Chapter 103 Little Brother Lu Ming... is here again!

Mo Qingzhu gave a soft cry, her arms subconsciously wrapping around her chest in a defensive posture, but under Xiao Ming's scorching gaze, she slowly loosened them, finally just resting them lightly on the jade platform beside her, her fingertips curling slightly.

She turned her face away, not daring to meet Xiao Ming's eyes. Her beautiful eyelashes hung down, wet and trembling incessantly. Her cheeks were as red as the sunset clouds, and even her neck and delicate collarbones were stained with a moving crimson hue.

Xiao Ming leaned in front of her, gazing burningly as he admired this boundless spring scenery awaiting his plucking. He slowly reached out and grasped one of Mo Qingzhu's slender ankles.

The sensation from his palm was cool and smooth, like fine mutton-fat warm jade. He used both hands to knead, neither too lightly nor too heavily, and then followed that perfect leg line, all the way up.

Just as Xiao Ming was diligently "treating" Mo Qingzhu's weak legs, halfway up Holy Son Peak, a pair of sisters with distinct personalities were slowly strolling along the winding path.

They were none other than Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang, who had been settled in. They had largely familiarized themselves with the environment of Holy Son Peak; the Spiritual Qi here was far more abundant than in Yuan City, and the scenery was exceptionally serene and beautiful. However, the atmosphere always permeated a profound and indescribable pressure, making them have to be extra careful in their words and actions.

Yu Linlang linked her arm with her sister's, her large eyes blinking with curiosity. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she leaned into Yu Linglong's ear, lowered her voice, and said with irrepressible curiosity and a desire to share: "Sister, I just... I think I saw Senior Sister Qingzhu."

"Oh?" Yu Linglong's expression was calm, her gaze still fixed on the path ahead. "Senior Sister Qingzhu is staying at Holy Son Peak; it is perfectly normal for her to walk around the peak."

"No, it's not that," Yu Linlang shook her head, her voice softer still. She subconsciously looked around and said with a pure expression: "I mean... I saw her coming out of the Saint's main hall. And..." She paused, a trace of confusion and bewilderment appearing on her small face. "Senior Sister Qingzhu looked a bit strange; her face was so red, and her eyes were watery. She was completely different from usual."

Yu Linglong's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly. The situation her sister described immediately made her think of certain speculations, and her heart tightened slightly. But she did not show it on her face, instead gently patting her sister's hand, her voice calm and waveless: "Linlang, do not let your imagination run wild. Now that we have arrived at such a Holy Land for Cultivation, you must work hard!"

She stopped and turned to face her sister, looking directly into her clear, naive eyes, her tone becoming a bit more serious: "Remember, we sisters are now in this Heavenly Demon Sect. You must remember to be cautious in your words and actions and do your duty; that is the foundation of our foothold here. The Saint's affairs are by no means something you or I can pry into or discuss, do you understand?"

Yu Linlang was stunned by her sister's serious expression and words. She had originally wanted to say that last time at the Blood Pool, she saw the Saint and a stunningly beautiful yet terrifying woman... Thinking of this, her pink, pretty face flushed red, and she unconsciously touched her red lips.

But remembering the Saint's words, as well as her sister's recent teachings, she pursed her lips and did not say it out loud. Although her curiosity was still scratching like a kitten's claws, she obediently nodded: "Mm, Linlang knows, I won't speak nonsense."

Seeing this, Yu Linglong's expression softened slightly. She linked her sister's arm again and continued walking forward, though she glanced at the direction of the mountain peak from the corner of her eye, a trace of complex ripples flashing deep in her eyes.

On the other side, in the bathing pool, Xiao Ming's technique remained "clumsy," with just the right amount of strength, kneading for Mo Qingzhu, attempting to alleviate that soreness which might truly exist.

Xiao Ming's palms were scorching, his fingertips brushing lightly, bringing up waves of uncontrollable numbness and trembling. He admired the leg lines of Mo Qingzhu, which tightened and relaxed from time to time, feeling a secret thrill in his heart.

"Mm... Ah..." A faint sound of pleasure spilled from Mo Qingzhu's red lips. She could not help but tilt her head back, revealing her swan-like, graceful neck. Gazing obsessively at this incomparably handsome man in front of her, Mo Qingzhu's breathing had long since become completely chaotic.

Every touch from Xiao Ming seemed to carry an electric current, darting through her limbs and bones, gathering in her lower abdomen, igniting clusters of unbearable flames. Looking at the handsome face so close at hand, her eyes were filled with desire and submission.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman before him, her passion surging like a tide, and the alluring scene of her opening up without reservation, blooming at this moment only for him, Xiao Ming felt incomparably content, filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Finally, when Mo Qingzhu once again could not suppress it, and that sweet, soul-stirring soft moan spilled from her throat—the string in Xiao Ming's mind called reason snapped with a bang.

He gave a low roar, no longer restraining himself. Right there on the edge of the warm jade platform, in that small space where the spring water rippled, he lunged forward, completely enveloping her under his aura and shadow.

The dense mist churned violently, and the suddenly intense splashing of water broke the previous ambiguous tranquility.

The pool water was splashed about by this sudden movement, and layers of ripples, with them as the center, rapidly pushed toward the pool walls, creating circles of waves. The steaming water vapor became thicker and thicker, blurring the two tightly pressed figures, leaving only intermittent singing sounds, intertwined with the swaying of the water, lingering endlessly within this empty bathing pool.

(Three thousand words of romantic description omitted here...)

Just as the clouds and rain were in full swing in the bathing pool and the spring tide was surging, outside Holy Son Peak, a relatively tall and straight young figure arrived once again at the gate of Holy Son Peak along the familiar mountain path. The person who came was none other than Lu Ming.

Lu Ming's arrival here was naturally specifically to find Mo Qingzhu. Since returning from Yuan City, he had always been concerned about the matter of asking his elder brother, Xiao Ming, to intercede for him in front of Qingzhu, wondering if there had been any turning point.

Today, after handling some Family affairs, he couldn't wait to come and inquire, hoping to find a suitable opportunity to apologize to Qingzhu in person and beg for her forgiveness. Walking to the foot of the peak, he was about to transmit his voice to knock on the door according to etiquette, but his gaze was attracted by the two slender figures whispering not far away—it was that pair of sisters from the Yu Family, whom he had met a few times in Yuan City.

Lu Ming's heart stirred. He walked forward slowly and stood a few steps away from them, a habitual gentle smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said: "So it is the two sisters of the Yu Family. I am Lu Ming, the younger brother of the Saint Xiao. Please forgive the intrusion, but is Senior Sister Qingzhu currently on the peak?"

Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang, who were whispering, turned their heads upon hearing the voice. Seeing it was Lu Ming, they both recognized him. When they heard him mention "Senior Sister Qingzhu," the sisters immediately understood—this was the well-known Dao Companion of Senior Sister Qingzhu.

Yu Linglong pulled her sister and returned the salute gracefully. Her expression was calm, and her tone was polite but carried a hint of imperceptible deliberation as she replied: "Greetings, Senior Brother Lu! Senior Sister Qingzhu... is currently on the peak."

Upon hearing this, an obvious look of joy appeared on Lu Ming's face, and he hurriedly cupped his hands: "I must trouble the two sisters to pass on a message." He lowered his stance significantly, his tone sincere; he was clearly very concerned about this meeting. After all, this was about whether Qingzhu would be willing to forgive him!

Yu Linglong was about to agree, intending to let her sister wait here while she returned to the peak to inform Mo Qingzhu. She was meticulous and tactful, so it would be more secure for her, the elder sister, to handle it.

However, before she could open her mouth, Yu Linlang beside her had already agreed quickly: "Alright, then Senior Brother Lu, you wait, I'll go tell Senior Sister Qingzhu right now!" Having said that, as if afraid her sister would snatch this "errand," she swished her skirt, turned around, and trotted lightly toward the direction of the main hall at the peak, leaving behind Yu Linglong, whose hand was extended in a futile attempt to stop her, looking helpless.

"This girl..." Yu Linglong sighed inwardly, but on the surface, she had to maintain a polite, shallow smile toward Lu Ming: "My sister is young and a bit impatient; please forgive her, Senior Brother Lu. Please wait here for a moment." She looked normal on the surface, but her heart was faintly uneasy. Her sister had always been reckless and foolishly naive.

Lu Ming did not suspect anything. Instead, he felt the little girl was lively and straightforward, smiling: "It's no problem, thank you, Sister Linlang." Thus, the two waited quietly by the mountain gate. The mountain breeze blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and time seemed to be stretched out in the waiting.

As for Yu Linlang, she trotted all the way to the front of the main hall. She tidied her slightly messy hair and said respectfully to the main hall gate: "Your servant Yu Linlang, may I ask, Saint, is Senior Sister Qingzhu inside? Senior Brother Lu Ming is at the foot of the peak requesting to see Senior Sister Qingzhu!"

There was no sound inside the hall, only her own echo gently reverberating between the beams and pillars.

"Eh? Is there no one?" Yu Linlang blinked her eyes, raised her voice, and repeated it again, but there was still no answer.

She stood up slowly, gently pushed open the slightly ajar hall door, and poked her head in to look. Inside the gorgeous and empty hall, incense curled, but there was not a single soul to be seen.

She was feeling confused and hesitating whether to withdraw, when a sound, extremely faint and still faintly audible after being heavily obstructed, drifted into her ears. The sound was blurry and intermittent, like painful sobbing, and also like pleasurable ecstasy, mixed with the clear sound of splashing water, coming from the direction of the side door behind the main hall.

Yu Linlang, as if bewitched, lightened her footsteps. Like a curious kitten, she tiptoed through the corridor following the sound, arriving at the tightly closed side door. The sound inside was clearer now; the ambiguous rhythm and suppressed panting made her knit her brows, her large eyes filled with confusion.

Standing before the door, she hesitated again and again. Thinking of her sister and Senior Brother Lu Ming waiting at the foot of the peak, she finally bit the bullet, gently knocked on the door, and called out in a crisp voice: "Saint? Are you there? Senior Brother Lu Ming is waiting at the foot of the peak, wanting to see Senior Sister Qingzhu."

Inside the door, the faint sound suddenly stopped, followed by a louder, messy splashing sound as if something had been knocked over or overturned, but there was still no response to her question.

After waiting for a few breaths, there was only slightly heavy breathing and rustling movements inside the door. Yu Linlang felt increasingly strange and also a bit impatient, thinking perhaps the Saint was Cultivating and didn't hear? She bit her lip and reached out to tentatively push the side door in front of her, while speaking again: "Saint, is your servant coming in?"