156: May the world be at peace and all disciples be well.

The Old Scholar rolled his eyes, his body went limp, and he looked as if he was about to fall backward.

Su Lin, quick-witted, caught the old man's back with a gentle spiritual force.

If these two wicked disciple continued to speak, Yunhe City tonight would likely turn into a crime scene, and this Old Scholar would be the first wronged soul to be "scared to death."

"It's a Twin Lotus."

Su Lin spoke, his voice steady and not loud, yet it clearly overpowered the noisy discussions around them.

"Stems connected, two flowers blooming, living and dying together, weathering storms as one.

It matches the color of Red Guan Gong, embodies the essence of White Liu Bei, and perfectly captures the bond of the Three Sworn Brothers."

The entire venue fell silent for a moment. Was it really this thing? But no one dared to refute him.

The Old Scholar seemed to have found a lifeline, took a sharp breath, and came back to his senses.

He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Exactly a Twin Lotus! This Young Master is a great talent! A great talent indeed!"

He tremblingly took down the Marriage Knot and, as if sending away a plague god, shoved it into Su Lin's hand.

"Young Master, please keep it. I wish you... I wish you and these two... uh... family members, a happy and harmonious hundred years, harmony..."

After speaking, the old man didn't even bother with his stall, turned around, and scurried into the crowd, faster than a rabbit.

Su Lin held the pink-glowing Chinese Knot, feeling it burn his hand.

On both sides, two scorching gazes almost burned through the knot.

"Revered Master..."

Luo Ximei reached out her hand, long and strong, with the sweet scent of the sugar figurine she had just eaten still lingering on her fingertips, and directly grabbed one end of the knot.

"Since we have this thing, shouldn't it be tied on?"

She smiled like a fox that had stolen a fish, her platinum right eye slightly narrowed, reflecting Su Lin's neck in its pupil.

"It would definitely look good tied around Revered Master's neck."

"Fifth Junior Sister, your words are mistaken."

Chu Weiwei's hand also reached out and grabbed the other end of the knot.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and clean, with a healthy pink hue, yet they were digging tightly into the knot, refusing to let go.

"This item is called a Concentric Knot, so naturally, it should be shared, one half each.

If Revered Master wears it all, wouldn't it make us seem superfluous?"

She raised her head and looked at Su Lin with a deep gaze: "Revered Master, why not untie this knot and give half of the silk thread to Weiwei?

Weiwei will sew it into your undergarment, to be worn close to your body. That's what true intimacy is."

"It would be a pity to untie it."

Luo Ximei exhaled a trace of Devilish Qi from her hand, and a dark red stream of light spread along the knot.

"Why not tie the other end to my wrist? This would be the best dog leash... oh no, lead."

"You want to raise Revered Master like a dog?!" Chu Weiwei bristled.

"I want Revered Master to never leave my sight, is that wrong?"

"You don't deserve it!"

It seemed that the knot, said to be woven from the threads of the "Myriad-Year Entwined Tree," was about to meet its end under the struggle between the two Integration Stage Great Powers.

"Let go."

Su Lin's voice carried no trace of warmth.

The two froze for a moment; though unwilling, their fingers slowly loosened.

Su Lin, with a swift movement, put the Marriage Knot into his Storage Ring, his actions smooth and flowing, giving them no chance to snatch it.

"Since it's a prize, I shall keep it."

"Whoever performs well, in the future... perhaps I can lend it to her for a glance."

"A glance?" Luo Ximei grumbled discontentedly, "Stingy."

"Revered Master..." Chu Weiwei bit her handkerchief, "That was originally what Weiwei wanted..."

"Any more nonsense, and you'll return to the Sect for secluded cultivation right now."

Su Lin's single sentence successfully silenced the two beasts on the verge of rampage.

He turned and walked towards the depths of the long street.

"Follow."

...The closer they walked to the city center, the denser the crowd became.

The body heat, sweat, and cosmetic scent of Mortals, mixed with the smoky aroma of food from street vendors, formed the most authentic taste of the Mortal World.

Su Lin walked ahead, his steps unhurried.

But the two behind him walked with extreme difficulty.

Not because of the crowd, but because of their damned "food-guarding" instinct.

"That man just looked at Revered Master."

Luo Ximei's gaze locked onto a scholar selling calligraphy and paintings by the roadside, a faint wisp of black Qi flickering at her fingertips, "Does he still want his eyeballs?"

"The woman's perfume is too strong; it will bother Revered Master.

" Chu Weiwei frowned, her fingers subtly moving, a wisp of colorless and odorless poison powder about to disperse into the air, "She needs to hold her breath for three hours."

"Neither of you move."

Su Lin didn't turn his head, but his voice accurately entered the Sea of Consciousness of both of them.

"Withdraw your Divine Sense, withdraw your poison powder."

"If you can't even tolerate such minor worldly bumps, your state of mind has reached its limit."

Luo Ximei pouted, the black Qi on her fingertips dissipated, but her displeasure was written all over her face.

She simply pushed through the crowd, strode to Su Lin's side, stretched out her arm, and possessively hooked his arm, almost hanging on him.

"Then I don't care. Others can look, but if anyone dares to touch Revered Master..."

She fiercely scanned the surrounding Mortals, and the Evil Qi that momentarily emanated caused the originally crowded people to instinctively create a vacuum circle around them.

"I'll make them regret ever being born into this world."

Seeing this, Chu Weiwei immediately occupied Su Lin's other side. She wasn't as overbearing as Luo Ximei, instead adopting a "water-dripping-through-stone" tactic.

She pressed her body tightly against Su Lin, the soft sensation transmitted without reservation.

"Revered Master, there are so many people, Weiwei is scared..."

As she spoke, she leaned her head on Su Lin's shoulder, her eyes, always misty, secretly staring coldly at every opposite-sex individual who tried to approach Su Lin.

Su Lin was like a kidnapped hostage, caught between two explosive barrels that could detonate at any moment, moving his steps with difficulty.

Ahead, a stone bridge spanning the Yunhe River appeared in their sight.

The bridge was adorned with various flower lanterns; men and women stopped on the bridge, placing their River Lanterns into the water, making beautiful wishes.

"Release River Lanterns!"

Chu Weiwei's eyes lit up, "Revered Master, let's go release River Lanterns too! I heard the River God here is very effective!"

"River God?" Luo Ximei sneered, "Which unknown deity? If I tell him to die at the third watch, dare he live until the fifth?"

"This is about romance! Romance, do you understand!"

Chu Weiwei glared at her, then pulled Su Lin down towards the bridge, "Revered Master, let's buy a few and make a wish."

Su Lin looked at the scattered lights on the river and nodded.

That's good, at least it's better than letting them scare Mortals on the street.

The three came to the riverbank and bought three lotus-shaped River Lanterns.

The vendor handed over three pens: "Three esteemed guests, you can write your wishes on the lantern petals. Sincerity brings results."

Su Lin took the pen, about to write.

Two heads immediately leaned in, one on each side, almost touching his face.

"What is Revered Master writing?" Luo Ximei's heterochromatic eye sparkled with curiosity.

"Is Revered Master going to write that he hopes his disciple will always be well-behaved?" Chu Weiwei guessed.

"Go write your own."

Su Lin lightly tapped their foreheads with the pen, "Wishes spoken aloud won't come true. And no peeking."

The two covered their foreheads and reluctantly retreated to the side.

Su Lin picked up the pen and wrote eight characters on the lantern petal:

"Peace Under Heaven, All disciple Well."

After writing, he quickly folded the lantern petal and placed it in the water.

On the other side, Luo Ximei held the pen, contemplating the lantern petal for a moment.

A very serious expression appeared on her enchanting face.

She didn't write anything.

Instead, she bit her fingertip and used the blood, imbued with the Origin of Devilish Qi, to draw a complex rune on the lantern petal.

It was a Blood Soul Lock.