The east wing is filled with pleasure, while the west wing remains sleepless!

She quickly checked carefully, and indeed, within her Divine Soul, there was a faint, almost imperceptible trace of Qi.

"To ensure my safety," Lin Yuan continued unhurriedly, "from today onwards, you will stay in my courtyard and serve as a sweeping servant."

"You… how dare you!" Su Qinghan trembled with rage.

"If your mother dares to come, just try it. My death is of no consequence, but with a precious daughter like you to be buried with me, I presume she will think twice. Don't even think about escaping; with just a thought from me, the God-Sealing Technique will activate, and your Divine Soul will shatter, leading to your demise."

"You're dreaming! I'd rather have my Divine Soul shattered than let you live!" Su Qinghan's eyes were bloodshot, looking utterly insane.

Lin Yuan sighed softly and waved his hand at Han Shuang, who was standing beside him: "Shuanger, you may withdraw first. It seems I need to properly teach this newcomer how to behave."

Han Shuang's cheeks flushed slightly. She acknowledged with a sound, bowed, then quickly retreated from the room with her head lowered, closing the door behind her.

Lin Yuan stood up and walked towards Su Qinghan step by step.

His shadow, elongated by the candlelight, completely enveloped Su Qinghan.

"You… what do you want to do?" Su Qinghan's voice finally held a trace of tremor and fear.

Lin Yuan stopped in front of her, leaned down, and whispered with a light chuckle in her ear: "What do you think I want to do… don't forget, you and I are husband and wife who have bowed to heaven and earth."

"Ah… stay away from me… please…" Su Qinghan completely broke down.

She closed her eyes, struggling desperately, unaware that the ropes were cutting into her flesh, as two streams of clear tears flowed from the corners of her tightly shut eyes.

Her body was tense and trembling, her heart filled with extreme nervousness and fear.

However, the anticipated violation did not come.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, with only her own heavy breathing and heartbeat.

She trembled and slowly opened her tear-blurred eyes, only to see that Lin Yuan had, at some point, returned to his original spot, leisurely holding a teacup and watching her with an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Scared?"

"You…" Su Qinghan knew she had been played by this old man. Humiliation, anger, lingering fear… all sorts of emotions intertwined.

There was also a hint of disappointment that she herself hadn't noticed.

"Alright, you can stay here tonight."

Given that Su Qinghan has such a powerful mother, her status within the Misty Immortal Sect must be extraordinary.

To be captured by Xue Linglong and taken to the Yin Corpse Sect, forced to marry and enter the bridal chamber with someone like him, who was practically on his deathbed—anyone in her shoes would find it unbearable.

But Lin Yuan was also a victim, and this Su Qinghan even wanted to kill him to silence him.

Lin Yuan was merely protecting himself. As the saying goes, being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself.

If he really let Su Qinghan go, when Yue Qingyao came knocking, it would be he who died. So, she was Lin Yuan's protective charm.

"You… what will it take for you to let me go?"

Lin Yuan shook his head, his gaze profound.

"There was no enmity between us to begin with. What happened back then was also not my desire."

"But you tried to kill me first, and the seed of enmity has already been sown."

"For the sake of my own life, you should rest assured and stay in my small courtyard for now."

He changed the subject, his tone softening slightly.

"Don't worry, I, this old man, am not one of those perverse Demonic Path cultivators who flay skin and extract souls. As long as you behave yourself, you'll naturally be well-fed and well-cared for; I won't harm a single hair on your head."

"However, if you try to cause trouble, then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Hearing this, Su Qinghan's tense body relaxed slightly, and her heart settled down a bit.

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately put on a pitiful expression.

"Then can you untie me first? Also, I must send a message to my mother to let her know I'm safe. If she thinks something bad has happened to me, she might come here in a rage, and then… then you'll be in danger…"

Her words were reasonable, as if she was thinking of Lin Yuan's well-being in every way.

Lin Yuan's lips curved into a half-smile. He didn't answer, but slowly raised a finger and gently pointed.

A small, thumb-sized crimson flame appeared out of thin air at his fingertip, radiating astonishing heat.

The flame left his hand like a nimble moth, precisely darting towards the ropes on Su Qinghan's body.

"Ah!"

Su Qinghan was so frightened that her face turned pale. She instinctively closed her eyes and screamed, thinking she was about to be burned alive.

However, the anticipated searing pain did not come.

Only a wave of heat brushed past, and her body suddenly felt loose.

She opened her eyes, filled with doubt and surprise, only to see that the tough, specially made ropes had already turned into a wisp of ash under the licking flames, scattering without a trace.

And her clothes, surprisingly, didn't even have a single scorch mark.

This effortless control over spiritual power sent a chill down her spine, giving her a new understanding of this old man's strength.

"Untying you is fine."

Lin Yuan's voice drifted over.

"As for sending messages, there's no need. If your mother truly comes looking, your life will be my only way out."

"There's an empty room in the West Wing; find one and settle in."

After speaking, Lin Yuan walked towards his own bedroom in the East Wing with his hands behind his back, without looking back, as if he had just done a trivial matter.

The night wind was bleak. Su Qinghan stood still, stretching her numb hands and feet, watching Lin Yuan's departing back.

For some reason, being tied up, she had a very strange feeling.

The Yin Corpse Sect was full of dangers. Her magic power was sealed, her Storage Pouch was taken, and a malicious Restriction had been planted in her Divine Soul.

She wasn't stupid; as long as she wanted to live, she absolutely could not step half a foot out of this small courtyard… Lin Yuan pushed open the door to his bedroom, and a faint, sweet scent of bathing wafted towards him.

Han Shuang had already changed into a light, sheer gauze dress, kneeling by the bed. Her youthful cheeks had a touching blush. Seeing Lin Yuan enter, she quickly rose and bowed.

"Immortal Master… there are still a few places in the cultivation of the Golden Body Art that I don't quite understand. Could you… please guide me more deeply…"

Her voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with shyness and anticipation.

"Good, good, good… I will guide you well on how to quickly Cultivate this Golden Body Art!"

Lin Yuan laughed loudly and closed the door behind him… Meanwhile, in the West Wing.

A mixed scent of mold and dust assailed her, making Su Qinghan, who had been pampered since childhood, wrinkle her delicate brows.

The room was filled with piled-up雜物 and covered in cobwebs, clearly abandoned for a long time.

She suppressed her discomfort and began to clean.

But the soundproofing of this dilapidated house was incredibly poor.

Inside the East Wing, Lin Yuan's robust "guidance" voice, mixed with Han Shuang's suppressed moans, seeped through the wall, clearly reaching her ears.

"Bah! Shameless old scoundrel!"

Su Qinghan's pretty face turned crimson, whether from anger or shame, she cursed in a low voice, venting all her humiliation and rage into her cleaning, her movements becoming increasingly violent.

Just then.

A shadow behind her began to undulate without warning, rippling gently like water.

A figure silently emerged from it.

The newcomer had a graceful figure and exquisite beauty, but her face was morbidly pale, and her aura was somewhat chaotic, clearly indicating a not-insignificant internal injury.

A chill ran down Su Qinghan's spine, and she spun around sharply.

The moment she clearly saw the newcomer's face, all her grievances, anger, and fear erupted at once, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Mother!"