Chapter 262: White Hair Floats on Green Water

Since the matter concerns the mystery of Bai Mao's origins, Lu Xingzhou, as a friend, must also stand up: "Do you want me to help look for clues?"

Ye Tinglan glared at him: "Are your injuries healed? Can you summon strength now? Just showing off!"

Lu Xingzhou sensed a bit; the state of complete powerlessness from a few days ago had improved significantly. He could walk and jump normally, but trying to draw on true Qi or magic power left him feeling weak and unable to muster any force.

Wounds to the soul were indeed the most troublesome type of injury; everything looked fine on the surface yet something was wrong, and his current strength was no different from an ordinary person's.

Fortunately, being by the side of the number one under heaven, he never felt insecure even when this weak.

But after a few days of rest, at least he no longer felt stinging pain or dizziness when thinking. So he said, "I can help come up with ideas."

"That's not necessary..." Dugu Miss Qingli said woodenly, "Since you are an injured party, just rest well. Coming to the Tian Shuang Kingdom was my own trial; I never intended to ask anyone for help. Otherwise, with my master's... uncle here to assist, I wouldn't need to do anything at all."

Lu Xingzhou thought to himself that her master's uncle might not necessarily want to help her now; it was more important to get her to move far away quickly.

Glancing over and seeing that Ye Tinglan indeed remained unmoved, Lu Xingzhou thought for a moment and still said, "Mr. could go find Si Han."

Ye Tinglan asked, "Why find him?"

"The situation of the Ice Prison Sect isn't necessarily that of an enemy. Let Si Han act as a go-between for us; perhaps we can cooperate."

Ye Tinglan paused, exchanged a glance with her disciple, and both fell silent.

In their thinking, they had never considered cooperating with a demonic sect; only this stinky demonic disciple could think of it so naturally.

Ye Tinglan even thought that perhaps Lu Xingzhou didn't want to clash with the Ice Prison Sect because the Ice Prison Sect and the Yan Luo Hall were allies?

Thinking of this, she even felt a bit sour and said coldly, "Then why bother with Si Han as a go-between? The Judge of the Yan Luo Hall could just come to the door directly."

Lu Xingzhou: "..."

Mr., did you forget? Your current persona is Yuan Muyu. Shouldn't it be Lord Yan Jun who comes to the door personally?

Indeed, fish memory lasts only seven seconds; Sister Fish is also a fish.

"I am no longer a Judge; I'm afraid I wouldn't have that face." As Lu Xingzhou spoke, his hand secretly reached out from under the table, pinched Ye Tinglan's small hand, and signaled her not to forget the role she was playing.

Ye Tinglan's eyes widened; she glanced frantically at her disciple, her heart pounding wildly, and quickly pulled her hand back.

Just that one touch made her heart almost jump out of her throat.

Too stimulating.

Dugu Miss Qingli sat upright, her eyelids slightly lowered, as if she had seen nothing: "You don't need to come to the door. I will go see Lord Si. You two need not consider whether to help me; recovering from injuries is the priority."

Seeing that her disciple still looked wooden, Ye Tinglan felt it was better to send her off quickly, stood up, and said, "I'll see you off."

Lu Xingzhou suppressed his curiosity and tactfully did not follow them.

The master and disciple walked side by side along the streets of the small town; the atmosphere became a bit awkward for a moment, with no one speaking first.

In fact, Ye Tinglan knew she couldn't hide it from her disciple; it was just that being caught red-handed by her disciple was too awkward, so she needed to build a ladder to climb down first.

Although Dugu Miss Qingli was not very experienced in human affairs, often requiring her to be given formulaic concepts to understand the world, her sword heart was actually clear and bright, her heart as clear as ice; truly hiding something from her was not easy. Moreover, with the master herself standing right there without any disguise, how stupid would one have to be to be fooled into not recognizing her as the master?

If it were someone sharp like Lu Xingzhou, he wouldn't have shown that stubborn refusal to believe and insistence on digging to the root in the first part; he would have just smiled and cooperated with the act. With Dugu Miss Qingli, she still had to bump into a few southern walls before settling down.

But in the end, she did settle down, tacitly accepting "this is the master's uncle"... indicating she must have understood.

This growth in worldly understanding probably equaled a year of trials.

The two walked silently for quite a while before Ye Tinglan finally broke the silence: "Miss Qingli..."

Dugu Miss Qingli said in a low voice, "Does he know?"

Ye Tinglan knew what her aimless question was asking.

If Lu Xingzhou knew she was the Holy Master of Tian Yao and could still talk, that would be too terrifying... Moreover, he was Miss Qingli's friend; having designs on a friend's master would likely make Miss Qingli form a bad impression of Lu Xingzhou.

Ye Tinglan thought for a moment; when Lu Xingzhou formed those designs, he indeed did not know, so she said, "He doesn't know; he thinks you are a Mr. from the Pill Academy."

Pausing, she added another sentence: "I have never admitted it either."

Dugu Miss Qingli's expression visibly relaxed much more; her tense shoulders even slumped a bit. She said in a low voice, "That's good. If the master can loosen the unnecessary shackles imposed upon her and face her heart, perhaps one day in the future, she might glimpse the Formless."

Ye Tinglan smiled: "You are even teaching me now; what do you know about the Formless?"

Dugu Miss Qingli pouted: "We are cultivators; this is what we should focus on from the start."

"The Formless is too far away; the great hurdle of the master's Qian Yuan has indeed shown some signs of loosening." Ye Tinglan sighed somewhat: "These years... I have imprisoned myself within drawn boundaries. Perhaps back then... she was right."

Dugu Miss Qingli turned to look at her master once more, feeling that her master's beauty index was now slightly exceeding the limit, stunningly beautiful.

This made the little Bai Mao, who had long been regarded as a monster, feel a sense of inferiority; she subconsciously said, "Master, you are truly beautiful; no wonder he is moved."

The moment the words left her mouth, her heart inexplicably felt sour again.