Legendary Son-in-Law: The Man with Poison Talismans

The female Taoist covered her mouth, her eyes wide open. She looked at the newspaper, then at Lin Mu, then at the newspaper again, then at Lin Mu again, her mind buzzing.

No wonder His Majesty wanted to find this person.

Someone who can write poetry and fight monsters—anyone would want to hire that.

She suddenly stood up, turned around and left the tent, her movements as swift as the wind.

Lin Mu stood there, holding his teacup, stunned. What was going on? He hadn't even finished his tea yet.

The female Taoist priest stood outside the tent, leaning against the coarse cloth tent, her chest heaving several times. She took a deep breath, then exhaled, raised her hand to tidy her hair, and straightened her collar.

He glanced down at his own body, at the 40-year-old robe that covered him completely and represented his strength, then shook his head.

She turned and went back to her tent, turning over all the clothes she had brought from Fengmo City.

This one is too plain, that one is too bright, this one is too thick, that one is too thin. After searching for a long time, I finally pulled out a piece of clothing that had been stored away at the very bottom of my trunk.

After changing her clothes, she combed her hair in front of the bronze mirror, re-tied her hair into a bun, changed her hairpin, washed her face, and applied makeup.

The bronze mirror was blurry, making it difficult to see clearly, but she felt it looked much better than before.

When she went back into the tent, she was no longer the disheveled female officer she had been moments before.

Her clothes were a thin, high-slit blouse with a moon-white base embroidered with light blue orchids. The skirt reached her feet, but the slit went up to her thighs, making it much more attractive than the equally high-slit women's light armor.

As she walked, her snow-white legs were faintly visible through the hem of her skirt, dazzlingly white and almost blinding.

Her chest was bulging, much fuller than before, and the neckline was quite low, revealing her collarbone and a small patch of her chest, which was gleaming white.

She dismissed the servants in the tent as soon as she entered.

The female guards exchanged glances, but none of them dared to ask any questions. They quietly withdrew, the tent flap fell, and only Lin Mu and she remained inside.

The female Taoist priest walked up to Lin Mu and twirled around. Her skirt parted, like a blooming flower, and her white legs flashed past at the slit.

She placed her hands clasped in front of her lower abdomen, bowed slightly, and said in a softer voice, "That outfit was too heavy and didn't suit Young Master Lin. I've changed into something lighter; what do you think, Young Master?"

Looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, Lin Mu unconsciously clapped his hands.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

It's pleasing to the eye, truly pleasing to the eye.

The clothes were nice, but the person was even more attractive. Although he could tell at a glance that there was something supporting the bulging silhouette, it was definitely padded, but so be it. People might not let him touch it anyway, so he could only look.

Looking at the female Taoist's expression, her brows were full of affection, her eyes were sparkling, and a faint smile hung at the corner of her mouth.

Lin Mu found it funny.

This level 40 Taoist priest clearly holds an official position within the Golden Guard.

What's going on here? Shaking his head, Lin Mu didn't think too much about it; there was no harm in observing more.

Lin Mu followed his heart, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and continued to look him up and down. A lewd smile gradually appeared on his face. Then he nodded, his tone sincere yet tinged with shameless frankness: "Good, good, good."

The female Taoist's eyes lit up, and her smile deepened.

Seeing that she didn't seem angry, Lin Mu became bolder. He put down his teacup, tilted his head, and paused his gaze on the slit in her skirt before beginning to comment.

"The thigh split is still a bit too low; it would be better if it were higher."

The female Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. She looked down at her skirt, the slit already reaching her thighs, any higher... Her face flushed instantly, the tips of her ears turned bright red, and even her neck was tinged with a faint pink.

But she wasn't angry, nor did she even pull down her skirt. She simply looked up at Lin Mu, her eyes filled with reproach and shyness.

She took half a step forward, then another half step. Lin Mu was sitting, she was standing; the distance between them was already not far, and after half a step, they were even closer.

Her skirt almost touched his knees. The faint scent of rouge wafted over, sweet and refreshing, mixed with a hint of soapberry and other herbal aromas. It wasn't strong or pungent, but it just kept getting into Lin Mu's nose.

Having spent so many days in the Demon Sealing Hall, accustomed to the stench of demonic energy, the putrid smell of bat corpses, and the acrid sweat of the white boar, this scent of rouge acted like a hook, instantly captivating his soul.

His mind wandered, and he only felt the fragrance. Some inappropriate images began to surface in his mind, like ripples on the surface of water, spreading outwards in circles, becoming more and more blurred, and then clearer and clearer.

Chapter 143 Discussions from All Sides

Just as the scene in my mind reached a crucial point, my hand unconsciously rose up to touch and feel the white, smooth skin in front of me.

Footsteps came from outside the tent.

Lin Mu's hand froze, and he was startled.

A face suddenly emerged from behind the image in my mind.

Gu An.

A woman in a moon-white long gown, with a jade pendant at her waist, stood on the dock, smiling at him.

He shuddered, a chill running down his spine.

Those inappropriate images vanished instantly, as if doused with cold water.

The Imperial Guards' formation was clearly waiting specifically for him.

Could this be a test for Gu An?

The female Taoist priest's ears twitched.

Her expression changed in an instant, from tender affection to panic, and from panic to frantic frantic movements.

She suddenly took two steps back, pulled a slip of paper from her sleeve, and stuffed it into Lin Mu's hand.

Before Lin Mu could even look, he saw the female Taoist turn around and rush to the corner of the tent, pull out her Celestial Master's robe from her Qiankun bag, and hurriedly put it on.

The moment the robe was put on, the tent curtain was lifted.

Yang Xiong strode in.

He was still wearing that dark green robe, understated yet dignified.

A bronze token hung at his waist, gleaming darkly in the torchlight. His hair was gray, his face thin, his cheekbones high, and his eyes, though small, were sharp, scanning every corner of the tent.

There was no one following him; the tent curtain fell behind him, blocking out the firelight and noise outside.

The female Taoist priest was now fully dressed, with her back straight, chin slightly tucked in, and hands neatly hanging at her sides. She was completely different from the woman who had just been twirling in front of Lin Mu.

If it weren't for the lingering flush on her face, no one would have guessed what she had just gone through.

"Commander."

The female Taoist priest bowed slightly, her head lowered, her voice steady, revealing nothing unusual.

But the tips of her ears were still red, a bright, translucent red, like two maple leaves just picked from a tree in autumn.

Yang Xiong's gaze swept over the tip of her ear, but he said nothing.

I'm in my fifties, what haven't I seen? Some things are better left unsaid, because saying them out loud will only make things awkward for everyone.

"You can go now," Yang Xiong said in a neutral tone.

The female Taoist priest, feeling as if granted a pardon, bowed slightly, turned, and quickly walked out. The curtain was lifted and then fell again, her figure disappearing into the firelight.

Lin Mu noticed that she walked out much faster than usual, as if she were fleeing.

He subtly tucked the note deeper into his sleeve, making sure it wouldn't fall out, before withdrawing his hand.

Several thoughts raced through his mind. He realized he had probably overreacted. The female Taoist's reaction showed that she had acted on her own initiative, not under someone else's instruction.

It seems that Gu An wasn't testing him.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly felt annoyed, annoyed that Yang Xiong had come at the worst possible time.

Another pity; he had started too late. Otherwise, he would have figured it out if the pad wasn't there.

He only looked up and sized up the person in front of him when he wanted to play these games.

Yang Xiong, the commander of the Golden Guard of Fengmo Valley. He silently repeated the name in his mind.

Lin Mu remained seated, without getting up.

Why did Yang Xiong ruin my mood? Besides, he's not Yang Xiong's subordinate, and judging from their expressions, they seem to care about me a lot.

Being favored, they felt emboldened and continued sitting.

Yang Xiong didn't take it to heart.

He sat down opposite him and carefully read through the tabloid.

This person looks exactly like the one in the tabloids, and inexplicably appeared directly in the Hall of Conquerors.

Yang Xiong confirmed it.

This person must have entered a secret passage, and then came out alive.

What is the secret passage?

Even he didn't dare to go in easily. This person went in and came out unharmed.

A true master.

However, Yang Xiong also had some doubts. The entrance to the Crossroads was blocked by wild boars and wedge moths. This person had bad habits; he just went in and flew away without caring about whether the entrance was blocked or not.

As a result, several of his suicide squad members were killed at the gate, and his savings were almost depleted.

The entrance to the secret passage was probably not cleared either. Fortunately, his men reported it in time, and only the first person died. Otherwise, another batch of random teleportation scrolls would have been lost.

Yang Xiong sighed inwardly. He had a bad first impression of Lin Mu, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Young Master Lin, I've long admired you."

Yang Xiong cupped his hands in greeting, a smile on his face, his tone softer than usual.

He had been in the Demon Sealing Camp for over twenty years and had seen all sorts of people—tough ones, ruthless ones, and reckless ones—but he had never seen anyone like this before, someone who dared to go into a death trap alone and still come out alive.

You can't offend this kind of person; you have to treat them well.

"The monsters in the secret passage are dangerous, and Brother Lin was able to escape safely. You are truly a promising young man."

Yang Xiong changed his address from "Young Master Lin" to "Brother Lin," making it sound as natural as if they were old friends who had been calling each other for many years.

He picked up his teacup, offering tea instead of wine, and toasted Lin Mu.

Lin Mu glanced at him and immediately understood that he had misunderstood.

After all, even if he said that he entered the Demon Sealing Hall and killed the Rainbow Demon Cult Leader, probably no one would believe him, so he decided to let the misunderstanding remain.

Lin Mu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said nothing.