Yang Yao looked at You Meng’er with confusion, unsure of what exactly she was trying to do.
Even if the Sunset Sect didn’t prohibit disciples from private fighting, the other party wasn’t a Sunset Sect disciple. Moreover, she had just finished exchanging blows with Xu Lin. If she continued to press the matter now, it would seem like she was deliberately picking a fight.
“You Meng’er, what are you trying to do?” Yang Yao warned.
“This isn’t Netherfiend Valley, nor is it a place where you can act recklessly.”
Regardless of the circumstances, Xu Lin was now the Holy Son of the Sunset Sect. If You Meng’er caused trouble, it would be equivalent to provoking the entire sect.
You Meng’er remained suspended in the air, her expression unchanged by Yang Yao’s words. She seemed utterly indifferent, simply gazing at Xu Lin.
This struck Xu Lin as strange, and he turned his head to look at her without any hesitation.
At the moment, You Meng’er held a sheathed longsword in one hand, showing no killing intent at all. Instead, there was a subtle sense of intrigue about her.
After a moment, You Meng’er stepped forward, moving closer to Xu Lin.
Her inexplicable actions put both Xu Lin and Yang Yao on high alert.
You Meng’er’s strength was plain for all to see. If she suddenly lashed out, they would have no choice but to be on guard.
Yet from start to finish, You Meng’er made no move to draw her sword. Her aura was completely restrained, leaving them baffled.
Completely ignoring Yang Yao beside her, You Meng’er walked up to Xu Lin, her gaze never leaving him.
Just as Xu Lin narrowed his eyes, tilted his head, and was about to ask again, a hand suddenly pressed against his chest.
The palm was slightly cool. Even through his clothes, Xu Lin could feel the chill.
Xu Lin looked down, Yang Yao glanced sideways, and the two of them simultaneously stared at You Meng’er’s hand resting on Xu Lin’s chest.
You Meng’er’s face was expressionless as she said flatly, “I’m curious about your body.”
“……”
Xu Lin, who had been squinting, opened one eye wide.
He had just been suspecting whether Yang Yao had issues, and now he was suspecting whether You Meng’er was mentally deranged.
“No.”
Xu Lin took a step back, unsure what expression to make in response to You Meng’er’s actions just now.
“I don’t sell my body, and I don’t sell my talents either.”
Even Yang Yao beside him looked utterly bewildered.
“You Meng’er, what’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you know him?”
You Meng’er shook her head calmly.
“He’s wearing a mask. I can’t see what he looks like, so how could I possibly know him?”
She spoke directly, emphasizing a complete lack of expression and emotion, making it impossible to discern her intentions or thoughts.
A Three-None Girl? That word surfaced in Xu Lin’s mind. That was the most direct impression You Meng’er gave him.
But forget about wearing a mask—even if he didn’t, in the original story, Xu Lin and You Meng’er had no chance to meet at all, let alone know each other.
Completely unconcerned with their shock, You Meng’er continued speaking to Xu Lin.
“Your body is very special. It has demonic aura and spiritual qi, and it can accommodate both forces simultaneously.”
Hearing this, Xu Lin finally grew serious, unable to help but stare intently into You Meng’er’s eyes.
Was she also someone with strange eyes? Otherwise, how could she see through his cultivation situation? Or had she simply noticed it during their exchange?
Xu Lin didn’t deny her claim, but he didn’t directly respond either.
“So what exactly do you mean?”
“If you get the chance, you can come to Netherfiend Valley.”
You Meng’er met Xu Lin’s gaze calmly.
“Impossible!”
Yang Yao spoke up first, her tone resolute.
She had no idea what You Meng’er truly meant, but those words just now sounded like she was trying to snatch someone away.
She shot a glare at Xu Lin, anger surfacing on her face.
“As the Holy Son of the Sunset Sect, even if he dies, he can only die within the Sunset Sect!”
Not to mention her master’s plans—in the previous life, Xu Lin was that person’s Guide. There was no way she would let him go easily.
Let him leave the Sunset Sect? Dream on! Unless he left dead!
Xu Lin understood Yang Yao’s thoughts, but such an extreme reaction still left him speechless. What exactly had he done to earn such deep-seated hatred from her?
You Meng’er paused, her azure eyes sweeping over the two of them before finally settling on Xu Lin.
Her face showed no expression, and she paid no mind to Xu Lin’s or Yang Yao’s emotions, as if nothing in the world could affect her.
“Come to Netherfiend Valley. You can directly use my name.”
With that, You Meng’er turned and walked away, leaving Xu Lin and Yang Yao utterly perplexed.
“She’s a strange one.”
Xu Lin commented.
“In the Demon Sect, can anyone with a screw loose become a Saintess?”
Yang Yao stared at Xu Lin with a face full of anger. She knew that those words weren’t just about You Meng’er—they were also aimed at her.
She bit her lip, her whole body radiating fury, let out a cold snort, and finally left as well.
Her sudden concern over whether Xu Lin might be having problems really was the most ridiculous thought.
“I need to find a way to escape this place quickly. Every single one of these people is abnormal.”
Xi Ranchen, Yang Yao, You Meng’er… these people were all dangerous existences to Xu Lin.
He turned and headed back toward his residence. Just as he reached the doorway, Xu Lin immediately halted his steps.
He warily called out toward the corner, “Who’s there!”
He flicked his sleeve, his sword fingers forming a gesture as the residual demonic aura within him faintly surged, a stark contrast to his demeanor back at the Vast Dao Sect.
The figure in the corner trembled slightly, like a startled little rabbit, shivering in fear.
“Senior Brother…… it’s me……”
Jiang Luo shuffled out step by step, lifting her eyes to glance at Xu Lin before lowering her head deeply.
Guilt from a guilty conscience, along with the sense of inadequacy from witnessing the scene just now, lingered in her heart.
She had been here the whole time, unable to hear the conversation between Xu Lin, Yang Yao, and You Meng’er.
But from a distance, it looked like Yang Yao and You Meng’er were arguing over Xu Lin about something.
Especially when she saw You Meng’er walk up and press her hand on Xu Lin’s chest without a word, Jiang Luo’s eyes widened instantly. Her heart ached, and she didn’t know what to do.
“It’s you.”
Xu Lin let out a sigh of relief, his expression relaxing.
Compared to those two strange individuals, the Jiang Luo before him seemed much more agreeable.
“What’s wrong with you? Why do you look so timid and hesitant?”
Xu Lin didn’t understand. Why was Jiang Luo even more reserved than when she had come to ask for his help back then?
“……It’s nothing…… I just came to check if Senior Brother had returned. Since you’re back, then…… I’ll be going now. I won’t disturb your rest.”
Jiang Luo backed away as she spoke, and when she finished, she gave Xu Lin a polite bow, looking incredibly courteous.
That was the etiquette the later-disciples often used toward senior brothers and sisters. But toward Xu Lin, it was Jiang Luo’s first time.
“What’s going on today? Everyone’s weirder than the last.”
Xu Lin scratched his head, unable to figure it out.
Not to mention Yang Yao—even Jiang Luo was acting strangely. He felt like there was an inexplicable sense of distance in her words just now.