The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 443 - 433 I Just Need a Sword

Fang Yu’s heart stirred subtly the moment she saw Lin Yun.

Her first reaction was shock. To be honest, despite all the groundwork she had laid, seeing Lin Yun again filled her heart more with joy than anything else.

But before she could smile, she tensed her face, initially thinking it was an enemy attack and lashed out without holding back, albeit with slightly less force, still slapping toward Lin Yun.

Lin Yun easily dodged and then swiftly caught Fang Yu’s hand, pulling her into his arms with a smooth motion.

"You’ve got some nerve!"

Fang Yu’s hands pushed against Lin Yun’s chest as she struggled forcefully, but Lin Yun held her waist tightly, remaining silent, simply resting his head on her shoulder. Their embrace allowed their bodies to press even closer together.

Fang Yu put up a token struggle before giving in, but her attitude remained as unyielding as ever. She said, "You actually dared to come back? Do you really think I won’t kill you?"

Lin Yun understood the subtext of Fang Yu’s words. Although the two had shared a moment of intimacy before parting, they were officially master and disciple who had severed ties.

If Fang Yu hadn’t caught him stealing a kiss from Snow Maiden, she probably wouldn’t have been angry. But since she had, she was naturally going to make a big deal of it.

"I missed you."

Without offering much of an explanation, Lin Yun whispered these simple words into Fang Yu’s ear. The four words effortlessly wormed their way into her heart, sending a shiver down her spine, making her body and a part of her heart soften.

Still resentful, she countered, "You missed me? With a beauty by your side, how could you think of your washed-up master?"

Her jealousy was palpable, tinged with centuries-old vinegar.

"Does Master not believe me?"

Lin Yun loosened his embrace slightly—the tight hug could not last forever, as it was time for them to gaze solemnly into each other’s eyes.

Lin Yun’s eyes were filled with mischief as he looked at Fang Yu, but not entirely for show—he was genuinely attracted to her.

They were supposed to look into each other’s eyes, but his gaze uncontrollably drifted downward.

Newton’s law of universal gravitation was indeed correct.

The greater the mass, the stronger the pull, no doubt.

"What are you sneaking a look at!"

Fang Yu’s face flushed red. Lin Yun’s roguish glance didn’t escape her attention. She felt both shame and annoyance, pushing Lin Yun away. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

If she had used such strength earlier, Lin Yun wouldn’t have had the chance to hold her.

Lin Yun, on the other hand, looked embarrassed, playing the role of an innocent young man seduced by beauty, which made Fang Yu feel somewhat smug inside.

When compared to Snow Maiden, she was much more formidable.

"Master, I came to give you something."

Feeling the timing was about right, Lin Yun then produced the Cloud Rain Sword.

"Last time, I took your sword, worrying you might not have a suitable weapon. Recently, I found a treasure and forged this sword myself, hoping you’ll like it."

As he spoke, Lin Yun handed over the Cloud Rain Sword.

The purple blade caught Fang Yu’s aesthetic just right, with some intricate patterns etched upon it. What touched her the most were the two characters inscribed on the blade.

Cloud Rain.

It was a combination of both Lin Yun and her own names—the intentions of that rascal Lin Yun were clear as day.

"Keep the sword you forged for yourself, and give me mine back."

Fang Yu was now being as haughty as they come. She really liked the sword, but she wasn’t about to let Lin Yun off that easily. He had been gallivanting with other women and had yet to properly explain the matter with Snow Maiden.

If she didn’t teach him a lesson now, would he not think he could get away with anything in the future?

"I’m sorry, but I cannot return Master’s sword."

Lin Yun stubbornly refused to give back Fang Yu’s sword, and she could somewhat guess his thoughts.

Already in possession of the Thunderclap Sword and another Divine Artifact, he clearly was not short on weapons. Holding on to her Immortal Sword—who could that serve? It was nothing more than a memento.

Thinking this, Fang Yu felt a surge of sweetness in her heart and couldn’t bear to give him a hard time anymore. Still, she kept her tone cold. "I am not your master anymore."

Lin Yun had said the same thing last time, but now he was calling her master again. As Lin Yun held her and called her master, Fang Yu couldn’t help but feel a forbidden thrill that set her heart racing, justifying her displeasure by forbidding Lin Yun from calling her master any longer.

"I understand. Then, may I call you Yu’er?"

Lin Yun flashed a bright, youthful smile, causing Fang Yu’s heart to race. Feeling overwhelmed, she reached out and twisted his ear hard.

"You have no respect."

Lin Yun howled in pain, which seemed to satisfy Fang Yu. She let go, only to be embraced by Lin Yun again, their foreheads touching as their eyes met. Fang Yu suddenly realized what Lin Yun intended to do.

She wanted to act proud one more time, but Lin Yun closed his eyes first and kissed her. Fang Yu’s eyes widened, and in the end, she had no choice but to concede.

Being kissed with her eyes open was just too embarrassing—better to close them too!

A gentle breeze closed Fang Yu’s door.

Fang Yu hadn’t expected Lin Yun to be so bold. Flustered, she could only hold Lin Yun’s hand, chiding him, "Don’t you go too far!"

"Yu’er."

Lin Yun, like a puppy begging for affection, was irresistible to Fang Yu, and she succumbed once more.

Fortunately, she was wearing an Immortal Garment, so Lin Yun could only cause mischief through the fabric.

"Stop it, I have to attend the competition for the Ding summit tomorrow..."

Fang Yu was becoming scared of Lin Yun and his implacability. She couldn’t refuse him, and it was getting strange, but knowing they couldn’t go on like this, she tried to reason with him.

Of course, Lin Yun was relentless. If he missed this opportunity, who knew when the next one might come?

Only when the meat is in your mouth is it good meat!

Moreover, Fang Yu’s pure yet desirous look was truly seductive. How could Lin Yun let him go?

"Master, don’t you know how powerful my ’Spiritual Liquid’ is?"

As Lin Yun spoke, he passed a mouthful of Spiritual Liquid to Fang Yu, who immediately felt his Divine Soul elevated, his already dizzy head now utterly intoxicated.

If it weren’t for the Immortal Artifact she was wearing, she might not have escaped this ordeal tonight.

Lin Yun clenched his teeth in secrecy, to make Fang Yu dazed wasn’t hard, but to get her to disrobe in her stupor, that was difficult.

When will I ever learn my Disrobing Technique!

As Lin Yun was frustrated, a series of footsteps suddenly approached from afar. Although Fang Yu and Lin Yun were immersed in their intimate contact, the footsteps instantly snapped them out of it.

"Someone’s coming!"

Fang Yu quickly pushed Lin Yun away, and although Lin Yun knew this wasn’t a time for play, he wasn’t willing to give up his prey. With a flash, he dove under the bed.

He felt exceptionally adept at this maneuver.

After a little while, the footsteps finally reached Fang Yu’s door, and the person stopped before knocking and saying, "Master, are you asleep?"

Lin Yun, listening from under the bed, found the voice strange. Did Fang Yu have other disciples?

"Is that you, Ru Meng? What’s the matter?"

As she spoke, Fang Yu opened the door.

Standing outside was her fifth disciple, Ji Ru Meng, also the sole survivor in Zhang Xiuya’s hands.

Regrettably, she who was once a prodigy, reaching the Divine Cultivation Realm early, had to start all over again, her path to further cultivation almost certainly severed.

"Knowing that master might face a great battle tomorrow, and I can’t help much, I made a peace charm, wishing master everything goes smoothly."

Ji Ru Meng presented a very exquisite pendant. The peace charm had no magical fluctuations because Ji Ru Meng’s own cultivation level wasn’t high, but Fang Yu still accepted it solemnly and wore it on her body.

"Thank you for your effort."

Fang Yu was very gentle with Ji Ru Meng; she didn’t keep a stern face, except with her.

Towards this disciple, Fang Yu felt she owed her too much.

Ji Ru Meng shook her head, "It’s no trouble, it’s the least I can do."

Her words filled Fang Yu with sorrow. Her heart, which Lin Yun had excitedly quickened, now settled down.

She had no mood for romantic frivolities anymore.

Not wanting her mood to affect Fang Yu, Ji Ru Meng quickly added, "Disciple won’t disturb master’s rest anymore."

"Ru Meng."

Fang Yu stopped Ji Ru Meng, who was about to leave. Ji Ru Meng halted, looking at Fang Yu, waiting for her to speak.

"I will find a way to heal you, to let you start cultivating again."

"Thank you, Master."

Ji Ru Meng bowed, and after a moment of eye contact with her master, she left, blending into the darkness, while Fang Yu slowly closed the door.

As soon as she turned around, she saw Lin Yun lying on her bed.

The somber mood was once again stirred up by Lin Yun.

This time with a hint of shyness.

"You ungrateful student, what do you think you’re doing!"

How dare he climb onto her bed on his own, it was simply...

A great defiance!

"How about calling me ’Ah Yun’ or ’husband’? Didn’t you say you expelled me from your sect?"

Lin Yun looked somewhat frivolous, causing Fang Yu to flush red, her heart pounding like a startled fawn.

"I think you’re asking for a beating!"

Fang Yu pretended to strike Lin Yun, and the two ended up playfully fighting and embracing again.

The mood that had been interrupted just now was reignited, although not as intoxicating as before. Being this close in a clear state of mind felt different from earlier.

Like oil mixed with honey, Fang Yu had completely forgotten she once vowed to hang Lin Yun up and beat him.

Now the two of them were affectionately entangled, and her earlier decisions had flown far away.

"Yu’er, I love you."

Lin Yun launched his final assault, and those few words breached Fang Yu’s last defenses. Her head spinning, she could only hear Lin Yun’s whisper in her ear.

"How about we undo your Immortal Garment’s protection?"

Fang Yu: "..."

Dazed, she complied with Lin Yun’s words.

Only when a chill swept over her body did she suddenly snap to her senses.

She always thought Lin Yun was a little lapdog, but he turned out to be a big bad wolf, and now, the big bad wolf had shed his disguise.

Fang Yu suddenly felt a wave of fear. Her bashful big eyes met Lin Yun’s lustful gaze.

At last, Fang Yu made her final act of resistance.

She covered her eyes with her hands...