Chapter 9: So, How Will You Compensate for My Innocence?

“Huff—!”

“Huff—!”

“Huff—!”

Staring at the half-turned doorknob, He Yimo gasped for breath, beads of sweat dripping from his nose to the floor.

In the last second, he seemed to have broken free from the witch’s illusion just in time.

 

Now, He Yimo stood before the changing room door, the second door in the backyard, used for changing and drying off before entering the hot spring pool.

If he turned this doorknob, he would indeed meet the fairy’s gaze in the pool.

He Yimo wasn’t truly a cultivation waste.

He had some cultivation, and even through the door, he could sense with his spiritual awareness that the fairy in the pool had already drawn her sword, her killing intent locked onto his neck.

“Thankfully, I broke free from that damn fox’s illusion at the last second.”

He Yimo felt a sense of relief from narrowly escaping danger.

 

He hadn’t pretended to be a playboy for nothing all these years, secretly purchasing cultivation techniques from the black market to train his demon bloodline.

Without this demon bloodline providing resistance to illusions, turning this doorknob tonight would have been a death sentence!

 

“When I opened the first door, Mo Yuyan only released a warning intent, showing she was already being lenient.”

“I’d better leave quickly while she still has patience, pretending nothing happened!”

With this thought, He Yimo carefully began to release the doorknob.

But at that moment, the doorknob made a crisp snapping sound—

Crack!

“Shit!”

He Yimo was startled, blurting out an expletive.

During the illusion, He Yimo had resisted so hard that the doorknob had already been broken.

 

Now, with such a loud noise, Mo Yuyan in the bath must have heard it!

Whoosh—!

In an instant, He Yimo’s spiritual awareness sensed the sound of a spirit sword being drawn from its sheath behind the door.

 

“Run!”

Without a second thought, He Yimo activated his cultivation and sprinted away.

 

If he could create enough commotion to alert the Grand Tutor’s night guards before Mo Yuyan killed him, she might consider the Grand Tutor’s authority and spare his life.

【——Stop!】

A cold command echoed from the depths of his soul.

 

In that brief moment of stunned consciousness, the extremely cold ice sword with golden holy marks grazed He Yimo’s nose.

The wind howled as the Yinshuang Sword embedded itself in the solid pillar, blocking He Yimo’s path.

An unprecedented pressure swept over him, and He Yimo skidded to a halt on his knees, terrified.

Indeed…

This suffocating pressure was the true embodiment of Mo Yuyan’s original character.

It was unimaginable how patient Mo Yuyan had been with He Yimo during their chess game last night.

Tap, tap, tap…

Bare white feet, wet with water, approached from behind He Yimo.

 

But he didn’t dare turn around, kneeling under the Yinshuang Sword, drenched in sweat, barely breathing.

At some point, the wet footsteps stopped behind him.

 

“So, the offense you mentioned in the bet wasn’t just talk to fool the elders?”

Mo Yuyan finally spoke, but her tone was no longer gentle, her cold eyes like a judge’s.

He Yimo turned around, unsure how to respond.

 

He knew Mo Yuyan was teasing him, and her patience in joking with him meant she wouldn’t really kill him over this.

 

He Yimo understood the logic of calm analysis, but the shadow of the Yinshuang Sword grazing his face left him breathless, unable to speak.

He knelt before the fairy, hands on the floor, taking deep breaths.

 

Once his heartbeat steadied, He Yimo turned to meet Mo Yuyan’s cold gaze.

 

He gathered himself, lips twitching as he spoke—

 

“If I say I was framed, would you believe me?”

Honestly, He Yimo found his own answer quite amusing.

 

Mo Yuyan just stared into his eyes.

She had just come out of the bath, not yet dressed formally, wrapped tightly in a white robe. Though it covered her body, her long black hair was still dripping on the floor.

She raised her hand to recall the Yinshuang Sword from the wall, assuming her classic stance of holding the sword in her arms, looking down at He Yimo.

“There is no third party’s presence here, and there are no traces of framing on you.”

“How can I believe you?”

To He Yimo’s surprise, Mo Yuyan seriously responded.

He thought she’d open with a cold sneer, but she was genuinely considering it.

 

“Because I’m not stupid, and it makes no sense to risk my life for something so foolish.”

“You’re not stupid, just purely lustful.”

Mo Yuyan raised an eyebrow, inexplicably amused.

 

“A gentleman appreciates beauty without being lewd!”

“Are you a gentleman?”

The fairy’s lips curled in a playful smile, watching the boy’s performance with interest.

 

“Sigh…”

He Yimo knew playing the emotional card wouldn’t work, so he switched to factual reasoning: “I was really under an illusion, but the opponent was strong and extremely secretive, so there were no traces left!”

“Do you know my cultivation level?”

 

Mo Yuyan’s tone was calm, her eyes tinged with disdain.

He Yimo knew she was losing patience.

 

But he couldn’t blame Mo Yuyan for her arrogance; after all, she hadn’t cut him down and was patiently talking with him, which was already respectful.

“I’m just a wasteful young master, how would I know?”

“But even so, just because you didn’t find traces of a third party doesn’t rule out the possibility of someone stronger in illusions than you.”

He Yimo could only offer a weak defense.

 

In the original story, the Enchantress Jiang Jinyue wasn’t particularly powerful, but she had exceptional talent in illusions, making her a troublesome villain who left no traces, causing both righteous and demonic factions to hate her.

 

Her actions were illogical, seemingly for fun, using illusions to create endless conflicts for amusement.

Now, with the truth revealed, He Yimo was naturally part of her plan.

If he hadn’t broken free from the illusion, if Mo Yuyan hadn’t been patient and killed him at the first door…

The Grand Tutor’s residence would have undoubtedly severed ties with the Wuji Sect!

Jiang Jinyue’s plan would have succeeded.

“Oh, really.”

“Such a mysterious mastermind?”

Mo Yuyan shrugged, uninterested.

Clearly, she didn’t believe in the illusion master He Yimo described.

 

Even if such a master existed, targeting He Yimo with her power was overkill, and if she truly wanted him dead, he wouldn’t be standing before her now.

Unless…

He Yimo was hiding something.

 

With this thought, Mo Yuyan’s gaze grew more suspicious.

“So, do you have evidence?”

“Not yet…”

“Then how should we handle your intrusion?”

 

Mo Yuyan spoke coldly.

But this time, rather than accusing, she seemed more inclined to mock.

 

He Yimo’s lips twitched:

 

“Handle what? You’re covered so tightly, what could I see?”

“Heh, who knows.”

Mo Yuyan crossed her arms, feigning innocence with a cold snort.

 

“If I really violated your innocence, would I still be alive?”

He Yimo couldn’t help but find Mo Yuyan’s contradiction amusing.

 

But in the next moment, he noticed a deliberate, teasing smile on the fairy’s cold face: “Since you’re not stupid, you should know I’m not debating the truth with you, but discussing the outcome.”

“——?”

Now it was He Yimo’s turn to be confused.

Because of their chess game, He Yimo had a relatively good impression of Mo Yuyan.

He almost forgot…

 

This sword master senior sister, in the later stages of the “Fallen Immortal” original story, was a blood-stained, evil sword fairy with countless corpses under her sword.

If she were truly so gentle and elegant, how could she become so twisted after blackening?

“So, are you threatening me?”

He Yimo finally understood the underlying meaning, asking somewhat confusedly.

 

Mo Yuyan didn’t answer, just stared at him meaningfully, speaking softly:

“Come with me up the mountain tomorrow. I can pretend tonight never happened.”

“What do you want from me?”

“You’re a cultivation waste, no one in the Wuji Sect cares about you, so if you secretly accompany me to play chess, the master shouldn’t be alarmed.”

“So you think I’m stupid? Should I thank you for sparing me?”

 

“You’re not stupid, just a wasteful physique and extremely lustful—but it’s okay, I’m best at disciplining lechers. Believe me, under the Yinshuang Sword’s guidance, you’ll never dare have improper thoughts about me again.”

He Yimo was speechless.

 

But Mo Yuyan wasn’t interested in arguing further. She narrowed her cold eyes, scrutinizing the boy before her.

Just as He Yimo didn’t understand Mo Yuyan’s obsession with Go.

 

Mo Yuyan couldn’t understand why He Yimo was so resistant to going to the Wuji Sect.

 

But as the atmosphere grew cold, with both harboring their own thoughts, a sudden rush of footsteps sounded outside the courtyard—

“Sister Yuyan!!!”

“Senior Sister! Are you alright?”

“Playboy scoundrel! How dare you defile our sect’s senior sister’s purity!”

In seconds, a man in Taoist robes burst in.

 

Following him, several Wuji Sect disciples entered the room, blocking the door, glaring at He Yimo with murderous intent.

 

“This…”

He Yimo turned to Mo Yuyan, shocked and suspicious.

 

He didn’t expect Mo Yuyan to be so cunning, negotiating with a smile while secretly calling reinforcements to frame him.

Now He Yimo was truly caught red-handed.

 

Meanwhile, Mo Yuyan’s fairy face also showed confusion and innocence.

She knew He Yimo suspected her of alerting them, but she couldn’t explain, as she hadn’t called these Wuji Sect disciples.

Mo Yuyan was the sword master senior sister.

Couldn’t she handle such a small matter herself?

Besides, she knew He Yimo hadn’t violated her purity, and her threats were just to make him submit. How could she truly risk her purity to frame him?

Especially not with Wuji Sect disciples watching.

The timing was too coincidental, leaving Mo Yuyan at a loss.

 

【Could it be…】

【He Yimo wasn’t lying.】

【Someone really framed him and then alerted them?】

 

Suddenly, Mo Yuyan recalled He Yimo’s earlier defense.

 

But as she pondered, the leading Taoist man had already drawn his sword, eyes full of hatred as he charged forward—

“Just a wasteful young master of the Grand Tutor’s residence, daring to defile my senior sister’s purity!”

“Scoundrel! You deserve to die!”

He raised his sword high, killing intent aimed at He Yimo.

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