32: Chapter 32 You've practically been marinated in pure Yang energy!

Yu Linglong didn't want to listen to any more of Cao Kun's "green tea" nonsense.

She stretched out her slender hand and grabbed Cao Kun by the back of his collar.

With incredible speed, she headed straight for Lianxiang Peak.

The onlookers below watched the purple light dissipate in the sky and finally dared to breathe freely.

Everyone was speculating about what kind of tear-jerking scene would happen when this Revered Master and Disciple returned.

"This is too outrageous! Elder Yu is actually protecting him to this extent!"

"That brat Cao Kun must have fed Elder Yu some kind of love potion; I even heard him call Elder Yu 'baby'!"

"Bullshit! Cao Kun was calling himself 'baby'! But this 'tea art'... it's simply a disgrace to us male cultivators!"

"Damn, I've learned something today!"

...

Lianxiang Peak, main hall inner chamber.

Cao Kun was sprawled out on Yu Linglong's exclusive cloud bed.

He tossed the bottle of Grade 5 spirit condensing pill into the air and caught it steadily.

"Revered Master, your acting on stage just now has really regressed."

Cao Kun smacked his lips.

"I had already built up the atmosphere to that point, why did you only extort one bottle of spirit condensing pill?"

"That old guy is an Alchemy Pavilion Elder; he's loaded."

"We should have at least scammed him out of three or five Profound Rank Magical Artifacts, plus a hundred or eighty thousand Spirit Stones to make it worth it."

Cao Kun's tone was filled with regret.

Yu Linglong stood by the bed, her chest heaving with anger.

This Rebellious Disciple!

He takes advantage and then acts innocent.

Does he really think a Golden Core Elder is a soft persimmon that can be squeezed at will?

"What do you know!"

Yu Linglong retorted coldly.

"Do you think Ye Ting can sit firmly in the position of Alchemy Pavilion Elder just because of his little bit of Alchemy?"

Cao Kun stopped tossing the medicine bottle and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Could it be that he has backing?"

Yu Linglong sneered.

"Ye Ting has an Elder sister."

"His sister is the Dual Cultivation Dao Companion of the current Inner Sect Grand Elder, Su Changhe!"

"Su Changhe is a genuine Early Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse!"

Yu Linglong crossed her arms and looked down at Cao Kun.

"You ruined the Ye family's root today."

"On the surface, Ye Ting is constrained by Sect rules and my deterrence, so he really doesn't dare to touch you."

"But what about behind your back?"

"As long as Su Changhe lifts a finger, you wouldn't even know how you died in this Hehuan Sect!"

Yu Linglong's voice grew louder as she spoke.

She felt secretly smug in her heart.

[Now you know to be afraid, right?]

[The rage of a Nascent Soul powerhouse is not something you, a brat who just broke through to the Late Stage Foundation Establishment, can withstand.]

Yu Linglong waited in anticipation to see Cao Kun pale with fright.

She even fantasized about him crawling on the ground, hugging her thighs, and begging for protection.

At that time, she could take advantage of the situation to properly discipline this Rebellious Disciple who deceived his Revered Master and destroyed his ancestors.

Force him to restrain those base methods used to control her.

Re-establish the supreme majesty of the Revered Master!

However.

The script did not unfold as Yu Linglong had envisioned.

After hearing these words, Cao Kun did not show the slightest fear.

Instead, he propped his chin with one hand, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

[Early Nascent Soul Stage?]

[Inner Sect Grand Elder?]

[This is great; beat the small one, and the old one comes. These resources delivered to my doorstep are truly timely.]

Cao Kun suddenly sat up and grabbed Yu Linglong's fair wrist.

With a forceful pull.

"Ah!"

Caught off guard, Yu Linglong let out a cry of surprise and fell directly onto Cao Kun's lap.

"Rebellious Disciple! What are you doing again! How presumptuous!"

Yu Linglong struggled in panic, trying to get up.

But that 43-point taming value made her resistance seem like she was welcoming it, soft and powerless.

Cao Kun wrapped his arms around Yu Linglong's curvaceous waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Oh my, the Nascent Soul Stage is so scary~"

Cao Kun's tone was exaggerated and completely insincere.

"Disciple is only at the Late Stage Foundation Establishment right now; if I go up against a Nascent Soul powerhouse, wouldn't I be slapped into meat paste?"

"For the sake of Disciple's life and safety, and to be able to show filial piety to Revered Master day and night..."

Cao Kun's fingers gently rubbed against Yu Linglong's waist.

"Disciple must improve his strength as quickly as possible to protect himself."

"Since this Su Changhe is the Inner Sect Grand Elder, he must have plenty of resources in his hands."

"When my cultivation level goes up, I'll finish him off, and won't those resources belong to both of us, Revered Master and Disciple?"

Cao Kun leaned into Yu Linglong's ear and blew a puff of hot air.

"So, please let Disciple absorb your Primordial Yin properly!"

Yu Linglong's eyes widened, and she was completely dumbfounded.

What kind of twisted logic is this?

After provoking a Nascent Soul powerhouse, the first reaction isn't to run away, but to covet the other person's resources?

And what does this have to do with absorbing my Primordial Yin?

"You bastard, let go of me!"

"I won't... Mmph!"

Her protest was completely blocked in her throat.

Half an hour later.

The Formation light curtain in the main hall's inner chamber lit up.

But faint "oh-ho-ho-ho" sounds could still be heard.

The female Disciples of Lianxiang Peak passing by the main hall all blushed and quickened their pace.

On the other side.

Lianxiang Peak back mountain, Medicinal Garden Pavilion.

Leng Qingyue lay on the wooden bed and slowly opened her eyes.

She tried to move her body.

The soreness still spread throughout her body.

But compared to the exhaustion of the morning, it had recovered quite a bit.

At least she could get out of bed and walk around.

Leng Qingyue pulled back the quilt.

On her fair ankle, that purple gold bell emitted a crisp sound.

"Ding-dang—"

Hearing this bell sound, Cao Kun's handsome face involuntarily appeared in Leng Qingyue's mind.

A blush appeared on her cheeks.

[Big liar.]

[We agreed it was just to adjust my state for the battle, but not only did he toss me around during the day, he still wants to continue verifying it at night...]

Leng Qingyue shook her head to dispel those images in her mind.

She put on that plain white dress and pushed open the wooden door of the pavilion.

The sunlight spilled onto her face.

A breeze blew across the medicinal garden, bringing waves of the fragrance of Spirit Medicine.

Leng Qingyue took a deep breath of the fresh air from the back mountain.

Just then.

A red figure jumped down from the tree canopy next to the pavilion.

It landed silently behind Leng Qingyue.

A pair of slender arms suddenly wrapped around from behind, tightly hugging Leng Qingyue's waist.

"Little Qingyue, did you miss me~"

A charming voice rang in her ear.

Leng Qingyue's body tensed up.

Just as she was about to instinctively counterattack, she recognized this familiar voice.

Her tense nerves relaxed.

"Rumeng! When did you get back?"

Leng Qingyue turned around.

Looking at the woman in front of her wearing a fiery red dress with a beautiful face.

The person who came was Leng Qingyue's only good best friend in the Hehuan Sect, the Personal Disciple of Baihua Peak, Liu Rumeng.

Liu Rumeng had accepted a hunting mission from the Sect some time ago and went to the periphery of the Ten Thousand Mountains for training.

According to the original plan, she shouldn't have returned to the Sect until next month.

"The mission was completed ahead of schedule, so I rushed back to see you."

Liu Rumeng let go and walked in front of Leng Qingyue.

She put her hands behind her back, circled around Leng Qingyue, and looked her up and down.

"Oh my, I haven't seen you for a few months, and my Qingyue has become even more lovely."

Liu Rumeng giggled and leaned forward.

She stretched out her white, tender fingers and gently lifted Leng Qingyue's chin.

"Let me see, has my cold Fairy been taken by some man without eyes during this time..."

Halfway through her sentence.

Liu Rumeng's movements suddenly stiffened, and the playfulness on her face disappeared bit by bit.

Replaced by a touch of doubt and shock.

Liu Rumeng twitched her delicate nose.

She leaned close to Leng Qingyue's neck.

And took two deep whiffs in her hair.

Leng Qingyue's heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition surged into her heart.

She subconsciously took half a step back, her voice trembling slightly.

"You... what are you smelling?"

"Qingyue."

Liu Rumeng's voice became extremely serious, even carrying a trace of incredulity.

"On your body... why is there a man's scent?"

Leng Qingyue's face turned crimson instantly, her hands wringing together uneasily.

"I... I didn't..."

"Don't pretend."

Liu Rumeng stepped forward, closing in on Leng Qingyue again.

"I Cultivate the 'Art of Seeking Fragrance' from Baihua Peak, so I am most sensitive to aura."

"This Pure Yang Qi on your body is so rich it's simply terrifying."

"And the aura is profound, reaching straight to the bone marrow."

"It's simply as if you've been marinated inside and out by someone with Pure Yang Qi!"

Just at this moment.

Leng Qingyue stepped back half a step, and the purple gold bell on her ankle emitted a "ding-dang" crisp sound again.

Liu Rumeng glanced over.

She immediately saw that ambiguous Magic Treasure anklet.

"Good heavens! You even wore this kind of Magical Artifact?"

"You don't even let men get within three feet of you usually, but now, you're playing quite wildly!"

Liu Rumeng put her hands on her hips, stared at Leng Qingyue's face that was about to smoke, and smiled mischievously.

"Confess honestly, how long have you two... been Cultivating together?"