Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

During the treatment, Lin Mo was very restrained and did not make any unnecessary movements from beginning to end.

Even after the silver needles were pulled out, his fingertips didn't linger on Su Qing's skin for even a second longer.

The incident with Lin Qingyue in the kitchen was still fresh in his mind, and he felt really embarrassed in front of Su Qing.

"Alright, Auntie. Your body has almost fully recovered, and the intensity of future treatments will be much lower."

He put the silver needles back into the needle case one by one.

"Is that all?"

Su Qing turned her head to look at him, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

In the past, after each treatment, Lin Mo would always use his internal energy to push her to an indescribable peak. It felt like her soul was being pulled out of her body and then pieced back together in the clouds. It was the only light in her dark days over the past two years.

But today there was nothing. Once the needle was pulled out, it was all over.

"Yes, future treatments will be shorter and shorter."

"...I see."

Su Qing nodded, lowered her eyelashes, and carefully hid the untimely disappointment under her eyelids.

"Auntie, I'm leaving now."

"Okay, I'll take you."

Su Qing propped herself up on her arms and tried to get out of bed.

Lin Mo waved his hand:

"No need, you can send it to me when it's convenient for you later."

Lin Mo pushed open the door and went out. Lin Qingyue, who was leaning against the corridor wall, immediately stood up straight to greet him:

"it's over?"

"Um."

"Why so fast today?"

"Your mother's illness has almost fully recovered, and the recovery time will become shorter and shorter in the future."

"Thank you, brother."

"You're welcome. I'm leaving now. Go take care of your mother."

"I'll see you off."

"No."

Lin Mo reached out and gently patted the bridge pier, then turned and went downstairs.

Lin Qingyue stood in the corridor watching his figure disappear around the corner of the stairs before pushing open the door and going inside.

Su Qing was still sitting on the bed, in the same position as before, her gaze fixed on an unknown distance outside the window, as if she was looking at something but also not looking at anything at all.

Lin Qingyue walked to the bedside, tilted her head, and glanced at her:

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"fine."

Su Qing snapped out of her daze and shook her head.

"Oh, Mom, go rest in my bed. I'll tidy up here."

"No need, the bed isn't dirty today."

Lin Qingyue was slightly taken aback, but soon her expression changed rapidly as if she had thought of something.

Su Qing saw this and her brows furrowed as well:

"What's wrong?"

"No...it's nothing."

Lin Qingyue quickly shook her head, forced a smile, and changed the subject.

"Mom, let me help you with your rehabilitation."

"it is good."

The two walked back and forth in the house for more than ten minutes. Su Qing supported her daughter's arm, and her steps were much more steady than a few days ago.

Lin Qingyue suddenly spoke, her tone as if asking casually:

"Mom, what do you think of Lin Mo?"

"That's great. Talented, handsome, very good. Perfect for you."

"So...Mom, do you like him?"

Lin Qingyue's voice remained casual, but her gaze was fixed on the wall in front of her.

Su Qing paused for a moment, then continued walking forward, her voice rising a notch:

"Yes, I like him, but not in the way you young people like. It's my liking for my future son-in-law."

"Really? But I feel like he might have feelings for you!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! I'm already so old, how could he possibly like me? Qingyue, don't think like that."

Su Qing felt a burning sensation from her ears to her neck.

"I'm not lying. Mom, Lin Mo doesn't like me, and I don't like him either. There's no future for us. So, you don't need to worry about me."

"That's not appropriate either, considering the age difference..."

Su Qing's words trailed off, her confidence clearly having waned considerably.

It's impossible for her to say she has no feelings for Lin Mo.

After such a long period of contact and living together day and night, he was pulled out of his pain day after day, and that block of ice had long since melted.

"Age is not a problem. Mom, you already look young. If you didn't say you were young, everyone would say you're only thirty."

"That won't work either, since he's your classmate."

Su Qing was still making a last-ditch effort.

"Mom, Lin Mo has helped us so much, we don't have much to give back to him. If you like him, I hope you can be with him."

Lin Qingyue's voice finally showed some fluctuation, but it was quickly suppressed.

"Okay, Mom, let's rest for a while."

Before Su Qing could reply, she changed the subject, afraid of hearing a heartbreaking answer.

World One, the Council Hall of the Hehuan Sect.

Hongling sat in the head seat, her fingertips twirling the lid of her teacup, gently skimming off the foam, but not bringing it to her lips.

Seated on either side of the hall were the stewards of the Internal Affairs Hall, the Law Enforcement Hall, and the Outer Gate, totaling more than a dozen people. Normally, they would all be the loudest in the council hall, but now they were so quiet that only the soft clinking of teacups could be heard.

The poisonous fog in the scripture pavilion and alchemy room has dissipated, and the blockade has been lifted, but the vegetation within a radius of 500 paces is still wilting.

A deputy from the Enforcement Hall stood in the center of the hall, holding a folded ledger in his hands, reading out the results of the damage assessment item by item. The secret manuals stored in the Scripture Pavilion, along with the bookshelves and the books themselves, were all gone, not a single piece of paper was left.

The elder who guarded the library, along with three disciples on duty, disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead, and there were no signs of a struggle inside the library.

As for the pill room, the pills that were just replenished last time are empty again, and two inner disciples have gone missing, just like the situation in the scripture pavilion.

After he finished reading, the hall was quiet for a moment.

Hongling placed the teacup on the table, her gaze sweeping over everyone's faces:

"The thugs have been quiet these past few days, do you think things have calmed down?"

No one dared to answer.

She gave a cold laugh, her voice not loud, but every word was clear:

"The quieter the situation, the more we keep an eye on things from the shadows. We entered the Scripture Pavilion and the Alchemy Room twice in a row as if they were empty, and even Elder Bai was nowhere to be found."

Elder Bai's cultivation level was at least second-rate, yet he was kidnapped along with his book without saying a word. Doesn't that say something?

Although the two attacks used different poisons, they were likely carried out by the same person.

Secret manuals, elixirs, and an ever-growing appetite.

Now that the books and medicine are gone, what's next?

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, and one of the outer gatekeepers couldn't help but speak up:

"What does the sect leader mean?"

"Furnace Pavilion".

As Hong Ling uttered two words, the temperature in the entire council hall seemed to drop several degrees: "What is the identity of the one imprisoned in the furnace pavilion? He is a person with an innate Xuan Yin physique who was specially captured by the sect leader before he went into seclusion."

The sect leader had meticulously planned for this furnace for several years, waiting for the day she emerged from seclusion so he could use her to break through his bottleneck.

"If you allow this man to destroy the furnace pavilion, the day the sect leader emerges from seclusion will be the day all of us lose our heads."

After she finished speaking, even the head of the Enforcement Hall, who was standing the straightest, lowered his head slightly.

Hongling stopped looking at them, pulled out a pre-written deployment booklet from her sleeve, and threw it on the table:

"Starting today, the Internal Affairs Hall and the Enforcement Hall will each allocate half of their personnel to set up three lines of defense around the Furnace Pavilion. Regardless of day or night, there must be no fewer than five skilled individuals of at least third-rate rank on duty at any time, with shifts changing every two hours. In addition, starting thirty paces from the stone gate of the Furnace Pavilion, four hidden sentries will be stationed, using secret signals when changing shifts, with the password changing daily."

She turned the page and continued:

"As for the Scripture Pavilion and the Alchemy Room, the thieves may not come again, but we still have to be on guard. From today onwards, these two places will be designated as bait areas."

Select several medicine jars in the alchemy room, and mix half of them with poison.

Whether he was poisoned or frightened away, as long as he dared to come, he would always leave a trace.

Second! Install poisonous traps under the medicine shelves, in floor cracks, on door hinges, and in window frames—everywhere he might touch them. One touch and he's done for!

The head of the Enforcement Hall bowed respectfully.

"Yes, Master!"