A goddess dwells in my heart.

Chapter 32 Brother Lu, am I pretty?

Wancheng, Yang Mansion.

The air was thick with the smell of medicine, mixed with a hint of blood.

Yang Xinyong lay unconscious on the bed, his nose and cheeks wrapped in thick white gauze.

Beside the bed, a richly dressed woman was wiping away tears with a handkerchief; she was Yang Xinyong's mother, Liu.

Seeing her son's miserable state, her heart ached. She couldn't help but complain to her husband, "My poor Yong'er, the Lin family is so cruel! How could they use such force during a martial arts match? They clearly wanted to kill my son!"

Yang Ting glared at his wife and snapped, "Shut up! What do you know, you woman? It was just a friendly martial arts competition. If you're not as skilled, who can you blame? The Lin family sent high-quality healing pills and offered plenty of compensation afterward. They've shown their sincerity. What more do you want?"

Startled by her husband's shout, Liu trembled and then realized she had spoken out of turn.

There were outsiders in the room, and if such complaints about the Lin family were to get out, it would be very bad for the Divine Sword Sect.

She quickly wiped away her tears, forced a smile, and said to Ye Mo, who was taking care of her, "Please forgive me, Doctor Ye. I was just flustered. Luckily, Doctor Ye was here. Yong'er's injury is all thanks to you. We didn't even know that Yong'er had made such a promising young friend as Doctor Ye in Chang'an."

Ye Mo smiled modestly and said gently, "Madam Liu, you flatter me. I hit it off with Young Master Yang at first sight, and it is only my duty to do my part since we are here today."

"Young Master Yang's injuries appear serious, but they are mostly superficial wounds. With the high-quality medicine sent by the Lin family and my acupuncture treatment, he will definitely recover in less than half a month without any hidden dangers. Please rest assured, Madam."

Liu thanked him repeatedly, and Yang Ting also cupped his hands in thanks to Ye Mo, his expression softening slightly.

Ye Mo glanced at Yang Xinyong, who was barely breathing on the bed, and then said to Yang Ting and his wife, "Brother Yang needs to rest now and should not be disturbed. You two have also worked hard all night, so why don't you go and rest first? I can take care of things here."

Yang Ting knew that staying here and seeing his son's miserable state would only increase his frustration, so he nodded and pulled the still reluctant Liu Shi away from the room.

Only the unconscious Yang Xinyong and Ye Mo, who was standing quietly by the bed, remained in the room.

Ye Mo's gentle smile slowly faded as he muttered to himself, "What a miscalculation. I wanted to take down Lin Chensha first, and then use his identity to get close to Su Wanning. I didn't expect this guy to be so tough to crack, leaving us no room to make a move."

Yang Xinyong, who was lying unconscious on the bed, suddenly spoke: "It's a Spirit-Protecting Jade. I approached Lin Zhengge as a guard and barely managed to get a chance to learn from him. I used the God-Slaying Technique to confirm that Lin Zhengge had a Spirit-Protecting Jade protecting him, so he couldn't be attacked with soul techniques. Just now, I sensed it on Lin Chensha; it's the same Spirit-Protecting Jade."

A glint of light flashed in Ye Mo's eyes: "Even if it was in public and Lin Zhengge didn't need to be afraid of us taking action, the fact that she was willing to lend us her protective magic weapon means that this Lu family member who calls himself Lin Chensha must be her lover, or perhaps even her fiancé whom she is betrothed to according to family tradition."

"That was a real blunder," Yang Xinyong said with frustration. "I noticed on the first day that Lin Zhengge's gaze towards Lin Chensha was strange, which is why I sent Yang Xinyong to provoke him. I thought that turning him into one of us might help me get closer to Lin Zhengge..."

"But when we learned that he was a prince, we were afraid that it would cause trouble and make Yang Xinyong lose his identity as Lin Zhenge's bodyguard, so we temporarily gave up."

"Looking back now, it's such a pity. This might have been our only chance to complete the mission."

Ye Mo remained silent for a moment, then shook his head: "There's no need to regret it. Perhaps this is fate. The Hehuan Sect... Ha, even if we manage to complete the mission this time, given that woman's ways, she'll still send us to even more dangerous places next time. Staying in the Hehuan Sect will only lead to her finding an excuse to eliminate dissidents sooner or later. The best course of action is to find an opportunity to betray the sect and escape as soon as possible."

Yang Xinyong revealed a lewd smile: "What I regret is not just the mission, but that Lin Chensha is truly blessed with good fortune. If I became him, I could not only enjoy the sweet and lovely little doctor Su Wan Ning, but also the stunningly beautiful Lin Zhenge... Hehe, maybe I would even have a chance to kiss her..."

A lewd smile, completely at odds with his gentle appearance, appeared on Ye Mo's face.

The two men simultaneously let out identical, eerie chuckles, as if these two different bodies contained the exact same soul.

After laughing, Ye Mo sighed again, a look of deep regret on his face:

"It's a pity we were too careless back then. We shouldn't have gone to the banquet in our true form. I never expected that woman to be so despicable, using Gu worms to control the entire sect and force her way to power..."

"Now that things have come to this, we can only stabilize the sect while trying to capture Su Wan Ning, so that we can enter Shennong Valley to find a way to cure the Gu poison."

Yang Xinyong's eyes darkened, and he said helplessly, "If we don't make a move at the main banquet to put on a show, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the sect. But if we only use a clone to make a move and then fake our death to escape, the best-case scenario is that the sect will discover that we have a clone as a life-saving trump card, and we will be even more suspicious and restrained in the future. And the worst-case scenario..."

Ye Mowen's gentle face revealed deep apprehension: "The worst outcome is death and the annihilation of both body and soul."

"Heroes of the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river. Back then, our master, a powerful figure of the seventh realm, was unable to even use a single means to protect herself under the sword of the Sword Emperor. She died and her cultivation vanished. By a twist of fate, we, the substitute cauldron she had prepared in advance, were given a second chance at life and even received an opportunity to inherit her legacy."

"Our cultivation is shallow, and our main body cannot control our clones from a great distance. Tomorrow is the main banquet, with so many righteous masters gathering. If some old monster manages to find the hiding place of our main body, we will face certain death."

Yang Xinyong gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Ting, as the garrison commander of Wancheng, participated in the defense arrangements for this celebration banquet. I could tell at a glance that something was wrong with the scale of it. It was not a celebration banquet for the daughters of ordinary noble families at all. It was more like a gathering of righteous leaders."

"I had already informed the sect to request the cancellation of this mission and to temporarily avoid confrontation. But that woman... she refused! She even said she would send more experts to cover for me, and told me to proceed with confidence."

Ye Mo shook his head and said self-deprecatingly:

"Hehe, if the Hehuan Sect still had experts capable of defeating the heroes of the righteous path, how could it have fallen to the point of being dropped out of the Ten Realms?"

……

"Brother Lu, I'm staying for a few days. You don't mind, do you?"

"You mean Dr. Su? She went back to her hometown and asked me to look after you for the next few days, so I came over."

"Brother Lu, you feel so hot, do you have a fever?"

"There's no need to see a doctor. I've learned some medical skills. Brother Lu, lie down and get some sleep. You'll be fine when you wake up."

"Hey! Brother Lu, why are you awake! I...I just wanted to warm you up, that's all."

"Clothes...without clothes underneath, it gets warmer faster..."

"Brother Lu, is my body very weak?"

"Brother Lu, am I pretty?"

"Would you like to touch it...?"

"Brother Lu, would you like to do something else?"

"Hmm~"

……

"Haa!"

Lu Zheji suddenly sat up in bed, his chest heaving violently.

The girl's soft voice seemed to still echo in his ears, and the enchanting scene lingered in his mind. He was panting heavily, feeling hot all over, and his close-fitting nightgown felt subtly uncomfortable.

From within the Bronze Sparrow Terrace, the goddess's clear, ethereal voice drifted in, carrying a subtle meaning:

"Emperor Wu, you...should go take a bath."

Lu Zheji: "..."