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    Back mountain.


    “Senior Lin Ling, did you call me here just for this…?”


    Lan Mulian sat in the courtyard, looking at the crystal elbow and three meat buns filled with spirit chicken that Lin Ling had just taken from the Medicinal Cuisine Pavilion, speechless.


    She had thought Lin Ling had summoned her because of Master’s instructions, but now it seemed it was just to treat her to food…?


    Lin Ling took out a piece of paper and wrote: You seem distracted. What happened?


    “Just some minor matters. Don’t worry about it, Senior Lin Ling,” Lan Mulian shook her head, smiling, but she couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.


    She had always cared for her younger sister.


    Lan Mulian and Lan Feiying shared the same mother, but their mother had died of illness shortly after they were born.


    In the cultivation world, there was no such thing as dying from illness. With pills, anyone could be saved.


    But at that time, the former Clan Leader of the Lan family had been attempting to reach the Soul Transformation realm, bound by the shackles of heaven and earth, and ultimately died during his tribulation. The Lan family fell into chaos, splitting into three factions, and Lan Mulian’s father was the leader of one of them.


    Although he eventually became the Clan Leader, he was busy dealing with internal conflicts, and his position wasn’t stable. The safest course of action was to marry the eldest daughter of another faction.


    Lan Mulian’s mother was just an ordinary woman. To avoid conflict with the other faction, she was sent away.


    The frail woman suffered from the cold, and after the Lan Clan Leader’s wife discovered her husband’s affair, she made things difficult for her.


    For her husband’s sake, the woman endured everything silently, even on her deathbed, urging her two daughters not to cause trouble and avoid bringing unnecessary problems to their father.


    Because of this, the two sisters had hated unfaithful men since they were young… Yet, by chance, they both fell in love with the same man.


    Although this man was fickle, Lan Mulian was confident that he wouldn’t abandon her.


    He was a playboy, but he wasn’t irresponsible.


    In the past, she had always given her sister whatever she wanted, but this time… she didn’t want to, but she also didn’t want to create a rift between them because of this. Therefore, her relationship with Mu Zhian was in a delicate state.


    But her sister had seen through her thoughts and even deliberately provoked her.


    Either you take him or I will. It’s your decision, Sister… This was probably what Lan Feiying meant.


    So, for a long time, Lan Mulian had maintained a certain distance from Mu Zhian, but the night before last… she had… taken the initiative.


    Mmm… Although the roles seemed to have reversed, it was indeed her who had initiated it.


    She didn’t regret dual cultivating with Mu Zhian, but her sister clearly didn’t want to give up either… So, Lan Mulian didn’t know how things would develop.


    It seems Feiying knows about what happened between Junior Brother and me. But what is she thinking…? Lan Mulian looked at the rain outside the courtyard, lost in thought.


    Suddenly, she smelled a faint medicinal fragrance. She looked up and saw Lin Ling taking out a smooth, dark pill.


    Lan Mulian hesitated. “Senior Lin Ling, what’s this…?”


    Lin Ling lowered her head and wrote on her board: This is from her.


    Lan Mulian’s eyes flickered, staring at the pill for a long time. “A Nascent Soul Pill… Does Master know my Dao?”


    Since she started cultivating, Lan Mulian’s realm had been stuck at the Nascent Soul realm, but this wasn’t because she hadn’t been cultivating diligently, but because she had chosen a different path from other Eastern Continent cultivators.


    After nine transformations at the Nascent Soul realm, she could skip the Soul Transformation realm and directly reach Dao Integration.


    The rules of heaven and earth limited cultivators to advancing only one realm at a time, from Nascent Soul to Soul Transformation.


    But Lan Mulian’s Dao allowed her to skip the Soul Transformation realm.


    She didn’t even need to resonate with the Heavenly, Earthly, or Humanly Daos to achieve Dao Integration because she would resonate with the Great Dao!


    The Sacred Heavenly Body could see through the essence of all things, even glimpsing the essence of the Great Dao.


    And this Nascent Soul Pill could help her reach the Fourth Transformation of the Nascent Soul realm.


    Lin Ling held up her board again, and messy words appeared: You can meditate here today. I’ll protect you and shield you from heavenly secrets. If nothing unexpected happens, you can refine it in five hours.


    Lan Mulian quickly collected her thoughts and smiled. “Thank you, Senior.”


    …


    That night.


    The rain had stopped. Mu Zhian wandered around the Moon Spirit Hall for a while, making sure no one was around, then slipped into Lan Mulian’s room.


    Knock, knock.


    He knocked gently on the door and whispered, “Senior Sister, can I come in? I want to talk to you. I promise I won’t do anything bad…”


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    “Silence means consent…”


    Mu Zhian pushed the door open and entered the room, seeing the woman in white leaning against the bed, reading by candlelight.


    The candlelight illuminated her moon-white dress, and the beauty mark beneath her right eye added a touch of allure to her face. Her long, curled eyelashes caught the light, and her skin glowed warmly.


    Mu Zhian walked over, draped his white robe over her shoulders, and said softly, “Senior Sister, it’s so late. Why are you still reading? Why aren’t you meditating?”


    Lan Mulian looked up at him indifferently. “What is it?”


    She’s willing to talk to me, which means she’s just pretending to be angry… Mu Zhian was overjoyed. He sat down beside her, smiling. “Nothing. Can’t I just chat with Senior Sister?”


    Lan Mulian hummed in response, ignoring him and continuing to read.


    Mu Zhian sighed softly. “I know you’re still upset about what happened the night before last, but the Jade Empress had just arrived. I couldn’t do anything…”


    “Are you done? If you don’t have anything else to say, please leave,” Lan Mulian said coldly.


    “I’m not leaving. I’ll stay here with you tonight,” Mu Zhian shook his head firmly.


    Lan Mulian scoffed. “You’re not accompanying your Dao Companion, but staying with me late at night? Aren’t you afraid of others getting jealous?”


    Mu Zhian shook his head. “I’ll stay with you tonight, Senior Sister. It doesn’t matter who comes.”


    “I have to… compensate you.”


    He took Lan Mulian’s soft hand.


    Her hand was usually cool, but today, although it was still smooth and soft, it wasn’t cold.


    But Mu Zhian didn’t think much of it. After all, the beauty was right beside him, and she wasn’t resisting.


    He knew what this meant.


    He smoothly embraced Lan Mulian’s waist, looked up at her, and kissed her on the lips.


    Lan Mulian was unusually proactive tonight. After a brief hesitation, she wrapped her arms around the back of Mu Zhian’s head, and he felt like he was falling into a sweet trap she had carefully woven.


    And he willingly fell into it.


    After a moment, they parted. Lan Mulian’s breath was warm on his face, and seeing his heated gaze, a blush colored her cheeks, adding to her allure.


    She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Is this all the compensation you’re offering?”


    Thump, thump.


    Mu Zhian’s heart raced, and his breathing quickened.


    He looked up at the elegant beauty in the white dress.


    Their warm breaths mingled, and he looked into her moist eyes, at her soft lips, and at her beautiful, alluring face.


    Her teasing words were like adding fuel to the fire.


    He suddenly bent down, lifted Lan Mulian into his arms, and carried her towards the bed.


    One of her red embroidered shoes fell to the floor. She glanced at the boy and chuckled softly. “It must be difficult for you, carrying Sister in your current state… You’re surprisingly strong.”


    Mu Zhian looked down at the beauty in his arms, smiling. “You’re not heavy, Senior Sister. How could I not be able to carry you?”


    He gently placed Lan Mulian on the bed, looked down at her, and was about to kiss her when he suddenly heard familiar footsteps approaching.


    Mu Zhian’s heart skipped a beat. Who’s still wandering around at this hour…?


    He extended his consciousness, quickly sensing the owner of the aura.


    I thought it was someone else. It’s just Senior Sister…


    Mu Zhian froze.


    He looked at the cold beauty on the bed, his mind short-circuiting.


    You’re Senior Sister, then who’s the Senior Sister outside…?


    A terrifying thought struck Mu Zhian, and he stared at the woman on the bed, a playful smile on her face.


    He said with difficulty, “Feiying…?”


    At the same time, the footsteps outside finally stopped at the door.