Chapter 53: Throwing Herself Into His Arms

“Linglong, my Linglong, how could Itachi possibly be seduced by that shameless Luofu?” Zang Long wailed loudly, tears and snot streaming down his face.

“Linglong moved fast, but this is the training ground—isn’t this a bit inappropriate?” Bai Shixue blushed as she whispered to her close friend.

Zhi Jinhuai’s lips twitched. “Have Itachi forgotten Luofu’s ability? This man can manipulate the Seven Deadly Sins—just like Xia He of the Quanxing Sect.”

“Linglong’s cultivation was strong enough to resist before—how could she succumb now?” Bai Shixue exclaimed in shock. “Publicly throwing herself into Luofu’s arms? This is utterly improper!”

“Probably, Luofu’s strength has risen too quickly,” Zhi Jinhuai said, then paused and added quickly: “Besides, Linglong herself seems to have the same intention—his magic is ready, and she’s willing. Linglong likely threw herself at him on purpose.”

In fact, Zhi Jinhuai guessed correctly. Ever since Lu Jin had spoken with Linglong and the others, Linglong had made up her mind: she would not let Zhi Jinhuai or Bai Shixue get involved in the matter between the Lu family and Luofu.

This was the Lu family’s affair, and the marriage arrangement should be borne by her, the direct heir of the Lu family.

Especially after learning that Luofu held the secret to immortality, Linglong became even more determined to keep Zhi Jinhuai and the others out of it.

Even the Lu family might not withstand such a weighty matter, let alone Zhi Jinhuai and Bai Shixue.

The Lu family’s innate stubbornness and unyielding nature meant that once Linglong made a decision, she would never turn back.

She had already decided Luofu was her destined partner—even if their emotional bond was still minimal—and thus, when faced with Luofu’s Sin of Lust, she succumbed without the slightest resistance.

On the training ground.

Linglong’s cheeks flushed faintly; she looked at Luofu with shy hesitation, every gesture and movement betraying her desire to throw herself into his arms. After a brief standoff—

Before everyone’s stunned gaze, Linglong, overcome by lust, launched herself into Luofu’s arms without hesitation.

“This is disgraceful!” On the viewing platform, Lu Jin slammed his fist on the table and rose to his feet.

Though he himself had once planned this, how could such a thing unfold in public? Even if he was impulsive, he could at least have hidden away—what was this?

Zhang Zhi burst into laughter. “Old Lu, it seems we old men won’t have to wait long—we’ll be drinking your Lu family’s wedding wine soon.”

Lu Jin frowned. “I only hope there truly will be a day to drink that wedding wine.”

Around the training ground, the crowd displayed a thousand expressions.

On the training ground, Luofu, suddenly embraced by Linglong—especially after sensing her overwhelming, far-above-her-age evil energy—raised his hands helplessly.

He glanced toward the referee. “Please, Master Daoist, announce the result.”

“This…,” the Longhu Mountain Daoist referee hesitated, looking troubled. “Master Luofu, what exactly counts as the outcome here?”

It was no wonder the referee was confused: Linglong had indeed been affected and thrown herself at him, yet Luofu had his hands raised high.

Who, then, had lost?

Luofu sighed. “Linglong has been manipulated by my Seven Deadly Sins—she’s lost control. I merely raised my hands to avoid suspicion.”

“This…” The referee still looked uneasy. After a moment’s hesitation, he said: “Forgive me, Master, but raising your hands means Itachi’re the one who yields. Wouldn’t it be better if Itachi simply struck Linglong Daoist unconscious?”

Linglong was a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, White Cloud Abbey, and her seniority within the Zhengyi Sect matched Luofu’s.

Since the referee addressed Luofu as “Master,” he should have addressed Linglong the same way.

But Linglong was competing in the Luotian Da Jiao under the identity of a Lu family disciple; outside the Quanzhen lineage, the Zhengyi side did not follow strict seniority—calling her “Linglong Daoist” was perfectly reasonable.

Luofu glanced helplessly toward the Ten Elders.

He immediately saw Lu Jin, face flushed with rage, eyebrows twitching in fury.

His heart tightened. Luofu formed his fingers into a blade and struck Linglong’s occiput with a sharp chop.

Linglong’s body went limp, about to collapse—Luofu had no choice but to wrap his arms around her, her body impossibly pleasing to hold.

Most intoxicating of all: Linglong practiced dual cultivation of life and destiny; her destiny cultivation continuously purified her body, releasing a pure, virginal fragrance deep within her bloodline—utterly refreshing to the spirit.

Even Luofu felt a fleeting, heart-pounding stir—but he swiftly crushed that inner flutter with iron control.

Luofu knew this sudden stir could only mean his sexual cultivation was insufficient, his stillness incomplete, his mind still unbound from the restless monkey and galloping horse.

He bent low, arms curved, lifting Linglong into a bridal carry. He looked again at the referee. “Can Itachi announce it now?”

“Ahem.” The referee nodded hastily and called out loudly: “The San Yi Sect, Master Luofu, wins.”

The moment the referee’s words ended—

Zang Long, who had tried countless times to leap down from the viewing platform, finally broke free from the Lu family members restraining him.

But sadly, Zang Long still couldn’t reach Linglong—Zhi Jinhuai and Bai Shixue reached her first.

“Luofu, Itachi’re truly despicable,” Zang Long snarled at Luofu. “I went to great lengths to help Itachi join the Lu family—and this is how Itachi repay me? Itachi stole my Snow Goddess Linglong! Waaahhh…”

As he spoke, Zang Long burst into tears again.

Luofu gritted his teeth. “Zang Long, calm down. In sparring, a little contact is normal.”

“Itachi’re lying,” Zang Long cried, eyes red, glaring at Luofu. “Even in sparring, Itachi shouldn’t have used Lust to influence Linglong—Itachi did it on purpose! Itachi liar, Itachi lecher! Linglong!”

Zang Long’s wailing was so pitiful that even members of the Lu family squad now wanted to put distance between themselves and him.

On the arena, Zhang Chulan exclaimed in shock: “What… what’s wrong with this fatty?”

“This fatty is Zang Long—a member of the Lu family squad. When he first saw Linglong, he wiped his entire hard drive and joined the squad without hesitation. Now…”

Turning to see who spoke, Zhang Chulan saw Feng Xingtong. He said bluntly: “I get it—this is just your dream girl marrying someone else. But this fatty’s really ruthless—he wiped his hard drive!”

(End of Chapter)