The No.1 Undercover in the Immortal World-Chapter 137: Holding a Sharp Weapon, the Urge to Kill Arises

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Holding a Sharp Weapon, the Urge to Kill Arises

In Lin Yu’s small courtyard, four people were seated around a square table.

On the table was an array of three meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and one soup; to entertain her honored guests, Lin Yu had certainly gone all out.

Yet the atmosphere was still somewhat heavy. Hu Yuling was amiable enough, but being a great cultivator, everyone behaved more reservedly around her.

And a more significant reason was Wang Wanqiu’s early departure.

Lin Yu didn’t know why Wang Wanqiu had suddenly left without saying a word, and felt somewhat displeased, contemplating what Wang Wanqiu might be up to.

Lin Yun, privy to the inside story, was now a callous eater.

All the dishes included chili peppers, and Lin Yun enjoyed them immensely.

Zhao Lingyu, on the other hand, suffered. With her cultivation level, she had practiced the art of fasting and was already capable of it.

The essence of eating was simply to provide the energy required by the body, and once at the Foundation Establishment stage, cultivators could replace food with spiritual energy as their source of sustenance. Though not as efficient as eating, it demonstrated the prestige of cultivators above the Foundation Establishment level.

Food leaves residues, which the body naturally expels, and hence, even a fairy-like cultivator would need to attend to nature’s call. Thus, once female cultivators reach Foundation Establishment, they usually practice fasting, and with prolonged abstinence, their bodies exude a fragrant scent.

Zhao Lingyu had grown accustomed to fasting, but the spread on the table was prepared by Lin Yun’s mother, and even Elder Hu had partaken. Would it not be rude for her to abstain?

If she wanted to win over Lin Yun, not eating would certainly count against her.

With no other choice, she too ate.

So what if eating leads to a bit of diarrhea? It’s not like I haven’t been through it before, I’ll endure!

But why, oh why, did they have to put so much chili in the dishes?

Just the smell alone was suffocating enough, let alone actually eating it...

Zhao Lingyu’s scalp tingled, but seeing how Lin Yun seemed to relish the meal, she endured once again.

A little patience is crucial to grand schemes, I aim to be an empress!

Lin Yun: "???"

It’s just dinner, why are you acting as if you’re heroically sacrificing yourself?

Lin Yu hadn’t noticed the exchange of glances between Zhao Lingyu and Lin Yun as she was deep in thought. After mulling it over for a while, she finally spoke up, "You’re going to the Sword Sect this afternoon, can you take me with you?"

She wanted to check on Wang Wanqiu and also find her own master, then mediate the situation on behalf of Lin Yun regarding his departure from the sect.

She supported Lin Yun leaving the Sword Sect, but it wasn’t exactly something the sect could be proud of. If someone could mediate and prevent any bad blood, that would be best.

Otherwise, if both sides became enemies and conflicts arose in the future, she would not feel comfortable regardless of who lost or won.

Lin Yun did not immediately agree but looked to Elder Hu instead.

Hu Yuling casually said, "Of course, you were once a disciple of the Sword Sect, it would be good to go and say your goodbyes."

Lin Yu: "..."

Why does it sound like she’s suggesting that I’m going to defect from the sect with them?

Meanwhile, while Lin Yun was busily eating, Wang Wanqiu had already returned to the Sword Sect and visited her master’s teacher, Elder Ming Xin, who was also Lin Yu’s master.

Elder Ming Xin’s residence was on Green Bamboo Peak, which was to the right of Sword Peak. It was covered in dense bamboo, and Ming Xin had built a bamboo hut amidst the forest, exuding an air of a recluse.

When Wang Wanqiu saw Ming Xin, he was slowly practicing his swordplay, a wisp of his white hair fluttering in the breeze, in fact adding to his immortal aura.

Unlike female cultivators, male cultivators generally do not waste spiritual power to maintain a youthful appearance. Instead, they prefer the look of middle age, and a touch of white hair only adds to their charm. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Feeling Wang Wanqiu’s arrival, Ming Xin didn’t stop his movements and finished the sword routine smoothly before sheathing his sword and looked at Wang Wanqiu, who had been waiting, and asked, "What brings you here?"

Wang Wan Qiu clasped her hands and bowed, then said, "Disciple has a question for Grandmaster."

"About your Master?"

Ming Xin saw through Wang Wan Qiu’s intentions at a glance.

Wang Wan Qiu did not deny it and nodded her head.

Ming Xin then took out a cloth and began wiping the sword in her hand, saying as she did so, "After so many years, why choose to ask today?"

"Because it is only today that doubts have arisen."

"Doubts about what?"

Wang Wan Qiu knew Ming Xin was playing dumb.

Lin Yu was Ming Xin’s most outstanding disciple. After Lin Yu’s incident, Ming Xin had not taken on any other disciples, but she had taken quite good care of her, the granddaughter. Wang Wan Qiu held Elder Ming Xin in great esteem.

But now, Wang Wan Qiu’s feelings were complex.

Ming Xin couldn’t possibly have done nothing and not conducted any investigation after Lin Yu’s mishap.

If that were the case, why not just tell the truth? Pretending ignorance only suggested that there was more to the story.

"What exactly happened to my master back then, how did she get injured?"

As Wang Wan Qiu said this, Ming Xin suddenly turned her head, her eyes brimming with sharpness, putting great pressure on Wang Wan Qiu. However, Wan Qiu did not lower her head; she met Ming Xin’s gaze, and between their four eyes, it seemed like there was a flash of swords and shadows.

Time seemed to have stopped. Wang Wan Qiu felt like there was a sword pointing at her brow, that if she did not back down, death would be the only outcome.

Just before Wang Wan Qiu nearly collapsed, Ming Xin finally drew back her imposing aura.

Wang Wan Qiu gasped for air. An Upper Realm Cultivator, with just one look, could crush her.

However, the blow to her heart was much greater than the damage inflicted by that look.

If her master had really been plotted against by a Demonic Cult Fiend, why would Ming Xin behave like this?

Ming Xin’s reluctance to speak only confirmed Lin Yun’s speculation.

There were already some evidence that supported it. Elders from the Eight Tones Temple and Li Fire Divine Palace had wanted to take Lin Yun as a disciple, and later on, Lin Yun had been fought over by the Green Lotus Sect and Shenxiao Sect, proof enough of his exceptional talent.

For such a disciple to be sent on an undercover mission, could it be that Sword Sect was so blind to his talent?

Even if Lin Yun’s talent was ordinary, he was recommended by Lin Yu. Why didn’t Ming Xin protect Lin Yun back then, not knowing that undercover missions were fraught with deadly risks?

In that moment, Wang Wan Qiu realized why Lin Yu hadn’t returned to Sword Sect after coming back once three years ago.

The cover-up of everything was slowly being revealed, and what made Wang Wan Qiu even more pained was that her revered Grandmaster seemed to have accepted all of it.

"Your master was injured by a Demonic Cult Fiend; Sect Master personally told me this back then," Ming Xin finally said, but her explanation could no longer convince Wang Wan Qiu.

"Since Sect Master knows the inside story, then I, as a disciple, will go to Sect Master," Wang Wan Qiu said.

Wang Wan Qiu did not notice that when she spoke these words, she had already let slip some killing intent.

This was what Lin Yun had anticipated, that holding a weapon would naturally lead to the rise of a killing intent.

However, he had not expected Wang Wan Qiu to be so fierce, directly aiming for the head of Sword Sect.

I, Lin Yun, would call you the fiercest.

But Wang Wan Qiu had only taken three steps after turning around when a sword light struck from behind...