"Accidents during spellcasting are actually quite common, and the more powerful the spell, the more likely such incidents can occur, so I really didn’t mean to hit you with lightning..."

Lin Yun earnestly explained to the barely clothed Wang Wanqiu, who listened to his explanation but became increasingly shy, crossing her arms over her chest and hiding behind Lin Yu.

As for this, Lin Yun really wanted to make a sarcastic remark that there wasn’t actually much to see.

But voicing that out would be too damaging to one’s self-esteem, so Lin Yun just kept quiet.

Lin Yu looked at him with a speechless expression.

Of course, she knew that Lin Yun wouldn’t cause such reckless havoc, but it was precisely because it was an accident that she felt even more troubled.

Could this also be the arrangement of fate?

The perfectly fine lightning would strike nowhere else but Wang Wanqiu.

This could barely be explained by Wang Wanqiu being more prone to attract lightning at the moment, but the lightning chose neither earlier nor later to strike than when she was leaning on Lin Yun — could this really be a coincidence?

Lin Yu was no longer convinced.

At that moment, she almost saw Wang Wanqiu and Lin Yun growing closer and closer, and then...

No, she couldn’t dare to think further.

Although Wang Wanqiu had always been quite boyish in character and physique, no matter how boyish she was, she still had the heart of a girl. First, having so many interactions with Lin Yun, then owing each other favors, and now adding some ambiguous incidents to the mix — wouldn’t the two of them, as master and disciple, be walking further and further down the road of sharing one husband?

No, absolutely not!

"No need to explain, we all understand. Affairs of the jianghu, no need to fuss over such trifles. Go explore what treasures are here, I’ll take care of Wan Qiu."

Lin Yu forcefully intervened, breaking the ambiguous atmosphere between them, but in both Lin Yu and Wang Wanqiu’s eyes, Lin Yu was completely looking out for herself.

Lin Yun: Worthy of being my dear wife, she still helps me out at critical moments.

Wang Wanqiu: Master is so good.

Following Lin Yu’s arrangements, Lin Yun also quickly made his way into the last gateway of the Underground Palace. Having been struck by thunder, some of the Demonic Qi inside had dissipated, but a lot remained. That residual Demonic Qi was involuntarily absorbed by Lin Yun’s acupoints before he could even try to stop it.

The Demonic Qi in the entire Underground Palace quickly vanished without even filling one of Lin Yun’s acupoints.

Previously, there were nine acupoints filled with Demonic Qi and eighteen contaminated ones. Lin Yun had managed to transfer the Demonic Qi into Wang Wanqiu’s body with great difficulty, and now it was back.

It seemed he couldn’t rid himself of this Demonic Qi after all.

Since that was the case, if he couldn’t rid himself of it, then so be it. This Demonic Qi didn’t seem to cause any significant change in one’s nature, and Wang Wanqiu was a living example of this.

Speaking of Wang Wanqiu, Lin Yun couldn’t help but sigh. It seemed his good fortune with the opposite sex was too strong. However, Wang Wanqiu was probably the only exception.

In this world of cultivation, the first woman Lin Yun met was Wang Wanqiu, and they had a lot of interactions. Lin Yun was someone easily dazzled by beauty, but he was certain he wouldn’t fall for Wang Wanqiu.

After all, it was Wang Wanqiu who had made him willingly face death.

Lin Yun wasn’t one to hold a grudge. From a more objective perspective, Wang Wanqiu’s actions weren’t too problematic, but personally for Lin Yun, even though he had forgiven her, it was impossible for him to develop feelings for her.

If Wang Wanqiu turned into a demon one day, I wonder if it would be possible to have her infiltrate the Demon Race as an undercover agent?

Lin Yun was unaware that Wu Xin had already consumed his blood essence. To deal with Wu Xin, sending an undercover agent into the organization was a standard tactic.

The more he thought about it, the more Lin Yun liked the idea. He would discuss it with Wang Wanqiu later on.

The Demon Race would never expect that they would send Wang Wanqiu, a demon of considerable strength, to go undercover!

Huh, why does this sentence structure feel so familiar?

Lost in his wild thoughts, Lin Yun also entered the Underground Palace, which was different from what he had imagined. He had thought this place would be dark and terrifying, filled with all sorts of horror elements. However, when Lin Yun walked in, he was dazzled by the decor.

The room was dreamily arranged with many luminous crystals decorating the ceiling, surrounded by deep black. Looking up, it was like gazing at a sky full of stars.

There was no bed in this room, but there was a swing. Around the swing were several plants with large pink buds, which looked quite romantic.

The size of the swing clearly indicated it was meant for children to play on.

Thinking of the High Priest as a child figure, Lin Yun was even more certain this was her lair.

Nevertheless, the image of Wu Xin swinging on the swing inevitably surfaced in Lin Yun’s mind.

It seemed rather cute, but that simply couldn’t be possible.

Wu Xin was, after all, the Demon Clan Leader, a top-tier power in the Defiant Heavenly Realm. Despite her seemingly petite and adorable appearance, she must be an old Great Demon at heart, and he shouldn’t be deceived by her appearance.

How could such a Great Demon possibly enjoy swinging like a child?

Guided by the "starry" light from above, Lin Yun quickly scanned the room and spotted a desk not far away.

There was nothing much on the desk, only a bamboo slip.

But this was exactly what Lin Yun wanted.

Real treasures are material objects, but a bamboo slip that might contain important information was what Lin Yun had been after.

When Lin Yun picked up the bamboo slip, he realized that it was not just a slip, but apparently also a Magic Artifact.

The outermost bamboo plank was engraved with four characters on the back: "Sacred Demon’s Manual."

Seeing the words "Sacred Demon," Lin Yun was reminded of the bamboo slip he had obtained in the Gu Worm Room that mentioned "Heartless Sacred Demon."

Does that mean this is Wu Xin’s personal manual?

With curiosity, Lin Yun tried to unfold the bamboo slip, but he could only open one plank at a time. The far-right plank was covered with densely packed tiny characters.

"Sacred Demon Calendar, Year 9317, September 15th—Yuxuan schemed against me; vengeance will be had in due time. Additionally, Lin Yun took my treasure, mocked my powerlessness, pinched my cheeks, and dishonored me. I’ve never suffered such indignity in my life. Once my Cultivation Level is restored, I will make sure he experiences every misery in the Mortal Realm. The shame I endured today will be repaid a thousand, nay, a millionfold!"

Reading this, Lin Yun confirmed that the Sacred Demon’s Manual indeed belonged to Wu Xin.

Although he was unsure what the Sacred Demon Calendar referred to, the date must be correct; it was the day of the tournament. He had only pinched her cheeks because he thought she was cute!

But this little one was really good at exaggerating.

How did I dishonor her?

Does it even make sense to dishonor such a little thing?

This is a baseless slander of my character!

Lin Yun, however, was not one to hold grudges, and the more he thought about it, the more he found Wu Xin’s grudge-writing in her little notebook adorable.

For some reason, despite her being one of the most powerful beings in the world now, Lin Yun still felt like she seemed very bullyable.

Driven by curiosity, Lin Yun continued to flip through. The Sacred Demon’s Manual was essentially Wu Xin’s diary, it seemed.

Who knows what kind of good stuff could be in this diary—it surely wasn’t anything serious.

What respectable demon writes in a diary anyway...