The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 444 - 434 Mutual Hurt

Lin Yun had been craving the touch of a body for quite some time, but when he finally had the chance to do as he pleased, he found Fang Yu’s gesture of covering her face even more adorable. So much so that he lost interest in anything else and only wanted to move her hands away, making her see how she was being bullied.

It must be said that Lin Yun was exceptionally talented when it came to playing with others’ sense of shame.

Fang Yu bit her lip in frustration, regretting not seeing through Lin Yun’s wolfish nature sooner, which led to today’s calamity of welcoming the wolf into her home.

Now it was too late for regrets.

Lin Yun began to move gracefully like clouds sprinkling rain, followed by a more intense flurry of action, only to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.

Fang Yu, startled, tried to push Lin Yun away, but she was already too weak to muster any strength; however, Lin Yun also stopped, not taking advantage of the situation.

Soon, the person outside stopped at the doorway.

"Master, your disciple requests an audience."

The visitor was none other than Zhao Lingyu.

Fang Yu dared not let her in, not with her looking like this. How could she face the people of Shenxiao Sect?

"Let’s talk about it tomorrow, your master is quite tired," she said.

Tired was an understatement, she was completely numb.

Suddenly, her eyes widened in disbelief. Lin Yun, bold as brass, was taking liberties even now.

"I’m afraid it’ll be too late by tomorrow. I’ve just received a confidential report that my third brother has mobilized all of the Divine Martial Army, preparing to strike Purple Cloud Mountain during tomorrow’s Ascension Conference when its defenses are at their weakest. If you and Elder Lin Yu both attend the conference, we may lose Purple Cloud Mountain. But if one of you stays behind, we might not be able to withstand the pressure from other sects," Zhao Lingyu urgently reported.

Zhao Lingyu didn’t doubt that the intelligence she received had been deliberately leaked by the enemy.

It all depended on how she would respond, trying to have the best of both worlds seemed impossible now.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu started to seriously contemplate the situation, but...

Unspeakable, unspeakable. Outside the room, Zhao Lingyu faintly heard Fang Yu’s voice and couldn’t help but show concern, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

"It’s nothing, I’m just a bit tired. You go discuss it with Lin Yu," she replied.

Fang Yu punished Lin Yun by pinching his ear, only for him to bite her back in return.

Right outside the door was Zhao Lingyu. Although of lower cultivation level, Zhao Lingyu had sharp senses and, in this tense situation, Fang Yu’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest.

"Then... Master, please rest well. I shall take my leave," Zhao Lingyu said.

After speaking, she hurried away.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thankful she hadn’t been embarrassed in front of Zhao Lingyu.

Little did she know, Zhao Lingyu had already sensed something was amiss.

There were two sets of panting sounds in the room.

Zhao Lingyu felt nearly delirious, her mind in a complete mess.

Unbelievable!

The usually dignified master was such a person!

The Ascension Conference was tomorrow, and here she was, cavorting with a man in her room late into the night, not even stopping their illicit activities when a disciple visited.

The shining image of Fang Yu crumbled in Zhao Lingyu’s mind.

Of course, Zhao Lingyu didn’t dare tell anyone about this incident. Still in shock, she subconsciously thought about keeping it a secret.

My goodness, too terrifying!

Zhao Lingyu’s head was buzzing. It was almost upon reaching Lin Yu’s room that she slowly regained her ability to think, begin to speculate who Fang Yu’s lover could be.

Logically, with Fang Yu’s high status and authority and the Shenxiao Sect not prohibiting marriage, she could openly have a Daoist partner. Nobody could stop her.

But the secrecy suggested her lover’s identity couldn’t be made public.

Who could it be?

Could it be someone from the Demon Sect?

The more Zhao Lingyu thought about it, the more exhilarating it felt. She also grew afraid, wondering if Fang Yu, realizing that she might have uncovered the secret, would silence her to keep it hidden.

No, no, she needed to find a way to eliminate this risk.

Zhao Lingyu’s thoughts raced electrically. Upon arriving outside Lin Yu’s room, it struck her that the only person who could protect her now was Lin Yu.

They were now united in a common cause, and as both being members of the Imperial Family Clans, with Lin Yu being her uncle’s daughter, the familial connection should prevent any issues.

"Elder Lin, Lingyu seeks an audience," Zhao Lingyu called out.

Outside Lin Yu’s small cabin, Zhao Lingyu didn’t address her as Sister Lin but instead used her official title.

Lin Yu, who hadn’t gone to sleep yet and was cultivating, heard Zhao Lingyu’s request and spoke, "Come in and take a seat, Sect Master. There’s no need for such formality."

Zhao Lingyu was being overly cautious; she was the Sect Master, after all, and didn’t need to use such respectful language.

Feeling reassured by Lin Yu’s amiability, Zhao Lingyu grew more confident.

She first laid out the issue with the intelligence.

"With Purple Cloud Mountain facing threats on both sides tomorrow, what do you think, Elder Lin?" she asked.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment before asking, "What did Elder Fang say?"

Now that Fang Yu was an elder, Lin Yu had accordingly adjusted her address.

Zhao Lingyu’s expression changed, and she stammered, "Master told me to consult with you."

Lin Yu picked up on Zhao Lingyu’s hesitation and urged sternly, "Just speak your mind!"

"I... I can’t say," Zhao Lingyu demurred.

"What’s there to fear? You are the Sect Master, and while your cultivation may still be lacking, everyone in the Shenxiao Sect, myself included, must follow your orders," Lin Yu said.

Lin Yu had a good impression of Zhao Lingyu. Zhao Lingyu might not be particularly kind or outstanding, but having grown up in the dark environment of the Imperial Palace to be who she was, she could already be considered pure despite the mud around her.

Furthermore, Lin Yu didn’t have any close relatives, so Zhao Lingyu could be considered her cousin.

Their names were even quite similar.

In fact, after her visit to the Imperial Palace, Lin Yu had even considered changing her name.

After all, it was not that her father had abandoned her; Lin Yu wanted to inherit the Zhao surname, acknowledging this father, and keeping him in her heart.

But the character ’Lin’ was given to her by her master, and Lin Yu didn’t want to change it carelessly; she had even thought about simply calling herself Zhao Linyu, but that...

would be too similar to Zhao Lingyu’s name, so she had to give up on that idea.

In any case, she acknowledged the Zhao Family as her kin; she didn’t recognize the other princes, but Zhao Lingyu, she could accept.

If it weren’t for the fact that her fate was cursed to clash with her kin, Lin Yu’s feelings toward Zhao Lingyu would have been warmer.

Thus, when Zhao Lingyu faced trouble, Lin Yu would think about helping her.

"That being said, Elder Lin must not tell anyone, and also, this is just my speculation, without evidence,"

Seeing how cautious Zhao Lingyu was, Lin Yu spoke with a somber tone, "You say it, I understand discretion."

Only then did Zhao Lingyu say, "Just now, outside my master’s room, I faintly heard my master’s breathing; it seemed a bit unusual."

Continuing on, Zhao Lingyu blushed and said, "Although I’ve never experienced the matters between men and women, I’ve seen it, and, I also thought I heard the breathing of another person."

At this point, Zhao Lingyu felt as if the air itself had solidified.

She knew that Lin Yu must have been shocked as well.

Now, the consideration was how to shift the blame, ideally not getting any of it on herself, letting Lin Yu handle this matter.

"Of course, maybe I’m wrong. How could my master be such a person... but the more I think about it, the more uneasy I feel, Elder Lin..."

Zhao Lingyu looked up but saw Lin Yu had already picked up the Gale Sword, sensing the fierce Sword Qi.

Ah, surely Elder Lin shouldn’t be this agitated, right?

Fang Yu was just with a man, after all, it surely wasn’t that serious.

This should be understandable. Look at her figure; it’s clear she’s a very thirsty woman. As long as it’s not too extreme, she should be forgiven. right!

"I’m already aware of this situation. You don’t need to worry about it anymore,"

Having said that, Lin Yu disappeared like a gust of wind.

Zhao Lingyu couldn’t help but scratch her head.

Was Lin Yu being too impulsive?

Well, never mind, she should be safe now.

This matter would surely not involve her.

Zhao Lingyu, feeling somewhat relieved for the moment, went back to sleep.

Elsewhere, Lin Yu rushed like the wind to Fang Yu’s room.

Like the wind stirring the clouds, Lin Yu floated into Fang Yu’s room, the door gently opened and then closed.

Inside the room, only Fang Yu lay on the bed, her complexion flushed, eyes misty, in such a seductive pose, Lin Yu could imagine that if Lin Yun were here, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist a second round.

Lin Yu’s nose twitched, picking up a unique scent, along with a faint smell of blood, her expression growing even darker.

As for Fang Yu, this was her first time experiencing such a sensation, still savoring the afterglow when she suddenly noticed someone else in the room, flinching, hastily wrapping herself with the quilt, and only relaxing upon seeing it was Lin Yu.

However, something seemed off about Lin Yu; why was her face filled with such murderous intent?

"Elder Lin, why are you here?"

"Where’s Lin Yun?"

Lin Yu asked bluntly.

This question made Fang Yu flush with heat and shame, knowing that Lin Yu must have found out, maybe it was Zhao Lingyu who had snitched. It was all because Lin Yun was seeking that thrill, and now, a mess had been made!

Fang Yu stubbornly replied, "Lin Yun? Why would you come here looking for him?"

Lin Yu’s gaze shifted and quickly noticed the Cloud Rain Sword leaning to one side.

Fang Yu’s expression changed, and she reached out with her white hand from under the quilt, taking hold of the Cloud Rain Sword.

"After all, you are Lin Yun’s master, how can you do such a thing with him!"

Anger made Lin Yu’s teeth itch, and she was dying to draw her sword and hack at Fang Yu, but she wasn’t that impulsive. She knew that it was Lin Yun, that scoundrel, who had incited Fang Yu. Fang Yu’s nature was too naive and easily deceived.

Still, she was furious.

Why couldn’t you be smarter?

This was the pot calling the kettle black.

Fang Yu became annoyed by Lin Yu’s accusation and decided to lay all her cards on the table.

"Aren’t you Lin Yun’s foster..."

"Stop, I’m not. That was a misunderstanding that has been clarified since."

Lin Yu also felt somewhat guilty; although she could barely justify the various reasons, it was indeed shameful when brought up by others.

"Lin Yun is no longer my disciple!"

"But he originally was your disciple, how can you say he isn’t anymore!"

"Didn’t you also misunderstand the same way at the beginning?"

The two began to hurt each other, exchanging glares filled with tension, both feeling quite guilty.

Finally, Lin Yu changed the subject, "Where did Lin Yun run off to?"

This question brought a look of deep resentment to Fang Yu’s face.

This ingrate, doing such a thing and then running away!