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Join the ServerChu Huaizhou recalled what she had told him about her treatment at home.
Meng Yinlu was the child of a concubine.
Ever since she was born, she barely spoke and was incredibly dull-witted. When she focused on something, no matter how loudly others called, she wouldn’t hear.
Coincidentally, after her birth, the Meng family’s business had taken a downturn.
Her family often whispered behind her back, calling her a jinx.
Chu Huaizhou understood everything now. He looked down at Meng Yinlu.
Her small face was full of shock.
She looked up to meet his eyes, intending to force a reassuring smile.
But tears spilled over instead, snow and tears mingling to wet her cheeks.
“Honorable immortal, please understand!”
Master Meng suddenly rushed over and grabbed his sleeve.
“My daughter’s fate is special; we had no choice but to…”
Chu Huaizhou flicked his sleeve, sending the man staggering back. Under the terrified gazes of the crowd, he knelt on one knee.
He gently wiped the tears from Meng Yinlu’s face, only to find more flowing.
It was clear how much this experience had hurt her as a child.
Chu Huaizhou asked as calmly as he could:
“Yinlu, would you be willing to become my disciple and follow me to seek immortality?”
Even though he already had two disciples at home and was barely making ends meet, he still said this, making a great resolve.
“Imm… Immortal? Does my daughter have some special quality?”
The head of the Meng family, hearing this, seemed to wake from a dream.
Looking at Chu Huaizhou, who appeared like an immortal with the sharp aura of a drawn sword, he guessed his youngest daughter wasn’t a jinx but a genius of extraordinary talent.
Instinct told him there must be a great opportunity.
He had just begun to voice a few words of persuasion when—
At that moment, a fierce sword aura extinguished all the red lanterns in the courtyard.
The noisy crowd immediately fell silent, none daring to move.
On the snowy ground, Meng Yinlu’s shadow gave a slight nod, like a wild blade of grass finally uprooted.
“…I want to be your disciple!”
She forced a smile, but it was uglier than crying.
When Chu Huaizhou picked her up, he heard a rustling from her clothes.
It was that withered leaf she had never been able to reach, now secretly tucked close to her heart.
Then he flew away on his sword.
“Immortal, wait!” Master Meng chased after them, but Chu Huaizhou formed a sword gesture with his fingers.
A cold light split the red silk scattered across the ground.
Amid Meng Yinlu’s suppressed sobs, his figure, riding the sword, cut through the leaden sky.
Like a sword drawn from its sheath.
Just then, Chu Huaizhou was surprised to hear the system’s chime again.
Meng Yinlu possessed two innate talents: Glass Sword Heart and Dao Origin Resonance.
Glass Sword Heart meant she could enter a state of perfect clarity when doing something, highly focused and not easily disturbed.
Dao Origin Resonance, as the name suggested, meant she was naturally attuned to the Great Dao.
In matters of cultivation involving the Dao, her progress would be incredibly fast.
And now…
The small, pitiful Meng Yinlu from his memories overlapped with the one now lying in his arms, docile as a kitten.
What a sin!
Meng Yinlu, unaware of his thoughts, still had her arms around his waist. No longer the malnourished girl of before, her graceful figure pressed against him.
She rubbed her face back and forth against his chin, stirring his heart.
Ah, thinking back to the memory of that adorable, clumsy disciple who needed care and affection.
Chu Huaizhou sighed. He still couldn’t go along with this.
After all, since losing his memory, he had undergone many trials. He wouldn’t be so easily bewitched.
Taking a deep breath, he activated the Profound Firmament Mind Art to its fullest, regaining most of his clarity and forcibly suppressing the agitation in his heart.
Chu Huaizhou sat up abruptly and pushed Meng Yinlu away slightly.
Meng Yinlu still wore that cold expression, but a trace of barely noticeable panic flickered in her eyes.
She seemed to be wondering why the scene wasn’t unfolding as she had imagined.
Still, she steeled herself and continued speaking.
“Master, little Yinlu really likes it when you do that.”
The black antenna on her head stood straight up, trembling constantly.
Despite her cool expression, she was actually very excited.
At that moment, as Chu Huaizhou sat up, his peripheral vision caught a book hidden in the corner of the bed.
Its title read: “The Unspoken Affairs of a Domineering Cultivator and His s*ave.”
A gust of wind from his movement flipped through the pages.
It stopped on a certain page.
He knew at once it was a book Bai Li, that little fox, had been reading.
Chu Huaizhou could even picture her in fox form, lying on the bed reading, one paw holding the book still, another turning pages, her face flushed, her nine tails wagging furiously.
She had dared to hide this in his bed. Anyone would think he liked reading it.
Chu Huaizhou glanced at the content and found it oddly familiar.
Wait, the words here matched exactly what Yinlu had said!
Suddenly, understanding dawned.
“Ahhh, Master, what’s wrong? Did little Yinlu do something wrong?”
Even Meng Yinlu, usually so cool, couldn’t help but blush as she said these words.
Chu Huaizhou spoke in disbelief:
“You did very well. So now, beg me.”
Hearing this, Meng Yinlu’s eyes lit up.
She thought: ‘So the script in the book really works! Master followed it exactly.’
She cleared her throat, ready to continue.
But Chu Huaizhou suddenly turned and covered her mouth.
“Mm?”
“Alright, Yinlu… Little Bao, stop.”
“Were you acting out a script from that book? And you realized I lost my memory?”
Chu Huaizhou removed his hand, signaling her to speak.
Meng Yinlu froze at his words. Her dreamy gaze cleared.
“Huh? Master, when did you lose your memory?”
She blinked her big eyes, then guiltily turned away.
Her legs pressed together in an inward bow, squirming.
Her hands fidgeted, rubbing together nervously.
Seeing this, Chu Huaizhou knew she was lying.
This little girl really had moments of cleverness.
She had sensed his amnesia and staged this whole act.
No wonder he had thought: ‘How could I ever lay a hand on Yinlu?’
How could he even bring himself to?
And besides, what kind of person would recite a script word for word in such a scenario?
Not only was it completely out of character, but there was no way he would let his beloved disciple call him ‘master’ in that context.
Too perverted.
All these clues made Chu Huaizhou suspect something was off.
And he successfully saw through his third disciple’s scheme.
Haji Bai, you little rascal. You’re getting a big credit today.
From now on, when she secretly reads those unhealthy banned books, Chu Huaizhou won’t pretend not to notice and confiscate them the next day.
Then he’ll watch with amusement as Bai Li panics but dares not say a word.
She’ll have to wipe away tears alone in a corner where no one can see.
But… why did this child also have such feelings for him?
Chu Huaizhou looked at Meng Yinlu sitting on his lap in a 鸭子坐 (duck-sitting) position, feeling a headache coming on.
He hadn’t expected his last snug little padded jacket to also be letting in the cold wind.
“Alright, Yinlu, please get up first. Sitting like this… is not appropriate.”
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