Chapter 266

Ye Tinglan felt he had lost the dignity of being a Mr. —how had he become so weak-willed?

Can a little puppy, once healed, upgrade into a little wolf dog?

In front of the Holy Lord, what difference does it make whether you're sick or recovered?

Lu Xingzhou was happily kissing the soft, fragrant body of the big sister when suddenly a strong force surged—suddenly, he was shoved backward onto a stone table and plopped down hard.

He tried to struggle, but couldn't move—he was completely immobilized.

Ye Tinglan breathed lightly, her lips still damp from the kiss, looking even more sensual and alluring.

Lu Xingzhou held his breath as she leaned down, whispering seductively in his ear, puffing warm breath against it: "You've been using this trick on me every day—how about you try it yourself?"

Lu Xingzhou really wanted to say he'd already tried it—precisely because he'd been tasting this every day for the past two days, that's why he was using it now.

So far, he still couldn't reverse the heavens. This sister seemed soft, but her grip on his wrists was harder than iron bands—he couldn't move, absolutely couldn't.

"Be good," the big sister warned, her tone threatening: "Move again and I'll hit you."

Lu Xingzhou could only sit helplessly on the stone table, stifling his frustration, utterly subdued by the big sister's dominance.

Her red lips brushed past his earlobe, then his neck. Because of the height of the stone table, certain parts nearly grazed his face—waves of faint fragrance drifted into his nostrils, the pressure immense.

Then she sealed his lips with a fierce, defiant kiss.

Lu Xingzhou responded "passively."

This time, both sides consciously applied a bit of dual-cultivation technique—yet Lu Xingzhou's injuries weren't fully healed, so it remained highly effective.

Only when she was satisfied did Ye Tinglan release him, stepping back half a step to study the little puppy's "pitiful" expression. Though she herself was flushed and heated, she still smiled sweetly as she patted Lu Xingzhou's cheek: "Good boy~ Your healing is still your top priority—don't keep thinking about stealing kisses."

Lu Xingzhou glared at her—so you can steal my kisses?

Stealing's bad enough, but what's infuriating is that your chest is practically within reach, yet you always hold back just a fraction—deliberately teasing, never letting me touch—do you even know what kind of torture this is?

Ye Tinglan, a fully matured woman, knew perfectly well where his eyes were fixed and what his longing meant—did you really think I was your mother?

She bit her lower lip and leaned in, seductive: "As for Qingli's matter, I need you to think—don't just bring up old memories and get all lustful. If you can find the key point in this matter, then I'll…"

She didn't say what—only let her ample curves sway slightly, as if by accident.

Lu Xingzhou felt dizzy from the sight: "Fine, fine—I'll think, okay?"

Just this one move—how could Yuan Muyu compare? It's a total power crush…

"But under current conditions, there's really little to analyze. Even the Holy Lord Tianyao's strength shows no anomalies, and Tianyao Holy Land's vast intelligence network has uncovered nothing—so what can I possibly glean from your fragmented memories? The doubts of Tianyao's high-ups are my own doubts."

Seeing Ye Tinglan's expression turn dangerous, Lu Xingzhou quickly added: "You previously deduced that Qingli's search for her origins is tied to this mission. Combined with what Qingli herself uncovered—that the Ice Prison Sect possesses ancient prophecies—I boldly suspect a connection between the two. It's possible the Ice Prison Sect's goal is strongly linked to Qingli's true identity."

Ye Tinglan nodded—she'd had similar suspicions, which was why she'd largely ignored her disciple's affairs and deliberately avoided them until now. Today, however, she'd thought of reaching out.

Lu Xingzhou said: "Qingli approached the Ice Prison Sect through Si Han's introduction, relying on his favor—what she gets may not be complete. If we approach the Ice Prison Sect under a different identity, we might obtain the other half of the answer. Then, if we coordinate with Qingli, we might piece together the full clue."

Ye Tinglan's expression turned strange: "The Hell Court?"

"Yes."

"I said earlier for the Judge to go—that was a joke. Everyone knows the Judge has left the Hell Court. What use would you be?"

"But back then, you also said you're now Yuan Muyu."

"… "

Lu Xingzhou said: "Yuan Muyu always wears a specially crafted Hell Court mask—I'm extremely familiar with it and can replicate it. If you need to mimic Yuan Muyu's cultivation aura, I can provide reference—I guarantee you'll be indistinguishable from Yuan Muyu to others. Best of all, I'm not sure whether Yuan Muyu ever removed his mask when forming this alliance. Logically, to show respect to allies and avoid future accidents, Yuan Muyu likely revealed his true face. If they demand he unveil himself, no one else could fake it—but you can."

"… " Ye Tinglan looked down at her feet—couldn't even see her toes.

Fine, everything else aside—do you really think people see Yuan Muyu like this?

"Cough." Lu Xingzhou muttered weakly: "We could bind it first, then… add a little illusion technique? Just this tiny illusion—surely you still have the power to conceal it?"

Ye Tinglan's face was expressionless.

The Ice Prison Sect's strongest is merely Peak First Rank—she was vastly superior. This trick of turning a thunderclap into a whisper was no problem. Mimicking the cultivation technique and aura? Completely feasible.

But the discomfort was this: pretending to be Yuan Muyu for her disciple was merely a reluctant face-saving act—she'd never willingly play Yuan Muyu in daily life.

Especially not fully playing her in front of Lu Xingzhou. Yuan Muyu's "substitute" remark had always been a thorn in her heart—now she'd actually become the substitute? Become Yuan Muyu's identity, Yuan Muyu's appearance, and share a bed with him?

Yet after careful thought, Lu Xingzhou's proposal made perfect sense.

Qingli's approach was formal—using Si Han's favor—so she'd only receive the prepared public statement.

The Hell Court, however, is a demonic ally. Since the Ci Alliance's very purpose was to seek the Hell Court's aid, they'd naturally reveal some of their true intentions—even if not fully, the usable information would be far greater.

For her disciple's sake, perhaps pretending to be Yuan Muyu really was the optimal choice.

After long hesitation, Ye Tinglan finally conceded for her good disciple: "Then make the mask."

Lu Xingzhou immediately pulled out two pieces of stored metal material and began refining them on the spot—two of them.

"Why two?"