Chapter 5 Light Beauty, see you later!

Jun Mu Qian: "......"

She really didn't mean to, she just wanted to steady herself.

Quickly tidying up her clothes, she got up and apologized sincerely, "I'm sorry, young master."

She knew she had overstepped. She was just too curious about the appearance of this young master and had unconsciously reached out her hand.

But she didn't intend for things to turn out this way.

In that instant just now, she felt an overwhelming killing intent seeping into her bones.

As if the god of death was present, and the bones were resurrected.

But strangely, he didn't make a move.

Was it because he couldn't, or because he didn't want to?

Beside them, Mu Lin was trembling with fear, seeing all this. Could it be that he would be silenced by his master?

This girl was too bold, seeing the young master bathing so calmly, and now she even wanted to strip the young master's clothes?!

After a few moments of calming down, the man in crimson finally retracted all the killing intent within him. He took a breath and his cold eyes became even colder. "Leave."

Today was not a good day for killing. If she disappointed him in the future, it wouldn't be too late to kill her then.

Only then did Mu Lin breathe a sigh of relief and stepped forward. "Miss Mu, you can come with me to the Xingluo Sect."

"Okay." Jun Mu Qian smiled. Suddenly, she turned back. "Since the young master has already thoroughly investigated me, do I have the honor of knowing the young master's name?"

Naturally, she could tell that the young master wanted her to do something.

As for what it was, she didn't know yet.

But if she could cooperate with the Regent's Pavilion, the Xingluo Sect would not be afraid.

After glancing at her, the man in crimson leaned back on the couch, his breathing gentle, his expression cold.

"Ah, well." Jun Mu Qian felt a bit regretful, but she didn't mind. "Then we'll have to wait until next time..."

"Rong Qing," he interrupted her.

"Hmm?" Jun Mu Qian looked at him with peach blossom eyes.

"My name," the man in crimson said those two words and fell silent again.

"Rong... Qing?" Jun Mu Qian repeated, thinking to herself that this name sounded even more girly than hers.

But it was quite pleasant, matching his voice and his demeanor.

It seemed that he was afraid she would tease him again next time.

"Nice name," she smiled and waved her hand. "See you next time, Rong Qing!"

Rong Qing: "..."

Mu Lin: !

Almost afraid that the next moment would witness the disappearance of all evidence, Mu Lin suddenly appeared in front of Jun Mu Qian and then picked her up, and "swoosh," he ran away.

It wasn't until they left the Regent's Pavilion that he slowed down his pace.

The "beautiful and gentle lady" just now had scared him half to death. Thank goodness he ran fast.

Just as Mu Lin was still trembling with fear, a voice came from beside him. "Hey, young man, let's make a deal."

Jun Mu Qian coughed a few times. "Put me down, it's a bit tight."

"Sorry!" Mu Lin realized that he had almost strangled the girl and immediately loosened her collar. "I was too anxious, Miss Mu."

"It's okay." Jun Mu Qian moved her neck. "I know you're afraid of angering the gentle lady."

She smiled. "You don't need to worry, the gentle lady seems to have a good temper."

Hearing this, Mu Lin was a bit bewildered. The master had a good temper?!

Nonsense!

Clearly, he could be the kind who would cause blood to flow for miles and leave a trail of corpses with just one fit of anger!

Mu Lin felt it necessary to remind this poor girl, lest she end up in trouble. "Miss Mu, if you see the master next time, it's best not to call him that way."

"Hmm?" Jun Mu Qian was surprised. "Why?"

According to Jun Zunzhu's theory, beauty is beauty, and it should be said openly.

"Because..." Mu Lin pondered for a moment. "The master really hates it when people say he's 'beautiful.'"

"That shouldn't be." Jun Mu Qian was even more surprised. "I like it when people say I'm handsome."

When she first disguised herself as a man and traveled the rivers and lakes, a group of women even threw sachets at her.

"Ahem." Mu Lin felt a bit embarrassed but still said, "It's said that when the master was very young, he was always mistaken for a little girl, so..."

Before he could finish, he heard a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, mistaken for a little girl, hahaha..." Jun Mu Qian shook her head repeatedly. "So that's the reason."

Being mistaken for a girl, how beautiful would that be?

Now she was even more curious about what Rong Qing looked like.

She was handsome, and he was beautiful. They matched well, didn't they?

Ugh, she shouldn't corrupt the child.

Mu Lin fell silent, thinking to himself that it was fortunate that the master wasn't here, or else he would definitely be beaten up.

"Miss Mu, it's getting late," he looked at the sky and said respectfully. "The master ordered me to send you back to the Xingluo Sect on time."

He sighed inwardly again, not knowing why the master would give away such precious things.

"Let's go." Jun Mu Qian stopped laughing, a glint of darkness passing through her eyes. "I can't wait any longer."

Yan Wanying, it's time to settle the score!

**

Tianxuan Peak, Xingluo Sect.

"Wanling Junior Sister, stop crying."

"Yeah, Wanling Junior Sister, this isn't your fault. None of us expected Mu Qian to be taken by the people from the Regent's Pavilion."

"If we have to blame someone, it can only be her bad luck."

Several people surrounded a woman in a light yellow garment, comforting her with gentle words.

Many male disciples, seeing the beautiful woman in tears, felt pity and harbored deeper resentment towards Mu Qian.

Finally, one disciple directly cursed, "I say, Mu Qian deserves it! A waste who can't even cultivate, yet still occupies the sect's resources. It would be better if she died!"

This statement was unexpectedly met with agreement from many others.

"Yeah, it's been ten years, and she still can't even become a spiritualist."

"During last year's sect competition, Mu Qian really brought shame upon our sect!"

The more he spoke, the more indignant he became.

"How can fellow disciples speak of Senior Sister Mu like this?" Ye Wanying cried with red eyes, "Senior Sister Mu just lacks spiritual roots, you all are being too harsh!"

"Wanying Junior Sister, we know you have a kind heart," a senior brother sighed softly, "but Mu Qian doesn't deserve your defense. Please don't cry so much and harm yourself."

Upon hearing this, Ye Wanying stopped sobbing, but then her tears flowed even more fiercely, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't dragged Senior Sister Mu to play games, she wouldn't have gotten into trouble."

The senior brother spoke again, "Wanying Junior Sister, you did the right thing. It doesn't matter if Mu Qian got into trouble, but if you did, it would greatly damage the reputation of Xingluo Sect."

Implied in his words was that Mu Qian's death was deserved.

Ye Wanying looked up with teary eyes, "I-Is it really not my fault?"

The senior brother decisively replied, "Of course not."

To reassure his junior sister, he added, "Besides, it's been seven days, Mu Qian must have already..."

Before he could say the word "died," a faint, misty voice suddenly came from a distance.