“Legend has it that the Sword God Ye Qingtian, due to a moment of hesitation, missed his chance at love, causing the founder of the Mysterious Maiden Sect, Ren Xueying, to die in despair. When the Sword God finally realized his mistake, it was already too late… Senior Brother, the ways of the world are unpredictable and ever-changing. Once you hesitate, you’ll lose. Why don’t you just give in to me?”
The speaker was a girl who appeared to be about sixteen years old, not very tall, with a ponytail and a sweet, adorable appearance.
However, Lin Guiming didn’t see her that way.
“You again? Are you crazy?”
He tried to struggle once more, but his body was bound by a peak-grade spiritual tool, the Binding Rope, rendering him unable to use even a bit of his spiritual energy.
At most, he could only make the chair beneath him wobble slightly.
That old bastard…
This Binding Rope was none other than the treasure of Lin Guiming’s master, the Palace Master of Bixiao Palace, He Fuming.
In fact, as one of the few true disciples of Bixiao Palace and the only true disciple of Palace Master He Fuming, He Fuming was quite fond of Lin Guiming.
He never hesitated to give him the sect’s best resources and elixirs.
But… no matter how well He Fuming treated him or how close they were, it couldn’t compare to the bond with his own daughter!
Moreover, he only had this one precious daughter.
That’s right, the sixteen-year-old girl before him was none other than the biological daughter of the great Palace Master He—Lin Guiming’s junior sister, He Wanying.
“Have you ever seen anyone propose like this? Tying someone to a chair to confess? This is straight-up tyranny!”
Lin Guiming said indignantly.
He Wanying continued to smile sweetly, her peach-blossom-like face inching closer to Lin Guiming’s.
She lifted his chin and said, “I’m just afraid you’d run away, Senior Brother…
The last few times, we were so close to succeeding, but you, with no sense of romance, just left me behind and walked away.”
“Yeah, almost succeeded…”
Lin Guiming’s face darkened.
“Soul-Bewitching Powder, Passion-Inciting Smoke, and you even went to the Alchemy Hall Elder to get Dragon-Tiger Vitality Pills, crushed them, and mixed them into my food. Is there anything you wouldn’t do?”
“Oh, Senior Brother, what are you talking about? I’m just a weak girl. What could I possibly do to you?”
As He Wanying spoke, she leaned even closer to Lin Guiming, her breath from her cherry-colored lips brushing against his face.
Up close, her sweet appearance made Lin Guiming’s face flush and his heart race.
But Lin Guiming knew it was all a facade!
This girl, despite her outwardly sweet and innocent demeanor, was black to the core—utterly, irredeemably black…
“Senior Brother…”
While Lin Guiming kept reminding himself not to be swayed by her beauty, He Wanying had no intention of wasting more words with him.
She had been waiting for this day for a long time…
She smiled sweetly, a captivating glint in her bright eyes, but unfortunately, Lin Guiming was too preoccupied with plotting his escape to notice.
Just as He Wanying stripped off Lin Guiming’s upper garments, untied her own waistband, and prepared to pull down his pants, Lin Guiming’s eyes suddenly lit up.
He struggled fiercely and shouted, “Stop! Stop it… Someone’s spying!”
At those words, He Wanying had no choice but to pause, cautiously scanning her surroundings.
But she didn’t find anyone nearby.
She then turned a suspicious gaze toward Lin Guiming, her eyes tinged with displeasure.
Lin Guiming swallowed hard but pressed on, “There really is someone.
They’re just too powerful for you to notice, Junior Sister…
Hey, you, stop hiding! I’ve already spotted you!”
“How is that possible? You’re clearly bound by the Binding Rope, your spiritual power sealed. How could you still detect me?”
Hearing this, He Wanying’s face showed shock, and she turned toward the source of the voice, saying in disbelief, “Father?”
That’s right, the person who appeared was none other than the Palace Master of Bixiao Palace, He Wanying’s father, He Fuming.
But the most shocked wasn’t her—it was our true disciple, Lin Guiming.
Was there actually someone there?
He had just blurted it out, hoping to scare her off or at least buy some time, maybe even hoping someone would come to his rescue.
But he never expected there really was someone spying—and it was He Wanying’s father!
What kind of father does something like that? Watching his own daughter stage a live romantic scene?
No… the real issue is, your daughter is about to force herself on your disciple, and you’re just standing there doing nothing?
“Not bad, not bad. It seems you’ve improved again. You’re not far from the Spirit Condensation Realm. You might even step into it before your eighteenth birthday. In the entire cultivation world, that’s not unprecedented, but it’s certainly exceptional…”
He spoke solemnly while stroking his long beard, as if completely forgetting what he had just been doing.
He Wanying gave her father a once-over, then suddenly stepped forward and yanked off his beard.
“Father, you’re wearing a fake beard again…”
“Ahem.”
He Fuming coughed twice, as if signaling his daughter to give him some face and not ruin his image in front of his disciple.
Though, in Lin Guiming’s eyes, he didn’t have much of an image to begin with.
“And dyeing your hair!”
But He Wanying seemed determined not to spare her father’s dignity.
Pointing at his white hair, she said, “I’ve told you so many times, dyeing your hair doesn’t make you look like a lofty sage.”
The corner of He Fuming’s mouth twitched.
Having just been caught doing something shady, he couldn’t exactly argue back when his daughter scolded him.
“Most importantly, you were actually spying on me and…”
Being a girl, even if a bit devious, she still felt some shyness about such matters.
He Wanying stopped mid-sentence, leaving the rest unsaid.
“Ahem… Wanying, you can’t put it like that. You should know, if I hadn’t lent you this Binding Rope, with your level of cultivation, you wouldn’t have been able to subdue Guiming.”
“Pfft!”
Lin Guiming spat in response.
“You old crook, tricking me into going down the mountain to find your daughter was bad enough, but now you’re helping her gang up on me?
Your daughter’s about to force herself on me—aren’t you going to do something?”
“Do something? No way!”
Hearing this, He Fuming grew displeased and said with a stern face, “I don’t understand what’s so bad about my daughter that you avoid her like the plague.
Besides, aren’t you two already engaged?”
“This…”
Lin Guiming’s expression was full of resentment, but he was at a loss for words to retort.
As unwilling as he was, the old shameless man was right—it was the truth.
And to explain how all this came about, we’d have to go back to when he first went down the mountain…