72: Chapter 72 A Kiss Ends Thoughts, Liu Yun Returns

Don't panic!

Don't panic!

Don't panic!

Ling Hao forcibly suppressed his churning emotions and forced himself to stay calm!

The stiffness on his face was quickly replaced by a forced look of gentleness and composure, as if the words he just spoke were nothing more than a common "don't be shy."

He didn't even withdraw his fingers that were lightly lifting her chin, maintaining that ambiguous and dangerous posture.

Meanwhile, Qin Zhaoxue's entire attention had been firmly captured by that excessively "special" word!

One must know that in this world, the original meaning of "Moe" was the sprouting of plants, definitely not used to describe a person's cuteness.

Her beautiful eyes widened into circles, her pupils slightly dilated from extreme shock, filled with astonishment and confusion.

The surging shyness from moments ago was now blown to bits by the sense of absurdity brought by this single word!

Moe?! In this kind of situation, Revered Master used this word to describe me? The context, the tone, the target... none of it is right!

This is clearly... it's...

A strong sense of dissonance, mixed with a certain absurd realization that was about to burst forth, felt like a bucket of ice water being poured over her head!

This modern term with its heavy "exotic flavor" created a devastating rift with the image she had of her powerful, majestic, gentle, and elegant Revered Master!

Could it be... Revered Master suffered a backlash from some extremely bizarre secret technique, causing his Sea of Consciousness to oscillate and make him speak nonsense?

Qin Zhaoxue herself felt that this thought was utterly preposterous.

Or could it be... Revered Master... at this moment... has actually been taken over by some lonely ghost from another world through Possession?!

Immediately after, a thought struck her like lightning piercing through the darkness:

Or could it be... Revered Master... is also a transmigrator!!!

Absurdity, disbelief, ecstasy, and a sudden surge of immense resentment mixed into a complex emotion that swept over her like a tsunami.

The massive impact made her even forget her shyness, forget where she was, and forget the thought of running away; she just stared wide-eyed, fixedly at her Revered Master who was right in front of her.

It was absurd to encounter a second transmigrator, and she was delighted to have a companion, but she also felt a sense of resentment—she had been deceived!

Revered Master clearly knew her identity long ago, had read so many of her "social death" novels, yet he had been pretending all along! He had been lying to her!

“Revered Master, you just said... the word 'Moe'...”

Qin Zhaoxue's voice trembled as she spoke tentatively.

“Cough...”

Ling Hao's heart was pounding wildly. Thinking quickly, he struggled to maintain his composure.

“Oh, this word 'Moe'? Your Revered Master saw it in those novels you wrote.”

“I also felt this word... well, it really is quite suitable for describing your cuteness, Xue'er.”

Ling Hao spoke a bit quickly, his eyes shifting for a moment. Regardless of whether she actually used that word in her novels, he could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive for now!

This reason sounded perfectly reasonable.

Eh?! Could it be that she was overthinking things?

Qin Zhaoxue's surging emotions were immediately suppressed. She rapidly searched her memory.

In *The Ice Mountain Master is Only Gentle to Me*... it seems... it seems there was such a scene? Where the female lead said something similar to an innocent and naive Junior Sister?

It seems... there was? Or was there... not? Her brow furrowed slightly as she fell into uncertain contemplation.

Ling Hao's heart skipped a beat!

No! He absolutely couldn't let her think too deeply! Seeing Qin Zhaoxue's tightly furrowed brow, Ling Hao hardly hesitated.

He slightly increased the pressure on her chin, leaned down, and without hesitation, kissed those soft, cherry-like lips!

“Mmph—!”

Qin Zhaoxue only felt a chilling yet familiar aura instantly envelop her as cold lips pressed down forcefully!

Her mind went blank instantly! Her body became as stiff as a piece of wood.

Ling Hao's kiss was originally intended only to interrupt her thoughts, but the soft, sweet scent of the young girl between his lips and teeth was like the finest wine, instantly dissolving his impulse and turning it into a deep-seated addiction.

He instinctively moved his lips, greedily drinking in her breath and fragrance.

Qin Zhaoxue recovered from her initial shock and stiffness, feeling the burning movement on her lips and that dominant yet infinitely gentle aura.

Her tense body unconsciously relaxed and softened, and she even gave a clumsy response.

A intense tingling sensation spread from her lips to her entire body, making Qin Zhaoxue almost unable to stand steadily, so she could only instinctively clutch the lapels of Ling Hao's robes.

After a long time, until both of them were a bit short of breath, Ling Hao reluctantly pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against hers. His breath was hot, and his voice was low and raspy, carrying a thick, unmistakable desire:

“Sorry, Xue'er... you're really too cute... Revered Master... couldn't help it...”

In the depths of Ling Hao's eyes, an undisguised longing surged.

“Revered Master wants to...”

Qin Zhaoxue looked at her Revered Master's aggressive and possessive gaze, felt the scorching heat radiating from his body, and then heard those unfinished words... her mind exploded.

Revered Master wants to... he wants to do it here...?! That?!

Faced with the moment, a massive fear and panic instantly overwhelmed all the romantic atmosphere!

She suddenly pushed Ling Hao away, stumbled back two steps, her small face pale yet flushed, and blurted out a sentence incoherently:

“Ma... Revered Master! You... you want to... Dual... Dual Cultivation?! Dis... Disciple isn't ready yet! I'm... I'm not ready! Disciple... Disciple will take her leave!!”

Before her voice had even faded, Qin Zhaoxue turned and fled in a panic, not even daring to look back, leaving only a stumbling, disheveled silhouette.

Ling Hao was caught off guard by being pushed away. Watching Qin Zhaoxue's panicked figure flee, he let out a long sigh, and his eyes regained their clarity.

Phew... that was close... it looks like I've managed to muddle through for now?

As for what to do in the future...

Ling Hao rubbed his brow.

Whatever! I'll deal with future problems when they come!

“Damn!”

He cursed softly in frustration, with a hint of self-mockery:

“Really... I was blinded by beauty!”

Another slip-up, but fortunately Qin Zhaoxue had run far away, and no one heard him.

Over the next half month, Qin Zhaoxue always deliberately avoided Ling Hao.

Ling Hao looked at the empty corridors, his heart also feeling a bit uncertain.

Had this second disciple guessed his identity as a transmigrator, or was she simply too embarrassed to see anyone because of that day's "accident"?

...

In a quiet wing on the top floor of Haoran Tower, the air was filled with a lazy and sweet scent, mixed with the faint fragrance of a woman.

On the floor, simple and elegant robes were casually draped over the back of a red sandalwood chair, while a light red thin gauze undergarment was half-hidden on the smooth jade floor, with a Jade Slip rolled nearby.

By the low table near the window, a tipped-over white jade teacup had spilled clear spirit tea, soaking nearly half of an open sheet of plain paper.

On that paper, the ink was still wet, outlining the plump and rounded shape of a spirit fruit, which was now slightly blurred by the tea water.

A few crystal-clear drops of water dripped from the edge of the table, soaking into a small dark patch on the brocade carpet below.

On the agarwood bed, the silk bedding was in disarray.

Du Yuqing lay on her side within, the thin quilt barely covering her from the waist down, revealing her smooth shoulders and back.

Beneath the quilt was a heavy, full contour that rose and fell slightly with her breathing, its weight even causing the soft silk beneath her to sag significantly.

In her deep sleep, her breathing was steady and long, her long lashes casting faint shadows under her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed with the faint glow that follows a surge of passion, and her cherry lips moved slightly in an unconscious murmur: “Revered Master...”

Ling Hao stood on the terrace at the top of Haoran Tower, his robes neat, standing with his hands behind his back as he gazed into the distance.

Ah... these drifting clouds are so white, just like...

This breeze is also so gentle, just like...

Fuck! Here it comes again!

Ling Hao irritably pinched the bridge of his nose. Others have sage time, so why did he feel like he had no cooling-off period at all?

Once a thought arose, it couldn't be suppressed.

Sigh, I can only blame the summer watermelons for being too delicious.

A pink figure landed gracefully on the terrace; it was Chi Shuying.

“Sect Master,”

She bowed respectfully, her voice crisp,

“The people from Liuyun Temple have arrived and are waiting in the Guest Hall.”

Liuyun Temple? What are they here for again?

A hint of doubt flashed through Ling Hao's mind.

Those people have been in quite a bit of trouble lately. Could it be they can't withstand the pressure of the Heavenly Fire and Earthly Flame again?

“Mm, I understand.”

Ling Hao responded indifferently.

A light breeze blew past, and his figure had already vanished from the spot.

Chi Shuying stood where she was, just about to turn and leave, when her nose twitched slightly, and she instinctively furrowed her brow, lightly sniffing the lingering scent in the air.

Strange, why does the Sect Master seem to have a faint, sweet scent of a woman's rouge on him? And also a kind of... well... aftermath-like lazy aura?

This scent... seems to belong to the Sect Master's third disciple.

She shook her head, dismissing it as an illusion, and without further thought, she also flew away from the terrace.