Chapter 92: Going Home with Senior Sister

The forest was filled with the glow of lanterns and noise. He Yimo felt the small steamed buns pressed against his back, and as the dagger extended, he tilted his head back slightly, mentally preparing himself for the situation. After all, He Yimo knew that if Jiang Jinyue really wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t have lived to see this day.

“Benefactor~ How does it feel to have the Innate Sword Saint Physique?” Jiang Jinyue asked with a smile, her charming eyes gleaming mischievously. She lightly flicked the dagger against He Yimo’s face, not as a threat but more for playful teasing.

“So, you’ve been watching the whole thing from the tree all along?” He Yimo sighed, feeling a headache coming on. He had calculated everything, from Chen Jianxin and Gu Wanglan’s fates to Mo Yuyan’s withdrawal due to injuries, but he had overlooked this troublesome little fox spirit from the original story.

“Of course. I not only saw how you stole Chen Jianxin’s Sword Saint Physique, but I also saw how you drove Gu Wanglan step by step into the abyss…” Jiang Jinyue recounted everything in detail. Halfway through, she snorted, pouting in annoyance as she glared at He Yimo. “I even saw you leaving my fur at the crime scene after doing your dirty work!”

“Gu Wanglan was right about you back then! He Yimo, you jerk! How many strands of my fur did you pluck from me at the mountain god temple? How many more places are you going to plant my fur to frame me?!” The more Jiang Jinyue thought about it, the angrier she became. She was always the one framing others, but now He Yimo had repeatedly framed her!

“Arf!” Unable to contain her anger, Jiang Jinyue bared her teeth and bit He Yimo’s shoulder.

He Yimo felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, but he couldn’t help but find the situation absurd. He hadn’t expected that all the little tricks he’d been using to secretly sabotage Jiang Jinyue would one day be caught by the person herself!

“He Yimo! Were you just laughing?!”

“You two-faced, scheming hypocrite! You can only deceive fools like Yun Jin and Wangxue!” Seeing He Yimo trying to hold back his smile, Jiang Jinyue couldn’t resist biting his neck again.

However, despite the playfulness, Jiang Jinyue wasn’t really biting him hard, leaving only a row of small teeth marks on his shoulder. She clung to him, biting his shoulder, and the two of them tussled in the depths of the forest.

After a while, Jiang Jinyue wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and looked up at the boy whose neck she was hugging—

“I mean, why aren’t you afraid of me at all?”

She put away her playful demeanor and spoke seriously. At the same time, she placed the dagger under He Yimo’s chin again, making sure he understood that the weapon could take his life at any moment.

“If you really wanted to kill me out of anger, what good would fear do me?”

He Yimo replied nonchalantly.

He saw that the searching cultivators were approaching, so he carried Jiang Jinyue on his back and hid in a roadside bush.

As several torch-bearing cultivators passed by, Jiang Jinyue also used her illusion to conceal their presence.

For a few minutes, they lay in the grass together, holding their breaths, their bodies pressed tightly together in the cramped space.

After a long while, once the footsteps had faded, Jiang Jinyue finally relaxed, her face flushed from the tense atmosphere.

“So, you recognized my identity from the very beginning?”

She sheathed her dagger and rolled over, her petite figure straddling He Yimo.

He Yimo lay in the grass, looking up at the charming fox girl’s blushing face, and nodded silently.

“Tell me, who am I?”

“Western Region, the Demoness Tea Party…” He Yimo recalled the original story and calmly replied.

But Jiang Jinyue’s eyes flashed with a strange light.

She bit her lip nervously, staring at He Yimo’s face: “Then which demoness do you think I am?”

“Delight.” He Yimo answered without hesitation.

“…”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinyue froze for a moment.

A drop of sweat trickled down her cheek, but she eventually smiled and pinched the boy’s cheek with pride—

“How clever! How did you know that?”

“Wasn’t it obvious…”

He Yimo frowned at her condescending tone.

But Jiang Jinyue sighed in relief and pinched his cheeks even more proudly.

“So, on that night at the Grand Tutor’s mansion, you realized I was the Demoness of Delight, and that’s why you’ve resented me ever since we arrived at Wuji Sect?”

“Yeah.”

As more and more of their past secrets were revealed, He Yimo resigned himself to fate, nodding repeatedly under the fox girl’s straddle.

For the next part of their conversation, Jiang Jinyue practically went through all their interactions, comparing notes. By the end, she looked at the boy beneath her with renewed respect. She had underestimated him, but she had underestimated how much she had underestimated him!

This was too entertaining! The joy He Yimo brought far surpassed that of countless Chen Jianxins. Jiang Jinyue was no longer disappointed; instead, she was getting more and more excited! Although her plan to disrupt the organization’s mission had failed, she never expected the killer of Chen Jianxin to be He Yimo, this dark horse! Tonight’s twists and turns were the most thrilling episode she had witnessed in her years of watching drama!

At the same time, He Yimo seized the opportunity to ask, “Then why are you here?”

“Me?”

Jiang Jinyue’s enchanting eyes blinked in surprise.

Thinking of the task given by the Celestial Teacher and the prophecy of that organization, she smiled mysteriously. “You even know that Chen Jianxin is the Child of Prophecy. Don’t you realize why I’m here?”

“Are you also here to kill Chen Jianxin?” He Yimo recalled the original story and tentatively asked.

But this made Jiang Jinyue laugh.

“It seems you know quite a lot. Then do you know who sent me to kill Chen Jianxin?”

“Testing me again?”

He Yimo couldn’t help but feel irritated by the little fox’s seemingly sweet yet cunning smile. She had always been this eccentric, just like in the original story, a character he could never understand. He Yimo only knew that Jiang Jinyue was a somewhat mentally unstable antagonist. Early on, she tried to lead the protagonist to his death by Gu Wanglan, but sometimes she saved the protagonist at critical moments, only to later reveal her demoness identity and imprison him…

Her actions throughout the story seemed to be related only to some “prophecy” and “organization.” But the more outrageous problem was that in his previous life, He Yimo had died of a sudden heart attack before the 4.0 version of “Fallen Immortal” was released. How could he know all these messy details about the original world?

“What if I am testing you?”

At some point, Jiang Jinyue snorted, crossing her arms confidently—

“Tonight, I caught you red-handed! I have all your dirty secrets!”

“If Benefactor doesn’t want Mo Yuyan to receive an anonymous letter tomorrow, Benefactor had better confess everything Benefactor knows now~”

At the end, the girl’s smile revealed her little fangs, perfectly matching the cunning image of a fox demon.

Every time He Yimo saw her mischievous expression, he couldn’t help but clench his fists, wanting to make her suffer, tie her up, and teach her a lesson!

“Ha—”

“Angry? Regretting it now?”

Jiang Jinyue’s smile grew more and more triumphant as she practically lay on He Yimo’s chest, wagging her tail and poking his nose with her slender finger teasingly.

He Yimo took a deep breath, thoroughly tormented by her.

“If you send a letter to Mo Yuyan, I’ll make sure to send a detailed account of the Demoness of Delight’s crimes to all the major sects’ elders and even the immortal officials of the Great Xia Dynasty.”

“—?”

Instantly, the teasing smile on Jiang Jinyue’s face vanished.

She narrowed her enchanting eyes and leaned down to stare at He Yimo’s face, so close they were almost kissing.

After a long stare, Jiang Jinyue huffed and sat up, pretending not to care:

“Boasting. At most, you can only make my life difficult in Wuji Sect. Do you think you know about my past identities and deeds in other places?”

“How would I not know?”

Her indifference was matched by He Yimo’s shrug.

Jiang Jinyue puffed her cheeks and huffed defiantly:

“Then tell me one.”

“The Sword Rampart Sect, the False Void Holy Maiden’s cultivation was crippled—”

Before He Yimo could finish, Jiang Jinyue quickly covered his mouth.

Her peach blossom eyes no longer held pride, only shock as the blood-colored runes in her pupils seemed to tremble.

Jiang Jinyue tried to use illusions to probe He Yimo’s memories, but after a while, she suddenly felt a stabbing pain, closing her eyes and moaning in discomfort.

Below her, He Yimo continued to look at her expressionlessly.

“See, getting impatient again.”

He smiled, the golden saint mark on the back of his hand glowing faintly, as if he had been prepared all along.

Jiang Jinyue’s eyes hurt too much to respond to He Yimo.

However, He Yimo soon used the natural power of his right hand to heal her eye fatigue—

“I saved you again. Now you owe me two lives.”

“Why ‘again’?”

Jiang Jinyue blinked, feeling a bit wronged despite her defiant pout, her fox-like peach blossom eyes still unwilling to admit defeat.

He Yimo shrugged and revealed the dagger hidden in his left sleeve. “If I had taken advantage of the situation earlier, you’d probably be down by now.”

“With just a dagger? You underestimate me too much—”

Jiang Jinyue crossed her arms, still huffing in defiance, but before she could finish, she noticed the strange, sticky pink-purple liquid on He Yimo’s dagger.

“You! You even poisoned it! I didn’t even plan to poison you!”

For a moment, Jiang Jinyue once again reevaluated her perception of villains in light of He Yimo. She even felt that she was too kind; if it were He Yimo, she would have been knocked out long ago.

“What poison is this?”

“I don’t know, it looks so weird… You! Get that thing away from me! What if it gets on me by accident?!”

He Yimo asked while bringing the dagger close to Jiang Jinyue’s face, scaring her so much that her face turned pale and she backed away, her fox tails standing on end.

Seeing the little fox finally cowed, He Yimo smirked and put the dagger away.

“It’s a neurostimulant that expands your spiritual veins.”

He said casually, then seemed to think of something and shifted his gaze from Jiang Jinyue’s face downward, landing on her bare, white feet under her red skirt.

“But you’ve already experienced its effects when you applied it to your feet that night at the mountain god temple.”

“He Yimo! So that night you did put some weird medicine on my feet! No wonder they felt so itchy and sensitive after you played with them!”

Jiang Jinyue looked at He Yimo as if he were a pervert, quickly sitting up and glaring at him with resentment and resistance.

But before she could recover, He Yimo suddenly grabbed her leg and pulled her down into the grass again—

…

“It’s so strange!”

“Senior Sister Mo said Gu Wanglan defected, but the back mountain is sealed, and we can’t find Gu Wanglan anywhere!”

“I heard from the cultivators who searched the east that Gu Wanglan’s tracks led to a cliff over there!”

“Did he jump to his death? No wonder we can’t find him!”

“Forget it, don’t worry about it. Senior Sister Mo also mentioned that her junior brother was searching the mountain with us. Has anyone seen a young disciple?”

“No? What young disciple? The sect didn’t send any ordinary disciples to search the mountain. At least it’s us high-level cultivators eligible to join the Lingjun Pavilion!”

Several cultivators chatted as they passed by the grassy area again.

After a while, He Yimo released Jiang Jinyue’s mouth, which she had been struggling against.

“He Yimo, you nearly suffocated me!”

Jiang Jinyue sat up, gasping for air, her charming face flushed.

Once she caught her breath, she turned and glared at He Yimo. “And when you covered my mouth, did you deliberately touch my chest again?”

“Those two little steamed buns count as a chest? More importantly, you should thank me for saving you again!”

He Yimo leaned against the tree and sneered, brushing off the dust from his clothes but then found a few more strands of fox hair on himself.

Immediately, Jiang Jinyue pounced on him and snatched the hairs back.

“You’re such a pervert! How many more of my hairs are you going to collect?!”

“If you have the guts, stop shedding your fur on me all the time!”

He Yimo shrugged, his gaze lingering on the fluffy tails behind Jiang Jinyue.

Instantly, Jiang Jinyue felt all her pores tighten, and she hugged her three plump tails protectively.

“Besides! If you count saving me just now, then I’ve saved you several times before!”

“Alright then, we’re even.”

He Yimo brushed off the remaining fox hairs and stood up from the grass.

Jiang Jinyue hugged her tails, looking at him with resentment.

As they talked, she seemed to have forgotten what her original plan for tonight was. This was how she always felt when interacting with He Yimo. Every time she set out with a well-thought-out plan, she would get distracted by him, end up arguing, and forget her original purpose!

“By the way, this is really just medicinal liquid…”

He Yimo put away his dagger and watched as the Wuji Sect cultivators walked away. “If it were real aphrodisiac, with your fox body that hasn’t found a boyfriend in a hundred years, you would have been wagging your tail at me that night in the mountain god temple.”

“Bullshit! What kind of lewd creatures do you think fox spirits are?!”

Jiang Jinyue blushed furiously. She had been trying to remember her original plan for the night, but He Yimo’s words distracted her again, and she couldn’t help but hug herself and glare at him defensively.

Even though Jiang Jinyue was angry, she couldn’t help but recall that night in the mountain god temple, her body trembling slightly and her feet feeling sensitive.

He Yimo shrugged and glanced at her small chest, then said disdainfully:

“Relax, I prefer Senior Sister Mo’s body. Even if I were to use drugs, you wouldn’t be the target.”

“He Yimo, you jerk!”

Jiang Jinyue was deeply hurt and stepped forward to kick his butt.

But He Yimo was quick; he grabbed her ankle with his right hand and, with his left hand, pulled out a dagger smeared with pink liquid. He ran the flat side of the blade across the sole of her foot, spreading the liquid evenly.

“You! What are you doing—?!”

Jiang Jinyue was startled and tried to pull her leg back, but He Yimo held her ankle tightly.

By the time Jiang Jinyue broke free, He Yimo had already spread the liquid over the soles of her feet, which were quickly absorbed by the petal mark in the center of her foot.

“Ah—!”

Jiang Jinyue retracted her foot, but the moment her sole touched the ground, she trembled violently, a tingling electric current shooting up to her heart.

He Yimo ignored her and turned to leave:

“The Wuji Sect cultivators are almost done searching the mountain. I need to hurry back to take care of my injured senior sister before she worries about me again.”

“He Yimo! Come back! You made my feet so sensitive again! What am I supposed to do? And you left my fur at the cliff! The Wuji Sect cultivators will think I’m a suspect!”

From the nearby bushes, the fox girl leaned against a wall, carefully holding her left foot with one hand and standing on one leg, calling out in frustration.

But He Yimo didn’t look back, just waved and vanished into the forest.

“He Yimo! You jerk!”

***

When the Wuji Sect cultivators emerged from the back mountain, He Yimo naturally blended into their ranks.

Outside the secret realm, at the bamboo forest entrance, Mo Yuyan had mostly recovered and stood with several Wuji Sect elders, her beautiful eyes scanning the returning cultivators.

Beside the immortal stood a cute deer spirit in human form, Yun Jin, who had just arrived, and another black-robed, white-haired, stunning immortal.

“Don’t worry, Senior Sister! My stupid master will be back soon!”

The deer spirit stood on tiptoe, eagerly looking at the returning cultivators, then suddenly raised her hands confidently.

With her assurance, Mo Yuyan’s beautiful face relaxed slightly. When Mu Yanran had returned earlier, she had recognized Wangxue as the Nine-Colored Deer. After Mu Yanran questioned Wangxue and Mo Yuyan overheard, Mo Yuyan remembered Wangxue’s uniqueness.

After He Yimo left, Wangxue had been using her natural energy to heal Mo Yuyan, and miraculously, in less than half an hour, Mo Yuyan’s internal injuries were mostly healed! Now it seemed that the wild deer He Yimo had picked up in the back mountain that night was the Nine-Colored Deer!

Upon learning Wangxue’s identity, Mo Yuyan was deeply moved. She suddenly remembered how she had survived Gu Wanglan’s annihilation attack. She hadn’t paid much attention to the little deer, thinking she had survived by sheer physical strength, but it turned out He Yimo had sent Wangxue to save her at the critical moment!

“Young Brother Yimo’s fortune is truly a rare talent in Wuji Sect in a century.”

Behind Mo Yuyan and the little deer, Mu Yanren couldn’t help but widen her beautiful eyes and speak with admiration.

Just now, she had learned of Chen Jianxin’s death and quickly reported the good news to the Celestial Master. Strangely, although Mu Yanren had successfully completed the task, the Celestial Master didn’t seem happy. Instead, she just stared at the chessboard in front of her for a long time, then told Mo Yuyan to return and keep an eye on He Yimo and instructed Mu Yanren to bring Jiang Jinyue back to report in two days.

Mu Yanren didn’t think too much about it. After all, the Celestial Master, as a high-ranking member of the organization, spent day and night studying abstract things like “Fate,” making her eccentric and unpredictable.

Moreover, seeing that the Nine-Colored Deer had been saved by He Yimo, Mu Yanren was convinced of He Yimo’s peculiarities! No wonder the Celestial Master told me to watch him. It seems Chen Jianxin’s death might also be related to He Yimo!

With this thought, Mu Yanren blinked and focused on the returning cultivators.

“Young Brother Yimo is back!”

At some point, Mu Yanren called out softly.

Everyone looked and saw a white-clad boy emerge from the crowd. At the same time, Mo Yuyan’s beautiful eyes widened, and she rushed down to greet him.

Seeing his long-awaited senior sister, He Yimo didn’t look very happy. He approached the immortal and said dejectedly:

“Senior Sister, it seems that scoundrel Gu Wanglan committed suicide by jumping off a cliff in fear of his crimes.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t avenge you and have disappointed you again—”

But this time, before He Yimo could finish, he was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace by the immortal, his eyes widening slightly.

“Yimo, as long as you’re safe.”

Illustration of Mo Yuyan from the authors.

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