Invincible Immortal Cultivator in the City
Chapter 138 - 137: Grievance

Chapter 138: Chapter 137: Grievance

Lin Hao hated being threatened.

Right from the start, Yi Lingchuan used the Mingyang Sect and Jin Chengdao to threaten him, so naturally he wouldn’t be polite.

Jin Chengdao, now even his corpse is probably gone.

"Dead man?" Yi Lingchuan chuckled coldly, "Young Master Lin, it seems you are unaware of the prowess of my teacher. Once the old man becomes a dead man, I’m afraid you two will be so dead you couldn’t be deader?"

Lin Hao’s smile was not quite a smile as he couldn’t be bothered to explain further: "Whatever you think is fine. In any case, you are not getting the sword back today."

A sharp gleam flashed in Yi Lingchuan’s eyes: "I perceive you’re also a talent from this year’s Binhai University. I originally intended for you to hand it over honestly and let you join the Mingyang Sect as an Inner Courtyard Disciple. It seems you choose to spurn wine for punishment."

Yi Lingchuan really wanted to make a move, but this was, after all, Binhai University, and he didn’t dare to act rashly here. After a pause, he said, "Since you’ve chosen death, then next time, I will personally send you to your death."

With those words, he turned and left without a moment’s hesitation.

Lin Hao’s identity had already been thoroughly investigated by him; just a country bumpkin from a poor place, with no significant background.

How the Ru Yuan Sword ended up in his hands, Yi Lingchuan wasn’t sure, but he knew that killing Lin Hao would be as easy as flipping his hand.

"Why let him go?" Lan Xiyue asked curiously, "Together, the two of us might not be his match."

"Do we both need to act?" Lin Hao replied, "I alone am enough. Letting him go simply because I do not wish to take a life right now."

The two conversed as they walked to their class.

The appearance of Lin Hao and Lan Xiyue, without a doubt, caused a commotion of shrieks.

Lin Hao’s seat was already piled high with love letters and flowers, so full that there was hardly any space left, which left him somewhat bewildered.

"You’re now the hot topic in our school," Lan Xiyue teased, "Many of the student sisters want to spend a night with you."

Lin Hao gave her a glance: "Don’t forget who you are. Take these and deal with them."

"Hmph."

Lan Xiyue huffed, seeming reluctant, yet she still gathered up all the love letters and flowers and tossed them into the trash can.

Class soon began.

This was the last class Lin Hao and Lan Xiyue would attend in their current grade, as once they entered the Inner Courtyard, they would not return to these classes.

The lesson quickly ended, and Lin Hao took one last look at the classroom before turning to leave.

Behind him, Lan Xiyue was tidying up his textbooks and then carrying both hers and his, obediently following behind him.

This scene nearly stupefied the students in the class.

"Brother Hao is truly formidable."

"Tsk tsk, when can I have a school beauty as my maid."

"Cool gentleman, so stylish."

Regardless of gender, the students buzzed with comments as they watched the two’s retreating figures.

Once back at the Sea Dragon Banquet Villa, Lan Xiyue immediately started to cook dinner.

Talented individuals, no matter what they do, tend to excel, even as a maid, she was the best of the best.

In just a few days, her skills in laundry and cooking had evolved from initially inedible to now near perfection—a table full of delicacies, pleasing to the eye and the palate.

"Not bad, you’ve made progress," Lin Hao praised.

"Of course," Lan Xiyue playfully said, "How could something like cooking stump me? And for this, I only used 30% of my power."

"Oh, is that so?" Lin Hao smiled, "Keep it up, and after dinner, clean yourself up a bit, then come to my room."

After eating a few bites, Lin Hao put down his bowl and chopsticks and went back to his room, his calm words leaving Lan Xiyue dumbstruck.

Go to his room, for what?

Lan Xiyue was confused, her mind once again conjuring the image of Lin Hao’s resolute bronze figure, a blush creeping onto her fair face, adding a touch of seductiveness to her already beautiful visage.

Lin Hao’s request not only failed to repel her, but for some reason, it filled her with anticipation, even a sense of urgency.

"Lan Xiyue, oh Lan Xiyue, it seems you have truly fallen for him. Since that’s the case, why not exercise a woman’s right with him sooner rather than later?"

"Rather than giving your first night to someone you don’t like, it might as well be him."

Thinking of her arranged marriage and as the days drew closer, she grew increasingly frustrated.

After dinner and a bath, Lan Xiyue chose her loveliest and most provocative black silk slip dress, which draped her curves as though tailor-made, revealing her skin beneath the lace sleepwear with an ethereal allure.

Her fair and shapely legs revealed unabashedly, resembled exquisite white jade, her tempting figure sparking imagination.

She reached Lin Hao’s door, feeling as though the man inside was waiting for her. The door was ajar, and with a gentle push, it opened.

Inside, Lin Hao was browsing something on the computer. Hearing the noise, he turned around instinctively.

That look back, catching sight of her appearance, stirred a brief ripple even in his calm eyes despite his centuries of life.

However, that ripple vanished in less than half a second, disappearing without a trace.

His surprise wasn’t because of Lan Xiyue’s beauty—he had seen countless enchanting women­—but rather because Lan Xiyue seldom wore makeup, and he didn’t expect her to own such revealing nightwear. At a glance, one could even glimpse the contours beneath her nightgown.

An ordinary man would have been nosebleeding at this scene, unable to restrain his primal desires.

But Lin Hao, after a slight perturbation, returned to his tranquil state.

Lan Xiyue caught the whole scene and felt a twinge of disappointment.

"Even like this, I still can’t stir your interest? Is it not to sleep with me that you’ve called me here?"

"Hmph, I don’t believe I can’t seduce you."

Lan Xiyue hardened her resolve, her demeanor growing even more enticing as she asked softly, "Young Master Lin, do you have any instructions for me?"

"Nothing much."

Lin Hao looked at Lan Xiyue curiously.

Has this woman taken the wrong medicine today? Why has she suddenly become so gentle?

"What does ’nothing much’ mean?" Lan Xiyue approached Lin Hao in small, graceful steps. They were less than half a meter apart when she batted her eyelashes at him, as if casting a flirtatious glance.

"I asked you here to cure your illness," Lin Hao said, ignoring her flirtations, his tone as serene as water.

But those simple words caused Lan Xiyue to pause, her beautiful eyes staring intently at Lin Hao.

"Are you trying to drive me away?" The only link between her and Lin Hao was her chronic illness, and now Lin Hao wanting to cure her, in her eyes, meant sending her away.

Although they had only spent a few days together, at first, she constantly thought about Lin Hao curing her, so she could escape his clutches.

But as time passed, she had developed a slight dependency on Lin Hao.

She had even agreed to a marriage arranged by her family to protect Lin Hao.

Now with Lin Hao suggesting her departure, she found it hard to accept; a mist appeared in her clear eyes, portraying a sense of grievance.

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