the start anyway.
Fortunately, it still looked pretty good, so she had buried that awkwardness deep inside.
But the moment Luo Yin saw her, he burst out laughing, which made her feel strange. Was it because she didn’t look good in it? Or…
Had she put it on wrong?
Luo Yin’s laughter gradually subsided as he walked over to Ling Qingxue’s side.
She looked at him oddly, unsure what he was up to.
Then Luo Yin gently took hold of her slender arm and slid the white silk stocking off, holding it in his hand.
“This thing isn’t meant to go on your arm.”
“So where does it go?”
Ling Qingxue stared at the white silk stocking in Luo Yin’s hand, puzzled.
No wonder it had felt so awkward.
She could barely move her arms.
Luo Yin chuckled, bent down, and slipped off her shoes, revealing a pair of small, delicate feet that were fair and rosy.
He admired them for a moment.
Then he gently grasped one foot. Ling Qingxue instinctively trembled all over.
Luo Yin smiled faintly and slipped the white silk stocking over her toes, pulling it up along her smooth ankle and pristine calf all the way past her knee.
He repeated the process with the other leg.
Stepping back, he nodded in satisfaction.
Ling Qingxue stood up on instinct and looked down, her pretty face turning slightly red.
So that’s how you wore it.
The thought that she had put something meant for her legs on her arms instead made her heart fill with embarrassment.
No wonder Luo Yin had laughed—it was just too ridiculous.
She sat back on the bed and reached for her shoes beside it, about to put them on, when Luo Yin stopped her.
“Hold on!”
Ling Qingxue looked up at him. “What’s wrong? Can’t I wear shoes?”
Luo Yin grinned mischievously. “You can, but not right now. Otherwise, you’ll have to take them off again later.”
Ling Qingxue frowned and changed the subject. “Did you get my things back?”
“Of course. They weren’t in some dangerous spot, so it was easy to retrieve them. And you know what? There really were some pills and heavenly materials and earthly treasures inside that could help you.”
Luo Yin said this while admiring Ling Qingxue.
“Of course there were! Why else would I have been so urgent about sending you?”
Ling Qingxue huffed.
Luo Yin smiled. “This Life Surge Pill will definitely help you recover your strength, but it’ll only last about half an hour.”
With that, Luo Yin produced a pale yellow pill.
Ling Qingxue immediately reached for it. “Half an hour can save my life sometimes! Give it to me!”
Luo Yin dodged her hand and said, “Give it to you? Sure, I can do that. But I’ve been in seclusion for so long and then ran around all day. I’m a bit tired. Shouldn’t you show some appreciation?”
A flash of anger crossed Ling Qingxue’s face. Her chest heaved with indignation as she glared at Luo Yin.
After a long moment, she deflated like a punctured balloon and reached for the cord tied around her waist, as if to untie it.
Luo Yin smiled and stopped her hand. “No need! Keep the outfit on and help me bathe first! Oh, actually, put the shoes on. The floor’s dirty—you can take them off later.”
Ling Qingxue put on her shoes in annoyance.
In the blink of an eye, Luo Yin was already sitting in the wooden tub, soaking in the bath.
Ling Qingxue walked over hesitantly, stopped behind him, paused for a moment, and then gently began scrubbing his back and kneading his shoulders.
Time passed unnoticed.
Luo Yin eventually rose from the tub and lay down on the bed.
He smiled at Ling Qingxue. “Keep the outfit on. Let’s keep it simple tonight. You used your hands last time. This time…”
His gaze drifted to her feet.
Ling Qingxue was still puzzled at first.
But she quickly caught on. There were so many variations?!
…
The night passed quietly.
The next day, Ling Qingxue had changed back into her own clothes.
She was already out in the courtyard before Luo Yin even got up.
True to his word, Luo Yin had given her the pill.
As for the heavenly materials and earthly treasures, she couldn’t use a storage ring yet, so Luo Yin had put them in a separate one and slipped it onto her finger.
Of course, relying on those to fully restore her strength was unrealistic.
They could at best let her start cultivating again, but rebuilding to her peak from scratch would take who knew how many years.
So she still needed a way to recover her power directly.
“Sister Qingxue, how was the young master? Was he amazing?”
Ling’er suddenly bounced out from somewhere and stood beside Ling Qingxue, asking with a cheeky grin.
Ling Qingxue rolled her eyes at her. “Amazing! Of course he was! How could the guy who blew up the Profound Heaven Tower not be?”
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
Ling’er pouted.
Ling Qingxue puffed out her cheeks in frustration. “If you want to know so badly, go try it yourself!”
Ling’er put on a pitiful expression. “Ling’er is too small. The young master doesn’t like…”
“What are you two talking about!?”
Luo Yin’s voice rang out. Both women turned.
Ling Qingxue remembered the weirdness from last night and snapped without good humor, “Nothing! Aren’t we heading to Fuyao Holy Land today? When do we leave?”
Luo Yin ignored the irritation in her tone and waved his hand. “Right away. There’s no teleportation array directly between our holy land and Fuyao Holy Land, so we’ll teleport to the Great Gan Dynasty first and then head there on our own.”
The Great Gan Dynasty was a mortal empire.
Its overall strength was relatively weak—even the imperial family didn’t have high cultivation levels.
In the eyes of sects and holy lands in the Northern Spirit Realm, it wasn’t much. But to ordinary mortals, it was a flourishing dynasty.
Luo Yin and the two women used their sect’s teleportation array to reach the Great Gan Dynasty, then hurried straight toward Fuyao Holy Land.
It wasn’t far from the Great Gan Dynasty to Fuyao Holy Land.
By afternoon, the three of them arrived at the outer sect of Fuyao Holy Land.
An outer sect elder had been waiting there for some time, arranged by Luo Qianqiu.
Under the outer sect elder’s guidance, the trio made their way to Fuyao Holy Land’s main peak, Fuyao Peak.
“Young Master Luo! You’ve arrived!”
Luo Qianqiu must have received word from the outer sect elder. She appeared right in front of them just as they reached Fuyao Peak.
Because of Luo Yin’s arrival, she hadn’t gone shopping at the Holy Land Bazaar with Qing’er.
“My father has already prepared a banquet in Fuyao Holy Palace, but it’s private—he didn’t invite many people. I hope you understand, Young Master.”
“No problem. I’m not one for elaborate ceremonies anyway. Too many people would just be a hassle.”
Luo Yin waved it off.
Luo Qianqiu smiled faintly. “Then please, follow me.”
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