Chapter 98 The Two Sisters' Doubts

Xiao Ming held a faint, enigmatic smile at the corners of his lips as his large hands wandered over her pair of snow-capped mountains, feeling the young girl's green yet budding curves in his embrace. His voice was low and carried an unquestionable tone: "Remember, from now on, you must be obedient and serve this Saint well, do you understand?"

Yu Linlang had long been teased into a state of weakness, collapsing into his arms like water. In her dazed state of consciousness, only a whisper as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet filled with endless shyness and submission, escaped from her throat: "Mm..." This soft murmur seemed to exhaust all her strength.

Xiao Ming held the warm, fragrant beauty in his arms with great satisfaction, his nose filled with the unique scent of the young girl, and his heart felt incomparably delighted. He lingered for a moment longer before reluctantly letting go of the beauty in his embrace, laughing heartily, and turning to walk towards the entrance of the cave.

The two stepped out of the cave one after the other, returning to the Blood Pool valley. By the pool, Mo Qingzhu and Yu Linglong had also just finished absorbing the energy and were slowly ending their Cultivate.

The Qi around Mo Qingzhu was visibly more solid and powerful. As she opened and closed her eyes, a sharp gleam flickered within, and she had clearly achieved a Breakthrough to the Late Nascent Soul Stage, her temperament appearing even more cold and ethereal. Yu Linglong had also benefited greatly, her cultivation reaching the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

The two women exhaled a long breath of stale air, feeling refreshed and invigorated. Just as they were about to stand up, they saw Xiao Ming and Yu Linlang leisurely emerge from the corner of the rock wall one after the other.

Xiao Ming still maintained that lazy and carefree appearance, with a satisfied smile hanging on the corners of his lips. Only if one observed carefully would they notice that as he walked, one hand was faintly and lightly pressing on his lower back, revealing a hint of imperceptible "weariness."

As for Yu Linlang, who was following a few steps behind him, it was a different scene. Her pretty face was flushed like a sunset glow, spreading all the way to her petite earlobes. Her eyelids were lowered, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, and she dared not meet anyone's gaze. Her whole body seemed to have the words "just been bullied severely" written all over it.

Upon seeing her sister's condition, Yu Linglong's heart sank instantly. Could it be that in the short time she had been immersed in her Cultivate, the Saint had... done something to Linlang...? Her expression changed instantly, and she hurriedly stepped forward, grabbing her sister's wrist, and anxiously whispered: "Linlang! Are... are you okay? Did the Saint do anything to you?" She carefully looked her sister up and down, seeing that although her sister was embarrassed to death and her clothes were slightly disheveled, she was largely intact, and her Qi showed no anomalies other than being chaotic and shy. Only then did her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, settle a little, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Xiao Ming saw through Yu Linglong's little thoughts clearly, but he didn't care at all. His gaze swept over Mo Qingzhu, who had already risen and was looking at him. Her beautiful eyes were like water, shimmering with ripples, and the corners of her eyes and brows were filled with natural charm. The way she looked at him was as gentle as water, yet it seemed to have hooks, with threads of affection almost overflowing, and that reliance and burning passion were undisguised.

Looking again at the pair of sisters behind him with their subtle atmosphere—one full of worry and vigilance, the other too shy to lift her head—Xiao Ming's mood became even more cheerful, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, his laughter echoing in the valley. He said no more, strode forward, and led the way out of the valley, his posture free and easy, like a general returning from a series of great victories.

Feeling the surging growth of power within her body, Yu Linglong looked at the unfathomable back of the man in front, then turned her head to look at her sister beside her, who was still blushing, eyes dodging, and overcome with shyness. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, a flash of struggle and helplessness appearing in her eyes, which finally turned into determination. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, attaching oneself to the strong is the Law of survival, and besides, although this Saint acted unpredictably, he had not truly harmed the two sisters and had instead bestowed an Opportunity... She took a deep breath, as if having made up her mind, gently took her sister's hand, and whispered: "Let's go, Linlang." Immediately, the two sisters silently followed behind Xiao Ming and Mo Qingzhu, leaving the valley together.

After leaving the Blood Pool valley, Xiao Ming did not stay long in Yuan City. The next day, he led everyone to set off back to the Heavenly Demon Sect. With a dull and majestic roar, the eight desolations nether carriage rose from the ground like an awakened ancient Vicious Beast and shot into the clouds. The carriage was huge and luxurious, with an astonishing Aura, truly like a mobile palace in the sky.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Ming leaned lazily against the large and comfortable main seat. He rested his chin casually, his eyes slightly closed as if resting, his posture leisurely and comfortable.

Mo Qingzhu had changed into an aqua-blue dress, the hem spreading out like clouds. She had less of the cold aloofness she showed in front of others, and more of a domestic gentleness and docility. She sat upright on one side of the main seat, her body slightly leaning towards Xiao Ming, forming an intimate yet polite posture of service.

She first raised her fair hand, took the jade pot kept warm on the table, and poured the spirit tea, which was at just the right temperature, into a translucent jade cup. The tea was amber in color, with a clear and crisp fragrance that made one feel relaxed and happy upon smelling it.

She did not immediately hand it to Xiao Ming, but instead used her own lips to gently touch the rim of the cup to test the temperature. Confirming it was neither too hot nor too cold, she then handed it to Xiao Ming's lips with gentle eyes, her voice as soft as a spring breeze brushing against the ear: "Saint, this is the 'Clear Heart Condensation Tea' that Qingzhu brewed for you. The temperature is just right, please have a taste... and relieve your fatigue!"

Yu Linglong and Yu Linlang, the two sisters, sat in side seats a little further away from the main seat. Both sisters sat upright, hands neatly placed on their laps, heads slightly lowered, appearing somewhat reserved. Their gazes, however, always involuntarily and stealthily glanced towards the main seat, watching Mo Qingzhu's docile appearance, which was completely different from her usual self. Especially the intimate action of testing the temperature with her lips just now filled their hearts with deeper doubts and a trace of imperceptible, complex emotions.

Yu Linlang was young, and her thoughts were shallow. She endured and endured, but in the end, she couldn't suppress her curiosity. She slightly turned her body, leaned over to her sister's ear, and asked timidly in a voice so low that only the two of them could hear: "Sister... Sister Qingzhu... isn't she that Brother Lu Ming's Dao Companion? They... they look so strange. Why is Sister Qingzhu so... so close to the Saint? And... and she even used her mouth to test the tea..." Her little face was full of confusion, her brows slightly furrowed. She couldn't understand it no matter how she tried; this seemed to have exceeded the knowledge blind spot of her little brain.

Yu Linglong's heart was also full of doubts, and she even had a few more guesses. From her observations over the past few days, she had seen that the relationship between Mo Qingzhu and the Saint was by no means ordinary. That kind of tacit understanding, that kind of intimate action, especially the tenderness and naturalness contained in every one of Mo Qingzhu's actions towards Xiao Ming, were definitely not a disguise. And the temperature testing with her lips just now—such a private and even ambiguous act—if one were to call it master and servant, it was a bit too much; if one were to call them Dao Companion, but... but what about that Lu Ming? The contradictions and oddities in this made her unable to figure it out for a moment.

She gently tugged at her sister's sleeve, signaling her to be quiet, shook her head slightly, and used her eyes to convey the warning: "Don't ask too much, don't look too much." In front of this unfathomable Saint, any unnecessary curiosity could bring about unpredictable disasters.

Xiao Ming seemed completely indifferent to the whispering and peeking of the sisters below, or rather, he hadn't put it in his eyes at all. He slightly parted his lips and, taking from Mo Qingzhu's hand, sipped the spirit tea that was at just the right temperature. The tea fragrance was clear, slightly sweet upon entering the mouth, and immediately turned into a gentle warm current sliding down his throat, which indeed had the effect of calming the spirit.

"Mm, not bad." He praised lazily, his eyes still half-closed, as if in deep thought.

Receiving the praise, the smile in Mo Qingzhu's eyes deepened, like ripples spreading on spring water. She put down the tea cup and used a silk handkerchief with a soft texture and a faint cold fragrance to gently wipe away the non-existent water stains from the corners of Xiao Ming's lips. Her fingertips would occasionally brush against Xiao Ming's cheek or chin inadvertently, bringing up a trace of imperceptible itchiness.

After doing this, she did not return to her original position but instead took the Opportunity to lean her body closer to Xiao Ming, almost half-leaning on the armrest of his main seat. She raised her slender jade hands and began to gently massage Xiao Ming's temples, the strength of her fingertips moderate, carrying a relaxing rhythm. While massaging, she whispered in a tone that only the two of them could hear clearly, with a hint of coquettishness: "Saint, you have been tired these past few days, and Qingzhu's heart aches to see it. After we go back, you must have a good rest."

Her breath was warm, carrying the faint fragrance unique to her, gently brushing against Xiao Ming's ear and neck. That expression, that tone, that action—where was there any hint of the cold and reserved demeanor she showed to outsiders? She was clearly a young woman who relied on him wholeheartedly, with her heart and eyes full of her lover.

Yu Linlang watched with a slightly flushed face, her heart thumping, and hurriedly averted her gaze, but couldn't help but steal another glance. Yu Linglong frowned even more, closed her eyes to Cultivate, and dared not look again. The more affectionate and natural Mo Qingzhu behaved, the heavier the clouds of doubt and confusion in her heart became. The relationship between this "Sister Qingzhu" and the Saint was truly extraordinary!

The carriage fell silent for a moment, with only Mo Qingzhu's occasional coquettishness and the sounds of the two flirting. Under the beauty's service, Xiao Ming seemed even more lazy and comfortable, even adjusting his sitting posture to lean his head slightly towards Mo Qingzhu to facilitate her massage.

The smile in Mo Qingzhu's eyes deepened, her massaging fingertips becoming even gentler. Occasionally, she would use her fingertips to gently smooth out Xiao Ming's not-at-all-disheveled hair at his temples, her posture skillful; clearly, this was not the first time she had done this.

The journey passed simply and comfortably under Mo Qingzhu's meticulous service, and not long after, the group returned to the Heavenly Demon Sect.