The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 90 Princess 9

"Purple Crested Vermilion Bird, someone from the Imperial Palace has come—it’s hard to say who it is this time, but it would be great if it’s the Ninth Princess."

The Mountain Guardian Disciple by Lin Yun’s side, well-informed and broad-minded, naturally took on the role of commentator quite conscientiously.

Lin Yun quickly played along, asking, "Why is that?"

"Isn’t that obvious!"

The Mountain Guardian Disciple gave Lin Yun a knowing look.

Those who knew understood.

In a flash, Lin Yun realized that the Ninth Princess must be exceptionally beautiful.

In just a few moments of conversation, the Purple Crested Vermilion Bird flew down from the sky, bringing with it a whirlwind of scorching heat, bowing the grass and trees in its wake, yet when the wind reached Lin Yun, it instantly calmed. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Seated on the Purple Crested Vermilion Bird were six women, and after landing, one of them spoke, "Ninth Princess Your Highness is here for a visit, please announce her arrival."

"Of course, of course, I’ll go right away."

The Mountain Guardian Disciple, like a lovestruck puppy meeting a goddess, excitedly rushed to make the announcement, but at this moment, Zhang Xiuya had already approached.

In reality, this so-called announcement was merely a formality.

The people on the mountain weren’t blind; they could see such a huge bird coming from far away and naturally prepared accordingly for the welcome.

"Your Highness, Xiuya has failed to welcome you from afar, please forgive me."

"Xiuya Brother is speaking like an outsider again; haven’t I said you can just call me by my name?"

As the girl spoke these words, Lin Yun suddenly caught a whiff of a fragrant aroma.

Good tea!

This girl must be the Ninth Princess.

She wore a white dress adorned with a small white flower, simple and elegant, her face wearing a gentle smile that felt like a breeze in spring.

But what was most captivating were those innocent, harmless eyes, which triggered an intense protective instinct in others.

No wonder the brother guarding the mountain had been so agitated just now.

Zhang Xiuya, too, seemed to be charmed, smiling as he said, "After all, you are a princess—if I were to lapse in propriety, I’d be punished by our master."

"Then you can just call me secretly!"

The Ninth Princess winked playfully, aggressively displaying her charm.

After speaking with Zhang Xiuya, she appeared to casually notice Lin Yun and said, "This one seems quite new here. Are you a newly arrived disciple?"

Zhang Xiuya, upon seeing Lin Yun, felt somewhat displeased inside, but remembering that he was about to die made him feel much delight, casually saying, "Yes, this is a new disciple my master has taken in, Lin Yun."

Having said that, he turned to Lin Yun and ordered, "Haven’t you come to greet the Ninth Princess yet?"

This tone of an elder chastising a junior was also a way to display his authority in front of the Ninth Princess.

Lin Yun continued to smile, but mentally he took note.

Young man, just you wait—if you’re so fond of the princess, I’ll send you to the Imperial Palace one day!

"I’ve met Ninth Princess Your Highness."

Lin Yun behaved very obediently—after all, as an undercover agent, it was best to stir up as little trouble as possible on the surface.

"No need to be so formal! I am an Acolyte Disciple of Elder Fufeng; we’re all family here, and you can call me Sister Lingyu in the future!"

Zhao Lingyu looked at Lin Yun with admiring eyes and said, "You’re the one with the talent praised as peerless under the moonlight, right?"

Lin Yun’s heart tightened instantly—no good, I’ve been targeted by the scheming girl.

Yet seeing Zhang Xiuya’s smile turn rigid, Lin Yun merely answered with a light smile, "Calling me a talent under the moonlight is too high of praise, I don’t deserve such a grand title."

"Don’t be so modest; to write such beautiful verses with such a profound message, Brother Lin fully deserves the title of talent under the moonlight," she praised.

Watching Zhao Lingyu praising Lin Yun, Zhang Xiuya’s face turned green with envy and quickly interjected, "Lingyu, we should head to Purple Cloud Cave first."

Zhao Lingyu nodded and then looked toward Lin Yun, asking, "Little apprentice brother, are you going over as well?"

At this moment, Lin Yun became even more certain he had been targeted, but he still kept up the façade of being harmless, saying, "Sure, I actually have to go to Purple Cloud Cave myself."

Seeing Zhang Xiuya’s complexion turn unsightly, Lin Yun also felt a great sense of pleasure.

Serves you right for showing off; watch how I’m going to make you sick.

Zhao Lingyu’s servants were not qualified to attend the event at Purple Cloud Cave; she only brought a woman with her, her personal bodyguard from the Imperial Clan Acolyte.

Typically, such a bodyguard would not interact with others; it was best to just pretend she didn’t exist.

Zhao Lingyu proactively approached Lin Yun, saying, "Brother Lin, may I ask if your ’Spring River Flower Moon Night’ was improvised, or had you prepared it in advance?"

With her fangirl demeanor, any normal man watched by such admiring eyes would probably start feeling proud and gradually take more interest in this admirer.

But Lin Yun was different; he even wanted to counterattack.

If I say now that I’m actually better at depicting beauties and then recite a poem about beauties, wouldn’t that be amazing?

However...

He had the idea, but upon reflection, Lin Yun cursed inwardly, unable to think of a suitable poem on the spot, which was quite embarrassing. ’The Appraisal of the Gods’ did come to mind, but it wasn’t necessary just to annoy Zhang Xiuya.

That would be a loss; who knows when I might need to "borrow" that piece of work.

He hadn’t read many poems or literary compositions; to copy one meant one less available, so he’d better save it for another time. He wasn’t going to show off this time.

"A work of literary grace is a natural gift, seized by a stroke of fortune."

Translated: This piece was written by someone else, it just so happens that my ’hand’ was clever enough to copy it.

Zhao Lingyu still enthusiastically endorsed him, saying, "What a piece to come naturally; just that line alone proves you are a talent as bright as the moon. I have an impolite request, would you be willing to fulfill it, Brother Lin?"

"What is it?"

"I would like you to be my teacher."

Lin Yun: "..."

Well, this is new. It’s always been me asking others to be my teacher, and now someone wants me to be theirs?

"This... My knowledge is shallow and limited; I fear I am not up to the task."

"If even you consider yourself shallow and limited, who else can be called a great talent in this world? Don’t be so modest! Is it because you’re afraid your master won’t agree? I can go ask the Sect Leader."

Zhao Lingyu exerted her innate ability to be persistent.

And this is where Zhang Xiuya began to feel uncomfortable.

In the past, Zhao Lingyu would always come to him for fun, but today, after meeting Lin Yun, Zhao Lingyu’s attention was fixed on Lin Yun.

Jealousy can distort a person’s appearance. Realizing that his own master cared so much for Lin Yun, yet was indifferent to him, Zhang Xiuya’s soul twisted gradually.

"Don’t waste your time; after all, poetry and literature are just trivial matters. Since Brother Lin has joined the Daoist Sect, cultivation should be his priority."

How sour.

Lin Yun could smell the lemon essence in the air.

Good, the sourer you get, the happier I am.

Lin Yun then said to Zhao Lingyu, "Brother Xiuya is right, which is why I certainly can’t be your teacher. However, if you have any questions, you are welcome to discuss them with me."

"Then it’s settled! Don’t find me annoying when the time comes."

Zhao Lingyu revealed a pleased smile, but in her heart, she sneered.

Hah, men are so easy to fool.

Lin Yun also nodded, saying, "You’re welcome to come to me anytime."

Annoying girl, with your level, you’re still not enough for me to handle!