“In short, I infiltrated the Divine Tree of Yingzhou some days ago precisely for this girl of the Yushen Clan. Her identity is very special, but it doesn’t matter now.”
Yun Liu thanked the two seniors again. As for the absurd farce involving the two little girls in between, he glossed over it—it had been a close call but without danger.
Yinglian Yushen held the sword case and bowed deeply. Her wooden little face showed no expression, but she was very polite.
Yan Bingling’s expression shifted with uncertainty. She didn’t know what she had missed. She knew best why Yinglong had come, but Yun Liu had repelled it with the help of Kunpeng.
“Good kid… Where is Gelan? She should be with you, right?”
Although Yan Bingling’s eyes were closed, Yun Liu could feel her burning divine sense; she seemed suspicious.
When the topic of the grass-loving cow came up, the white-robed youth gave an awkward smile, saying only that Lady Lan had helped and then left alone to visit the Great Snow Mountain in Cangmang Prefecture. As for the details, he would have to apologize privately.
“I see… Master, she…”
Qin Xiang lowered her head, somewhat disappointed. But ever since the succession of the head seat, she had guessed this day would come.
She just hadn’t expected it to be so fast, so soon.
After clarifying the ins and outs, Canghai and White Whale took their leave first with Li Su, not getting involved in someone else’s family affairs.
Before leaving, the little alchemy boy wore a worried frown and cast a resentful look at the little yellow-haired girl, signaling that he would come play with her later; this time, no matter what, his butt was in for it.
The little salted fish, who had been peeking outside the door all along, seized the chance to follow the spirit boat of Penglai Island, eagerly trying to get close to gather information about the one Lady Xiafei had her eye on.
But then she discovered that that handsome young gentleman was even more impressive. Tianyin Workshop had failed to recognize a true master—they had coincidentally saved the newly promoted Heavenly Dao Alchemy Master of East Pole Province, the chief of the East Pole Pavilion of Shanhai Pavilion. Qing Li secretly sighed that this trip hadn’t been in vain; the madam would surely be very interested in this huge news!
Now only the insiders remained at the table. Yun Liu sighed and told Qin Xiang to take their daughter upstairs to rest; the room was already prepared.
Ji Shiyu was reluctant, but seeing the two little aunts, she felt intimidated. Ao Tian was equally wary.
The silly girl’s nominal grandmother was terrifying enough; one alone was bad enough, but now two appearing together—wouldn’t that cause chaos?
“How did it come to this?”
Yun Liu looked at his Dao Heart Master, trying to get an answer. Unfortunately, the original was useless.
“How should I know!”
Yan Bingling gritted her teeth. The inner demon was right in front of her, but she could do nothing except watch her show off her power.
Compared to her own condition, she cared more about what had really happened on this trip; it definitely wasn’t as simple as her rebellious disciple claimed.
Restless, curious, ants crawling all over!
“Need to ask? Of course someone got anxious, snap, Dao Heart shattered. Who it is, I won’t say.”
The demon-fallen foster mother poured herself a drink, sipping tea; she saw it very clearly.
All along, she had been sealed in the dark side of the sword heart, only occasionally coming out for air at night. When the long-suppressed true self merged with demonic energy, the backlash was bound to be fierce.
It didn’t matter; she had already gotten to first base, not flustered at all.
The Dao Heart Master’s lips moved, and she spoke calmly, asking and answering herself.
“Am I anxious? Ha, unbelievable.”
“I’m not a therapist!”
Yun Liu rolled his eyes. This was far beyond the capabilities of an alchemy cultivator.
“See, I haven’t named anyone, and someone jumped out by themselves.”
“You!”
The root cause might still lie in Master’s twisted personality. From a certain angle, a crazy beauty carries more baggage than a clinging madwoman.
“This can’t go on like this. A shattered Dao Heart damages the foundation of the Great Dao. I’ll find a way to reunite you two.”
Yun Liu sighed awkwardly, feeling that he had brought this upon himself.
Leaving the sect didn’t seem like a permanent solution. Who could have guessed it would directly split his yandere master? Truly, I struggle with myself.
The demon-fallen foster mother feigned surprise, lifting the boy’s chin, and said with a wicked smile:
“Silly Liuer, isn’t this already a perfect solution? I am me, she is she. She can pretend as much as she wants, but I don’t need to hide my true feelings; I do whatever I want. Besides… how do you know we’re even willing to merge into one again?”
“You! Shut up! You’re not me at all! Where is the dignity of a master?!”
“Pfft, getting worked up again. I choose to shut up. What can you do?”
Watching her other self lick her lips, the corner of her mouth curling into a cruel arc as if implying something, Yan Bingling surged with anger again, veins popping on her forehead.
Could it be… is it possible… In some unknown corner, this madwoman has already held hands with Liuer behind my back, even k-k-k-kissed?! How dare she!
Such fantasies only existed in dreams—just fantasies. In reality, the shorty only dared to hug a pillow under the covers.
Neither master nor disciple, neither mother nor son.
Frightened, little A Lian hugged the screaming yellow chicken tightly. Yun Liu felt both like laughing and crying; indeed, only the little aunt herself could cure the little aunt. The original’s heart was racing, her mentality gradually twisting, her silver hair nearly standing on end.
What a scandal, what a scandal!
“I’d rather not have it! Even if we need to find a cure, it’s about how to eliminate you, this inner demon! Before that, I will never let you approach Liuer one step using my name!”
Yan Bingling gritted her teeth and sneered.
“You’re right, this demon-fallen incarnation—”
“Aiyaya, more high-sounding platitudes? A cripple like you—who can you threaten now? But I’m different. I’m generous. After all, a sword case can hold more than one sword. Our old Yun family has great use for you, so don’t ruin your health, Fairy Yan. Good days are still ahead.”
The demon-fallen foster mother stuck out her tongue, patted her butt, and headed upstairs, not in a hurry.
Just keep putting on an act. When your belly is big and everyone in the Five Peaks of the Sea of Clouds knows, we’ll see how you can still play the sanctimonious Fairy Bingling!
As for counterattacking the fox spirit and taking back the position of first wife from these little girls, that’s on you~.
That Yun fellow rested his chin on his hand, pondered for a moment, and laughed.
“Hehehe.”
It took a long time to get the demon-fallen foster mother’s strange metaphor. I’ve become a sword case? Wonderful!
If Master can raise twelve principal flying swords, then it’s not too much for me to take twelve wives, right?
The fake saint thought so…
“What are you laughing at?!”
Yan Bingling glared viciously at the unfilial son, wanting to ask for details but finding it hard to speak.
If the inner demon used an avatar to do something heinous, would it be any different from disgracing the original?
“If I don’t laugh, should I cry for you? If you have the guts, go yell at yourself. What skill is it to act tough with me? If one day I split too and give each of you half, then peace will reign.”
Ying Lian weakly raised her hand. Ao Tian finally seized the chance to fly back onto Yun Liu’s head.
“Th-then A Lian wants a piece too.”
O(∩_∩)O
“Alright, alright, then split into three pieces, if there’s a chance.”
Yun Liu shook his head jokingly and couldn’t wait to go find Sister Qin.
Separation makes the heart grow fonder.