Infiltrating the righteous path? Just another place to be a sycophant.

However, his eyes were full of laughter.

"Are they all from Lu An?"

"Yes, they all belong to Senior Brother Lu."

"No one else?"

"Other people's love letters are cheesy and cheesy, they're meaningless..."

"Vulgar and cheesy, it's boring!"

Zhao Mengyuan was stunned after hearing what they said.

Good grief, are you guys collecting love letters or picking out books? You're already being picky?

"Senior Brother Lu's love letter is quite remarkable, it has style..." a maid replied softly.

"His love letters are quite remarkable, very tasteful?" Zhao Mengyuan paused for a moment, then picked up one of the love letters.

"No, Your Highness, we've only read a few of them; those were the ones you opened but didn't read. We haven't opened any of these..."

Seeing Zhao Mengyuan's expression, the maid hurriedly said, and Zhao Mengyuan glanced at it and confirmed that it was indeed the case.

The envelope was still sealed, showing no signs of being opened.

She vaguely remembered that some of the packages had been opened, but she hadn't actually looked at them.

It's quite a coincidence that I've opened several of Lu An's envelopes over the past few years, and each time it seemed like I was busy with something, so I didn't read them.

After thinking about it, I realized that I hadn't even opened or read those love letters I took out last time.

However, Zhao Mengyuan didn't care about any of that. She picked up one of the love letters, opened it, and took a look.

The love letter was short, consisting of only a few lines. It was the first time she had ever read a love letter from Lu An.

However, after just one glance, Zhao Mengyuan's eyes widened, and she picked up the next letter.

With each letter, Zhao Mengyuan's expression grew increasingly agitated.

Although the love letter was only a few sentences long, every single one of them felt incredibly beautiful to her.

"I grow thinner and thinner, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her sake...?"

Finally, Zhao Mengyuan unconsciously revealed the contents of the letter.

"My loyal heart and deepest feelings are unknown to you."

Zhao Mengyuan read it aloud sentence by sentence. The love letter wasn't long, but it made her want to read the next sentence, that is, the next letter.

To be honest, she didn't know which letter was the next one either; in short, these were all just letters.

Then the maids saw that this icy saintess, Zhao Mengyuan, seemed to have gone mad, and began to unseal these love letters.

"Fortunate to have met your face, like a peach blossom, from then on, the fields and paths are filled with the warmth of spring."

"Mountains may crumble, rivers may run dry, winter thunder may roar, and summer snow may fall..."

"Only when heaven and earth unite will I part from you."

Zhao Mengyuan looked at the contents of the letter, her eyes filled with shock.

"The mountain has trees, and the trees have no branches; I love you, but you do not know..."

"A delicate die inlaid with red beans, does the longing for you see me so deeply etched in my bones know what it means..."

One letter after another, one sentence after another, not only Zhao Mengyuan, but also the two maids beside her were captivated.

Such talent, such beautiful verses—is this really Senior Brother Lu?!

I'm so envious to receive such an unconventional love letter from Senior Brother Lu.

"Of all the beauties in the world, you alone are the one my heart desires..."

Upon seeing this sentence, Zhao Mengyuan's face flushed red. Her Dao heart, which had never wavered because of love, actually began to waver at this moment.

Even demonic paths have a Dao heart! Isn't the demonic path the Dao itself?!

Seeing Zhao Mengyuan's rosy cheeks, the maid standing nearby also began to get gossipy.

Is Your Highness interested in Senior Brother Lu?

However, the rosy complexion on Zhao Mengyuan's face quickly faded, and her expression returned to normal.

"What a night this is, to meet such a wonderful person..."

Zhao Mengyuan flipped through the love letters expressionlessly, one after another, discarding them after each reading. The maid beside her also secretly glanced at the love letters scattered on the ground, feeling a pang of regret.

Senior Brother Lu not only writes excellent poetry, but his calligraphy is also quite good.

What beautiful characters! The elegant and graceful strokes possess a grand and majestic air.

As expected of Senior Brother Lu!

What a pity, this love letter wasn't written to them!

"Take all these tattered letters and use them as fire starters!"

With a cold face, Zhao Mengyuan locked the remaining love letters into the cabinet next to her and pointed to the opened love letters.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The maid agreed, picked up the love letter from the floor, and left the room.

"Alas, it seems that His Highness is still that inflexible iceberg."

"You can't say that. This is the first time I've ever seen His Highness blush."

"Senior Brother Lu's love letter is really wonderful."

"Yes, it's so well written, but we're supposed to use it to start a fire."

"Why would I use it to start a fire? I want to show it to all my fellow disciples!"

"Are you out of your mind? What if they find out...?"

"Don't worry, we'll just say it's Senior Brother Lu's draft. His Highness won't check it closely anyway."

As they walked out, they whispered to each other, admiring the poems in the letter and marveling at them.

What an extraordinary talent! Senior Brother Lu not only possesses unfathomable strength but also such great talent. A true disciple, he truly lives up to his reputation!

…………

After the two left, Zhao Mengyuan got up and went out. In just a moment, she followed the sound of the flute and arrived at where Lu An was.

Just as Zhao Mengyuan arrived, it was also the time for Lu An to put away his flute.

When Zhao Mengyuan saw the figure in the moonlight, her heart began to beat faster involuntarily, and her originally stable Dao heart began to waver for some unknown reason.

It was a strange joy and excitement, a feeling Zhao Mengyuan had never experienced before.

Something's not right. Why am I having this feeling?

"Don't...don't be fooled by this man's sweet talk!"

Zhao Mengyuan patted her face, trying to calm herself down.

After reading those letters, Zhao Mengyuan felt very puzzled. If she remembered correctly, she had once seen Lu An's love letters by chance, and they did not seem to contain such poetic lines, but were instead quite cheesy.

But when I opened it today, why did it look different from what I had seen before?

What happened? Could I have misremembered?

Or has this kid changed the style of his love letters? Has he started using poetry to express his feelings?

"Hello, senior sister!"

"okay……"

Zhao Mengyuan stood in front of Lu An, staring at him.

After a long silence, Lu An finally couldn't hold back any longer: "I wonder what brings you here, Senior Sister, or Her Highness the Holy Maiden?"

"What is it...?" Zhao Mengyuan stared at Lu An, snorted coldly, and then took out several letters from her bosom and threw them to Lu An: "Did you write these letters?"

"It's me, Your Highness, you don't like it?"

“Writing such a love letter, yet being so cold towards me…” Zhao Mengyuan stared at Lu An: “Junior Brother Lu, what are you playing at? Are you trying to play hard to get?”

“I believe that expressing feelings in letters is sufficient,” Lu An replied slowly.

"Hmph, you think I'd fall for that? Instead of writing letters and playing the flute, you should focus on your training!" Zhao Mengyuan turned and left, throwing down a harsh threat: "Don't write any more of this garbage to fool me. If I see it again..."

"I'll chop you in half with one stroke!"

Why didn't you write a letter in Chapter Three?

Lu An returned to his residence, lay on the bed, stretched, and instantly released all his fatigue.

"If I see you again, I'll chop you in half with this sword!"

Lu An's mind was still replaying Zhao Mengyuan's words and her expression as she left; it didn't seem like she was joking.

"Forget it, I'm not writing anymore, lest I lose my life."

Thinking of what the witch looked like back then, Lu An muttered something and then rolled over.

If I don't want to write it, then I don't. But if it's true, risking my life wouldn't be worth it.

He didn't actually like Zhao Mengyuan; he just wanted to use the persona of liking Zhao Mengyuan to slack off and fool around in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Why is it that liking Zhao Mengyuan allows one to slack off and joke around in the Heavenly Demon Sect? Coincidentally, it's because their master is the same person.

The sect leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Li Podao.

Zhao Mengyuan was a true disciple before she broke through to the Dao, and is now the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Demon Sect, while he is the current true disciple.

Yes, he and Zhao Mengyuan are direct disciples, like senior and junior classmates.

Li Podao cared deeply for Zhao Mengyuan, pouring most of the sect's cultivation resources into her. He also dared to kill anyone who dared to plot against her.

Some say that Zhao Mengyuan is Li Podao's daughter, but no one dares to say it outright.

Of course, a more reasonable explanation is that this was also to allow Zhao Mengyuan to focus on her cultivation and improve her cultivation level.

After all, Zhao Mengyuan's talent is truly one in a million, practically a golden legend, unlike those with natural talents!

For example, his blue sky and white clouds.

However, for this very reason, Zhao Mengyuan remains unmarried and has no one who wants to marry her, making her a "leftover woman" in the demonic path.

Whether someone is old or not is another matter. After all, those who cultivate immortality or demonic arts, once they reach a certain level, often have a lifespan of a thousand years. So what does it matter whether someone is old or not?

In this situation, even someone who is over a hundred years old is considered a little brother or sister.

So Li Podao is worried, worried that this girl won't be able to find a good husband, but this also shows that he truly treats Zhao Mengyuan like a daughter.

After finding out the news, he came up with a bold and outrageous plan.

He'd be Zhao Mengyuan's devoted simp! The kind of madly in love! He'd let the whole sect know he loved her!

However, he was just a lowly Karami at the beginning, and there were quite a few people in the sect who admired Zhao Mengyuan, so his initial path of being a sycophant was not easy, but rather quite difficult.

However, later on, thanks to his excellent facial expressions, exceptional reporting skills, ability to create momentum, and countless love letters, he attracted Li Podao's attention with his sycophantic behavior.

So, by a twist of fate, because he was good at flattering Zhao Mengyuan, he was accepted as a true disciple of Li Podao.

Of course, it wasn't that he made Zhao Mengyuan happy by licking her, but rather that he performed his licking skills well in front of Li Podao.

As for Zhao Mengyuan, she probably doesn't remember anything or care about anything anymore.

Some people say that the sect leader wants to groom Lu An as Zhao Mengyuan's girlfriend. Lu An thinks that although this reason is a bit far-fetched, it is not impossible.

But no matter what, he became a true disciple, and no one dared to laugh at him or bully him anymore.

Coupled with his mysterious and pretentious aura, and the sect leader's reputation for protecting his own, he successfully unlocked the achievement of being able to half-lie down and slack off in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

Although he occasionally has to go out and lead missions, he avoids taking action whenever possible, relying solely on showing off to complete the missions.

Fortunately, everything went well.

After becoming a true disciple, he also learned about something.

Those were the love letters he had written before, which Zhao Mengyuan never read, so he wrote them long and cheesy, purely to move himself.

No, he was just being perfunctory, how could he possibly be moved? He was just adding to his workload, like a donkey putting a rope around itself.