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Lin Zhixu thought he had misheard.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is one of the top sects, and all its disciples have houses to live in. Surely they didn't arrange a place for Yu Linzhou to stay?

Yu Linzhou got angry just thinking about it, his disgust showing on his face: "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is such a filthy place. They crammed people into my room. I found it disgusting, so I came over to squeeze in with you."

Lin Zhixu frowned: "Smuggling people in? The Ten Thousand Swords Sect's spies are being sent in so blatantly?"

Yu Linzhou was silent for a moment, his expression somewhat complicated: "It's not an eyeliner."

Lin Zhixu: "Not eyeliner? Then what is it...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Zhixu realized what he meant.

Lin Zhixu frowned: "They put women in your bed?"

Yu Linzhou pursed his lips, held up two fingers, and corrected, "Not just two, there are two, one male and one female."

Lin Zhixu: "..."

That's quite thoughtful.

Yu Linzhou grew angrier as he spoke: "And just now, they said they wanted to throw a welcome-back banquet for me. The first half was fine, but the second half was downright indecent and morally reprehensible! They even wanted to drag me into it..."

Lin Zhixu frowned: "You agreed?"

Yu Linzhou quickly replied, "Of course I sternly refused and would rather die than comply! I even gave them a good scolding! After that, I couldn't stay any longer and went back to my residence."

"When I opened the door, I saw two people lying on the bed! I didn't even step over the threshold; I turned around and came to find you."

"I never imagined the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's morals had deteriorated to such a degree. It's utterly immoral, despicable, and shameless—a bunch of hypocrites!"

Lin Zhixu watched silently as Yu Linzhou used four derogatory terms in one breath, none of them repeated, clearly disgusted.

He frowned, sensing something was amiss. "We've only been at the Myriad Swords Sect for one day. They should at least put on an act. Why would they reveal their true nature so soon after meeting us?"

Yu Linzhou sneered: "They're not revealing their true nature, they're trying to drag me into this mess. Ordinary cultivators won't get drunk from drinking, but there are plenty of ways to get a cultivator drunk."

"Tonight, they just want to get me drunk first, and then force me to do this while I'm not fully conscious. Once I'm hooked, they'll have leverage over me and I'll have no choice but to go along with them."

He looked at Lin Zhixu, his tone serious, "The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is disgusting. Be careful in everything you do this month, and don't fall into their trap. If anything seems amiss, tell me immediately."

Lin Zhixu nodded, "Okay. I'll be careful."

"So, can we go to sleep now?" Yu Linzhou perked up at the mention of this topic.

Lin Zhixu sighed, looking at Yu Linzhou's expectant face, and felt that he had gotten used to this person's shameless approach.

Lin Zhixu said helplessly, "Why do you have to do this? A dignified immortal doesn't need to sleep all day like a mortal, why do you insist on squeezing in with me?"

"Who said I don't sleep?" Yu Linzhou retorted confidently. "I get sleepy when it's time to sleep too. I was tormented by those hypocritical beasts from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect all night, and I'm exhausted both physically and mentally. I need a good night's sleep."

Lin Zhixu glanced at him and gave in: "Go to sleep if you want."

Yu Linzhou was overjoyed. Just as he was about to lift the covers and crawl into bed, a quilt fell from the sky and landed squarely in his arms.

Lin Zhixu withdrew his hand and pointed expressionlessly to the floor beside the bed: "You sleep on the floor."

Yu Linzhou: "..."

Yu Linzhou's lips twitched. "I was so angry with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect tonight. The ground is too cold. If I sleep here, my back will hurt tomorrow."

Lin Zhixu had already climbed into bed, lay down with his back to him, and replied in a flat tone, "Then go back to your own room and sleep."

Yu Linzhou immediately grabbed the blanket and spread it out on the floor.

Lin Zhixu listened to his movements and slightly curled her lips.

Yu Linzhou lay on the floor with his hands behind his head, listening to the gradually calming breathing on the bed. He thought to himself, at least he wasn't kicked out, which is already a huge improvement.

As for when I can get back into bed, there's no rush, there's plenty of time.

……

As dawn broke, Zhou Tong tiptoed out of the room.

He has average talent, and can only make up for it with hard work.

With Chu Yan no longer around to nag, he got up even earlier than usual, intending to take advantage of the abundant spiritual energy in the early morning to practice a few more sword techniques.

He had just stepped into the courtyard and drawn his sword when the door suddenly creaked open again. He thought it was Lin Zhixu and turned to greet him, but when he saw who came out, the words stuck in his throat as if they were burning his tongue.

"Good morning, Immortal Venerable Feng Heng..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized what he meant and exclaimed in shock, "Immortal Venerable Feng Heng!?"

When Yu Linzhou pushed open the door, his collar was slightly open as he was adjusting his cuffs. Hearing someone greet him, he casually replied, "Good morning. But please keep your voice down; Zhixu hasn't gotten up yet, don't disturb him."

Zhou Tong stared intently at the door that hadn't been closed properly yet.

That's Lin Zhixu's room, isn't it?

Feng Heng, the Immortal Venerable, walked out of Lin Zhixu's room early in the morning, his clothes disheveled.

Zhou Tong's mind raced, trying to find a reasonable explanation for what was happening before him.

It's perfectly normal for a master to come looking for his disciple early in the morning.

The master stayed in his disciple's room all night...it's normal that they might have something to talk about.

The master came out disheveled, and his disciple was still not out of bed—this was very unusual!

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had completely lost control of his facial expressions. His lips moved several times, but in the end, he could only manage to utter one word: "You—"

Yu Linzhou looked down at his slightly open collar, then at Zhou Tong's face, which was practically steaming, and suddenly felt that this misunderstanding was brilliant.

Instead of explaining, he slowly straightened his collar and gave Zhou Tong a meaningful smile: "I had something to discuss with him last night, don't overthink it."

Zhou Tong: "..."

Are you trying to stop me from overthinking this?

You're probably hoping I'll overthink it, aren't you?

Zhou Tong looked completely dumbfounded.

Yu Linzhou patted him on the shoulder, said "Practice your sword well" and then strode away.

When Lin Zhixu finished dressing and pushed open the door, he saw Zhou Tong squatting in the courtyard with his sword on his knees. He seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes glazed over.

Lin Zhixu was startled and quickly stepped forward to ask, "What's wrong?"

Zhou Tong looked up blankly: "I'm fine, there are just some things I don't understand."

Lin Zhixu breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're alright. But what could be so difficult that you'd think about it like this?"

Zhou Tong: "I just saw Immortal Venerable Feng Heng come out of your room."

Lin Zhixu: "...And then?"

Zhou Tong: "He said you two had an important discussion that lasted all night. I'm just wondering, what could it be that led to such a detailed conversation that your clothes were all disheveled?"

Lin Zhixu: "..."

That damn Yu Linzhou! He sneaks away without even trying to avoid being seen!

He simply couldn't believe he hadn't noticed Zhou Tong's presence! He was definitely doing it on purpose!