Chapter 524: Chapter 32: What’s the point of living if you can’t cuddle with your master?

Picking up the piece of cloth the High Priest had thrown on the ground, Lin Yun couldn’t help but feel relieved for Wan Qiu’s luck.

Such a massive explosion, yet this cloth was completely intact.

As for the High Priest’s body, it burned and eventually turned into a black gauze, and Lin Yun’s fire automatically extinguished.

Well, it figures. The Demon Race really do drop gear and materials when they die. Not sure what the use is for this thing, but might as well pick it up and study it later.

Hurrying up the mountain, Lin Yun happened to witness the final moments of Wan Qiu’s transformation into a demon.

He saw the dense Demonic Qi in the sky being completely absorbed by Wan Qiu’s body. At this moment, the scars on Wan Qiu’s face had vanished, her skin was crystal clear, seemingly nourished immensely, and looking downward from above...

Lin Yu had been there to protect Wan Qiu. Hearing someone approaching and seeing it was Lin Yun, she felt a bit more at ease. But upon seeing Wan Qiu’s jade-like ice-clear complexion, yet without a thread on her, Lin Yu’s face suddenly changed.

"Close your eyes!"

"I didn’t see anything!"

With that, Lin Yun quickly turned his head.

In fact, he was quite curious.

He had no prying desire towards Wan Qiu’s body; after all, he was no longer the youth he once was, free from those worldly desires.

"What else do you want to see!"

Lin Yu was frantic with anger. She realized she couldn’t blame Lin Yun, but in this state, it seemed as if everything had already been seen. Cultivators are sharp of hearing and sight, and many possess photographic memory. With one glance, those with strong Divine Sense could even count the number of hairs on Wan Qiu.

Of course, Lin Yun could do that too, without counting—Lin Yu had her heritage after all!

Cough cough.

Lin Yun turned around, and Wan Qiu also opened her eyes. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Her eyes were no longer quite like a mortal’s, having become a demonic and peculiar purple.

She looked at Lin Yu, her mind muddled, then looked down at her own hands, feeling her unremarkable chest. The sensation was truly strange.

"Am I still alive?"

Wan Qiu thought she was already dead.

When Lin Yu heard her speak, she breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, even though Wan Qiu still looked the same, her aura felt like a stranger to Lin Yu.

She was really scared that Wan Qiu would open her eyes and not recognize her.

"You’re still alive. Put on your clothes first."

Lin Yu was still very worried. Even though Lin Yun had turned away and closed his eyes, it was better for Wan Qiu to cover herself sooner.

Only then did Wan Qiu realize she was naked. Seeing Lin Yun with his back to her, her cheeks turned slightly red. With a thought, a layer of dark energy wrapped around her and gradually formed into a gauzy dress.

Creating clothing from energy—it seems to be an innate ability of demons.

Good at preventing wardrobe malfunctions.

However, if the Demonic Qi of the Demon Race is dispersed, there’s a chance their clothing will burst, as demonstrated by Hu Yuling before.

Thinking about it like that, it feels like fighting the Demon Race could get very heated, not just heated, but the deeper the battle, the more likely it could become censored.

"How do you feel now?"

Suppressing her innate repulsion towards Wan Qiu, Lin Yu asked with concern.

Wan Qiu obediently felt her body, especially touching her chest, and said with surprise, "I feel like I’m filled with strength all over my body. How did you do it?"

Wan Qiu vaguely remembered that Lin Yun did something. Curious, she looked at Lin Yun, who guessed that things should be more or less settled by now, and turned his head, saying, "You may not believe it, but you are probably not human anymore."

Wang Wanqiu: "..."

Lin Yu: "..."

This naughty boy, can’t he speak properly?

Feeling incredulous, Wang Wanqiu stared at Lin Yun, then touched her own body, and said confusedly, "Could it be, am I a ghost now?"

As she spoke, Wang Wanqiu wanted to verify if she had a solid form, so she reached out to grab Lin Yu’s hand.

The master and disciple were accustomed to such intimate gestures; Wang Wanqiu did it very naturally, but Lin Yu was gritting her teeth, restraining herself, not sending Wang Wanqiu flying away.

As their palms touched, Wang Wanqiu immediately felt a pain like being pricked by needles, and she quickly let go of her hand, somewhat at a loss.

"Wan Qiu..."

Lin Yu also didn’t know what to do, she didn’t want to hurt Wang Wanqiu, but even without striking out, there was still this conflicting force between them.

"What’s happened to me..."

Wang Wanqiu looked upset, could she no longer even touch her favorite master?

Seeing both of them looking unhappy, Lin Yun could only interrupt and explain the reason.

"You’re not a ghost, but a demon, and your master is the spirit of the White Tiger, a natural nemesis of demons, so it’s normal for you to feel discomfort."

"How did I become a demon?"

Only then did Wang Wanqiu notice that Lin Yu seemed to have been suppressing something all along.

Thinking that she might not be able to be close to her master ever again, Wang Wanqiu’s face fell once more.

"You offered your heart to the Oblivion Gu Worm, and the only way I could save you was to do this."

Wang Wanqiu: "..."

She should be thankful to Lin Yun for bringing her back to life, but being unable to be close to her master made her feel very heavy-hearted, so much so that she couldn’t feel happy even though she was brought back from death.

"Don’t rush, actually, your master and a demon aren’t completely unable to touch each other. It’s probably because you let out the Demonic Qi without any reservations that this effect occurred. Try to pull back your Demonic Qi, how about that?"

Lin Yun remembered that when Lin Yu was with the High Priest before, there hadn’t been any reaction, and logically, it shouldn’t be so exaggerated.

The Demon Race excels at disguising themselves, and while disguised, Lin Yu shouldn’t have had any reaction.

"But I don’t know how..."

Wang Wanqiu indeed wanted to rein in her own aura, yet she couldn’t manage such a complex task.

The ability to conceal oneself is innate to the Demon Race, but Wang Wanqiu wasn’t a natural-born demon. She became one through transformation, and she didn’t know how to wield her powers.

This was indeed a headache-inducing issue.

Lin Yun was without words, wasn’t reining in one’s aura just like this, like that, and then like this?

"I’ll call a demon to teach you."

Lin Yun, out of options, spread his hands and chose to call for the all-capable maid, Hu Yuling.

However, Hu Yuling was quite far from him at the moment, and it would take her some time to arrive.

Lin Yu tilted her head again, suddenly realizing that Lin Yun’s interactions with the Demon Race were a bit too deep.

This was highly abnormal.

But she didn’t voice her suspicion, and seeing that Wang Wanqiu seemed fine, Lin Yu then asked, "How’s the High Priest, did you catch up with her?"

"Hmm, she has left this beautiful world forever. Should we raid her home and see just how much foundation the old demon has amassed over the years at the Southern Border?"