Chapter 149

Chapter 149: Immortal Fuyun

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Lin Muyu sat quietly to the side, waiting. She watched as Xinlian’s expression grew increasingly serious, her fingers gripping the demonic energy tightening slightly.

In just a moment, when Xinlian released her hand, the demonic energy immediately faded in color and became much more docile.

A short while later, Xinlian sealed the demonic energy again and placed it into her storage ring.

Only then did she speak in a flat tone, her voice devoid of emotion.

“Tell me, how did you discover it?”

Lin Muyu didn’t dare hide anything. Starting from going down the mountain to help the villagers eliminate demons, to discovering the black energy inside the pig demon’s body, she explained everything in detail.

“You’re saying this demonic energy was hidden inside the body of a small demon near the sect?”

After listening, Xinlian took a drink from her wine gourd, her gaze profound, clearly thinking about something.

“Yes.”

Lin Muyu nodded, feeling somewhat uneasy.

Did Master already know demonic energy would appear?

After receiving Lin Muyu’s confirmation, Xinlian actually let out a cold laugh, the corner of her mouth curving into a mocking arc:

“It seems those people hiding in the shadows are already getting impatient.”

“Huh?”

Lin Muyu was completely confused, blinking as she looked at Xinlian.

“Master, do you know who did this?”

Xinlian didn’t answer her question. She simply tilted her head back to take another drink, then tucked the wine gourd into her sleeve and stood up, saying:

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

Lin Muyu asked blankly, still not having recovered from the previous conversation.

“To Fuyun Peak!”

The moment Xinlian’s words fell, before Lin Muyu could react, a pair of hands once again wrapped around her waist, bringing that familiar sensation.

In just an instant, Lin Muyu found herself being carried by Xinlian like a doll to an unfamiliar place.

This place seemed to be built atop the clouds, with a lush bamboo forest growing all around.

When the wind blew, the bamboo leaves rustled, and a faint scent of wine drifted through the air.

Seated at a stone table in this unfamiliar place was a middle-aged man wearing plain white Daoist robes.

He held a delicate wine pot in his hand, taking small sips with evident pleasure.

Wait, this is Qinglan Sect’s Immortal Fuyun?

Lin Muyu, being held in Xinlian’s arms, was suddenly shocked, her cheeks instantly flushing.

This position was way too embarrassing, what would it look like for the sect master to see her like this!

She immediately began to struggle, calling out softly:

“Let me go!”

Unfortunately, Xinlian paid no attention. Instead, she carried Lin Muyu directly to the stone table, the commotion immediately catching Immortal Fuyun’s attention.

That middle-aged man who normally appeared serene and carefree, the moment he saw Xinlian, his wine pot came to an abrupt halt.

His eyebrows jumped rapidly, and almost instinctively, he began stuffing the wine pot in his hand into his storage ring.

“Well, Junior Sister.”

Immortal Fuyun stood up, forcing a stiff smile onto his face as he spoke carefully.

“What wind brings you here? That wine I was just drinking was a gift from Xuanlei Sect, just this one small pot. Please don’t take it from me.”

Seeing this scene, Lin Muyu instantly forgot about struggling, her eyes widening.

Her Master’s status seemed even higher than she had imagined?

Even the sect master was this wary of her?

Xinlian said nothing. She simply pulled out her own wine gourd and casually flicked it in Immortal Fuyun’s direction.

Seeing this, the sect master’s heart immediately tightened. He quickly took out the wine pot he’d just stored away, opened the lid, and looked inside.

There wasn’t even half a drop of wine left in the pot, it was completely dry.

“Are you serious, Junior Sister? You’re taking even this?”

Immortal Fuyun’s face instantly fell. The serene and carefree demeanor from moments ago vanished without a trace, and he became dejected, shoulders drooping as he let out a sigh.

“I haven’t had good wine in half a month. I’ve been so reluctant to drink this pot, I was just waiting for today to sneak a few sips…”

“Stop acting.”

Xinlian sat down on a stone bench while holding Lin Muyu, her tone flat yet full of authority.

“Keep it up, and I’ll take away all that wine you’ve hidden in the small wine cellar behind Fuyun Peak.”

“Hehe, whatever Junior Sister needs, just say it!”

Immortal Fuyun’s expression instantly brightened, rubbing his hands together with a smile.

“As long as you don’t take my wine, this senior brother will risk his life for you!”

Sitting in Xinlian’s lap, Lin Muyu watched the Qinglan Sect’s sect master change expressions like a Sichuan opera face-changer, unable to stop the corner of her mouth from twitching.

Her idealized image of the entire Qinglan Sect had completely shattered.

Sure enough, this world was just one giant makeshift troupe. Even cultivation sects that appeared ethereal and otherworldly were no exception.

She used to think that the sect master, who held the highest authority in Qinglan Sect, should be a serious, reliable, straight-laced elder.

But this person in front of her looked exactly like an old child afraid of having his wine stolen.

“And who is this?”

Only now did Immortal Fuyun finally notice Lin Muyu, who was being held by Xinlian like a doll, curiosity showing in his eyes.

“She’s my little disciple.”

Xinlian steadily held Lin Muyu with one hand while taking out her wine gourd to drink with the other, speaking casually.

“She has something to tell you.”

Lin Muyu: “?”

She immediately understood, so Xinlian brought her along to be a spokesperson?

“Oh, so it’s Junior Sister Xinlian’s disciple, Lin… Muyu, right?”

Immortal Fuyun immediately smiled and nodded, his tone as warm as a neighborhood uncle.

“Are you living well in the sect? Has anyone bullied you? If anyone dares bully you, just tell me, I’ll stand up for you!”

Having witnessed the sect master’s face-changing prowess earlier, Lin Muyu wasn’t surprised. She simply answered properly:

“Thank you for your concern, Martial Uncle. I’m living very well in Qinglan Sect. No one has bullied me. I appreciate your kind thoughts…”

She was clear in her heart that since her Master was the sect master’s junior sister, she certainly couldn’t be so tactless as to call him Immortal Fuyun or Sect Master. Calling him Martial Uncle was the safest choice.

This form of address could even help bring them closer together for better communication.

“However, Martial Uncle, I came this time to tell you that I discovered demonic energy around Qinglan Sect…”

Lin Muyu changed the topic, steering the conversation back to the main issue, her tone becoming serious.

Hearing the words “demonic energy,” the smile on Immortal Fuyun’s face instantly vanished. His brow furrowed sharply, and his expression darkened:

“Demonic energy? Tell me in detail, how did you discover it?”

Lin Muyu nodded and recounted in detail her encounter with the pig demon outside Qinglan Sect and the discovery of the demonic energy.

As she spoke, she felt the scent of alcohol from Xinlian behind her growing stronger, it seemed she had drunk quite a bit more.

After listening, Immortal Fuyun fell silent, sitting back on his stone bench, raising his hand to stroke his chin, seemingly deep in thought.

The wind in the bamboo forest continued to blow, bamboo leaves rustling. The entire courtyard fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, a soft breathing sound broke the quiet.

Lin Muyu felt a warm head rest on her shoulder, light blue hair draping over her neck, lightly brushing against her skin, bringing a ticklish sensation.

Seeing this scene, Immortal Fuyun first froze, then smiled meaningfully. He gave Lin Muyu a knowing look, then spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

“I understand about the demonic energy. I’ll handle it immediately. You should stay here and rest with your Master for a while.”

With that, before Lin Muyu could respond, he transformed into a wisp of floating cloud and silently disappeared from the courtyard.

“Wait, what?”

Lin Muyu was completely stunned. She opened her mouth to say something but found the sect master had already vanished without a trace.

“So… that’s it? I’m done here?”

But from Immortal Fuyun’s perspective, she was already doing something very important.