479: Chapter 479 Two Days Two Days Two Days

Haoran Tower, courtyard.

Morning light filtered through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, spreading patches of broken gold across the bluestone ground.

Ye Xinglan and the other two stood in the courtyard.

Yue Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then carefully withdrew a neatly folded "handkerchief" from her sleeve, holding it out to Ling Hao with both hands, her small Face flushed red:

"Good Person Supreme... this... is for you."

Ling Hao took it and unfolded it—it was a dudou.

The moon-white silk was soft and thin, embroidered with silver cloud patterns along the edges. In the center was a small bird spreading its wings, the feathers outlined in light blue thread, looking lifelike. The center of the dudou was slightly bulged, as if something had been stuffed inside.

Ling Hao gently lifted it, and inside was a small, folded note with a few crooked characters written on it:

"Good Person Supreme, please miss me."

"Before coming here, I went to find Sister Changning, and she said... you like this."

Yue Qianqian hung her head, her ears turning almost transparently red. "I... I want you to remember me. When you miss me, you can... you can use it..."

Ling Hao's mouth twitched slightly.

Oh, little Changning, little Changning.

Ahhh, his disciples were becoming corrupted one by one right before his eyes. Even the most innocent little Yingying had been led astray by Yue Xinxi; it seemed only Yu Qing and Xiao Wei remained untainted.

However, it wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Ling Hao sighed, carefully folded the dudou, tucked it into his sleeve, and reached out to ruffle Yue Qianqian's hair:

"I'll remember. I will miss you."

Yue Qianqian looked up, her eyes sparkling, smiling like a little cat that had stolen a fish.

Beside them, Lan Zhiwei had been keeping her head down, twisting her cuffs, her cheeks flushed. Seeing that Yue Qianqian had finished her gift, she finally spoke, stuttering, her voice as quiet as a mosquito:

"Supreme... I, I also..."

She quickly pulled a bundle of folded silk from her bosom, stuffed it into Ling Hao's hand, then recoiled as if burned, jumping half a step back.

Ling Hao unfolded it—

It wasn't a dudou, but something even more intimate...

It was plain and unpatterned, with only a circle of extremely fine silver star trails embroidered along the edge. The fabric carried a crisp, cold fragrance, like winter plum blossoms mixed with the scent of a young girl.

The fabric was warm, and in the center was a small damp mark, faintly visible on the pale cyan silk, spreading out in a soft arc.

Ling Hao looked up at her.

"This was... only this morning..."

Lan Zhiwei couldn't continue; she turned her Face away, her ears red enough to bleed.

Ling Hao rubbed his forehead.

This was even more outrageous than Yue Qianqian's.

Ling Hao really wanted to say—you are so shameless.

Her intentions were also very clear, but unfortunately... they were about to part ways.

Ling Hao tucked it into his sleeve, then took a stack of jade talismans from his storage ring, divided them into two, and stuffed them into the hands of Yue Qianqian and Lan Zhiwei respectively:

"You gave me gifts, so it wouldn't be right if I didn't give you anything. Take these life-saving items. Below the seventh level of Mahayana, one jade talisman can block a fatal attack or launch one attack."

Both of them held the jade talismans, their eyes lighting up.

Ling Hao turned to look at Ye Xinglan, a mischievous smile curling his lips:

"Both your disciples have made a gesture; shouldn't you, as their Revered Master... make one too?"

Ye Xinglan kept a straight Face: "None."

Then, she pulled a large, square brocade box from her sleeve and handed it over:

"This is a return gift. Medicinal Pill."

Ling Hao took it suspiciously and opened the lid—

Inside, neatly folded, were three thongs.

One white, one purple, one black; made of silk, thin to the point of being almost transparent, with exquisite star patterns embroidered along the edges.

Ling Hao looked up at Ye Xinglan.

Ye Xinglan turned her Face away, not daring to meet his eyes.

Ling Hao's lips curled up slowly; he closed the lid and tucked it into his sleeve:

"Very good, I like it very much."

Yue Qianqian and Lan Zhiwei craned their necks to see, but Ling Hao stopped them with a look. Since she didn't want her disciples to know, he still had to save her some Face.

"Have you said goodbye to Xiao Wei and the others?" Ling Hao asked Lan Zhiwei.

Both nodded.

Yue Qianqian said: "We went to them first, then came to you."

"Good. I will see you off."

Ling Hao waved his sleeve, turned into a stream of light, and flew toward the north.

A thousand miles away, Ling Hao descended from the clouds and watched the figures of Ye Xinglan and the others disappear into the horizon.

Ye Xinglan looked back at him, her lips moving, making no sound, but Ling Hao read the two words—

"Wait for me."

... Haoran Tower, courtyard.

After Ling Hao left, Yu Lingshuang arrived. Discovering that Ling Hao was not there, she sat by the pavilion, watching the swaying bamboo shadows, waiting quietly.

Before long, a small figure approached with footsteps that sounded like silver bells.

Yu Lingshuang stood up and bowed slightly: "Supreme Baiyan."

Yue Xinlan waved her hand, her tone casual: "No need to be so polite."

Yu Lingshuang looked at the ancient Supreme in the form of a loli before her, feeling quite moved.

If she had met a Mahayana Supreme in the past, she would have been respectful and anxious. But now...

She could enter the Mahayana stage at any time and had someone behind her; maintaining etiquette was enough.

She even had the mood to think—

Supreme Baiyan, one of the nine ancient Supremes, was reincarnated and was now in the form of a loli.

She wondered when the Sect Master planned to make his move.

"Is the Supreme here to look for the Sect Master?" Yu Lingshuang asked.

Yue Xinlan nodded: "To ask him when he plans to go to Fusang Province. It was supposed to be in two days, but now it's been two days, and two days, and two days—it's been six days already."

Yu Lingshuang was a bit embarrassed and didn't know how to respond. She naturally knew that Ling Hao had been "handling affairs" in the Small World for the past few days and had even participated, but this matter... it wasn't something to tell outsiders.

Yue Xinlan stared at Yu Lingshuang for a long while before suddenly speaking: "Do you know, your Sect Master destroyed the Golden Crow Holy Land, but it wasn't actually for your Linglong Blessed Land. It was more about his own ambition."

Yu Lingshuang's expression turned sharp instantly, the chill in her eyes like a blade: "What does the Supreme mean by this? Sowing discord?"

Her Aura suddenly climbed from the Tribulation Transcendence Stage straight into the Mahayana stage, pressing down on Yue Xinlan like a mountain.

Yue Xinlan watched the change in her Aura, a flicker of emotion passing through her eyes, but she remained motionless: "What do you think? Perhaps he only treats you as a tool..."

Before she finished speaking, her own Aura was released, steadily resisting Yu Lingshuang's pressure.

Two Mahayana forces collided in the courtyard, bamboo leaves rustling down, ground into powder in mid-air.

The air grew heavier.

Yu Lingshuang said...

... When Ling Hao returned to the courtyard, what he saw were the two of them in a tense standoff.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk—"

Ling Hao walked in with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, a smile on his lips. "What are you doing? Trying to tear down my Haoran Tower?"

Yu Lingshuang immediately withdrew her Aura and sent a telepathic message: "Look at the good work you've done! This Supreme Baiyan you brought back is bad-mouthing you! Since when were you so desperate? How can you bring someone who has such malice toward you home? Aren't you afraid she'll tear your house down when you're not looking? You won't have anywhere to cry when that happens..."

She went on and on, all of it scolding Ling Hao.

Ling Hao remained smiling, his gaze gentle. He knew that Yu Lingshuang was only like this because she was too worried.

Yue Xinlan seemed to notice that Yu Lingshuang was sending a telepathic message, but she wasn't in a hurry, just waiting quietly like that.

"She has passed the eighth turn of the Nine-Turn Corridor." Ling Hao replied telepathically.

Yu Lingshuang was stunned.