Chapter 312: You Will Come to Beg Me

“Brother Lin’s scent?”

Jiang Qingshang was slightly surprised, but she didn’t quite believe it.

“Yaya, could it be that Yaya misses Brother Lin too much?” Jiang Qingshang said softly.

This was the entrance to the Rootless Secret Realm, a place where the Geniuses of the Myriad Laws World gathered.

Her husband was a Mortal; how could he possibly come here?

“Yaya must have smelled it wrong.” Qu Ke, standing nearby, also smiled and pinched Yaya’s cheek. “Yaya’s big brother couldn’t possibly come here.”

“Ugh~”

Yaya lowered her small head, also starting to doubt herself.

But she really did smell Brother Lin’s scent. Could she have been mistaken?

“Yaya, in a moment, Sister Qinger and Sister Qu Ke will be going somewhere.”

Jiang Qingshang picked Yaya up.

“Yaya, wait for us here, okay? A big sister will take care of Yaya for a while.”

Because Yaya’s Realm was insufficient, she couldn’t enter the Rootless Secret Realm at all. Thus, Jiang Qingshang planned to leave Yaya in the care of Immortal Master Xuanyue of the Fuchen Holy Land.

Immortal Master Xuanyue was a friend of her Master and also her godmother. Jiang Qingshang believed her godmother wouldn’t refuse.

“Mm.” Yaya nodded obediently. “Yaya will be good and wait for Sister Qinger to come back.”

“Yaya is so good. When I come back, we might need to move,” Jiang Qingshang said gently.

“Move? Sister Qinger, where are we moving to?”

Jiang Qingshang’s eyes curved into crescents. “To a place shrouded in mist, like a fairyland. It’s also Sister Qinger’s maternal home.”

“Master, do you think if I go up now and say hello to Qingshang, she would be very surprised?”

Looking at Jiang Qingshang not far away, the young girl smiled with curved eyes.

The girl was wearing the female Daoist robes of the Yin-Yang School, which accentuated her graceful figure.

Even though she wore a veil and her true appearance couldn’t be seen, many Cultivators still looked toward her.

Some Cultivators even felt a faint sense of awe toward this girl in their hearts, without knowing why.

“Stop fooling around.”

Le Sha sighed softly.

“Xiaomeng, when you enter the Rootless Secret Realm this time, you and the Lesser Minister of Fate must support each other.”

Remember, although I have placed a secret technique on you to mask your mountain and river dragon destiny with dragon prestige, you must not let your guard down.

No matter what, you must never take off your veil. Is that clear?”

“Master, Xiaomeng knows. Master has already said it ten times.”

Xia Xiaomeng felt her Master was being a bit too cautious.

“But Master, you keep talking about that Lesser Minister of Fate, so why haven’t I seen her yet?”

“She is already here.”

Just as Le Sha finished speaking, on the plain and under everyone’s watchful eyes, weeds grew wildly, eventually forming a green, man-sized chrysalis.

The weeds gradually receded, and from the ‘chrysalis,’ a purple-haired woman wearing a light veil stepped out slowly.

Her long purple hair reached just to her slender waist, and her light purple eyes were like violets, seemingly bringing a sense of midsummer coolness to those who saw them.

The woman’s clothing was different from the conservative style of ordinary women; she wore a short dress.

A red sash accentuated her figure, and the skirt was mainly white and purple, with two layers—purple on the outside and white on the inside.

The small flowers on the skirt gauze symbolized her purity, while the Yin-Yang double-fish tassels on her sleeves represented her status.

Below the skirt, purple garters were tied around her jade-like legs.

A pair of purple over-the-knee stockings wrapped her legs, with wisteria flower cutouts revealing glimpses of her skin.

Further down were light purple embroidered shoes on her feet, adding to her ancient charm.

The Yin-Yang School and the Daoist School were originally one during the ancient era, but their philosophies later diverged slightly.

Thus, the Yin-Yang School’s Old Ancestor, ‘Taiyi the Celestial Sovereign,’ split from the Daoist School to form the independent Yin-Yang School.

Unlike the myriad Daoist Sects of the Fuchen Continent, the Yin-Yang School had only one Sect, which could be said to be one of the largest Sects in the world.

Furthermore, the Cultivators of the Yin-Yang School were much less restrained.

To show their difference from the old-fashioned Daoists, the women’s clothing was quite bold, yet extremely beautiful.

“That is the Yin-Yang School’s Lesser Minister of Fate. She has no name or surname and commands ‘Life,’ but she seems to be a mute.”

Seeing Lin Xun staring intently, She Qiqi spoke to him through their mental link, looking at him with a playful expression.

“Do you men just like this kind of woman with a sense of mystery?”

She Qiqi sneered. “If you are willing to become my possession, I can make her your maid, though you wouldn’t be allowed to touch her.”

Lin Xun shook his head speechlessly. “First of all, although I am a lecher, I don’t just like anyone who looks good. Secondly, I am not your possession!”

She Qiqi: “Oh? Then you must like that other girl more? You’ve looked at her several times since just now. What is your relationship with her?”

“None of your business,” Lin Xun responded mentally. “However, if you dare touch a single hair on her head, I guarantee you will regret it.”

“I never regret anything.”

She Qiqi yawned.

“Besides, even if I don’t do anything to her, that girl’s situation won’t be any better.”

Lin Xun looked at She Qiqi. “What do you mean?”

“Are you begging me?” She Qiqi’s smile was playful.

Lin Xun: “You don’t have to say it.”

She Qiqi: “My information doesn’t come for free.”

Lin Xun didn’t waste words with her. “What are the conditions?”

“Hold me while I sleep tonight, or tomorrow morning, pick a pair of socks from my Storage Pouch and help me put them on.”

At this point, She Qiqi glanced at the over-the-knee stockings on the legs of the Lesser Minister of Fate.

“You were just staring at her legs. Do you like this style? There are plenty in the Demon Race World too. I have black ones and white ones. After I take them off, you must stuff them in your mouth.”

“You’re so perverted. Does your Family know?” Lin Xun no longer knew how to roast her.

“Family?” She Qiqi just smiled. “My only Family is already dead.”

Lin Xun: “…”

“So, which one do you choose?” She Qiqi slightly lifted a corner of her skirt, secretly showing a glimpse of her fair thigh to Lin Xun. “I suggest you choose the second one.”

“Sorry, I choose neither.” Lin Xun slapped her hand down. “I’ll just ask Wang Xing when the time comes.”

“That little rich girl from Tianji City?” She Qiqi touched her chin thoughtfully. “She indeed can give you any information you want.”

“Forget it.” She Qiqi let it go in an instant, her eyes curving as she spoke aloud instead of mentally. “Anyway, one day, you will come to beg me.”

“That day will never come.” Lin Xun stopped talking to her.

Beside them, Mo Wenwen felt the fluctuations of spiritual power and knew they had been communicating mentally, but she didn’t know the content.

However, hearing the last sentence, it seemed they hadn’t reached an agreement.

Lin Xun released his Divine Sense to search for the positions of Wang Chen and the others on the plain.

Lin Xun quickly confirmed them.

Because wherever they were, there were various commotions of different sizes.

First was Ruo Wangchen from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Continent.

Many had heard of this Buddhist Maiden of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Continent, but most had never seen her.

Especially after hearing that she had obtained the ancient world-opening exotic beast—the Dream-Eating Tapir, people were even more curious.

This time, they were not disappointed.

The moment they saw Ruo Wangchen, everyone’s eyes lit up, and they couldn’t look away.

Ruo Wangchen was one of the ten people on the world’s se jia ranking. Her beauty was different from the other women on the list.

Her beauty was a sacred beauty.

It made it impossible for anyone to have any profane thoughts.

It was as if she were a Buddha just by standing there.

And now, this sacredly beautiful female Buddha was holding a silly-looking little pet in her arms, making her look a bit cute alongside her holiness.

When Wang Chen sensed Lin Xun’s Divine Sense, a happy light flashed in her eyes.

In that single instant, when they saw that flash of light, everyone felt as if the Buddha before them had come to life.

It was as if a Buddha had descended into the Mortal Realm, with a beauty that seemed not of this world.

Lin Xun quickly withdrew his Divine Sense to prevent Wang Chen from finding him.

Otherwise, that silly girl would surely do something foolish again.

Next.

Lin Xun confirmed Wang Xing’s position.

At this moment, Wang Xing was socializing with Disciples of other Sects.

Tianji City had dealings with many Sects in the Myriad Laws World. As the only legitimate daughter of Tianji City, Wang Xing naturally had to represent her Family’s reputation.

This was the first time Lin Xun had seen Wang Xing socializing.

Although her face still carried a sickly paleness, her speech and behavior were perfectly poised, and every word and action was dignified and elegant.

She was slightly close with female Cultivators but kept her distance from male Cultivators, managing social boundaries perfectly.

The girl’s sickly and delicate beauty even inspired a desire in others to protect her.

Graceful in public, and capable in private.

He had to admit, when the old man set the marriage contract for him back then, he really wasn’t acting blindly.

Moreover, if he hadn’t met Qinger, even if he had been repulsed by the marriage contract at first, he definitely would have ended up marrying such a girl.

However, Lin Xun noticed that some Sect Cultivators were deliberately showing off, and the way they looked at Wang Xing was a bit too fervent.

Lin Xun wasn’t surprised.

After all, Wang Xing was the wealthiest girl in the Myriad Laws World and the only daughter of Tianji City—which was a Family enterprise. She was gentle and kind, and her looks were among the top ten in the world.

Furthermore, Wang Xing’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony was less than a year away, and Tianji City had even been faintly leaking news.

During Wang Xing’s Coming-of-Age Ceremony, if there was a suitable candidate, Tianji City would choose a son-in-law.

At this moment, they were all trying to earn her favor.

However, Wang Xing didn’t give any of them a second glance.

“Wang Xing will never marry anyone else in this lifetime.”

The girl’s words from back then echoed in Lin Xun’s ears again.

The image of the girl with tears in her eyes back then flashed through Lin Xun’s mind again.

Lin Xun withdrew his Divine Sense from Sikong Wangxing, his heart filled with guilt.

“If I heal Wang Xing’s body, will that completely make it up to her?”

Doubt arose in Lin Xun’s heart.

Was this for the sake of his own peace of mind, or was it just his own one-sided wishful thinking?

Taking a deep breath, Lin Xun didn’t dare to think too deeply.

To the east of the plain, Lin Xun sensed Bai Luoxue and Lan Shanshan.

Bai Luoxue still wore a veil, which suppressed her Bewitching Bone.

But the men looking at her were still the most numerous!

Some men even had inappropriate desires in their eyes as they looked at Bai Luoxue.

Perhaps for these so-called righteous Sects, since Bai Luoxue was from a demonic Sect, it was only natural for them to take possession of her.

This couldn’t help but make Lin Xun find it laughable.

But Lin Xun wasn’t worried about Bai Luoxue’s safety at all.

Don’t be fooled by Bai Luoxue’s delicate appearance; her combat power wasn’t lacking at all, not to mention she had refined the mandarin duck cauldron.

As for Bai Luoxue, she naturally ignored those gazes. She was looking for Lin Xun but just couldn’t find him.

At that moment, a cherry-haired girl walked up to Bai Luoxue, gave her a slight smile, and then scanned the surrounding men.

Those covetous gazes on Bai Luoxue nearly all vanished instantly.

Simply because this cherry-haired girl was named Su Ying!

The only Junior Sister of that Demon Son Lin Xun!

Finally, there was Zhu Ling. When Lin Xun found Zhu Ling’s position, Zhu Ling had also spotted Sikong Wangxing and was running over happily on her long legs, skipping like a Little White Rabbit.

Lin Xun clearly sensed that they were all carrying the protective Magical Artifacts he had given them.

In that case, if they were in any danger in the Rootless Secret Realm, he could immediately rush to their location.

“Are they the people you care about?” She Qiqi asked mentally.

Without knowing what method she used, She Qiqi followed Lin Xun’s Divine Sense and noticed Ruo Wangchen and the others.

“Yes, they are my bottom line.” Lin Xun responded mentally without any concealment. He believed She Qiqi wouldn’t, and wouldn’t dare, touch his reverse scale.

“How strange.”

She Qiqi tilted her head.

“The information I received said that although Demon Son Lin Xun wasn’t a bloodthirsty devil, he definitely didn’t have so many attachments. What exactly did you encounter?”

“I just met a silly girl.” Lin Xun looked straight into She Qiqi’s eyes. “You should also be grateful to that girl. Otherwise, if it were the old me, you might have died long ago in the Heiwu Secret Realm.”

She Qiqi’s eyes narrowed. She knew Lin Xun was telling the truth.

Just as She Qiqi was about to ask who that girl was, several intense Spiritual Pressures streaked across the sky.

Immediately after, a total of one hundred thousand jade pendants fell from the sky.

The Cultivators on the plain all caught them.

“These jade pendants are Life Jades crafted by the Fuchen Continent.”

In the sky, five elders stood floating. As a gust of wind blew past, they looked quite immortal and sage-like.

They were the Holy Lord of the Fuchen Holy Land and the Sect Masters of the four major Sects of the Fuchen Continent.

“The Rootless Secret Realm is about to open. You must keep these jade pendants on you at all times and must not lose them. If you receive a fatal wound, you can use this jade pendant to escape.”

The Rootless Secret Realm will be open for a total of thirty days. You must come out within thirty days; otherwise, the next opening time will be hundreds or even thousands of years later. Do you hear me?”

“Yes!”

On the plain, tens of thousands of Cultivators cupped their hands in a salute.

“Good!” The Fuchen Holy Lord nodded in satisfaction, finally giving his son a deep look.

Turning around, the Fuchen Holy Lord raised the Whisk in his hand:

“Open the gate!”