How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 29

Chapter 29: The Unwed Wife of the Favored Son of Heaven (Part 9)

Time passed in a hurry, and in these two years, the immortal sects had gradually become less peaceful.

At first, it was just a small wave of evil cultivators causing trouble in the borderlands, and the disciples of the nearby immortal sects would go to suppress them.

The matter had originally come to an end, but later, for some reason, the evil cultivators had revived and grown quite strong, and the situation had shown signs of getting worse.

Yu Lin had also heard of this matter from afar in Lingyang.

Late autumn was approaching, and it had rained at night. The rain was cold and biting, and the ground was wet.

Yu Lin sat by the window, and the eaves above his head were pattering with the rain. Just as he got up, he faintly heard a broken voice from outside the window, “Are you sure… they’ve reached Wengcheng, those evil cultivators?”

Two years ago in autumn, a group of evil cultivators had suddenly appeared in Yicheng. They had used demon bones and human skin to refine living corpses, and had killed dozens of cultivators. Their evil deeds were numerous and inhumane.

The immortal sect families were furious when they heard this and sent disciples to clear them out.

The evil cultivators’ strength was still weak, and they were not a threat. In a few months of clearing, they had quickly disappeared without a trace.

Unexpectedly, after more than a year, many mysterious people had suddenly appeared near Yanyan Mountain. Their appearance and style were similar to those of the evil cultivators, but their strength was strong, and they had already become a force to be reckoned with.

Wengcheng was a small city, a few cities away from Lingyang. When the evil cultivators appeared, the Yu family had also started to move.

In the continuous discussion, someone pushed aside the rain curtain and walked in from the rain.

Yu Lin was holding a cup and was concentrating on listening to the people outside. Suddenly, the voices by his ear faded away, and a shadow fell in front of him.

He looked up slightly.

Xie Yibai was tall and straight, in a tight-sleeved suit. He was leaning against the painted screen by the window and was looking at him with a smile.

Seeing him look over, Xie Yibai smiled, walked over, and his gaze met his.

Xie Yibai half-knelt and held his hand. After a few seconds, he suddenly looked up and asked with a smile, “Little young lady, did you miss me?”

For two years, Xie Yibai had held a Ding Canghai in his hand and had swept through the nineteen states of the immortal sects. He was always busy with too many things.

He was often away, and Yu Lin’s health was not good, so he could not travel with him. So every month, he would come to see him.

After more than a month, Xie Yibai seemed to be a little taller, and his already handsome features had become even sharper.

He didn’t know if it was because he was getting older, but when he looked over, his features were indescribably deep.

Yu Lin raised his hand, and his fingers rested lightly on the side of his cheek. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, and said softly, “I did.”

He said, “I wrote you a letter. Did you receive it?”

A few days ago was the Mid-Autumn Festival. Xie Yibai was guarding Yanyan Mountain to exorcise demons and could not leave. Yu Lin went to the shop to check the accounts and, seeing the courtyard full of the fragrance of osmanthus, he had asked a caravan to send him a box of mooncakes.

Yanyan Mountain was full of poisonous swamps, and black energy was everywhere. The battle of the immortal sect disciples was tragic.

Xie Yibai could not come back. He had only received a box of mooncakes under the moon when the dew was heavy.

The rain outside had stopped intermittently.

Xie Yibai thought of the mooncakes and couldn’t help but smile. He stood up, took the teacup, and held Yu Lin in his arms.

He hadn’t slept for several days and had traveled day and night. There were some dark circles under his eyes, and his expression was helpless. He said in a low voice, “I saw it, I saw it. Little young lady, I’m sorry. I should have been faster.”

Yu Lin let him hold him, blinked slightly, and asked him, “Are you sleepy? Do you want to sleep for a while?”

Xie Yibai let out a low laugh. “I do.”

He was the destined Sword Venerable, free and unrestrained until he was seventeen, and his sword had brought frost to the nineteen states.

Now that he had someone to care for, he was like a clingy person.

Xie Yibai took a short nap on the soft couch in Yu Lin’s study.

He had a dream.

In the dream, it was two years ago, when the first batch of immortal sect disciples had disappeared, and the evil cultivators had just appeared. At that time, he was still staying at the Yu family, reluctant to leave. The news had reached Lingyang, and Yu Jing had received the news first.

He had come to discuss with him. At that time, the elders were all away, and the disciples of the sect were deployed by Yu Jing. After the two of them had thought about it, they had immediately selected a batch of disciples and planned to rush to Yicheng to investigate.

After all, it was dangerous. No one had kept this matter a secret, but they had not specifically informed this batch of new disciples who had just passed the trial. But on the day of departure, he had seen this group of people who had just completed the trial by the flying boat, not a single one was missing, including his unwed wife.

Xie Yibai had not stopped him. He knew that his beloved was a very, very good and brave person.

Sure enough, in just a few months, the prodigies who had come from all directions had all changed their views of Yu Lin.

His foundation was not as strong as the other cultivators who had been tempered a thousand times, but his thinking was clear, and he could always save people from the battlefield. After he had saved many people, Xie Yibai could always hear the grateful calls of “Young Lady” from the people around him.

The person by his side was a little dazed at first and was slow to react. After many people called him, he would nod lightly and accept it.

In those days, Xie Yibai would lean against the side with his sword in his arms and would always see immortal sect disciples gathering by the fire at night to thank his unwed wife. Every time he heard the calls of “Young Lady,” he would feel proud and couldn’t help but smile.

Finally, one day, he couldn’t help but steal him away and tease him in a corner, “This trip is dangerous. Isn’t the young lady afraid at all?”

At that time, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the magpies were chirping.

His unwed wife had told him, “I know.”

He had leaned against the wall, his features quiet, his knees slightly bent. He had looked at him, and with his eyes curved, he had said to him, “Xie Yibai, don’t be afraid. I will protect you too.”

Xie Yibai had woken up at once.

The rain was still falling, and the daylight was dim. Yu Lin was sitting by the bed and reading a book.

His fingers were lifted slightly, and the book covered half of his chin. Xie Yibai lowered his eyes to look, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously pressed together.

Yu Lin was actually in a daze. In the plot, Xie Yibai had a calamity in his fate. He had a vague feeling, but he didn’t know when it would happen.

As he was thinking, on the soft couch beside him, Xie Yibai suddenly spoke.

“Little young lady.” he said.

Yu Lin looked over, his features quiet.

Even though he knew he was a boy, Xie Yibai still called him that, especially when they were in bed. He would get excited, which was a strange hobby.

Yu Lin maintained his persona and could not return to his male attire too early, so he didn’t pay much attention to it.

Seeing him look over, Xie Yibai walked over, bent down, and pinched the tip of his ear. He suddenly smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let those things into Wengcheng.”

He said helplessly, “Stop frowning. Can you smile?”

***

Xie Yibai slept for half an hour and then went to the meeting hall.

He was full of energy and didn’t look like he hadn’t slept for several days.

The head of the Yu family, Yu Pingjun, was a smiling fat old man. He was a master of the Golden Light Sword. Two years ago, he had been indifferent to him, but now he was a “worthy nephew.”

Anyway, his son liked him, so he could call him whatever he wanted.

Hearing that Xie Yibai had come, he came out of the room in a golden robe, holding a teacup, and smiling, his cheeks becoming more and more rosy.

He asked, “Worthy nephew, you are the leader of this trip. How is the situation in Yanyan Mountain?”

The evil cultivators of Yanyan Mountain practiced the way of refining corpses, which was not tolerated by the world. The disciples of the immortal sect families had formed an immortal alliance and planned to surround and annihilate them in the mountain.

The Taoist Qingming was lazy by nature and did not care about worldly affairs. Xie Yibai was the leader of Mount Cangsong on this trip.

However, in the past six months, Xie Yibai had been too eye-catching.

A young prodigy, the future Sword Venerable, he had traveled among the people, killed demons, and had made great achievements. All the young disciples listened to his orders, and the immortal alliance was implicitly led by him.

That’s why he was so busy.

Xie Yibai sat down and explained the recent situation one by one. The old man of the Yu family listened and nodded slightly. “Good. It should be so.”

He frowned and suddenly asked, “I heard that recently, the prodigies of the Guiyi Mountain Villa have been fighting a lot?”

He looked over, and the teacup in his hand spun around.

Xie Yibai’s expression was cold, and he didn’t seem to care.

The immortal sect families were connected, and the disciples had been taught to take care of each other since they were young.

It was just that when the prodigies gathered, there would occasionally be fights.

But he was suppressing it, and there had been no trouble.

Xie Yibai’s eyelids lifted slightly, and he shook his head. “It’s fine.”

The old man of the Yu family looked at him, his gaze slightly focused. Under the golden light, he was surprised to find that he could not see through his cultivation now, and he couldn’t help but touch the rim of his cup lightly.

“It’s good that you have a plan.”

***

Yu Lin took some time off at noon to go to the shop.

The Yu family was in business, and their industries were all over Jiangnan. They had countless mines. It was because they were rich enough that the Yu family, although far away in the mortal world, was not inferior in the immortal sects.

Yu Lin had his own trade route. He went in, and the golden-robed young lady who was moving the abacus inside came up and cupped her hands slightly. “Young Lady.”

The young lady’s features were heroic, and she was very tall, with a straight waist. A golden long saber was hanging from her waist, and the blade had the unique luster of ore.

The young lady’s name was Yu Zhen. Her saber skills were outstanding, and she was obsessed with metallurgy. But her personality was quiet, and she did not interact with people. She was often alone and was suppressed under the mine.

Yu Lin had accidentally dug her out of a collapsed mine. Later, she had accepted his invitation and managed Yu Lin’s own trade route.

It was also the escape route that Yu Lin had left for himself.

All Long Aotian had a life-and-death calamity. When they went through the calamity, their pride would be shattered, and they would fall into the dust.

Yu Lin could not travel at all times and needed someone with strong strength and sharp eyes to help him pay attention. When something happened, he had to make sure that Xie Yibai did not shatter too completely.

Seeing Yu Lin come over, Yu Zhen put down the account book and stopped looking at it. She got up to make tea, and the room was filled with the fragrance of tea.

She was holding a teacup and was making tea when Yu Lin behind her pressed his lips together and suddenly said to her, “I came today to ask you for a favor.”

Hearing this, Yu Zhen’s expression became serious. She turned around. “Please speak?”

Yu Lin looked at her quietly and said softly, “Go to Yanyan Mountain and keep an eye on Xie Yibai for me.”

He lowered his head, and his sleeve fell on the edge of the table. He looked out the door in thought, a little distracted.

***

While Yu Zhen was on her way to Yanyan Mountain, Xie Yibai stayed in Lingyang for another two days.

He always came back in the early morning.

Autumn was cool. He held his sword, and was dressed in a silver-trimmed white robe. A hairband of the same color fell down with his ponytail, which made his eyes long and narrow, sharp and bright, and very handsome.

He sat on a branch of a plane tree in the courtyard, resting his head on Ding Canghai and replying to messages, his eyes looking down from time to time.

He didn’t know what he saw, but he had a smile on his face and asked Yu Lin, “Little young lady, where are you reading?”

Yu Lin was sitting by the window and reading a book, reading about the local customs of various places.

The cold morning light fell. His eyelashes lifted slightly, and he suddenly asked, “Xie Yibai, why is your sword called Ding Canghai?”

Xie Yibai was stunned for a moment, his eyelids lowered, and he glanced at the buzzing sword by his side.

A moment later, he didn’t know why, but he blurted out, “I read a poem when I was young.”

“What?”

“The bright moon overlooks the vast sea, and the idle clouds are attached to the old mountain.”

Yu Lin had also heard this poem before. Because it was the same person, the reason for naming the weapon was also exactly the same.

Yu Lin held the book and looked up at him in the swaying tree shadows outside the window. A moment later, his gaze fell on the letter in his hand. “Xie Yibai, are you leaving?”

Xie Yibai looked at him, then at the hastily written letter in his hand. He knew he couldn’t hide it from him, and his fingers tightened and then loosened.

He jumped down, his chin tilted slightly, and said helplessly, “En, the formation is complete. It’s time to wrap things up.”

Yanyan Mountain was a dead land full of poisonous swamps. There was a lot of poisonous fog in the mountain, which was contagious. When a cultivator smelled it, their spiritual energy would become mixed.

To prevent the poisonous fog from spreading, the recluse of Daze had proposed to use the immortal sect’s Daoist techniques as a formation to seal this place.

So the spiritual power of a hundred prodigies was all gathered here. Xie Yibai had come to Lingyang this time, besides investigating Wengcheng, to get the Demon-suppressing Talisman as a magical artifact.

Now that the talisman was written, the prodigies of Yanyan Mountain were still struggling to hold on. Xie Yibai could not stand by and do nothing.

To fall in love with a high-spirited young man seemed to be the only annoying thing about it. They were always coming and going in a hurry, and their sword light was on the righteousness of the martial world.

Yu Lin looked at him and nodded lightly. “Okay.”

The tree shadows in autumn were mottled. He sat in the porthole, in a simple green robe, his fingers resting on the scroll, his eyes curved, looking warm and gentle.

Xie Yibai looked at him and couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Little young lady, wait for me to come back.”