Third and last update for today.
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“I slept in your room last night?”
“Then where’s my room?”
“Wait, is there even a place for me to live on Ranmo Peak?”
Yino stopped in his tracks, drawing in a sharp breath as he finally realized the strange feeling he had after waking up last night.
-No wonder the bedding smelled so nice…-
The white-robed woman carefully put away the chess manual and came over to guide Yino:
“If you don’t mind, you can make a bed in the living room.”
With this one sentence, she directly answered two of Yino’s questions.
“Is it appropriate for a single man and woman to be alone on Ranmo Peak?”
The young man’s gaze shifted, his mind once again recalling last night’s beautiful dance.
Yuyan sighed and shook her head.
“You really can’t take a compliment.”
After spending this time together, Yuyan was tired of playing the game of being alarmed at any mention of sex with Yino, because she really couldn’t tell if Yino was deliberately playing dumb or not.
So, dealing with Yino couldn’t be done with normal thinking, otherwise one would be led by the nose by his strange thought processes.
Thinking of this, Yuyan hugged the Frost Chant sword to her chest, her cold eyes showing an imposing aura without anger: “Today, for the sake of the chess manual, I won’t hold it against you. When you wake up, come out and learn swordsmanship with me.”
“Oh.”
Yino not only couldn’t take a compliment, he also didn’t take Yuyan’s lecture to heart.
Rather than caring about Yuyan’s feelings towards him, he was more interested in her mention of learning swordsmanship.
“Wait, you’re going to teach me swordsmanship?”
“What else?”
“You… you’re teaching disciples swordsmanship… not your master?”
“Taking you as a disciple was just a verbal agreement between master and the elders of the Grand Tutor’s Mansion. He’s the leader of the Wuji Sect, busy every day. Did you really think he would have spare time to teach a useless person swordsmanship?”
When talking about her master, Yuyan didn’t have a good expression either, as if all the disciples under the sect leader were living their own lives.
On the other hand, Yino’s expression was also not quite right.
In the game, Yuyan was not a novice guide. She was a female sword immortal who served as a powerful ally. Let alone teaching a useless person like Yino swordsmanship, in the game she didn’t even pay much attention to the protagonist with innate sword dao holy body.
She was basically only responsible for appearing to save disciples when they were in life and death event, or going out to suppress evil spirits on missions for the Wuji Sect.
“Senior Sister, you’re being a bit too nice to me.”
Yino inexplicably felt a bit guilty as he blurted this out.
At these words, confusion and suspicion arose on the beautiful face of the white-robed woman.
She wanted to clarify their relationship again, advising him not to think too much.
But Yuyan opened her mouth, then stopped her instinctive reaction, trying not to follow Yino’s topic.
After some thought, she turned her face away helplessly:
“My sword doesn’t follow the common path.”
“If you don’t have talent and determination, it’s better not to have any hope. Just consider it a reciprocation for you teaching me chess.”
Leaving these words, Yuyan was about to leave.
But the young man behind her unexpectedly blurted out:
“What if I can learn it?”
“…”
Yuyan’s lips twitched slightly. She was really being tormented by him a bit.
She always felt that once Yino started talking, he could go on endlessly, and always about some absurd topics.
“Less talk, more action.”
“If you truly seek guidance and perform excellently, as your senior sister, I naturally won’t let you down.”
Yuyan really wanted some peace and quiet.
Leaving these words of advice, she turned and left, leaving Yino alone.
Yino shrugged. Although he had been despised again, his joyful mood was not affected at all.
-Coming up to Ranmo Peak, I can even learn swordsmanship from Senior Sister~-
-I never thought there could be such a good thing in this world~-
He spread out his bedding from his luggage, lay down in the living room, and hummed a song loud enough for Yuyan to hear.
Only after Yuyan had left Ranmo Peak on her sword did the smile on Yino’s face suddenly stop.
He held up the jade pendant Yuyan had given him above his head, a glint of cunning flashing in his cold eyes—
-Two days from now is the sect entry test.-
-So now, the plot protagonist Chen Jianxin should have already been brought up the mountain by Senior Brother Gu Wanglan.-
-Wanglan, the sword dao senior brother of the Wuji Sect, the behind-the-scenes villain of the first volume in the game…-
-He must covet Jianxin more than I do. Perhaps I can use him to verify whether the protagonist of this world line can actually be killed.-
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“Senior Brother.”
“I’ve only been learning swordsmanship from you for seven days. Can I really pass the sect entry test smoothly?”
On the back mountain of Wuji Peak, a plain-looking young man wore a worried expression, but still endured the sweat as he seriously practiced horse stance.
Behind him, leaning against a tree in the shade, was a tall man with gray hair.
“You’re the genius I Gu Wanglan have chosen. Getting first place in the sect entry test is your duty.”
Wanglan spoke with a somewhat lazy expression.
In the morning sun, his handsome, cold, and androgynous face was half in sunlight and half in shadow under the tree.
“Chen Jianxin, there’s something I must tell you in advance.”
“The first place in the sect entry test has the right to choose their master first.”
“Yesterday, when you were queuing to register at the gate, you should have heard about the reputation of that woman called Yuyan.”
Wanglan spoke calmly, his tone not gentle, his brow showing an authority that couldn’t be refused.
As his words fell, Jianxin hurriedly said sincerely:
“Senior Brother, you are my lifesaver and my guide on the path of swordsmanship. Please rest assured! I, Jianxin, will definitely choose your lineage no matter what place I get!”
“Hehe~ What an understanding child.”
Wanglan smiled with satisfaction, his narrow cold eyes looking at the young man’s naive face becoming increasingly meaningful.
“It seems that day wasn’t wasted saving your life from that witch.”
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“It’s already noon, how long are you going to sleep?”
In front of the elegant residence on Ranmo Peak, the white-robed woman knocked her sword sheath, her brow slightly raised as she stared at the young man still lazily lying on his bedding in the living room.
Yino rubbed his eyes, his face full of laziness:
“I’m a patient, just sleeping a bit more…”
“Nonsense, I already asked Junior Sister Yunjin to heal you last night.”
As soon as Yuyan engaged in conversation with Yino, she always raised her willow-leaf eyebrows, her beautiful eyes showing both disdain and helplessness.
Hearing the words “Junior Sister Yunjin,” Yino immediately became more alert.
This Yunjin, just from her name, was clearly not an ordinary background character.
She was the junior sister who served as the novice guide for the Wuji Sect in the original Fallen Immortal game. Many of Yino’s past memories of the Wuji Sect involved her sweet smile as she introduced and guided.
“Junior Sister Yunjin helped treat me?”
Yino sat up, speaking thoughtfully.
Seeing that he had gotten up, Yuyan turned around, giving Yino some privacy to tidy up his bedding.
“You should remember her. That night at the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, she was the girl who called herself Jin’er.”
“Of course I remember. That night she was almost wrongly accused by that senior brother.”
As they chatted, Yino recalled Yuhe’s face from that night.
Yuyan only paused briefly, but didn’t defend Yuhe, and continued with the main topic:
“Later, I inspected the Grand Tutor’s Mansion again and found some suspicious demonic aura, so your so-called mastermind probably wasn’t made up, and the real culprit definitely couldn’t be Junior Sister Yunjin.”
A moment later, Yino had tidied up his clothes inside the house. He went to the bathroom to wash his face, then followed Yuyan to the courtyard of Ranmo Peak.
“I told you I wasn’t lying.”
“If it really is the work of demons, we can’t rule out the possibility of an infiltrator in the Grand Tutor’s Mansion.”
Talking about the rumors of demons in the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, Yuyan couldn’t help but look serious as she supported her face.
She analyzed seriously, and Yino could only politely respond: “It’s indeed possible.”
There were too many points to criticize; he didn’t know how to answer.
In the world of Fallen Immortal, the demon race and human race were irreconcilable factions. If being a demon was the original sin, then Yino himself was the infiltrator in the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, and so was his aunt Xinyao.
And what’s more absurd is…
Yino could be certain that the real culprit from that night, Jiang Jinyue, was currently infiltrating the Wuji Sect disguised as a junior sister, and no one knew what evil schemes she might be plotting in secret.
Rather than suspecting an infiltrator in the Grand Tutor’s Mansion, Yuyan should actually be more suspicious of whether there was an infiltrator in the Wuji Sect.
After all, Jinyue was an even more troublesome villain than Gu Wanglan.
Before killing the protagonist, Yino didn’t want to provoke her for now. It would be best to play dead and not draw attention, letting her focus on tormenting the protagonist as in the game.
The tables can turn in thirty years.
Once Yino dealt with the inevitable plot kill, he would naturally have ways to properly discipline that vixen Jinyue.
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*Achoo—!*
On the back mountain of the Wuji Sect, the seductive fox girl leaning on a tree branch suddenly shivered.
She rubbed her delicate nose, lifted her jade foot lightly, and narrowed her enchanting eyes to look at the white-haired immortal below the tree.
“You stinky old woman, were you just cursing me in your heart?”
She supported her chin with her hand, questioning in an impatient tone.
The white-haired immortal raised her cold eyebrows slightly, glanced at her, and said impatiently: “Are all you Devil Cult people so narcissistic?”
“Boring, you’re as dull as your junior sister.”
Jinyue dragged her face, thinking to herself how uninteresting it was.
She turned to look at Ranmo Peak in the distance, returning to the original topic:
“So, did Yuyan really bring the seventh young master of the Grand Tutor’s Mansion up to Ranmo Peak yesterday?”
“Mm.” The white-haired immortal leaned against the tree, nodding silently.
“Heh, this is really quite unusual.”
Recalling the handsome young man from that night, Jinyue’s bored enchanting eyes finally showed a hint of interest.
She pondered for a while, then clicked her tongue lightly:
“I really can’t figure it out… That night, how did that He Yino manage to persuade Yuyan not to kill him?”
Lost in thought, she lowered her eyes again to look at the white-haired immortal under the tree.
Jinyue jumped down from the tree with light steps.
“Isn’t tomorrow your Wuji Sect’s entry test?”
“Mm.”
“Then remember to do as I said, have a few disciples give Chen Jianxin a hard time, best if you can find a chance to cripple him…”
The corners of the girl’s lips curved upwards as she casually instructed.
The white-haired immortal’s brow twitched, and she secretly clicked her tongue: “The organization’s mission, I don’t need you to teach me.”
“Alright, alright, putting on that sour face, just as unlikable as your junior sister… Anyway, I’ll leave the child of prophecy to you.” Jinyue waved her hand, not bothering to argue with her.
“What about you?”
Seeing Jinyue about to leave, the immortal called out to stop her.
“Me? I’m going to play with Yino~!”