Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

Chapter 69 From the wolf's den to the tiger's lair [Please continue reading]

"etc!"

Ma Rou's face was still flushed, and her breathing had not yet fully calmed down.

Her eyes had turned cold, and she warned, "About today's events..."

Ma Rou looked at him and said, word by word:

"What happens in bed, everything you see, hear, and touch, you keep to yourself."

She lowered her voice by half an octave: "And that Zhao Ling. If she dares to utter a single word, neither of you will survive."

Li Tianran, carrying Zhao Ling on his back, glanced at her sideways and said, "Disciple understands."

"You don't understand."

"I am not discussing this with you; I am informing you."

"Did you understand?"

"I understand."

Hearing this, Ma Rou said with relief, "Go ahead."

Li Tianran didn't say another word.

He carried Zhao Ling on his back, turned around, and walked out of the cave.

The stone door slowly closed behind us.

The chill seeped into his skin through his robes; his back was covered in sweat, and the cold wind made him shiver.

Li Tianran didn't stop, carrying Zhao Ling down the stone steps.

We didn't encounter any Bloodfang Valley disciples along the way.

He walked all the way to the edge of Bloodfang Valley, to the fork in the road leading to the foot of the mountain, before putting Zhao Ling down.

Zhao Ling leaned against the stone wall, her eyes closed, her breathing even.

Li Tianran squatted down and patted her face: "Zhao Ling."

no response.

He patted it again, this time with more force: "Zhao Ling!"

Zhao Ling's eyelashes trembled, her brows furrowed, and she mumbled something indistinctly.

Li Tianran reached out and pinched her philtrum, pressing hard.

"hiss,"

Zhao Ling suddenly opened her eyes, instinctively shrinking back, her hand already touching the short knife at her waist.

Only after recognizing Li Tianran did she release her hand from the hilt of the knife.

"...What's going on?"

She rubbed the back of her neck, a pained expression on her face.

"Why does the back of my neck hurt so much... Where is Steward Ma? She..."

"Don't ask yet."

Li Tianran stood up and helped her up as well.

"Go down the mountain first."

"Go down the mountain?"

Zhao Ling paused for a moment, looked at the gray fog, and then at him.

"Now?"

"right!"

Li Tianran had already turned and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Ling paused for a moment, then followed.

"Wait, explain yourself first. How did you offend Steward Ma? And how did you get me out of her bed?"

Li Tianran kept his head down and sped forward.

Zhao Ling caught up with him and stood beside him, her expression changing from confusion to indifference.

"Did you make some kind of deal with her?"

Li Tianran did not answer.

He walked quickly, the gray mist swirling around him, the stone steps slippery, yet he treaded each step steadily.

Zhao Ling also realized the problem and followed without saying a word.

The two walked down the stone steps, and the gray fog gradually thinned.

When they were almost at the foot of the mountain, Li Tianran suddenly stopped.

A person stood in the gray fog ahead.

No, it's not standing, it's floating.

She hovered in mid-air, her wide crimson robe fluttering in the gray mist.

Her neckline was open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white flesh, which was tightly bound by a dark red strapless top.

Her waist was incredibly narrow, and her waist-to-hip ratio was almost perfect.

Baby face.

Large breasts.

Two bare legs were exposed beneath the crimson robe, dazzlingly white.

Wang Yin!

Li Tianran sighed.

Wang Yin held a pill in her hand, smelled it, and then looked up at Li Tianran.

The baby had a "I've finally caught you" expression on its face.

"Li Tianran".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried far in the gray fog.

Where are you going?

Li Tianran paused, cursing inwardly, "Damn it, I just escaped one tiger's den, and now I'm in another."

"Uncle-Master Wang."

He forced a respectful expression onto his face.

"This disciple is just about to go to find you."

"Looking for me?"

Wang Yin tilted her head and landed barefoot on the stone steps from mid-air.

"I've been waiting for you for five days. No reply to my messages, and no one's in the cave. Where have you been hiding?"

"Disciple... assists Master in crafting puppets."

"Oh~"

Wang Yin took a step forward, her gaze passing over him and landing on Zhao Ling behind her.

"You two, heading down the mountain in the middle of the night? Looking for me?"

As she spoke, she turned her gaze away from Zhao Ling and onto Li Tianran's face, the corners of her mouth slowly curving upwards.

"You're not going to run away, are you?"

"This disciple dares not."

"That's good."

Wang Yin walked up to him, reached out and patted his chest with a light touch, the warmth of her palm seeping through his robes.

"You promised me a second round of drug trials, have you forgotten?"

"This disciple has not forgotten. However,"

"Just what?"

Wang Yin's hand slid from his chest to his shoulder, then down his arm, and finally stopped on the back of his hand.

"You have to keep your promises. I hate people who don't keep their word."

She spoke casually, but the pressure of her mid-Foundation Establishment stage had already locked Li Tianran's entire body.

Zhao Ling stood behind, without saying a word.

She looked at Li Tianran with a hint of worry and helplessness in her eyes.

There's something only the two of them understand: I'm leaving first.

Li Tianran understood.

She won't wait for him.

She will go down the mountain first.

This is their unspoken understanding.

"Uncle-Master Wang, this disciple is returning to my cave," Zhao Ling said respectfully, bowing her head.

Wang Yin waved her hand; she had no interest in Zhao Ling.

The only person she was interested in was Li Tianran.

"Let's go."

Wang Yin turned around and walked up the stone steps towards the mountain.

"Come back to Blood Cauldron Peak with me, to the alchemy room."

Li Tianran followed behind her, mentally cursing every ancestor he could think of.

He had just had a chance to escape when this woman caught him red-handed.

The second round of drug trials involved the hematopoietic pill, that awful thing that made his blood feel like it was on fire.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his agitation, and followed Wang Yin toward Blood Cauldron Peak.

As Li Tianran walked, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Just now in Ma Rou's cave, the voice of the female sect leader that suddenly appeared...

He had never heard of it before, but it sounded vaguely familiar.

It's not familiarity, it's the kind of feeling where you've never heard of it before, but it's as if you've heard it at some point in your memory, and there's a vague shadow of it overlapping with yours.

But he couldn't remember who it was at all.

Zhao Ling once said that apart from the three great stewards, very few people in the Blood Spirit Sect had ever seen the sect leader's true face.

Where does that sense of familiarity come from?

Li Tianran frowned and suppressed the thought for the time being.

But another thought couldn't be suppressed.

He felt something was wrong from the very beginning.

Ma Rou asked him to place array talismans inside the puppet's core in order to seize power from Han Laomo.

Old Demon Han is refining puppets; seek his assistance.

Wang Yin also wanted to use him as a test subject for drugs.

And then the mysterious sect leader suddenly appeared, and Shen Qing inexplicably disappeared.

I vaguely felt as if I was in a huge scheme.

However, he couldn't see or distinguish anything clearly; there was too little information.

The Blood Spirit Sect is definitely plotting something, and I am now at the center of the vortex.

No...

Li Tianran walked through the gray fog, watching Wang Yin's back in front of him, her hips swaying gently with each step.

Suddenly I understood.

I am a reusable consumable!

After Han Laomo used it, Ma Rou used it, and after Ma Rou used it, Wang Yin used it...