107: Chapter 107 Heading to Qingyu Pavilion, a Forced Dream

"Lord Saint."

Cang Li also finished his cultivation and cupped his fists respectfully toward Lin Ran.

"Mhm, there shouldn't be any more opportunities left in the Tomb of the Crescent Moon. Along the way, all those treasure boxes had already been taken by others."

"It's time for us to leave this place."

Lin Ran said.

Ye Mingyue and Cang Li nodded.

Before long, three figures slowly emerged in front of the entrance to the Tomb of the Crescent Moon.

It was Lin Ran's group of three!

Seeing Lin Ran appear, Xia Lingshuang and Yan Ruyu immediately showed up before him.

"Little Ranran, how was the harvest?"

Yan Ruyu pulled Lin Ran into her embrace, gave his face a thorough smothering, and asked.

"Mmph, mmph..."

"The harvest was alright; I've obtained everything I wanted."

Lin Ran broke free and said while panting heavily.

"That's good. What about Xiao Huohuo?"

"He fled with heavy injuries."

"Why didn't you kill him?"

Yan Ruyu asked.

Lin Ran shook his head. "Xiao Huohuo isn't that easy to kill, or rather, now isn't the time to kill him yet."

"However, I have a premonition that the next time I see him, he will surely die."

Yan Ruyu nodded gently. "As long as you're confident. Your Martial Aunt believes in you."

Watching Yan Ruyu and Lin Ran being so affectionate while she had to silently endure the pain of extreme cold, Xia Lingshuang couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

Lin Ran noticed this and saw that Xia Lingshuang's delicate body was once again covered in a layer of frost. He immediately broke free from Yan Ruyu's embrace, pulled Xia Lingshuang into his arms instead, and manifested his Innate Pure Yang.

"Lingshuang, has your Innate Pure Yang Qi run out again?"

Xia Lingshuang nodded in silence.

"Why didn't you just say so? If you need anything, just tell me. You hold an indispensable place in my heart as well."

Lin Ran's tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of reproach.

Xia Lingshuang pursed her lips, turned her head slightly away, and whispered,

"I just felt like... you don't seem to need me?"

Lin Ran was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

It seemed Xia Lingshuang was feeling insecure.

To make Xia Lingshuang's favorability break through to 100, he would have to give her a full sense of security.

"Lingshuang, in This Holy Son's eyes, you're a bit adorably foolish."

"You say This Holy Son doesn't need you, but that's just your own imagination. How could you know what would happen to my heart if I lost you?"

Lin Ran grabbed Xia Lingshuang's wrist and gently placed her hand over his heart.

Xia Lingshuang clearly felt Lin Ran's heartbeat, and for some reason, her own heart began to race as well.

A subtle blush appeared on her cheeks, looking even more bashful under the sunlight, though the redness on her earlobes faded slightly.

"Alright, alright, stop being so lovey-dovey, you two."

"Little Ranran, are we going back to Yunzhou next, or staying in Qingzhou?"

Yan Ruyu moved with graceful steps, interrupting their intimacy.

Lin Ran glanced at Ye Mingyue and said with a deep gaze,

"We're going to Qingyu Pavilion. My personal maid suffered a great injustice at Qingyu Pavilion. As her master, I naturally have to seek justice for her."

Hearing this, before Xia Lingshuang and Yan Ruyu could react, Ye Mingyue looked troubled and said anxiously,

"Young Master, how about... we just go back to your Feixian Sect?"

Since she had already decided to sever all ties with Qingyu Pavilion, she naturally didn't want to return there.

"Mingyue, with your Young Master here, you don't have to worry so much."

"You just need to lead us to Qingyu Pavilion."

Lin Ran smiled and rubbed the top of her head.

Ye Mingyue felt a bit more at ease and finally nodded. "Okay!"

The group set off immediately for Qingyu Pavilion without a moment's delay.

...

Qingzhou, Shenyu Mountain.

This place was shrouded in a constant drizzle of Spiritual Rain year-round. From a distance, it looked as if a hazy mist enveloped the divine mountain, creating a magnificent sight.

And the overlord power of Qingzhou—Qingyu Pavilion—was located within this divine mountain.

Inside Qingyu Pavilion.

Meng Qing sat high upon her divine throne, her gaze indifferent as she quietly watched the old woman below who had lost both her arms.

"You're saying you offended the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sect and then had your arms severed by a Peak Master of the Feixian Sect?"

"Xiao Xueyang died at the hands of the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sect, while Saint Son Zi Chen and Holy Maiden Feng Piaomiao died in the Tomb of the Crescent Moon. You suspect those two were also killed by the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sect?"

Meng Qing's tone was indifferent, a faint sneer playing on the corners of her mouth.

"Reporting to the Pavilion Master, besides the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Sect, who else could have killed Saint Son Zi Chen and Holy Maiden Piaomiao?"

"Pavilion Master, you must avenge me, and avenge our Qingyu Pavilion's Saint and Saintess!"

"If the Pavilion Master does not avenge our sect's Saint and Saintess, and does not avenge me, I fear it will dishearten the people!"

Grand Elder knelt on both knees, her face full of pain, yet a hint of calculation flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Meng Qing looked down at Grand Elder, her eyes narrowing slightly.

In the past, considering the power structure of Qingyu Pavilion, she would indeed have gone to the Feixian Sect to demand justice.

But things were different now. Ever since she had been open and honest with Lin Ran, she was no longer the person she used to be. She no longer had to live subserviently under others or care about their opinions!

"This Empress will send people to verify everything you've said."

"As for whether to seek justice for the three deceased—Zi Chen and the others—it will depend on what the facts are."

"If you have nothing else, you may withdraw."

Meng Qing yawned lazily and said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Grand Elder trembled all over and said hurriedly, "Pavilion Master, this..."

"Withdraw! This Empress does not wish to say it a third time!"

Meng Qing's gaze instantly turned cold, and even the temperature in the room dropped to the freezing point.

Grand Elder subconsciously shuddered, stood up, and left in a hurry.

She felt that Meng Qing was different now, seemingly becoming much more assertive than before.

But she couldn't understand where Meng Qing's confidence came from.

She had clearly fallen into someone else's trap before and was poisoned by the Hundred Poison Divine Water.

How did she change so much as soon as she returned?!

Grand Elder couldn't figure it out, but the more important thing right now was to report Meng Qing's changes to the Feng Family.

After all, the Feng Family and the Zi Family didn't like an assertive Meng Qing; what these two great families liked was only a Meng Qing who could be manipulated!

On the divine throne, Meng Qing slowly rose, left the area, and returned to her own residence.

"Lord Pavilion Master."

Seeing Meng Qing return, the maids in the residence also hurriedly bowed.

"Mhm, you may all leave."

Meng Qing nodded slightly and returned to her bedroom.

"Ever since doing those 'things I love to do' with that guy, my cultivation has mysteriously broken through to the Half-step Divine Fire Realm."

"That I can now escape the manipulation of the Zi and Feng Families is also thanks to him."

"Regardless, he and I are already husband and wife in fact. Once I've completely dealt with the troubles of the Feng and Zi Families, I can start looking for him."

"Sigh, unfortunately, after the deaths of Saint Son Zi Chen, Holy Maiden Feng Piaomiao, and Xiao Xueyang, it seems there are no talents left in the younger generation of my Qingyu Pavilion who are worth looking at."