When the mask was unveiled, Lin Miao couldn’t help but feel a bit dazed.
Only five words lingered in his mind.
This ti, I’ve scored big!
It was a face as delicate as a freshly peeled boiled egg, with a rosy tint beneath the powder—a pair of arched willow brows, eyelashes trembling slightly from nervousness, a high nose bridge slightly upturned, and flawless, fair skin with a faint blush, thin lips as tender and moist as rose petals...
More beautiful than flowers, unmatched in beauty.
It’s utterly irresistible.
"Have you seen enough?" Even while in a predicant, the beauty refused to show any hint of submission.
The defiant look in those dark pupils stirred a trace of pity in one’s heart.
If Senior Sister grows a few years older, her looks might rival those of Qin Yanran, though she’s temporarily lacking Qin Yanran’s mature allure.
This kind of beauty is undoubtedly fatal for n, especially for soone who’s lived two lifetis totaling forty years.
When comparing her with Senior Sister, he prefers the current Qin Yanran.
Of course, that’s the first impression.
"Aren’t you calling Mr. Lin anymore? You’ve changed quickly, Qin Yanran. You gave your first ti to ; is it rely for a fleeting romance?" Lin Miao carefully examined the beautiful woman lying in his bed.
"What do you an?"
"I, Lin Sanshui, am quite greedy. Since you have given yourself to , then you are mine. From now on, you belong only to ."
"Get it straight; it was I who took you down?"
"The result is the sa."
"What... what did you do to , why can’t I move?"
"Stop struggling. This is called Silver Needle Acupuncture. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you later." Lin Miao said, "Tonight, why don’t we have an open discussion about our future relationship?"
"What... what do you want to know?"
"Clearly, you possess extraordinary martial arts skills yet hide your identity in Dongshan City, running a brothel. What’s your purpose?" Lin Miao asked. Having conquered her, he couldn’t play the fool.
"Mr. Lin, knowing won’t do you any good," Qin Yanran said.
Lin Miao nodded, "I know, but given our current relationship, even if I don’t know, if enemies co for you, do you think I can escape responsibility?"
"Mr. Lin, could you not be so smart? It doesn’t make feel secure."
Lin Miao deftly inserted a silver needle into a certain acupoint on Qin Yanran and gave it a slight twist. Qin Yanran’s face flushed instantly. The Charm Girl Heart Skill she cultivated couldn’t withstand the needle’s stimulation, making her more sensitive than ordinary won.
"Can we talk properly?"
"Yes!" Qin Yanran bit lightly, her eyes misty, yet she nodded continuously.
"Tell your real na, identity, and actual age?"
"My real na is Si Miaoxue. Qin Yanran is just my alias. I am the branch master of Lanzhou Branch of Moon Worship Sect. My master is Long Po, one of the four Protectors of Moon Worship Sect. I am twenty-six years old." Qin Yanran (Si Miaoxue) said through gritted teeth.
"Twenty-six, you opened Huaye Tower when you were sixteen?"
"The first six years, my master ran it. The latter four years, it was transferred to ." Si Miaoxue explained.
This explanation is believable; with such a magical human skin mask, who can tell what’s behind the mask?
"Moon Worship Sect, who are the four Protectors?" Lin Miao was quite interested in the martial arts sects of this world. After all, dicine and martial arts are inseparable.
"Besides my master Long Po, our Moon Worship Sect’s four Protectors include Yin i, Si Yao (Kou), and Shan Ba, and above the four Protectors, there are the Palace Master and the Left and Right Moon Envoys." Si Miaoxue explained.
"Then you should be nad Moon Worship Palace, why Moon Worship Sect?"
"The Palace Master is generally also the Saint Heir or Saint Maiden, but the Saint Heir’s position has been vacant for ten years now; the organization of the palace is practically empty." Si Miaoxue explained.
"Why the vacancy? Was there no suitable candidate for Saint Heir?"
"The Saint Heir disappeared, taken out from the palace ten years ago by then Right Envoy Mrs. Yin and a mute slave. Left Envoy Hu Yao pursued them but ultimately failed to bring the Saint Heir back." Si Miaoxue said without hiding since many in the martial world already knew this secret.
"How is the Saint Heir chosen? Is it the Sect Leader’s son or disciple or a reincarnated spirit child?"
"Mr. Lin knows about reincarnated spirit children?"
"I’m just casually asking. Tell , how is the Saint Maiden chosen in your Moon Worship Sect?"
"I don’t know either. But my master ntioned that the Saint Heir’s bloodline is special. Our Moon Worship Sect has been passed down for a millennium, using a thod to pick a Saint Heir. They select from Sect Leader’s offspring. If the bloodline qualifies, they can be established as Saint Heir or Saint Maiden. If there are no viable candidates among the Sect Leader’s offspring, the old Sect Leader leaves a directive before passing, seeking a child matching the directive and testing whether their bloodline fits to crown them Saint Heir, who, upon reaching adulthood, can inherit the position of Sect Leader."
"How many tis has the Moon Worship Sect’s legacy been interrupted?"
"Three tis. The records in our sect ntion three tis. Each ti, the Moon Worship Sect suffered serious internal conflicts, mbers killing each other, blood flowing like rivers."
Interrupted inheritance happened three tis, yet the sect could still continue and be reborn like a phoenix. The vitality of the Moon Worship Sect is indeed formidable.
"So your Moon Worship Sect leader can be either male or female, right?"
"Yes, in our Moon Worship Sect, n and won are equal. The leader can be male or female, as long as they have the ability to lead the sect. Whether it’s Saint Heir or Saint Maiden, it’s the sa. At our peak, we had more than one Saint Heir or Saint Maiden, shaking the world!"
"So you are not accepted by the mundane world and are called the demon sect."
"So of our followers act extrely, doing things without asking for permission, simply following their whims, even resorting to unscrupulous ans. So people even enjoy researching bizarre things, not favored by the world, naturally seen as heretics by others." Si Miaoxue.
"If I’m not mistaken, you and your master were hiding in Dongshan City for ten years to look for the Saint Heir?" If Lin Miao couldn’t guess this, then he wasted years reading online novels.
Si Miaoxue’s expression changed slightly; Lin Miao’s intelligence was simply extraordinary, easily seeing through her decade-long purpose in Dongshan City.
"Miaoxue, you haven’t suspected ? I’m also an orphan, adopted at over six years old, fitting the person you’re looking for?"
"The last place Saint Heir and Mrs. Yin appeared was Longchuan Canyon, and you were in a frontier town hundreds of miles away. You beca an orphan because your parents passed away." Si Miaoxue spoke slowly, "Also, I’ve investigated, you don’t have the Saint Heir’s mark."
"Isn’t it said that bloodline is the final confirmation of the Saint Heir’s identity?"
"The item for testing bloodline is our sect’s treasure, how could I bring it out. Once we find suspicious individuals, we take them back to be tested at the main palace."
"Makes sense. So what is the mark of the Saint Heir?"
"There’s a red mole the size of a spider on his left thigh." Si Miaoxue thought for a mont and still said it.
Upon hearing this description, Lin Miao couldn’t help but have a bad suspicion. A mole shaped like a spider indicates blurred boundaries. Typically, benign moles have very clear boundaries and don’t grow with age.
But if it’s malignant, the so-called Saint Heir might have perished long ago. With his understanding of dicine in this world, curing such a terminal illness would be exceedingly difficult.
This involves a systemic disease affecting the entire body. He couldn’t even guarantee successful treatnt, let alone control it.
Sotis, immune system diseases are truly terminal, and indeed very challenging.
Seeing Lin Miao’s change in expression, Si Miaoxue felt sothing was amiss and asked, "Mr. Lin, have you seen soone like that?"
"I haven’t. You’re overthinking it." Lin Miao wasn’t sure whether to tell her this harsh truth. If his judgnt was wrong, wouldn’t he be cutting off their lineage?
"By the way, how is the Saint He’s talent?"
"The Saint Heir is extrely talented..." Si Miaoxue unintentionally showed a trace of reverence. One part was her childhood mories of seeing the Saint Heir, the other was due to brainwashing education.
Having asked what needed to be asked, Lin Miao casually removed the silver needles from Si Miaoxue.
With her ridians unblocked, Si Miaoxue instantly regained her freedom of movent. How could she let Lin Miao go just like that? With a swift move, she pinned Lin Miao beneath her.
"Miaoxue, what do you want to do?"
Si Miaoxue’s cheeks blushed as red as blood. Her emotions had already surged like tides, originally intent on completing a task. If not now, when?
...
"Yo, you’re back a bit late today. I told you to go easy on him, don’t wear out the young lad!" She clearly planned on leaving the window open, not intending to use the door.
Still, she got caught by her master, Long Po, outside.
"I... I know my limits..." Si Miaoxue muttered, her voice even slightly altered.
"Hmm, disciple, what’s wrong? Your voice sounds different?" Long Po, being experienced with highly sensitive ears, imdiately detected sothing was off.
"It’s nothing, Master. Please sleep." Si Miaoxue didn’t wear a mask now, her pink face was flushed. She even had the lights on, just afraid her master would see her like this.
Despite being the owner of Huaye Tower, she couldn’t even handle a seventeen-year-old boy, even cried and begged for rcy. If this got out, it would indeed be laughable.
...
Lying on the bed, Lin Miao felt a sense of loss. The ancestral techniques and skills passed down were truly amazing, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to subdue the Moon Worship Sect witch tonight.
However, the feeling was truly indescribable.
Still, moderation was necessary. Despite practicing the "Charm Girl Heart Skill," being beneficial to him, it shouldn’t beco a dependency.
Advancing too fast in cultivation wasn’t necessarily good, he must solidify his foundation securely.
Sitting cross-legged, entering serenity, he began practicing the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Strength "modified by the Lin Clan" by drawing a thread of internal energy from his dantian.
In a blink, two hours passed, the outside sky began to brighten.
Exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Though he hadn’t slept all night, his energy felt exceptionally abundant.
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