“Disciple, why are you so late?”
Inside the Daoist temple, Luozhilan saw Limuqun’s figure pushing open the door. Her beautiful brows furrowed slightly, a displeased expression crossing her face.
Clearly, as a “pet,” he did not strictly follow his master’s arrangements.
Truly, it was infuriating.
Today, he absolutely needed to make it up to me!
Her displeased voice drifted through a thin veil of gauze, reaching Limuqun’s ears and causing his entire body to tremble.
Bed… was it her?
Was she the one who insulted you?
Limuqun felt bitter and humiliated inside, yet he couldn’t show it.
Endure! Only endure!
Now was not the time to lose control.
Think positively, hold on!
Only by leveraging Luozhilan’s resources and diligently cultivating could he await the day of revenge.
Luozhilan, just wait—I will make you pay for this!
Suppressing the anger in his heart, he bowed deeply and respectfully said, “Reporting to Master, I encountered some setbacks in my cultivation, which delayed me. I hope Master will forgive me.”
This statement was not a lie; last night, he had indeed struggled to enter meditation, encountering obstacles.
So he said it without blushing or skipping a beat, appearing extremely sincere.
But when those words reached Luozhilan’s ears, they carried a different meaning.
“Setbacks?”
Luozhilan’s eyelid twitched involuntarily.
A sense of foreboding was born in her heart.
Had he sensed the existence of the Hypnotic Grand Array?
But that was impossible. With the presence of the Heavenly Demon Devour-Heart Pill, and his shallow Foundation Establishment cultivation, even if someone whispered the truth into his ear, his brain—controlled by the pill—would automatically block out all information about the Hypnotic Grand Array.
The Western Sect’s secret art was just that domineering and terrifying!
So what was this vague unease she felt?
Even though she tried to convince herself it was nothing serious, the deep-rooted unease did not fade.
As a Golden Core Cultivator, she clearly understood what this unease symbolized.
It was a Premonition, a Divine Sense warning!
Even if Heaven’s laws were unpredictable and the future unknowable, a Golden Core Cultivator’s Divine Sense could still sharply perceive potential threats or malicious intent.
No, she had to investigate thoroughly.
Unable to calm her mind, Luozhilan’s delicate nose twitched behind the gauze, sniffing the scent clinging to Limuqun.
Hmm, disciple’s scent, disciple’s scent, the room was filled with the disciple’s scent.
Wait… there was also… Luo Dan’er’s scent?
And it was so strong.
So thick, so intertwined.
They must have been embracing!
At the very least, they had embraced!
Suddenly, a nameless rage surged from her lower abdomen, and countless words flashed through her mind.
Deserted wilderness, lone man and woman, dry firewood and blazing flames—the outcome was obvious.
You can guard against the world, but not a family thief!
Who would understand the family’s pain—working so hard to set up the Disarraying Mind Hypnosis Array, only to have the adopted daughter steal the peach.
Fine, fine, fine!
Very good!
Increase the dosage! Today, I must increase the dosage!
A strange smile appeared on Luozhilan’s beautiful face.
The room suddenly fell into a heavy silence.
Limuqun kept his head lowered, steadying his breath, not daring to speak.
Had Luozhilan discovered something?
Just as he was overwhelmed with anxiety, Luozhilan suddenly smiled behind the gauze.
That mature and aloof laugh was like a snow lotus blooming suddenly under the northern lights atop an icy mountain.
“Why so nervous? Could it be you’ve secretly done something shameful behind Master’s back?”
Her voice drifted lightly, like a casual joke, yet also a pointed inquiry, echoing throughout the room.
“Disciple would never dare!” Limuqun panicked, bowing deeply to beg forgiveness.
“Master has been so kind to disciple; how could disciple commit such an ungrateful act?”
“My heart is steadfast, devoted only to cultivation and repaying Master. If this is a lie, may Heaven strike me down and Earth swallow me alive.”
He raised his hand and swore, but there was a sly trick hidden in the oath.
Repay?
He would repay Master, of course!
But how to repay—wasn’t that up to him to decide?
Once he cultivated successfully, flooding her with spiritual power until she became a fluff ball—that would count as repayment.
“I was just asking casually; disciple need not swear so heavily.” Luozhilan’s tone was calm as she used a thread of spiritual power to lift Limuqun up.
“Since you are so sincere, Master cannot be stingy either.”
“Look, what is this?”
Her jade hand swept across the gauze, revealing a swirling pink mist hovering before Limuqun.
What is this?!
At the sight of the pink mist, Limuqun suddenly found it hard to breathe, an intense desire surging through his mind.
“This is… Vitality Qi.” He swallowed hard, barely restraining his urge to snatch the mist from Luozhilan’s hand, stammering, “It is a heavenly treasure refined from Master’s own blood.”
“So you remember well,” Luozhilan smiled faintly, then concealed the pink mist away.
“Master!” Limuqun’s heart raced; he nearly lost control and lunged through the gauze.
But with a wave of Luozhilan’s spiritual power, he was gently pushed back as she said leisurely, “Disciple, you are too impatient.”
“Y-yes, disciple is indeed too impatient.”
Limuqun did not understand why he had suddenly lost composure, only feeling that as the pink mist vanished, all thoughts of revenge, shame, and a man’s dignity disappeared, replaced by a single desire to seize that mist.
“Disciple, this Vitality Qi is a reward meant for you. Master would not go back on her word.”
“Thank you, Master, thank you!” Hearing Luozhilan’s promise, Limuqun finally calmed, less anxious.
“However, Master has one request.”
“Request?”
“Yes, a very small request.” Luozhilan smiled softly behind the gauze, revealing her first plan: “While you cultivate on the mountain, you are forbidden from contacting anyone except Master.”
“This…”
Limuqun was stunned for a moment.
But it wasn’t a difficult request—simply no communication with others.
There were only two and a half people on Congealed Fat Peak: Luozhilan, Limuqun, and Luo Dan’er counted as half.
So this request basically excluded Luo Dan’er.
Yet, why now? Just as he was exchanging Vitality Qi with Luo Dan’er, she suddenly imposed this rule?
Limuqun hesitated, his reply delayed.
That brief hesitation ignited a furious blaze in Luozhilan’s heart.
With a sharp swish, the gauze was pulled aside, revealing Luozhilan’s ice-cold face twisted with anger before Limuqun.
“Master, you…”
Limuqun’s heart jolted. He tried to speak but saw Luozhilan snap her fingers.
“Clack—”
Purple light surged into his mind, and Limuqun’s eyes instantly glazed over, returning to that dazed, vacant look.
“Mom, mom, hold me.”
He whimpered, burrowing into Luozhilan’s embrace, rubbing against her large Dao fruit.
Holding Limuqun, Luozhilan’s eyes flashed with ruthless sharpness.
He actually hesitated to obey my order—it seems your bond with Dan’er runs deep!
She gently stroked his cheek and said tenderly, “Disciple, that misplaced affection will be severed by Master for you!”
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