Chapter 257: Aren't You the Holy Master's Junior Sister?

Lu Xingzhou was currently in a state of mental exhaustion; not long after breakfast, he leaned against the headboard and fell asleep again.

Ye Tinglan sat by the bedside accompanying him; seeing a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, she took out a silk scarf and wiped it for him.

This kind of action, Ye Tinglan would never have done while Lu Xingzhou was awake.

But when he was asleep, she did it much more naturally.

If anyone else were present, they would notice the Holy Master's gaze was very strange, possessing a protective instinct of a gentle older sister caring for someone, and also a mature woman's affection upon seeing a handsome young man, her eyes even shining a bit.

Such a thing absolutely should not appear on the body of the Holy Master Tian Yao, who had cultivated in seclusion for decades... Perhaps only if Yuan Muyu came would she feel a sisterly heart similar to her own: Now do you know why I want him to have a broken leg? You can still break it now.

A communication jade talisman transmitted a slight vibration; Ye Tinglan answered it, and soon Su Yuan Elder's voice came through: "Sect Master, I have already arrived at Yingyue Sect. Si Han said you and Young Master Lu have left?"

"We have not left. Proceed according to previous instructions; the plan remains unchanged. As long as I am still here, nothing troublesome should arise; if there are changes, contact me immediately."

"Yes." Su Yuan sighed: "Extending our reach to other countries, I suddenly feel that one thought opens up the world. Previously our vision was a bit narrow; after all, for so many years entangled with Great Qian, our gaze was naturally limited. The Holy Master's move counts as taking a crucial step; I feel Gu Zhanting will have to sit on pins and needles even more in the future."

Ye Tinglan's gaze fell on Lu Xingzhou's pale face, and she said softly: "That is not my merit."

The gentleness of that voice made Su Yuan shiver, and for a moment he did not know how to reply.

Ye Tinglan said: "We can support Si Han to gradually make Wang Ting live up to its name, but this time we cannot create another Gu family supremacy; there must be checks and balances. Next, you must also support Tingxue Pavilion as an internal check within Tian Shuang Country; under no circumstances must you let Si Han sweep away all opposing forces."

"Yes."

"Furthermore, Si Han has also colluded with the Demonic Path's Ice Prison Sect; arrange for someone to investigate this matter. Even if we cannot cut off their demonic wings, we must expose this matter openly; under pressure, Si Han will have to draw a line with the Demonic Path."

Su Yuan said: "The Young Master has been investigating the Demonic Path for a long time; I do not know if there is any connection with the Ice Prison Sect."

"There are many in the Demonic Path; not all are necessarily connected. Theoretically, the Demonic Path Miss Qingli investigates is allied with the Yama Hall, the type that should overthrow Wang Ting. Hmm... You should also contact Miss Qingli and exchange information; perhaps there really is a connection."

"Yes." Su Yuan actually felt a bit strange in his heart: Why don't you contact your disciple yourself? Even to care about your disciple's current state, to ask after their health, that should be appropriate, yet you make me contact...

Ye Tinglan ended the call and pouted almost imperceptibly.

She did not know why she was avoiding Miss Qingli; Lu Xingzhou was merely one of her disciples. If her conscience were clear, why avoid her?

But what if her conscience were not clear?

Looking at Lu Xingzhou's appearance as he slept leaning against the headboard, Ye Tinglan bit her lower lip lightly and unconsciously reached out to gently stroke his face.

So beautiful.

Lu Xingzhou, you have caused someone's death...

Her heart, once like a calm lake, was struck by a stone, and the ripples were hard to settle.

Suddenly seeing Lu Xingzhou's eyelashes tremble slightly, Ye Tinglan withdrew her hand as if shocked by electricity. By the time Lu Xingzhou opened his eyes, what he saw was Mr. sitting upright with proper decorum, meditating with closed eyes beside him.

"How is Mr.'s own injury?" Lu Xingzhou's voice, weak, sounded.

Ye Tinglan said: "No harm; it was just some minor internal injuries. How is your situation?"

"Sleeping and waking, mentally exhausted." Lu Xingzhou played the victim again: "Mr., please help guide the spiritual power of the soul-nourishing medicine again..."

This sounded like he was asking for that kind of close contact from yesterday.

Actually, Ye Tinglan knew the medicinal power had already been dissolved; guiding it again at this moment was meaningless, but she could not suppress the ripples in her heart, so she stepped onto the platform and pressed her forehead against his: "Don't move, be good."

That voice was gentle and lingering, tingly and numbing, and with the close contact, a fragrant breeze swept over. Lu Xingzhou's heart stirred, and his hands unconsciously wanted to embrace her again.

Ye Tinglan, having anticipated this, pressed down on both his hands, speaking in a small voice with a half-smile: "Little thing always wants to get handsy; do you think you can still take advantage?"

Lu Xingzhou held his breath, his face flushed; right now, whose advantage was being taken by whom?

This was clearly an older sister playing with a little puppy.

But the Sea of Soul transmitted a light rain again, as if spring warmed the earth and flowers bloomed everywhere; that comfort truly made one float without knowing why, and Lu Xingzhou unconsciously let out a soft hum.

That sound was extremely like the pleasure sound Ye Tinglan had made when she secretly overheard him and Shen Tang being shameless.

Ye Tinglan bit her lower lip, her cheeks burning hot.

What exactly are we doing now... Is this really helping nourish his soul?

With both hands pressing his hands, forehead pressed against his forehead, and her whole body solidly leaning over him...

She finally became a bit rational; separating her foreheads and propping herself up with her hands, she saw Lu Xingzhou's eyes filled with desire, yet pitifully unable to move.

Ye Tinglan suddenly felt a bit amused in her heart; did this count as the offense and defense switching roles? Those who eat people's tofu are eaten by others in turn.

Seeing Lu Xingzhou's pitiful look, Ye Tinglan could not help but reach out to lift his chin: "All day long you only know how to be lecherous; even injured like this, you still won't be good."

Lu Xingzhou said: "Injured like this, won't Mr. give a little reward..."

The reward was given long ago; it's gone.

Ye Tinglan hummed in her heart: "Didn't I let you hold me yesterday? What more reward do you want?"

"Hold me one more time?"

"Get lost."

But while verbally saying "get lost," the hand that had just let go forgot to press down again; his hand had naturally and effortlessly wrapped around her waist.

This time, Ye Tinglan no longer had that electric shock-like stiffness; instead, she leaned close to his ear, her voice seductive and her words containing a threat: "Enough? Let go, or I'll hit you."