Doomed by Fate, My Sect Urges My Comeback - Chapter 232

Hearing the maid say that Junior Sister often went out at night and returned in the morning, Deng Lin realized that this must have happened countless times before.

Deng Lin had never known this side of Junior Sister.

If Mo Yu hadn’t mentioned it, he might have been kept in the dark forever.

As he made his way to Rong Yichuan’s residence, the cold wind cut across his face, making him feel as if his entire body was being frozen by frost.

The closer he got, the stronger he felt Bai Roujing’s presence.

Flying on his sword, he stopped at a certain distance and took a Breath Concealing Pill to avoid being detected.

He didn’t know why he was spying.

He could have used the excuse of reporting his progress against Mo Yu to Junior Sister Bai to directly confront her.

Yet, he still chose to spy.

His relationship with Senior Brother Rong Yichuan was good; they had shared drinks outside the cave before.

Now, the moonlight shone on the stone table, and the breeze rustled the treetops.

He heard noises from inside.

The woman’s moans of pleasure and the man’s grunts of exertion intertwined.

Deng Lin felt as if he were being buffeted by the cold winds of a thousand meters high.

Through the window, he could clearly see the two people inside, engaged in an intimate act.

It felt like an invisible hand was squeezing his heart. Deng Lin covered his mouth in pain, nearly collapsing.

She was really…

The next day.

Bai Roujing returned to her residence, satisfied.

After a night of dual cultivation, she was on the verge of a breakthrough.

She had entered the Golden Core Phase less than two months ago and was already about to reach the second tier. Such rapid progress would shock anyone if they knew.

The maid said, “Miss, Young Master Deng came to see you last night while you were away.”

Hearing this, Bai Roujing’s heart leaped with joy.

If Deng Lin had returned so quickly after going to assassinate Mo Yu, could it mean he had succeeded? She immediately headed to Deng Lin’s residence.

Deng Lin was sitting cross-legged on the stone table in the courtyard, cultivating. Sunlight poured down on his handsome profile, and Bai Roujing admired him with satisfaction.

Deng Lin had a refined and scholarly appearance, often exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

When she first entered the sect, it was Deng Lin who had shown her much care.

She preferred men with wild and icy dispositions and wasn’t interested in the boy-next-door type.

Thus, after transmigrating, she hadn’t paid much attention to Deng Lin.

If Deng Lin hadn’t sought her out last time, she might never have noticed him.

Now, Deng Lin was at the seventh tier of the Golden Core Phase.

Such cultivation at his age was considered exceptionally talented, especially since Deng Lin was also an excellent alchemist.

Should she just take him today?

Seeing his delicate, fair skin, Bai Roujing felt an itch.

Hearing the noise, Deng Lin emerged from his cultivation state and opened his eyes.

Bai Roujing asked eagerly, “How is Mo Yu? Did you kill her?”

Deng Lin’s hand clenched tightly at his side, but Bai Roujing didn’t notice these details, stepping closer to hear the results.

He stood up and looked at Bai Roujing.

“I found the places she frequents and have people laying in wait nearby. I came to ask about Mo

Yu’s true strength to ensure we can kill her in one strike.”

Although a bit disappointed, Bai Roujing found Deng Lin’s plan meticulous and was pleased.

She smiled charmingly, her seductive demeanor stirred men’s hearts.

But Deng Lin felt only increasing pain.

The Junior Sister he remembered was pure and innocent. How had she become like this? Bai Roujing’s delicate hand brushed against Deng Lin’s cheek suggestively.

“Senior Brother Deng, you know my heart has always been with you. If you can kill Mo Yu, I will speak to Master about our marriage.”

Previously, this would have made Deng Lin’s heart soar.

But now, he felt only coldness.

“Why are you so obsessed with killing Mo Yu?” he couldn’t help but ask.

Bai Roujing’s body was as flexible as a snake, winding around Deng Lin and rubbing against him restlessly.