Simultaneous Time Travel: Living in the Primordial World, Freebies Welcome!

Huiyan Tower, Room No. 1 (Heavenly Class).

Steam rose, and water vapor swirled.

Behind the screen, two graceful figures laughed and played in the water.

Splash—

Yilin stretched out her fair hand and gently splashed water to wash away the dust. A satisfied smile appeared on her pretty face, which was as smooth as a pebble.

"Hehehe... I'm all clean now, it feels so good!"

Yilin chuckled, picked up a towel to dry her bald head, looked up and saw Yue Lingshan tidying up her long black hair, and eagerly volunteered:

"Sister Lingshan, let me help you dry your hair!"

Yue Lingshan naturally wouldn't refuse, letting Yilin wipe her hair, repeatedly instructing, "Junior Sister Yilin, a simple wipe is fine, no need to go to so much trouble. I'll use my internal energy to shake it dry in a bit!"

Yilin blinked her big, bright eyes, looking at Yue Lingshan with admiration. She touched her bald head and grinned foolishly, "Wow! Looks like it's more convenient for me this way!"

Yue Lingshan was stunned and couldn't say anything for a moment!

never mind!

It's impossible to communicate with a woman who has no hair!

At a time like this, saying anything is pointless!

This girl will just launch a sneak attack!

"Ouch, Sister Lingshan, stop tickling me..."

"Hahaha... If you don't let go, I'll scratch you too!"

"Come on! Who's afraid of who... Hey, don't touch me like that!"

"Oh dear, Sister Lingshan, you can't do that..."

"..."

Laughter and cheerful voices filled the room, punctuated by occasional exclamations. Two energetic figures engaged in a lively back-and-forth exchange, creating a warm and joyful atmosphere.

Just as the two were having a good time, anxious calls drifted faintly through the window from the street outside:

"Yilin...Yilin...Yilin, where are you?"

The two people who were fighting inside stopped at the same time.

Yilin's bright, sparkling eyes widened slightly, then narrowed into slits with a smile. "Oh, it's Master!"

Yue Lingshan was slightly taken aback, and then she realized what was happening.

"Is that Uncle-Master Dingyi?"

"You can't keep fooling around like that!"

The two tacitly released each other's vital points and hurriedly began searching for their clothes.

Yue Lingshan raised an eyebrow and, taking advantage of the moment she turned her head, lightly stomped her foot, the force rising from the ground and reaching the tips of her hair.

The wet hair was instantly shaken to release a layer of mist. With a casual wave of the hand, the palm wind dispersed the moisture, and the black hair instantly returned to a dry and flowing state.

The two quickly changed their clothes and, as if on the same wavelength, held hands and headed towards the private room in the attic where Qian Chen was.

Upon arriving at the attic, I saw a complete mess.

Yue Lingshan frowned and quickly walked into the house.

Look around.

Lin Pingzhi stood to one side with his hands at his sides, while his young master sat upright in the main seat, smiling as he drank alone.

Behind them, on the wall, was a familiar-looking old man, his face ashen, impaled on a sword.

Yue Lingshan released Yilin's hand, walked slowly to Qian Chen's side, and curtsied, "This servant is late, please forgive me, young master."

Qian Chen nodded slightly and smiled, "It's not late, it's not late. Ling Shan, you've come back just in time."

"Please take a seat! If all goes well, a few old friends of yours should be arriving soon..."

Yue Lingshan smiled and said, "This servant thanks you, young master."

As she spoke, she beckoned to Yilin and patted the stool next to her: "Yilin, come and sit next to me!"

Yilin waved her hands repeatedly, blushing as she declined, "Thank you for your kindness, Sister Lingshan, but I won't sit down. I just heard my master calling me from outside, and I must hurry to find her so she won't worry about me."

After speaking, she took a deep breath and looked at Qian Chen in the main seat with her beautiful eyes. The young girl's innocent heart was inevitably touched. She put her hands together and bowed, saying, "Brother Qian, I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace. After I have seen my master and learned about my experience of this ordeal, I will come back to thank you again."

Qian Chen waved his hand, "It is only right to help those in need. This is a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

"However, if Yilin wants to find Master Dingyi, she doesn't need to leave. Just wait a little while, and your master will naturally come to your door, saving you the trouble of traveling back and forth."

Yilin was taken aback upon hearing this. Her rosy lips parted slightly, and she was skeptical of what Qian Chen said. However, looking into his sincere eyes and feeling a certain unspoken, innocent flutter in her heart, she nodded in agreement: "Then I will follow Brother Qian's arrangement. Yilin will wait here for Master."

Yue Lingshan jumped up with joy, grabbed Yilin's small hand, and affectionately linked arms with her. "That's right. Uncle Dingyi is also in Hengshan City right now. Junior Sister, there's no need to rush. Come and have something to eat first."

Yilin stopped refusing and sat down with Yue Lingshan.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea has passed.

A large crowd suddenly surged into the outside of Huiyan Tower.

The person leading the way was none other than Chi Baicheng, who had fled to seek help earlier. The group of people following behind him were dressed in various styles, including Taoist priests, nuns, and warriors in tight-fitting clothes. Each of them held a weapon, forming a dense crowd that completely surrounded the Huiyan Tower.

Chi Baicheng pointed to Huiyan Tower and bowed to the old Taoist priest behind him, reporting, "Master, that group of thieves from the Fuwei Escort Agency are inside Huiyan Tower!"

"Uncle-Master Tiansong is currently dragging them along by himself, and the missing junior sister from Hengshan Sect is also nowhere to be found. I'm afraid she's in grave danger."

Before he could finish speaking...

Then a loud shout suddenly rang out from the street.

"What a bunch of wicked cultists! How incredibly arrogant they are!"

A red-faced Taoist priest with a fierce look and long beard, dressed in a Taoist robe, jumped out from the crowd. He carried a strange black iron sword and was none other than Tianmen Taoist Priest, the leader of the Taishan Sect.

He turned around and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to a short, stout figure, and said in a deep voice, "Sect Leader Yu, your Qingcheng Sect has also been harmed by the Fuwei Escort Agency. Later, we will need to ask Sect Leader Yu to come forward and make accusations so that everyone knows that we have come to deal with the cronies of the Sun Moon Demonic Sect, so that our friends in the martial arts world will not misunderstand and think that we are bullying the weak with numbers and have no sense of chivalry."

Yu Canghai's face was slightly pale, clearly Qian Chen's half-finished Heart-Shattering Palm had not made him feel well. His short, stout body was wrapped in a green robe, and his eyes were sinister as he looked at Huiyan Tower. "It is my duty to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, and I cannot shirk it."

"What's more, the Fuwei Escort Agency colluded with the Sun Moon Demonic Sect to kill my disciples! My poor son, Renyan, was only trying to stand up for justice when he was murdered by the young head of the Fuwei Escort Agency and a group of villains. He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief!"

Master Tianmen was known for his strong sense of justice and fiery temper. Upon hearing Yu Canghai's words, he could no longer contain his anger.

"The Fuwei Escort Agency! They are utterly despicable!"

"The Heavenly Gate of the Mount Tai Sect is here; who dares to come and face death?"

Master Tianmen reached out and grabbed, and with a clang, the black longsword was drawn from its sheath, causing a long, resonant sword aura.

The martial arts heroes who were watching only saw a blur before their eyes, and there was no trace of Master Tianmen left. They had already drawn their swords and rushed into Huiyan Tower...