After the destruction of the Immortal Realm, I took in the fallen fairy.

Under the watchful eyes of Lin Heng and the two fairies who had used magic, Chi Hu trembled as he finished tidying up the room and finally scrambled away.

"Are we just going to let him go like that, Master?"

Mu Tinglan asked Lin Heng, puzzled.

Yun Qinghe gritted her teeth and said, "He's clearly just flattering me on the surface. In my opinion, he should be killed..."

Mu Tinglan quickly said, "Junior sister, Master must know this."

"The reason for letting him go is simple: he's not the one who really wants to take action, so killing him wouldn't make a difference."

Lin Heng shrugged and said, "He's dead. Do you think anyone else will come after him?"

"..."

Yun Qinghe remained silent.

Mu Tinglan nodded: "Given the Snow-Maned Lion Demon's tendency to protect his son, he will definitely continue to send people."

"What if Chi Hu tells him the truth about tonight's events when he gets back?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qinghe and Mu Tinglan looked at each other and then suddenly realized what was going on.

In just a few seconds, he took down a large number of elite henchmen, and that was done using magical techniques.

Even the Snow-Maned Lion Demon would have to think twice before provoking two fairies who possess magical arts, given the idle fellows in his mansion.

After all, Yun Qinghe and Mu Tinglan had not truly regained their immortal powers.

It was only because of the soaking effect of the Immortal Spring that they were able to temporarily recover some of their strength.

Although, according to them, they haven't recovered much, it's definitely enough to deal with these ordinary demons.

Therefore, Lin Heng's concern was not about letting Chi Hu go, but that the Snow-maned Lion Demon would keep sending people over.

Today, I just happened to be lucky enough to see them bathing in the Fairy Spring.

What if Yun Qinghe and Mu Tinglan haven't soaked in the Immortal Spring when the people sent over?

His current array-building skills and the abilities of the Immortal Slave Manual are not enough to support him in a head-on confrontation with a force like the Snow-Maned Lion Demon...

However, the magical techniques that Yun Qinghe and Mu Tinglan used today were enough to fool the Snow-Maned Lion Demon for quite some time.

Lin Heng's biggest headache right now is still the problem of buying soil...

"By the way, I had Red Tiger leave the sword behind, which saves me the trouble of buying one at the market."

As he spoke, Lin Heng pointed to the dozen or so swords piled up to the side.

"Yes, thank you, Master..."

"Alright, it's about time to rest."

After stretching, Lin Heng went straight to bed.

Yun Qinghe was collecting the swords left behind by the demons, while Mu Tinglan came over and sat down next to Lin Heng: "Master, could I trouble you with something?"

"Um?"

Lin Heng had just lay down and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Can I sleep facing this way tonight?"

Mu Tinglan went to the inside of the bed, but patted the outer side of the bed.

This is where Yun Qinghe sleeps.

"What's wrong?"

"I know my junior sister. She's imitating me in serving her master today, probably because she wants to gain his favor."

"Is that so?"

Lin Heng nodded slowly, then looked at Mu Tinglan: "Then you..."

Mu Tinglan was stunned for a moment, then a blush appeared on her face. She rubbed her fleshy legs shyly and said, "I'm sorry for making you laugh, Master... Yesterday, I just couldn't control myself... I won't get my clothes wet next time."

"..."

What Lin Heng really wanted to ask was whether she would lose loyalty because of this...

However, it's unlikely that Mu Tinglan will bring up such a thing on her own initiative.

Whether it's Mu Tinglan's understanding of Yun Qinghe or Yun Qinghe's inherent nature as the "Enchanting Fairy," it does indeed fit her statement.

Soon after Yun Qinghe returned, the lights in the room were blown out.

In the darkness, Yun Qinghe looked at Lin Heng, who was sleeping on his side facing her, and blinked curiously.

Why is the master no longer facing his senior sister today?

Could it be because she did well in her studies today, making her master happy?

So what would the senior sister do in this situation?

Thinking this, Yun Qinghe gently shifted her body...

"?!"

Lin Heng, who was almost asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

Because he gradually discovered that the hard wooden pillow under his head was being replaced by a softer pillow.

But judging from the rise and fall of this pillow, it seems to be quite tense...

Opening his eyes, he saw Yun Qinghe approaching him.

What does she mean?

Subconsciously, Lin Heng looked at Yun Qinghe's face.

"Master, Master, why are you awake...?"

Yun Qinghe quickly turned her head to look elsewhere.

"..."

Can you guess why it woke up?

Doing this so late at night!

However, Lin Heng calmly said, "The pillow is shaking so much that I can't sleep."

Yun Qinghe paused for a moment, lowered her head, and whispered, "I... I'll try my best to maintain..."

"No need."

Lin Heng thought for a moment, then reached out his hand towards her face.

"Um?"

Yun Qinghe stared blankly at Lin Heng until Lin Heng's palm touched the immortal mark on her forehead.

[Choose the following six desires setting: Touch Desire.]

This is to satisfy the fairy slave's desire for physical contact.

This arrangement naturally helped to ease her tension considerably.

Sure enough, Lin Heng found that his pillow had become stable.

Yun Qinghe also noticed that her panicked heart was quickly replaced by a sense of familiarity and even enjoyment of the moment.

She whispered to Lin Heng, "Master, actually, my senior sister and I had some private comparisons back in the sect."

"?"

"Qinghe's strength is not much weaker than Senior Sister's."

"..."

Her best asset is her ability...

……

While Lin Heng was enjoying himself, the Snow-Haired Lion Demon's mansion in Linxian City was in an uproar.

"What? You mean, a fairy who can use magic?!"

The snow-maned lion demon rose from his high seat, and beside him stood a human dressed in fine clothes.