Chapter 151: Silly Girl… 

Looking at the young girl before him, Lin Xun could already tell from her eyes what Wang Chen was searching for.

Lin Xun never imagined that Wang Chen would enter this Secret Realm just to find him, even giving up the chance to go to the Nether Abyss to stop Blood Shadow Cliff, all for a single glimpse of him.

This trip to the Nether Abyss to stop Blood Shadow Cliff was absolutely the key for Wang Chen to become the Buddhist Maiden of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Continent.

Lin Xun had thought there was something very important here, which was why the Bodhi Holy Land had decided to come.

He had even decided to help Wang Chen seize whatever that item was.

But he hadn’t expected… that it was actually himself.

For a moment, Lin Xun didn’t know whether to be happy or angry.

“You…” Lin Xun flicked her forehead in frustration. “Don’t you know how important the Nether Abyss is to you?”

Wang Chen covered her forehead, which was slightly red from the flick, with both hands, her eyes still looking at him with pure clarity: “Abbot Grandfather said…”

“And you still came here?” Lin Xun grew even angrier.

“Wang Chen… Wang Chen wanted to see Big Brother Lin.”

“…”

“Big Brother Lin…” Like a little girl who had done something wrong, Wang Chen stepped forward.

The girl gently tugged at the hem of Lin Xun’s robe, her head lowered with self-reproach in her tone, yet without a hint of regret.

“Big Brother Lin, please don’t be angry anymore, okay?”

Raising her head, Wang Chen’s eyes were filled with supplication: “Big Brother Lin can punish Wang Chen however he wants, just please don’t be angry… Big Brother Lin, please don’t hate Wang Chen…”

“Silly girl…”

The anger he had managed to muster vanished in an instant, replaced by a touch of heartache.

She clearly had a Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, so why was she so simple-minded?

“Forget it, let’s go. I don’t think the situation at Blood Shadow Cliff will be easy to resolve. I’ll see if there’s any room for maneuver when the time comes.”

With that, escaping Wang Chen’s gaze, Lin Xun turned and walked forward.

Possessing the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Heart, Wang Chen knew Big Brother Lin was no longer angry with her. Joy welled up in her eyes again as she followed behind him.

However, looking at Lin Xun’s broad palm, Wang Chen cautiously reached out time and again, wanting to place her small hand into his palm, just as she had years ago.

But Wang Chen didn’t know if doing so would make Big Brother Lin angry.

Wang Xing, who was nearby, noticed Wang Chen’s behavior. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she couldn’t help but recall how Young Master Lin had just been holding her hand.

For a moment, Wang Xing also felt a bit dazed.

She couldn’t quite describe the feeling.

It was happiness, but also a bit of shyness.

However, seeing Wang Chen repeatedly wanting to reach out to hold Young Master Lin’s hand but not daring to touch him, Wang Xing felt a sense of guilt, as if she had stolen Miss Wangchen’s most precious thing.

“Both of you, hold onto me tightly.”

Just as Wang Xing’s thoughts were in a tangle, Lin Xun spoke.

“Ah… oh.” Hearing Lin Xun’s voice, Wang Xing subconsciously placed her small hand back into his palm.

It was only the moment she felt the warmth of Lin Xun’s palm that the girl snapped back to her senses.

And just as Sikong Wangxing, her face flushing red, was about to withdraw her hand, Wang Chen’s eyes lit up. She also slid her small hand into Lin Xun’s palm, cupping his large hand with both of hers.

Wang Xing looked at Wang Chen. Seeing the clear, joyful look in the girl’s eyes, Sikong Wangxing was momentarily dazed.

It was as if the girl beside her had handed over all her affection and all her emotions, just like her small hand, for the other person to hold tightly.

“Sister Zhu Ling, from whom did you hear that Martial Uncle Fang is colluding with the Great Joy Temple?”

After saving the two, Jiang Qingshang formed a team with Zhu Ling and Jiang Nongqin, following the guidance of the zilin immortal sword as they moved forward.

Hearing that Martial Uncle Fang was a traitor and even wanted to use them as Cauldrons, Jiang Qingshang was shocked and even felt a bit of lingering fear.

Just imagine, if the other party really was in league with the Great Joy Temple, she would likely have been in dire straits and might have had to end her own life to preserve her purity.

However, Jiang Qingshang first had to confirm the truth of this news. It could be that someone had intentionally leaked it to Sister Zhu Ling to sow discord within the Zilin Holy Land.

Regardless, Jiang Qingshang would remain wary of Fang Jianqiu.

As long as she remained vigilant and prepared, Jiang Qingshang would definitely not let them succeed so easily.

“Sister Jiang… I… I can’t say.” Zhu Ling lowered her small head.

Even though that Big Bad Guy was very mean, she couldn’t just give him up.

After all, that old grandfather from Tianji City had said that Sister Jiang and the Big Bad Guy were like water and fire.

Besides, if she told Sister Jiang that the Big Bad Guy Lin Xun said it, Sister Jiang probably wouldn’t believe her anyway…

“Alright then.”

Jiang Qingshang didn’t press her further.

“Thank you for the warning, Sister Zhu Ling. Don’t worry, now that I know, they won’t have their way. If Martial Uncle Fang really has turned traitor, I will clear our sect of him.”

“Mm-hmm.” Zhu Ling nodded her head quickly. She had thought Sister Jiang would keep questioning her; Sister Jiang was really so gentle.

Just as the three of them reached a certain floor of the pavilion, three giant Black Flood Dragons suddenly opened their bloody maws and lunged straight at them.

Zhu Ling was so scared she crouched down and covered her head again, while Jiang Nongqin took out her jade flute, intending to help.

But before they could act, three flashes of purple Sword Qi zipped past.

“It’s okay now.” Following that, Zhu Ling heard Jiang Qingshang’s cold yet gentle voice. “The two of you, make sure to stay close. The higher we go, the more trouble we’re likely to face.”

Only then did Zhu Ling slowly open her eyes, seeing three pixelated dragon heads fallen to the side.

Amidst the blood, Sister Qingshang remained unstained, as pure as a clear lotus.

Looking at Jiang Qingshang’s exquisite profile, Zhu Ling was once again mesmerized.

I must become as strong as Sister Jiang! I’ll make that Big Bad Guy fall at my feet! Hmph, hmph, then it’ll be my turn to bully him…

“My, my, is this the strength of the Saintess of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect? It seems like it’s nothing much.”

“Ying’s strength is indeed not even a ten-thousandth of Senior Brother’s, but is the strength of the Yao Race Royal Family’s Seventh Princess only this much? It’s quite laughable.”

On another side of the pavilion, She Qiqi and Su Ying separated again after fighting for over a hundred rounds.

Clearly, neither could get the better of the other, and both were exhausted, yet they still strove to keep their breathing steady, simply not wanting to lose to the other.

“Your Senior Brother?”

She Qiqi’s eyes curved into a smile.

“Sooner or later, I will have your Senior Brother lick my feet, hold my worn socks in his mouth, and willingly become my servant.

This is the greatest reward I can give your Senior Brother, a reward meant only for him. He will surely love it.”