Chapter 108: If You Have No Kinks, Why Stare at My Legs?

“You’re saying… he answered me while chatting mentally with you?”
Shangguan Qiuya’s eyes widened, her composure shattered.

Baizi, born with telepathy, was her last resort—the key to unraveling He Yimo’s secrets. That’s why she’d released him after regaining control.
Yet… even Baizi was part of his calculation?!

Worse, he flawlessly maintained his verbal responses while conversing silently with Baizi.
Such terrifying intellect!

“Um… Brother He Yimo knows Baizi’s name… and what I like to eat…”

“He said… if he has time, he’ll take Baizi to Cangyuan Forest to catch wild chickens…”
The young dragoness sat docilely, head bowed, her cheeks flushed yet eyes shining with genuine longing.

Shangguan Qiuya stared, stunned—He Yimo knew Baizi’s preferences intimately.
This went beyond simple knowledge; he understood her better than Shangguan Qiuya did!

“Baizi… have you met him before?”
“No…”
“If you don’t know him, why call him ‘Brother He Yimo’?”

“He told me to…”
“Wait—how did he know your identity if you’ve never met?”

“I don’t know…”
“Wait! How did he know you can read minds?!”
“I don’t know…”

“No! Wait one more thing! How did he learn my surname is Shangguan? The Sect Master only called me ‘Qiuya’ this entire time!”
Three rapid questions left Baizi dumbfounded and Shangguan Qiuya reeling.

Am I being played? From investigating Chen Jianxin’s death to fixating on He Yimo… it felt like stepping into a maze with no exit.
Yet the enigma stood before her—could she truly turn a blind eye?

“Baizi doesn’t really know… but Brother He Yimo said he’d take me to catch wild chickens…”

The little dragoness pouted, fixated on the chickens, not Shangguan Qiuya’s concerns.

Seeing her so guileless, Shangguan Qiuya pinched her forehead.
She sighed, gripping Baizi’s shoulders:
“Baizi, that man isn’t to be trusted. Don’t be charmed by sweet talk. If you want to catch chickens, I’ll take you myself another day, okay?”
“But… last time you promised to take me down the mountain and didn’t…”

“Because I was busy. I promise, next time!”
“Okay…”
Baizi nodded obediently.

Though Shangguan Qiuya couldn’t hear her thoughts, Baizi could hear hers—and heard the guilt beneath the firm tone.
The little dragoness simply lowered her eyes, silent.

After soothing Baizi, Shangguan Qiuya fell into thought.
An eerie realization dawned on her:
“Wait… You can read minds, He can’t! How is he chatting with you if only you hear his thoughts?”

“I don’t know… but he kept talking to me, like he could hear what I was thinking too…”
Baizi pouted, distracted, glancing at a cricket in the corner.

Shangguan Qiuya’s head throbbed. This was the strangest case of her career—He Yimo radiated unnaturalness, more sinister than any cultist!

“Could he read minds too?”
“Gulp…”
Baizi’s voice faded, her dragon eyes locked on the cricket.
Suddenly, the desk trembled.

Thump!
Shangguan Qiuya turned—Baizi, usually poised, had bolted to the wall.
“Baizi! What’s gotten into you?! You ruined your new clothes!”
“Sister, look!”

The dragoness held up the cricket, beaming with pride at her catch.
But at Shangguan Qiuya’s exasperated glare, her excitement faded. She bowed her head.
“Sorry, Baizi… you’ll wash your own clothes tonight…”

“Never mind. This is silk—forbidden to wash. I’ll have the servants handle it.”
“…”
Unnoticed, Baizi swallowed the cricket whole.

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Outside the Mountain God Temple

“Shangguan Qiuya’s interrogation tactics haven’t changed at all.”

Escaping her grasp, He Yimo breathed a sigh of relief, lighter than air.

In Fallen Immortal, Shangguan Qiuya had tormented him relentlessly.
He’d always wondered: why did she see through his flawless lies?

Later, he realized the culprit was the seemingly harmless dragoness always by her side—Baizi, the true Innate Mind-Reading Saint Physique. More specialized than Jiang Jinyou’s illusions.

Jiang Jinyou couldn’t read minds—her illusions only eroded willpower.

Baizi? She listened to thoughts 24/7 without exhausting spiritual energy.
A terrifying asset for Shangguan Qiuya… but a burden for a child.

Forced to see the world’s true face too young—feared by authorities yet bound to the Imperial court, a tool for trials.
Though her fate wasn’t stated in the original game, He Yimo knew such beautiful, uniquely gifted characters met tragic or insane ends.

Imagine a child hearing criminals’ darkest thoughts daily.

No wonder Baizi acted childlike—her “dullness” might be self-preservation. Wisdom would only amplify her pain.
“Poor thing…”

“I should free her and let her keep Wangxue company.”
He smiled, feeling oddly virtuous.

His golden Saint Mark glowed faintly. Even rebellious Wangxue agreed.

“Next victim in the original story… one more tragic than Baizi.”
He recalled a pale-legged, loli-esque figure with a suggestive design.

Wuji Sect, Back Mountain Entrance

“How did it go with that woman?”
Mo Yuyan waited until sunset.

He Yimo’s summons to the Imperial Alliance had worried her deeply. During their energy transfer, she’d sensed “unorthodox” energy fluctuations within him.
Connecting the dots—He Yimo’s identity, the Grand Tutor’s mansion—she feared he’d be exposed.

But his cheerful expression eased her fears.

“Senior Sister, I stand upright—shadows can’t bend me. Officer Shangguan’s keen eyes will prove my innocence!”
He Yimo’s tone dripped sarcasm Mo Yuyan couldn’t detect.

Under the setting sun, she nodded thoughtfully:
“That’s true. Aside from your… fascination with my legs and lecherous habits… you do have principles.”
“Wait… When did I become a pervert in your eyes?!”

He Yimo stopped dead.

Mo Yuyan arched a delicate eyebrow:
“If you had no kinks, why do you watch my legs daily? Even in sleep, your hands wander toward them?”
“Because…”
He hesitated. I only see your legs because you hide everything else! If you showed your chest—

But Mo Yuyan’s earnest gaze silenced him.

“Fine… call it a kink.”
He Yimo surrendered silently.

Mo Yuyan studied him, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

“Now, for important matters.”
“You’ve reached Golden Core, but’ve been in Wuji Sect only a month. You should know our hierarchy:
Linjun Pavilion, Linxian Pavilion, and Taishang Peak .

Taishang Peak is for Elders. Linxian Pavilion holds masters like me (Sword Chief), the Array Master, Spirit Cultivation Master, etc.
Linjun Pavilion? No talent test—Golden Core entry. Once you join, you’re a true disciple, capable of standing alone.”

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