After infiltrating the main characters' group, I became the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Sweet or sour?" Su Ning asked him, blinking.

"Hmm...it's sweet." After tasting it, Lin Ci came to her conclusion.

The crisp sweetness of the sugar coating combined with the tartness of the hawthorn ultimately creates this candied hawthorn.

Since she didn't get to eat candied hawthorns last night, Su Ning naturally wanted to make sure the other person got to eat them today.

Of course, Su Ning took the first bite, but a whole hawthorn was too big, so she only took half a bite.

Before she could even take a bite of the remaining half, the young Taoist priest in his everyday clothes naturally took her hand, lowered his head, and put the half of the hawthorn coated in sugar into his mouth.

That's why I asked that question earlier.

"Are we eating the same candied hawthorn? Why is mine so sour?" Su Ning felt like there was something wrong with her sense of taste.

I quickly bit into a second one, but it was sour.

Su Ning disdainfully shoved the candied hawthorn into Lin Ci's hand, "Liar, I've given them all to you."

Lin Ci's gaze did not fall on the candied hawthorn, but instead on the girl's lips covered in sugar frosting, his eyes darkening.

Su Ning was still chewing on the hawthorn in her mouth when she was suddenly lightly pecked by someone. The person stuck out their tongue and swiped away the sugar frosting left on her lips.

"I'm not lying." His expression was serious, his dark pupils fixed on the other person without blinking. "It really...is very sweet."

Su Ning quickly covered her face. Oh dear, the little Taoist priest changed his clothes and looked like a completely different person.

"You mustn't say those words to any other woman today."

Su Ning glared at the other party, but she was like a kitten baring its teeth and claws, without any intimidation.

"Taihang Temple does not accept female disciples."

It means there were no other women around him.

Lin Ci didn't understand why the other person was glaring at him; he was just telling the truth.

You could say he's stubborn, yet he seems wise beyond his years; you could say he's clueless about romance, yet his romantic words are more precise than anyone else's.

If Su Ning were truly a sixteen-year-old girl in the throes of first love, how could she withstand such teasing?

She gave a soft hum and didn't say anything more, refusing to admit that his serious yet romantic manner was truly captivating.

Many thanks to Taihang Temple for raising such a precious child for her.

Su Ning didn't know where Lin Ci's Taoist robe had gone, but his clothes today suited her very well.

They were all moon-white, made of the finest silk and satin.

When Su Ning asked him in the morning, he only said that the shopkeeper had bought it for him.

It has to be said that the most important thing for an innkeeper is to be perceptive.

It was quite remarkable that he went out of his way to find clothes that matched her.

The young Taoist priest had a good physique, with sharp shoulders and back, a slender waist, and long legs. Coupled with the aloofness he exuded when he was serious, he was truly the one who attracted attention wherever he went.

If it weren't for his aloof demeanor and the extraordinary sword he carried on his back, those young ladies would probably have fallen into his arms one after another.

"Senior brother...is that Uncle-Master Lin?"

Two people in the crowd, also dressed as disciples of the Taihang Temple, noticed the two figures ahead.

Shen Huaizhen narrowed his eyes and affirmed, "That's right, that's Uncle-Master Lin."

Today is the second day of the martial arts tournament. Inspired by the young master of that building, Daoist Xuanyang has also allowed many of his disciples who are not serious about their cultivation to participate in the competition.

However, as a disciple of Xuan Yang Dao Ren, Shen Huaizhen was the most senior among them, second only to Lin Ci.

Therefore, he was the only one who knew about Xuan Yang Daoist's fury last night.

If it weren't for the late hour, Xuan Yang Daoist would have loved to go down the mountain himself to capture Lin Ci.

The disciples who had been knocked unconscious had already woken up. They didn't even know when Lin Ci had knocked them out, simply because the difference in strength was too great.

This morning, Shen Huaizhen received orders to come and arrest his "unorthodox" Uncle Lin.

As soon as he descended the mountain, he went straight to Qidao Temple, captured Qinghe, and made him his assistant.

Xuan Yang Daoist clearly did not want too many disciples to know what Lin Ci had done, but Shen Huaizhen alone was no match for Lin Ci. If the other party really wanted to leave, he could not stop him.

Therefore, Shen Huaizhen had only one goal: to find the other party and then appeal to their emotions and reason with them.

Kelingzhou City is not small. Although Lin Ci went to Qidao Temple last night, Qinghe does not know where he went afterward.

The two of them could only wander aimlessly through the city, hoping they would be lucky enough to bump into each other.

The good news is that they actually found it.

He then turned his gaze to Su Ning and asked Qing He, who was standing beside him, "Is that woman the same one from last night?"

Touching the familiar clothes, Qinghe nodded. "Yes, it's her."

The sun was about to set, and Lin Ci and Su Ning were already preparing to go back.

Unexpectedly, two disciples dressed in Taoist robes suddenly appeared and grabbed Lin Ci's legs without saying a word, one for each of them.

The two even used the same tactics in their tearful pleas: "Junior Uncle, please go back quickly."

Su Ning blinked as she watched the farce unfold before her, then looked at Lin Ci with a puzzled expression.

Lin Ci remained calm, noticing Su Ning's gaze, and turned to meet her eyes.

Surprisingly, Su Ning noticed a hint of embarrassment in the other person's expressionless eyes.

"What are you doing? Get up!"

Lin Ci's tone became slightly harsher, but the two of them still refused to let go.

Just as Lin Ci was about to make a move, Shen Huaizhen was the first to sense something was wrong. He quickly changed his target and grabbed Su Ning's leg.

"This must be my martial aunt. She is truly a beauty of unparalleled grace, possessing the beauty of a goddess."

Qinghe was already a step behind, and when he sensed his junior uncle's displeasure, he knew things were going badly and was already prepared to be kicked away.

But the moment Shen Huaizhen finished speaking, Lin Ci's displeasure vanished like the wind.

Su Ning looked down and met Shen Huaizhen's gaze. The other party was obviously stunned. Is this the woman that Junior Uncle likes?

"Wrong, I'm not your martial aunt." Su Ning chuckled.

Only Yu Xinglai could decipher Su Ning's disguise, so Su Ning still had the disguised face. She wasn't ugly, but she was definitely not as stunning as the Moon Goddess.

Shen Huaizhen took another careful look.

"Aren't you two going to let go?"

Shen Huaizhen and Qinghe only stood up after Lin Ci spoke.

The two men were meek and submissive, not daring to even glance at them.

"Are you here to find your junior uncle?" Su Ning asked.

The two nodded vigorously, but Shen Huaizhen spoke first, "Reporting to Aunt, Master, he..."

Shen Huaizhen glanced at Lin Ci again, unsure of what to say.

Although Su Ning denied the title of "Master Aunt," Shen Huaizhen, having served as Xuan Yang Daoist's eldest disciple for so many years, naturally knew that his junior master was very pleased with his words.

"You two go back. I will send her back and apologize to my senior uncle." Lin Ci's gaze swept over the two of them.

Once Lin Ci spoke, Shen Huaizhen considered her mission accomplished and quickly pulled Qinghe into the crowd.

Although he had just called on his martial aunt to atone for his sins, his act of clinging to her was genuine.

Shen Huaizhen dared not stay any longer.