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

The peak masters and elders sat on either side, while Jiang Che stood in the hall and reported on the findings of his investigation in the back mountain of Qingxi Village that day.

"That aura doesn't feel like that of an ordinary demonic beast. My knowledge is limited, so I can't discern its source, but my intuition tells me that it's definitely not a benevolent creature."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed slightly.

"What are the characteristics of the evil energy you mentioned?"

Jiang Che tried hard to recall his feelings at the time, attempting to make his description as accurate as possible: "This disciple can't quite explain it either. There was a foul, bloody smell in that aura, and a trace of spiritual energy. The two auras were intertwined."

Silence fell over the hall for a moment. The elders exchanged glances, their expressions growing even more somber. Xuan Qing remained silent for a moment, then gestured for Jiang Che to step back.

Jiang Che bowed respectfully and left the main hall, his back soaked with cold sweat.

I've never met so many important people in my life, the pressure is immense.

The palace doors closed again, and a peak master turned to the first peak on the left, his tone tinged with seriousness: "The Immortal Venerable once fought against the Demon Clan and has the deepest understanding of demonic energy. In the Immortal Venerable's opinion, how similar is the aura described by this disciple?"

Yan Lingcang remained seated, his expression unchanged: "My battle with the Demon Clan was ten thousand years ago. After that battle, the Demon Clan vanished without a trace, never to be seen again."

"The world is vast and full of wonders. It is too early to conclude that it is a demon based on a mere wisp of unconfirmed aura. It may be some kind of unknown monster, or it may be a deliberate illusion."

The Grand Elder of the main peak stroked his long beard and slowly spoke: "The Immortal Venerable's words are reasonable. Jiang Che is still young and his cultivation is still shallow, so it is possible that his perception is biased. You all do not need to worry too much."

He turned to the crowd, his tone calm, "I will personally send someone to Qingxi Village to thoroughly investigate that crevice. Once we have a definite result, we will discuss the next steps with you all."

Everyone nodded in agreement. With the Grand Elder speaking and Yan Lingcang present, the tense atmosphere in the hall finally eased somewhat.

The peak masters got up one after another and walked out in twos and threes.

Yu Linzhou barely spoke during the entire meeting, listening lazily until most of the people had left before slowly standing up.

He walked to Yan Lingcang's side.

"Why haven't I seen your apprentice lately? What happened? Did you lock him up?"

Yan Lingcang glanced at him sideways: "Didn't you say you didn't want to see him? Why are you suddenly concerned?"

Yu Linzhou said matter-of-factly, "I don't like him, but my beloved disciple keeps thinking about him. He may not say it, but he's definitely still hung up on that kid surnamed Luo. Is it wrong for me to ask on behalf of my disciple?"

Yan Lingcang glanced at him, his eyes filled with undisguised curiosity.

Yu Linzhou, who only cares about himself and never cares about anyone else, actually inquires about information because someone else is concerned about him?

He withdrew his gaze and casually remarked, "He's in seclusion at the summit and won't be coming down the mountain easily."

Without waiting for Yu Linzhou to reply, she walked straight past him and headed out of the hall.

He felt that his temper was already quite good, since he was able to say those two sentences to Yu Linzhou calmly.

If I stay any longer, this guy might take advantage of my kindness and become even more unreasonable. To avoid getting angry, it's best to leave as soon as possible.

Yu Linzhou stood there, watching the white-clad figure disappear outside the palace gate, the smile on his lips gradually fading away.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly lost in thought, before putting on that lazy smile again and turning to walk towards Qiyue Peak.

Forget about demons and evil spirits, I'd rather go back and check on my beloved disciple.

Speaking of which, Lin Zhixu also had a cold demeanor when facing him, but he was much more attractive than Yan Lingcang's unchanging icy face.

……

When Yu Linzhou returned to Qiyue Peak, night had already covered the entire courtyard.

The bamboo shadows swayed gently in the moonlight, and the stone path was covered with dappled sunlight like scattered silver.

He pushed open the courtyard gate, but his steps suddenly stopped.

Lin Zhixu was sitting cross-legged on a stone platform in the courtyard, his eyes slightly closed. Moonlight poured down from behind him, enveloping him in a cool, silvery glow.

Her long, freshly washed hair was still damp, with a few strands clinging to her cheeks, which softened her usually aloof face.

His breathing was steady, and his spiritual energy flowed slowly around him, completely unaware that anyone was approaching.

However, if Yu Linzhou wanted to hide, it would be very difficult for Lin Zhixu to find him.

Yu Linzhou stood in the shadows of the porch, without making a sound.

He walked over silently, squatted down in front of Lin Zhixu, and traced the face under the moonlight inch by inch.

From the relaxed brow, to the eyelashes tinged pale by the moonlight, to the straight nose, and finally to the lips slightly reddened from exertion.

His Adam's apple bobbed, as if pulled by something, and by the time he realized it, he had already leaned in.

Lin Zhixu felt a slightly cool touch on his lips, carrying a faint, cool fragrance.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was an enlarged face. His pupils contracted in shock, and he reflexively slapped the face.

A crisp "snap" sounded particularly clear in the quiet night.

Yu Linzhou tilted his head to the side after being hit, without even dodging. He simply raised his hand to touch his face, his expression somewhat innocent.

"What are you doing!" Lin Zhixu stood up, his cheeks flushed, whether from embarrassment or anger, or both.

Yu Linzhou felt a pang of guilt, then said without changing his expression, "...Your lips look a little dry..."

Lin Zhixu glared at him fiercely.

During their initial cultivation, this person tried to kiss him several times, but he avoided it each time.

Despite all the precautions, on this ordinary night, he managed to steal it away in a sneak attack.

What kind of relationship do they have? They're not even like master and disciple, let alone Daoist partners. What right does he have to kiss him?

"Get out." Lin Zhixu's voice turned cold as he pointed to the courtyard gate.

Yu Linzhou tried to play dumb, but Lin Zhixu glared at him fiercely.

Okay, looks like he's really angry.

Yu Linzhou had no choice but to leave reluctantly, pursing his lips as he went, as if savoring the memory.

Lin Zhixu sat on the stone platform, his heart still pounding, furious with him.

This is beyond insanity; it's downright insane!

He raised his hand and wiped his lips hard, but the more he wiped, the cool touch remained, making him so angry that he wanted to drag Yu Linzhou back and slap him again.

……

Yu Linzhou returned to his courtyard and began to stare blankly, his mind replaying the sensation he had just felt.

Unconsciously, her fingertips touched her lower lip. The warm, soft touch from before was etched into her senses like a brand, lingering there.

Lin Zhixu's lips were softer than I had imagined, carrying a hint of coolness under the moonlight, yet revealing warmth the moment they touched me.

Although he did feel a little guilty for making Lin Zhixu angry, he did not regret it.

Even if it happened again, he would still go for it.

He was just slapped; he's thick-skinned and it didn't hurt him at all.

If a slap could earn him a kiss, he felt it was a great deal.

Unfortunately, Lin Zhixu would not agree.

Yu Linzhou sighed in disappointment.