Chapter 15: Something You’ll Like

“As expected of the Sword Master Senior Sister, even the Sect Master doesn’t seem to faze her.”

Sitting in the carriage, He Yimo glanced at the cold expression of the white-clad fairy opposite him, feeling the weight on his shoulders grow heavier.

He had a growing suspicion that Mo Yuyan’s usual cold and elegant demeanor was a facade. Her earlier rebellious smirk seemed to reveal her true nature, which explained why she became so unhinged after her blackening in the original story.

And it wasn’t just Mo Yuyan acting strange today—his aunt, Yuan Xinyao, had been acting odd as well.

First, she gave He Yimo a strange bottle of paper cranes.

If not for his memories from his past life, He Yimo might have thought she was just trying to comfort him.

But this was the world of Fallen Immortal, where even the most insignificant clues could be important foreshadowing.

What’s more, He Yimo already knew Yuan Xinyao’s hidden identity as a Western Region demon messenger. The West State City she mentioned happened to be on the border between the Great Xia Dynasty and the Western Regions, which hinted at some deeper connection.

If Yuan Xinyao said she had a friend there, it was likely true—and possibly a demon NPC from the original Fallen Immortal story!

And then there was the other gift Yuan Xinyao gave him.

To be honest, He Yimo wasn’t sure if she had stolen a kiss from him.

Before he left, she had asked him to close his eyes and open his mouth. Then, using some method, she placed a pill into his mouth…

He Yimo felt some warm and moist contact but didn’t dare peek. He could only imagine how she delivered the pill.

After swallowing it, He Yimo felt a strange heat spreading through his body, as if some dormant power in his dantian was awakening and coursing through him.

This was why his face had been red ever since.

He guessed that his aunt had fed him some kind of pill to activate his demon bloodline, ensuring he could succeed in the sect and avoid being bullied.

But that was just speculation.

For now, sitting in Mo Yuyan’s carriage, He Yimo had no chance to test the pill’s effects. He planned to examine his meridians once he settled into the Wuji Sect.

Looking back on everything, it seemed like both Mo Yuyan and Yuan Xinyao had their own secrets. In contrast, Jiang Jinyue was the one who stayed true to her original character—a troublesome fox who needed discipline.

He Yimo hadn’t forgotten the grudge of being trapped in her illusion last night.

He planned to deal with her later.

Once he eliminated the protagonist at the Wuji Sect, He Yimo could reveal Jiang Jinyue’s identity as an undercover spy to Mo Yuyan and the elders.

When they set up an inescapable trap for her, He Yimo would relish seeing Jiang Jinyue’s confused expression when she got caught!

“Is your inner world always this lively?”

Mo Yuyan’s sudden voice interrupted He Yimo’s revenge fantasies.

He inhaled sharply and looked up at her. “You’re not seriously reading my mind, are you?”

“Of course not. I’m not a fox demon.”

Mo Yuyan waved dismissively, turning her face to look out the carriage window. “I just noticed how quiet you’ve been but saw how focused your gaze was on my feet… so I guessed you weren’t spacing out but deep in thought.”

“Wait, everything you said is true except for that feet part! I was looking at the floor, not your feet!”

He Yimo protested, hastily averting his gaze from her silver high heels peeking out from under her skirt.

Mo Yuyan didn’t argue. She rested her chin on one hand, tilting her head slightly as she observed him. “Really? I was starting to worry that aside from peeking at baths and enjoying dances, you’d developed another perv hobby.”

“Senior Sister, you really know how to joke.” A small bead of sweat rolled down He Yimo’s cheek.

Mo Yuyan chuckled softly. “Don’t be so nervous. While you might be a bit lustful, your gaze doesn’t disgust me. That’s why I’m willing to take you up the mountain.”

“That’s because I wasn’t lusting at all! I was just thinking about life! You’re sitting right across from me; naturally, parts of your body will occasionally be in my line of sight!”

He Yimo felt utterly helpless trying to explain himself.

Mo Yuyan always found subtle ways to tease him.

If he truly hadn’t been looking, he wouldn’t feel guilty. But her skeptical gaze always made him second-guess himself.

What could he do? She was just too beautiful.

And…

What really caught He Yimo’s attention was that Mo Yuyan actually wore silver high heels under her white fairy dress—just like in the game illustrations. They looked stunning but seemed impractical for a sword cultivator.

“Alright, stop staring at me.”

Mo Yuyan sighed and turned back to the window. “Look at the scenery instead. We’ve arrived at Wuji Peak.”

She introduced it casually. Though they had bickered along the way, Mo Yuyan’s mood remained calm. She wasn’t genuinely angry; she simply found He Yimo’s flustered reactions amusing.

He Yimo looked out the window and saw a winding range of peaks surrounded by a sea of clouds.

At the base of Wuji Peak stood a massive gate.

Outside the gate, a dense crowd lined up orderly along the steps.

Fortunately, Mo Yuyan’s carriage could fly, so they didn’t have to queue. From above, they could overlook the grand scene at the sect’s entrance.

“Are they here for entry exams?”

“They’re mortal cultivators registering for entry. The exams are in three days.”

Mo Yuyan answered calmly.

As their celestial carriage flew over the crowd, countless mortal cultivators looked up in awe, their gazes filled with envy as they spotted Mo Yuyan and He Yimo.

Though He Yimo couldn’t hear what they were saying, his experience playing as a “protagonist” in his past life gave him a good idea—they were likely gossiping about the Sword Master Senior Sister and the Grand Tutor’s seventh son.

If He Yimo guessed correctly, the protagonist Chen Jianxin was probably hidden among this crowd right now, silently listening to rumors about Mo Yuyan while casting strange looks at He Yimo in the carriage above.

“Tsk tsk…”

“It’s a shame I didn’t reincarnate as the protagonist. I could practically recite all these face-slapping treasure-hunting plotlines backward.”

As a veteran player from his past life, He Yimo could only lean against the window with a sense of powerlessness.

Mo Yuyan noticed his odd expression and explained:

“Don’t worry. You’ve already been accepted as the Sect Master’s disciple and my junior brother. You don’t need to take the entry exams.”

“Yeah, having privileges is great.”

He Yimo muttered sarcastically but felt no joy.

Now wasn’t the time to celebrate prematurely. He was still strategizing how to eliminate Chen Jianxin. Coming to Wuji Sect meant stepping into a battlefield where blood would inevitably be shed.

Mo Yuyan studied him but said nothing more.

Moments later, their carriage landed at the base of Dye Ink Peak.

“We’re here.”

“This is Dye Ink Peak—my main peak and your temporary residence.”

Mo Yuyan stepped off the carriage and waved for the two celestial cranes pulling it to leave on their own.

Though called a carriage, it was actually pulled by two celestial cranes soaring through the skies.

“Why aren’t we stopping at the summit?”

Following behind her, He Yimo gazed up at the towering peak piercing through the clouds with trepidation.

The white-clad fairy summoned her sword with a wave of her hand. Instead of explaining, she turned back with a meaningful look: “Do you know how to fly with a sword?”

“No.”

“Then climb up. I’ll wait for you at the summit.”

“What? This peak is 2,700 meters tall! How long will it take me to climb?” He Yimo stared at her in disbelief.

But Mo Yuyan blinked in surprise: “You actually know my peak’s height? Maybe you’re not as ignorant as I thought.”

“Wait—how is that relevant?”

“A grown man can’t even conquer a small mountain but dreams of making me willingly dance for him?”

Her cold eyes glinted mischievously as her lips curled into a teasing smile. Though her gaze lacked disdain this time, it carried an undeniable playfulness.

That smile felt like a direct challenge to He Yimo’s dignity.

He should’ve known Mo Yuyan wouldn’t be so kind. Even in the original story, she put the protagonist through rigorous training despite his innate sword saint physique.

But unlike her stern demeanor in the original story, this version of Mo Yuyan seemed to enjoy teasing him with cold amusement.

What wicked taste…

She truly wasn’t a good woman!

“If you’re scared, you can always give up.”

Mo Yuyan sighed dramatically as if disappointed.

But then her cold eyes narrowed slightly as she shrugged: “But if you can’t even climb one mountain, you don’t deserve to be my junior brother.”

“If I don’t want you anymore, there’ll be no place for you in Wuji Sect.”

“You could always go back to complain at the Grand Tutor’s residence—but only if you can walk 3,000 miles home.”

Her words left He Yimo pale-faced.

The Wuji Sect was at least 3,000 miles from the Grand Tutor’s residence. She had lured him into this remote wilderness without even leaving him a carriage—how could he possibly walk back?

From the start, he never had a choice!

Realizing this made He Yimo inwardly curse her cunningness. Whatever goodwill he had left for Mo Yuyan evaporated completely.

“Fine! I’ll meet you at the summit.”

He sighed in defeat, feigning compliance.

His plan was simple: once Mo Yuyan left, he’d use his Foundation Establishment cultivation to scale the mountain with lightfoot techniques instead of climbing stairs—no way he’d exhaust himself otherwise!

“If you reach the summit before sunset, I’ll give you a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

“Heh… something you’ll like.”

Before leaving, Mo Yuyan turned back with a mysterious smirk.

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