chapter 15
Chapter 15 – Sneaky Sugar Mama?
The next day, Lin Dongming didn’t hear a word from Du Yuanfeng, let alone get questioned.
“Looks like Du Yuanfeng’s situation hasn’t been exposed yet. No need to worry for now.” Lin Dongming talked to himself while getting dressed and freshening up—it was a daily habit of his.
“This whole demonic path mess is trickier than I thought, but it probably isn’t targeting us directly. No need to panic yet.” He actually knew more about it than he let on, but kept his mouth shut to avoid unnecessary trouble.
—Because once you say something, you have to explain how you knew it.
Still, with the elder Tuoba’s strange attitude and the weird state those Du Yuanfeng guys were in, Lin Dongming couldn’t shake off a strange feeling.
—That had to be a technique from the Hehuan Sect. But why would the Hehuan Sect get involved with Tianji Sword Sect’s affairs? It’s not like the sect is weak right now. This isn’t exactly the best time to strike.
Lin Dongming figured he’d wait a few days and find another chance to go mess with Du Yuanfeng’s lackeys. Better to kill the problem before it sprouts.
“Since I took the money, I better deal with the danger before it becomes a real problem.” But clearly, these few days weren’t the right time. He’d have to wait until the whole Hong Xing situation died down.
Knowing Hong Xing, he’d definitely go crying to his elder father. Without any leads, they’d probably just tighten security and spread some “stay alert” notices among the Du Yuanfeng crew.
Lin Dongming stepped outside and flew by sword to the waterfall area from the night before—White Zhiqing was already there.
“Well well, someone’s late today,” the little fox said with a cheeky grin, way more friendly than when they’d first met.
“I slept in and came right after I woke up,” Lin Dongming said casually. “This spot’s got faster cultivation speed. I want to power up as much as I can before the Cangzhou trial.”
“Nice, ambitious.” White Zhiqing blinked mischievously. “Senior Lin, your cultivation feels stronger than last night… Had a breakthrough?”
Lin Dongming paused, then decided to stay honest: “Your senses are scary sharp. You could tell just from the spiritual energy around me. That talent must help with your training, huh?”
“So you’re not denying it,” she smirked.
“I went and swallowed some thunder last night. Absorbed some of that Thunder Dragon’s lightning force into my body,” he nodded. “It’s a bit of a crazy body-forging method. Don’t try it unless you’re confident—you could easily get hurt or die.”
“You used lightning from a Thunder Dragon in the fusion stage?!” White Zhiqing stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “Are you insane?!”
“I picked the weakest one,” he shrugged. “I’m very fond of staying alive.”
“…Still sounds doable though,” White Zhiqing gave him a once-over. “If it’s mainly for body refining and the boost to cultivation is just a bonus—and it’s already that effective—then I’m trying it too.”
Lin Dongming’s eye twitched: “Did you just ignore the part where I said it’s very, very dangerous?”
“I heard you,” she said nonchalantly. “But if you could do it, I probably can too, right?”
He let out a long sigh: “You’re not exactly some helpless little princess. After what happened recently, I guess you’ve made that clear. And Elder Tuoba isn’t always in your corner either. I get it—you want to get stronger fast.”
“Exactly.” She smiled.
“Fine,” he sighed again. “If you’re really gonna do this, take me with you. I’ll split the lightning force with you when needed.”
After all, protecting her was part of his job. Failing just because she fried herself would be way too dumb.
“Really? Thanks, Senior Lin,” White Zhiqing seemed a bit surprised. “No wonder the girls in the sect are into you.”
“Of course I’m serious,” he said. “I keep my word.”
“So Senior Han didn’t fall for you, huh? That’s rare,” White Zhiqing teased again. “Or… maybe she’s regretting it now?”
Lin Dongming ignored her teasing and sat down to meditate. “Who knows? Rich girls who’ve never taken a hit from life usually think they’re invincible… until someone comes along and humbles them.”
For some reason, he got the feeling White Zhiqing really minded Han Xiangjun. Like yesterday, when Han was around, she deliberately leaned closer to him to show intimacy.
“Maybe that someone is you?” White Zhiqing grinned.
“Probably not,” Lin Dongming closed his eyes. “You’re more like it.”
“I saw it, you know,” White Zhiqing whispered. “Han Xiangjun clinging to you at the Artifact Refining Peak.”
A bead of sweat slid down Lin Dongming’s temple. “Did you now? How unfortunate.”
And right then, Han Xiangjun stepped into view.
“Speak of the devil,” White Zhiqing glanced toward the edge of her vision. “What a ‘coincidence.’”
Even though Han Xiangjun was still a bit away, Lin Dongming was already feeling awkward. Why the hell is she here?
Before Han could say anything, White Zhiqing beat her to it. “What brings you here, Senior Han?”
“This isn’t some elder’s private courtyard, is it?” Han Xiangjun picked up on the jab in White Zhiqing’s tone right away.
“Nope,” White Zhiqing shook her head. “But Senior Han never used to come here, right? What wind blew you over?”
“The spiritual energy here is dense, and the Thunder Dragon’s night patrol makes it ideal for cultivation. Problem?” Han’s eyes glinted with a hint of annoyance.
But White Zhiqing looked even more pleased, like Han’s irritation was her fuel. “Got it. Then take your time. I’m going to ask Senior Lin a few more cultivation tips.”
She then moved right up next to Lin Dongming. “Senior Lin, that technique you just mentioned to speed up cultivation sounds really useful. Mind explaining it in more detail~?”
Lin Dongming: “…………” Her tone gave him goosebumps.
And she deliberately leaned in super close—not just her face, but her chest was pressed right against his.
If he didn’t have a strict “Don’t fall for the client, and definitely don’t let the client fall for you” rule, he might’ve already had a reaction.
Sure enough, he soon felt a sharp glare coming from the side—one with a faint hint of jealousy.