Chapter 10: No Wild Thoughts Allowed

Clang—!

The crisp sound of a sword vibrating echoed throughout the changing room.

Though the sword’s edge was aimed at He Yimo, it ultimately struck the tiled floor beside him.

In a critical moment, Mo Yuyan grabbed his collar, pulling He Yimo back to her side from under the sword.

“Zhong Yuhe, stop fooling around.”

“He Yimo is the seventh son of the Grand Tutor’s residence. If you kill him tonight, tomorrow we’ll all be held accountable here.”

Mo Yuyan sighed, first glancing at He Yimo at her feet, then turning her cold, indifferent gaze to the man with the drawn sword.

Zhong Yuhe, still in a fit of anger, wanted to retort, but meeting Mo Yuyan’s icy eyes, his anger was forced to subside.

No disciple of the Wuji Sect dared to act out in front of Senior Sister Mo Yuyan.

“But Senior Sister…”

“This scoundrel, he peeked at you, your—!”

Zhong Yuhe lowered his head in humiliation, but his gaze at He Yimo was filled with murderous intent.

He Yimo’s face was a mix of awkwardness and tension.

He never imagined that one day, the senior brother who was supposed to be a sycophant to the story’s protagonist would be jealous of him, a mere villainous cannon fodder.

Does this make sense?

In the original story, he and Zhong Yuhe were both downtrodden brothers under the protagonist’s heel!

“He didn’t see anything.”

Mo Yuyan closed her eyes in annoyance, unwilling to explain further.

But as her words fell, He Yimo, half-kneeling behind her, unexpectedly had two streams of nosebleed.

Zhong Yuhe’s eyes widened, pointing at He Yimo, his anger turning to shame.

Meanwhile, Mo Yuyan raised an eyebrow, glancing back at He Yimo, her cold eyes betraying a hint of confusion and frustration.

“Come on, man…”

He Yimo raised his sleeve to cover his nosebleed, facing everyone’s suspicious gaze, his expression was hard to explain.

“I fell earlier, hit my nose, and got a nosebleed. I really didn’t see anything.”

He tried to explain earnestly.

But the veins on Zhong Yuhe’s forehead didn’t diminish in the slightest.

Who would believe that?

Not even Zhong Yuhe, and now even Mo Yuyan’s gaze carried some doubt.

“Senior Sister, we cultivators stand tall and proud, we shouldn’t bow to the Grand Tutor’s authority and swallow our pride!”

Zhong Yuhe advised, frustrated.

It seemed to him that Senior Sister was harassed by He Yimo and was only letting it go due to power.

For a moment, Mo Yuyan felt a headache, which is why she hated the tasks her master assigned her to go down the mountain, and she never wanted to bring so many disciples along.

Before, she might have been bored on her peak, but at least she had peace to cultivate and play chess.

But once down the mountain, trouble and troublesome people came in droves.

“Zhong Yuhe, are you questioning me?”

Her patience finally reached its limit, glaring coldly at Zhong Yuhe.

He dared not speak, and the other disciples lowered their heads in reflection.

“Instead of worrying about things that aren’t your concern…”

“Zhong Yuhe, how did you know He Yimo was here?”

At this, Mo Yuyan narrowed her cold eyes, suspiciously eyeing Zhong Yuhe.

Zhong Yuhe, sweating profusely, confessed honestly: “Senior Sister, I was resting at night, but I heard a disciple knocking, saying the seventh son was assaulting you, so I got up to catch the thief…”

“Who knocked? Who reported it?”

“Uh… I was half-asleep, and when I heard, I quickly dressed to catch the thief.”

“I asked who reported it!”

“I don’t know! It was late, through the door and window, I only remember seeing a junior sister’s shadow, about 1.65 meters tall.”

This time, Zhong Yuhe clasped his hands, kneeling, his eyes sincere.

Mo Yuyan coldly scrutinized his face, but ultimately found no trace of deceit.

She glanced back at He Yimo, as if seeking his opinion.

He Yimo had already stood up, wiped his nosebleed, and shrugged innocently at Mo Yuyan.

“Junior sister?”

Mo Yuyan looked around, her gaze landing on the only junior sister behind Zhong Yuhe who matched the height.

The female disciple immediately knelt, her face full of innocence and fear.

“Senior Sister! Jin’er doesn’t know!”

“Jin’er was also startled awake, heard a thief was attacking you, and followed Brother Yuhe to catch the thief!”

The junior sister looked at Mo Yuyan with tearful eyes.

He Yimo recognized this junior sister’s identity from the original story and whispered to Mo Yuyan, “It’s not her.”

“……”

Mo Yuyan didn’t respond, but her glance back acknowledged He Yimo’s suggestion.

She closed her eyes, regaining her composure:

“Since it’s just a farce, you all leave for now, we’ll discuss this later.”

Mo Yuyan’s patience was limited, and the disciples hurriedly left.

Only Zhong Yuhe lingered:

“Senior Sister, even if he didn’t see anything, sneaking into your backyard at night is definitely suspicious…”

“Zhong Yuhe, you finally said something useful.”

Mo Yuyan narrowed her cold eyes, surprisingly acknowledging Zhong Yuhe.

Meanwhile, she also glanced at He Yimo, her gaze filled with playful intrigue.

He Yimo knew she was about to extort him again.

“So, this matter can’t just be dropped, we can’t let this brazen scoundrel off lightly!”

Zhong Yuhe continued to bark.

But He Yimo was unfazed.

In his past life playing “Fallen Immortal,” he didn’t even have a romance plot with the female protagonist, yet this sycophant senior brother constantly targeted him, as if he wouldn’t allow Mo Yuyan to speak to any man…

In the end, this clown was just a coin drop for the protagonist.

Overall, Zhong Yuhe wasn’t much better off than He Yimo in the original story, both being cannon fodder villains.

So, He Yimo naturally didn’t hold it against him.

He even felt a bit sorry for Zhong Yuhe’s frantic demeanor, like the Enchantress’s whispered words—both were just pitiful creatures fooled by fate.

“As for dealing with He Yimo, I’ll discuss it with the Grand Tutor’s elders tomorrow.”

“Zhong Yuhe, it’s none of your business, step back.”

Mo Yuyan concluded coldly, and though Zhong Yuhe wanted to say more, he could only bow and leave, seething with anger.

Once everyone left, He Yimo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Fairy, for helping me out.”

He cupped his hands in salute, looking at the black-haired fairy wrapped in a robe, his eyes showing gratitude for her trust.

Just like Yuan Xinyao stood by him despite others’ cold stares, Mo Yuyan’s rational analysis of the facts was enough to make He Yimo grateful.

“You don’t need to thank me. Until the real culprit is caught, you can’t clear the suspicion of trying to peek at my bath.”

Mo Yuyan closed her eyes, holding her sword again.

“But Fairy, according to the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty—innocent until proven guilty.”

“You broke into the backyard, entered the changing room, these are solid facts, not suspicions. Besides, who knows if you have other motives?”

Mo Yuyan raised an eyebrow, looking at him playfully.

He Yimo knew he was at fault, so he could only comply, cupping his hands in apology: “Alright, alright, I owe you a favor, thank you for your mercy.”

As he bowed, looking at Mo Yuyan’s wet jade feet under her skirt, his freshly wiped nosebleed inexplicably flowed again.

For a moment, He Yimo felt awkward. Being a guy, he didn’t carry a handkerchief, so he used his sleeve to wipe it.

“Honestly, I’m not sure if you really saw something you shouldn’t have.”

Mo Yuyan’s cold eyes held both suspicion and helplessness as she looked at He Yimo.

But despite her disdain, she casually took a towel from behind and handed it to He Yimo.

“Wipe it off, don’t get blood all over the floor, it’ll be harder to explain.”

“Thanks…”

He Yimo took the towel, pressing it to his nose.

But as he wiped, he caught a faint, familiar fragrance from the towel, reminding him of when he sat with Mo Yuyan for chess last night…

Bang!

Lost in thought, the sword sheath fell from above, hitting He Yimo’s head.

He looked up in pain, finding Mo Yuyan glaring at him with even more disdain, her brows furrowed.

“You really are a pervert, I guess I didn’t misjudged you.”

“To prevent wild thoughts, let me tell you—I’ve never used that towel, I just cooled it with spiritual energy for your nosebleed.”