Chapter 245: Seeking Assistance from the Refining Demon Sect (Part Three)

Chapter 245: Seeking Assistance from the Refining Demon Sect (Part Three)

Lin Nuo was once again acutely aware of the immense power of the protagonist’s aura.

Others from prestigious families attend the Lin Family’s celebration because they were born with a golden key—it’s a given.

But here comes Su Kexin, who initially had no connection with immortals. After a trip to Zifeng Valley, she became one of the immortal representatives for the grand celebration at the Lin family.

The tale unfolds from the very beginning—ah, no, let’s start from that day when Lin Nuo first mentioned the Lin Family celebration to her.

Upon learning about the grand celebration, Su Kexin inadvertently brought it up with Zhao Zhou, and he promptly arranged a spot for her.

After all, Zifeng Valley is where immortals gather, and it’s natural they’d have invitations to attend.

However, these immortals often scoff at these mundane bureaucratic gatherings and generally choose not to partake.

So, Su Kexin would go in their stead.

A mere commoner representing an immortal at a banquet? What’s her qualification for that?

Oh, wait, because she’s the protagonist? Well, that explains it!

And thus, Lin Nuo took Su Kexin and Ruo’er flying to the banquet.

It wasn’t time for the feast yet, but as the young master of the Lin family, Lin Nuo naturally had to arrive early.

Su Kexin stepped onto a sword, followed by Lin Nuo and Ruo’er, and off they flew together.

After flying for a while, they stopped at a small town to grab a meal and fill their bellies.

They were quite close to the city where the Lin family resided, so they would just walk the remaining distance. After all, flying a sword down to such a banquet would be too ostentatious. He was just going through the motions, so he preferred to stay low-key; no need to be too flashy.

They found an inn to eat first. Lin Nuo changed into more formal attire since, although this was merely a formality, it was still necessary to dress in a slightly more respectable manner.

Not long after sitting down, he felt as if someone was focusing their gaze on him.

Hmm?

Someone who looked vaguely familiar.

“I’m going out to buy something; you two stay here and eat,” he said.

With that, the perceptive Lin Nuo picked up his sword and stepped outside, followed by a cloaked girl from the inn.

They moved into an alley.

“Is that really you?” Lin Nuo asked.

“Yeah, it’s me. What are you doing here?” The girl’s smile faded, and her expression turned gloomy.

She was Mu Yiting, the young master of a gang, with a side business in cold water production.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you?” Lin Nuo retorted.

“Just coming to make a deal,” she casually replied.

“What kind of deal? What color?”

“… Black… What do you take me for?”

“No, I just asked if it was an environmentally friendly deal. What are you thinking?”

“So you know what I’m thinking?” Mu Yiting shot back.

“Do you know that I know what you’re thinking?”

“Do you know that I know…”

“Alright, alright, cut out the circular logic.”

Lin Nuo interrupted her, swiftly changing the topic.

“I came here for the Lin Family grand celebration.”

“Congratulations, then.”

“Do you think I’m willing to attend? You’re congratulating me?”

Lin Nuo replied irately, but talking to Mu Yiting was quite enjoyable. There was no awkwardness or forced politeness; they spoke freely.

Even when she occasionally pushed back, it was far better than being surrounded by those who only praised him.

Of course, it wasn’t a case of being a masochist; after all, amidst all those upright folks, being able to chat with Mu Yiting from the underworld felt immensely pleasant. That’s where real connections thrive, after all!

Mu Yiting noticed the sword in his hand, identical to the one Su Kexin had—what a couple they’d make.

She asked, “So you’re still using your junior martial sister’s sword?”

“Life in the martial world isn’t always in one’s hands,” he replied.

“Is it possible you got involved with her?”

“If I did, would you believe it?”

“Not really, but if you wanted it, I’d be game to cooperate.”

No surprise there; coming from the underworld, she was completely unrestrained!

“Is it that easy? You’d cooperate? Not today; let’s take a rain check.”

Lin Nuo’s tone turned serious. “How’s everything with your family? Didn’t you mention there was internal strife?”

“Not good. Their faction is too strong; I almost got killed.”

Mu Yiting replied calmly. She wasn’t joking; she never made light of such matters.

“Have you sought any help?” Lin Nuo continued to ask.

“No one is willing to assist. I’m at the end of my rope; one day, I’ll die in the wilderness.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Nothing to fear. In the underworld, dying isn’t a big deal. It’s just our fate.”

Mu Yiting responded, level-headed, already embracing the realization that it’s survival of the fittest—the weak should perish.

Dying in the wilderness, huh? That’s not good; I, Lin, am counting on your cold water to bring some joy!

And besides, without Mu Yiting to stir the pot among these righteous sects, it’ll surely lack some flavor.

Lin Nuo asked, “What about the previous person I mentioned, Ling Meng?”

“Why ask about her?”

“Just curious if she’s still alive.”

“She’s alive and well. After our last negotiation flop, she disappeared for a while but then returned to the Refining Demon Sect, where her strength skyrocketed, and her status improved. The sect is expanding, and she’s gained quite a bit of confidence. I was too naive back then.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Lin Nuo listened, feeling optimistic about the situation.

Ling Meng’s rise in power and status was to be expected.

Yet Lin Nuo had his concerns.

Because Ling Meng was out of his field of vision; he didn’t know at all how strong she had become.

If she’s gotten too strong, wouldn’t that just displace him from his villainous role? Plus, if she levels up too quickly and starts causing trouble, the Sword Saint might give her early retirement.

He pondered how he could benefit from the results of the protagonist, Su Kexin, post his departure, boosting the Phoenix Sword to grow stronger.

This was not true love; it was definitely not a proper upgrade.

“You have a way to communicate with Ling Meng from the Refining Demon Sect?”

“Finding someone from the Refining Demon Sect is straightforward. Her status has greatly risen, and her influence has expanded. Many disciples know her name, so reaching her isn’t a problem,” Mu Yiting replied.

“Why, do you want to find her?”

“If you’re truly at your wit’s end, I’ll lend you a hand.”

Lin Nuo took a broken piece of jade from his pocket and handed it to Mu Yiting.

“I have some connections with Ling Meng’s master. Please ask a disciple from the Refining Demon Sect to deliver this jade to Ling Meng. She’ll help you through this crisis. Just don’t mention my name; her master is Wu Ying Ge; that’ll be enough.”

Lin Nuo, feeling uneasy, even took out a piece of paper, scribbling a note mainly asking Ling Meng to bury the hatchet and lend Mu Yiting a helping hand.

After finishing the note, he handed it to Mu Yiting, advising her, “Go on, trust me. Unless you get killed on your way there, the Refining Demon Sect will keep you safe.”