Chapter 91. Roasting Pigeon by the Stream

Chapter 91. Roasting Pigeon by the Stream

Seeing that person with the surname Mu, Lin Nuo immediately understood what was going on.

This pigeon was released by her, and the hidden message inside was likely meant for her shady family.

This place was desolate, devoid of resources, and the spiritual energy was thin; even the flowers had withered. No foolish disciple would come here.

Well, except for him.

I must say, Mu Yiting’s information concealment technique was quite impressive. The pigeon was encrypted, and on the surface, it was hard to tell anything was off. Plus, it had an invisible Spirit Shield attached to it, making it impossible for ordinary… no, pigeon hunters to shoot it down.

But alas, a mighty force sent it crashing down.

And the disciples of the Xuanyun Sect wouldn’t casually kill beings; even while practicing their techniques, they’d avoid dense animal areas. Mu Yiting likely chose this spot for that very reason—there were many animals around.

Even if the pigeon was shot down and picked up by someone, it would self-destruct, destroying the information it carried. The explosion wouldn’t be large, but it would be sufficient to obliterate the message.

Lin Nuo examined Mu Yiting briefly. Although she wore a smile and looked calm, a bead of sweat formed on her forehead, suggesting she had rushed over just now. Lin Nuo knew she must have seen the pigeon fall.

Mu Yiting approached with a smile, “Senior Brother, this pigeon looks so pitiful. Our Sect Master advocates harmony between humans and nature. How about we heal its wounds and let it go? Helping small animals also builds up our merit, after all.”

In the past, Lin Nuo would have thought of Mu Yiting as a kind little angel who loved animals.

But now…

Sorry, he preferred demons.

He pulled out a small knife and stabbed the not-yet-dead pigeon twice. Seeing it still struggle for breath, he stabbed it two more times.

He had always loathed pigeons, especially those that wrote novels; such bliss.

“I’m planning to roast this pigeon; want some?”

After stabbing the pigeon, Lin Nuo casually asked Mu Yiting.

Mu Yiting was fuming! Was this guy even a disciple of the Xuanyun Sect? How could he stab a defenseless little dove? How cruel!

Did he know in advance that I was sending a message for my family and purposely came here to ambush me? Besides, carrier pigeons were protected by Spirit Shields; normal disciples simply couldn’t shoot them down.

Sure enough, he was aware and had intentionally come to stalk her.

Mu Yiting understood that Lin Nuo meant no good, but she wasn’t panicking; as an undercover agent who had long established a popular persona within the Xuanyun Sect, this minor situation was nothing to scare her.

Moreover, he had no evidence to prove she was an undercover agent; she hadn’t lost yet.

“No, Senior Brother Lin Nuo. But I didn’t expect you enjoyed hunting pigeons from Tianling Mountain to roast. I totally understand this habit of yours. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

Mu Yiting shook her hand and chuckled lightly.

“I won’t tell anyone either,” Lin Nuo sneered. “I happened to pass by, not knowing you were here, but since I’ve accidentally captured it, I can’t return it to you. You’ll have to release another one.”

“Ah, Senior Brother, I don’t understand what you’re saying…”

“There’s no one else here, so stop hiding it. You complete your mission, and I’ll do my thing without interfering. Besides, I have no interest in this sect whatsoever.”

Lin Nuo started preparing to roast the pigeon, arranging stones, gathering wood, and plucking feathers, all with great skill.

Watching her carrier pigeon being roasted, Mu Yiting truly loathed him; however, she couldn’t get angry and had to keep her composure.

“I still don’t understand what Senior Brother is saying,” Mu Yiting insisted on feigning ignorance.

“If you don’t understand, then you can leave.”

Lin Nuo had no intention of dragging this out; he already knew her identity. Since she insisted on hiding, there was nothing more to say.

“I’ve never roasted a pigeon in the wild; I want to see how Senior Brother does it.”

“Suit yourself.”

Lin Nuo didn’t mind and continued with his task. Once the feathers were mostly gone, he started the fire, skewered the pigeon on a rack, and roasted it over the flames.

Just a bit of barbecue sauce away from perfection.

Mu Yiting sat across from him, observing his every move. She wasn’t really there to see the roasting; she was there to gauge his demeanor.

Previously, she had only talked to those close to him, knowing he was a “good person.” Now, seeing him head-on, she hoped to gather useful information.

She absolutely had to capture this tricky man.

“Senior Brother, do you come here often? Or did you come specially today?”

“Occasionally. I didn’t come here just for you; don’t get the wrong idea.”

“I didn’t mean that. By the way, I heard that Senior Brother has a mental demon, and my master even infiltrated your illusion realm and was killed by your mental demon. Quite terrifying! I hope you can overcome that soon. By the way, Senior Brother, what techniques do you usually practice since you’re so powerful?”

“If you want to probe me, I suggest you head back early.”

Lin Nuo was focused entirely on roasting the pigeon, managing the fire and flipping it, making sure it was perfectly cooked—not burnt, not raw so it would taste good.

Suddenly, a chilling breeze swept through, and Lin Nuo sensed a familiar aura.

At that moment, a graceful figure appeared from the forest.

“So, you were here.”

A silver-haired girl walked over lightly.