After transmigrating into the body of the protagonist's childhood friend, he was targeted by a

But that's exactly what he wanted.

He didn't want to sleep with a lifeless dead person; he wanted Lin Zhixu to be awake.

She watched herself being helped onto the bed, fully aware of what was about to happen, yet powerless to stop it.

That's what makes it interesting.

He secretly increased the pressure on his hands, trying to pull the person towards the bed, his voice carrying a hint of barely suppressed urgency.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, you look tired. You should get some rest."

Lin Zhixu flung his hand away, staggered back two steps, and slammed his back against the wall.

A wave of intense heat was rapidly engulfing his limbs and bones, yet his consciousness became even calmer amidst the burning sensation.

He suddenly felt utterly bored.

Why, why do people have to resort to such despicable means to get what they want?

Wen Wuqing was one, and so was Yu Linzhou back then.

One of them said she liked him, but secretly drugged him.

One person says, "I'm doing this for your own good," but then turns around and pins him down on the couch.

These people's claims of liking something are nothing more than a fig leaf to satisfy their own selfish desires.

Wen Wuqing approached.

He unleashed the pressure of a sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, firmly suppressing Lin Zhixu, who was already struggling to hold on, and pinning him to the spot.

He reached out, his fingertips almost touching Lin Zhixu's cheek, while telling him how much he liked him and promising to treat him well in the future so that he could stay with him without worry.

That gentle, jade-like face carried a nauseatingly hypocritical affection.

Lin Zhixu was so disgusted that he raised his hand to summon the magic sword.

Before the spiritual energy could even take shape, the guest room door was suddenly kicked open.

A figure strode in, radiating a murderous aura, and kicked Wen Wuqing away with a powerful kick.

Caught off guard, Wen Wuqing crashed into the table and chairs, then slammed heavily against the wall. He groaned and collapsed to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He couldn't get up for a long time.

Seeing that Wen Wuqing couldn't get up for a while, Yu Linzhou turned around and helped Lin Zhixu up.

Feeling the trembling and burning heat of the person in his arms, his murderous intent intensified.

The Wen family! What a Wen family, raising such hypocritical beasts!

He was also a little angry with Lin Zhixu.

"Didn't I tell you to behave yourself? I've only been gone a short while and you've already caused this trouble! What are you going to do if I come back late?"

Lin Zhixu gave a mocking smirk, "I'm someone you taught, don't think of me as a complete waste."

"Even if I can't fight back, the worst that can happen is I got bitten by a dog. What else can I do? Die over something like this?"

Yu Linzhou choked: "That's not what I meant. I was just worried that you would get hurt."

Lin Zhixu smirked, "You weren't this soft-hearted when you forced yourself on me. If that's the case, I would have committed suicide out of shame and indignation after that. How could I have survived for so long?"

Yu Linzhou also thought back to the past, and his heart was filled with regret.

He was also bewitched at the time, driven by his bestial instincts, and lustful at first sight.

Seeing Lin Zhixu being harmed by someone else's despicable means, he realized for the first time that what he had done back then was no different from what Wen Wuqing had done.

Equally despicable and shameless.

If it were now, he would never so casually hurt Lin Zhixu.

At the very least, they have to wait until the two of them are in sync...

Just then, Wen Wuqing, clutching his chest, staggered to his feet from the wall.

He stared intently at Yu Linzhou, his voice trembling slightly with fear: "You're not an ordinary person, who are you?!"

That kick directly damaged his internal organs. If a casual kick could have such power, the cultivation level must be much higher than his.

Yu Linzhou slowly turned around.

He was already seething with anger and nowhere to vent it, and Wen Wuqing's words were like a punching bag delivered right to his doorstep.

The killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible. He raised his hand and grabbed at the air, pulling Wen Wuqing towards him from a distance. Wen Wuqing's neck fell between his five fingers, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"I'm your ancestor!" He tightened his grip, lifting Wen Wuqing up completely. "What kind of thing are you, daring to touch my people? You're asking for death!"

Wen Wuqing's feet left the ground, his face turned purplish-red, and he desperately tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his dantian to resist.

However, he discovered that his spiritual power was as if it were sealed by some invisible force, and he could not unleash even a trace of it.

He tried in vain to pry Yu Linzhou's fingers apart, squeezing out broken sounds from his throat.

"This person calls himself 'This Venerable One'."

Within a radius of a thousand miles in Nanling, the number of people qualified to call themselves "the Venerable One" can be counted on one hand.

He finally realized that he had messed with the wrong person.

Lin Zhixu was not some novice cultivator at all, but rather someone related to this person.

Disciple? Daoist partner? Neither of them are objects he can covet.

Wen Wuqing kicked his legs, his face, once praised by countless people for its gentle and refined beauty, now filled only with fear and pleading.

But Yu Linzhou's fingerprints remained completely still.

Wen Wuqing's kicking legs gradually weakened, and he knew that it was hopeless to ask Yu Linzhou for help.

He strained to turn his head and looked at Lin Zhixu, who was leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with pleading and regret.

Looking at him, Lin Zhixu breathed heavily, his voice hoarse and low from the burning heat within him: "If we offend the Wen family, can you handle it?"

Yu Linzhou scoffed, his tone filled with undisguised contempt: "The Wen family is nothing to me."

Lin Zhixu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes, which had been reddened by the effects of the medicine, were now filled with only indifference.

He uttered the last words Wen Wuqing ever heard in his life: "Then kill him."

Wen Wuqing's eyes widened suddenly, and fear froze in that instant.

Yu Linzhou then tightened his grip, and with a very faint cracking sound, Wen Wuqing's body slumped down, his face still showing the terror of his last moments before death.

Yu Linzhou casually tossed the body to the ground, then turned around and helped Lin Zhixu up again.

The person who was just moments ago exuding a menacing aura is now acting with the utmost caution, as if handling some priceless treasure.

Lin Zhixu was helped to sit down on the edge of the bed, his head down, his breathing heavy and disordered.

Yu Linzhou squatted down in front of him, raised his fingertips to gather spiritual energy, and used it to regulate the disordered medicinal power in his body.

A surge of heat coursed through Lin Zhixu's meridians, and probing his spiritual energy felt like pressing into a pot of boiling water.

He looked up at Lin Zhixu, "I should have made him hand over the antidote first, and then let him die."

Lin Zhixu kept his eyes closed, sweat trickling down his brow, but his voice remained unusually calm: "No need. The medicine isn't strong; I can force it out myself."

Yu Linzhou fell silent, maintaining the action of channeling spiritual energy, sitting on the ground with his back against the edge of the bed, like a silent guardian beast.

He suddenly spoke, his voice very soft: "What happened before was my fault. Back then..."

He paused, as if searching for a suitable excuse, but finally gave up. "Fine, it was my fault. I was too arrogant and conceited back then, I didn't care about anything in the world, and I did a lot of ridiculous things."

"sorry."