Fairy, don't let your golden finger chase after me!

Chapter 62: How did I, a blond villain, end up in Feng Aotian's hellish situation?

Sensing the strange gaze directed at her by Dong Mo, Yin Lingsu turned her head and winked at him.

"Don't be afraid, my disciple. As long as your master is here, no one can lay a finger on you."

Upon hearing Yin Lingsu's words, Dong Zhan's expression instantly darkened.

On the other hand, Gu Ziyue, that silly fox, had no sense of crisis whatsoever. She skipped over to Dong Mo, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a grin.

"Don't be afraid, junior brother, my teacher has your back. My teacher is super amazing..."

Seeing that Gu Ziyue also called Dong Mo "junior brother", Feng Ling Shuang, who was standing next to her, immediately lost her composure.

"Junior Brother Dong, what exactly is going on?"

Feng Ling Shuang pointed at Yin Ling Su, then at Gu Zi Yue, and questioned her rapidly.

"Why did that senior demon call you disciple? Why did that fox demon call you junior brother?"

"Didn't you just tell me you were going to join our Ancient Holy Land?"

"Could it be... that you really are colluding with the demon race, as the Dong family claims?"

Feng Ling Shuang stared wide-eyed at Dong Mo, as if she had been greatly deceived.

"Senior Sister Feng, please don't misunderstand, I don't know what happened either..."

Dong Mo pointed at Gu Ziyue, then at Yin Lingsu, and then said with an innocent expression.

"I recognize that fox; I saw her in the secret realm before. But her master... I really don't know her; this is the first time I've ever seen her!"

Feng Ling Shuang looked at him with suspicion.

Dong Mo spoke with such sincerity that he didn't seem to be lying.

The problem is... that Nascent Soul cultivator kept calling him "good disciple," and that fox demon kept calling him "junior brother." They don't seem like they "don't know each other" at all!

Before Feng Ling Shuang could speak again, Gu Zi Yue had already moved closer.

She tilted her head, her large purple eyes curiously scrutinizing Feng Ling Shuang, her fox ears twitching slightly.

"Huh? Who are you? Why are you calling this blond kid 'junior brother' too?"

Feng Ling Shuang puffed out her chest and said proudly, "I am Feng Ling Shuang, a disciple of the Sword Peak of the Ancient Sacred Land! Dong Mo has already decided to join our Ancient Sacred Land, so you demons shouldn't cause trouble!"

"Making trouble?" Gu Ziyue immediately became displeased upon hearing this, hands on her hips, tail swishing behind her. "You're the one who should give up on that idea! My master has already decided to take Dong Mo as his disciple; he won't be going to the Desolate Ancient Holy Land with you!"

"You think you can't just say you can't? Who do you think you are?"

"I'm his senior! Who do you think you are?"

"I'm his senior!"

"I admitted it first!"

"I called first!"

The two women argued back and forth, and it looked like they were about to draw their swords against each other.

Suddenly, the two stopped arguing at the same time, turned to look at Dong Mo, and asked in unison:

"Tell me! Who do you want to go with?"

Dong Mo: "………"

Dong Mo was sandwiched between the two women. To his left were Feng Ling Shuang's expectant blue eyes, and to his right were Gu Zi Yue's cunning eyes. For a moment, he felt a chill run down his spine and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Wait... this isn't right!

I'm clearly a blond-haired cannon fodder villain! How can a blond-haired villain have a love triangle? And it's the love triangle between the female lead and the second female lead's nemesis...

This scene... is too bizarre, isn't it?

Dong Mo opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the atmosphere, but found his mind blank; his usual eloquence was completely useless at this moment.

"I……"

Dong Mo was speechless, completely unable to utter a word.

After all, he can't exactly say, "I want to be with both of them," can he? He'd probably get beaten to death by the two women.

I can't just say "I won't side with anyone," can I? That would offend both sides.

After all, he still needs to rely on the Ancient Sacred Land and Gu Ziyue's protection...

Dong Mo mentally ranted: I just wanted to leave Heming Mountain quietly and go to Zhongzhou to avoid the storm! Why does it seem like I've become some kind of hot commodity that everyone wants to snatch away?

I'm just a blond-haired, cannon fodder villain! Can you chosen ones please leave me alone?!

Just as Dong Mo was caught in a dilemma, a cold voice came from ahead, breaking the delicate stalemate.

"The Sword Demon of the Southern Wilderness, Yin Lingsu?"

Dong Zhan spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deliberately suppressed killing intent, like the calm before the storm.

The hot-tempered older sister, Yin Lingsu, tilted her head, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, and began to spew profanities.

"Why would you call me 'Mom'?"

"What? You, a junior, actually recognize me?"

Dong Zhan's lips twitched, clearly taken aback by Yin Lingsu's thunderous remarks.

However, Dong Zhan was a man who had seen many storms, and he quickly adjusted his mindset and replied to Yin Lingsu.

"I don't know him, but I've heard of him."

"Did you kill the Dong family's retainer?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Lingsu casually picked at her ear.

"You mean that pretty boy who loved playing with calligraphy brushes? I killed him."

"That brat was disrespectful to our princess and even tried to capture her to refine pills. I happened to be there as her bodyguard, so I just killed him."

She paused, then added, "What, that pretty boy is from your Dong family? Tsk, I thought he came from some lowly, ignorant family."

Dong Zhan's face darkened completely.

He turned around abruptly and shouted loudly at the members of the Dong family's law enforcement hall and their retainers behind him.

"Did you all hear that? Dong Mo colluded with the demon race and murdered the family's elder. The evidence is irrefutable, and his crime deserves to be punished!"

"All of you, get him! Seize Dong Mo and punish him according to family rules!"

The cultivators of the Dong family's Enforcement Hall looked at each other, but in the end they gritted their teeth, drew their weapons, and approached the spirit boat step by step.

The atmosphere on the dock instantly became tense and menacing, with swords drawn.

However, Yin Lingsu remained completely unfazed. She didn't even draw her sword; she simply took a lazy step forward, blocking the path in front of the spirit boat.

An invisible aura emanated from her, and a tangible pressure swept across the surroundings.

The Dong family cultivators stopped in their tracks almost simultaneously.

They felt as if they were facing not a human being, but an ancient, ferocious beast awakening from its slumber. The terrifying pressure made it hard for them to breathe, and the weapons in their hands trembled slightly.

Some people even had sweat on their foreheads, their legs felt weak, and they didn't even have the strength to take a step.

Yin Lingsu's gaze swept over the cultivators, a disdainful smile playing on her lips. Not a single one dared to move.

Upon seeing this, Dong Zhan's expression turned even more unpleasant.

He gritted his teeth, leaped into the air, and landed ten feet in front of the spirit boat, his eyes fixed on Yin Lingsu.

"Yin Lingsu, do you know?" His voice carried a long-suppressed fighting spirit, "I've wanted to have a match with you for a long time."

Yin Lingsu glanced at him, her golden eyes completely unmoved.

"Oh? Is that so?"

She reached out and rubbed her wrist, making a crisp cracking sound, then pointed to the normal space outside the barrier of the Heming Mountain Small World.

"The rules here are restrictive, we can't really unleash our full potential. Why don't we go outside and practice?"

Dong Zhan's eyes lit up, and a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"That's exactly what I was thinking!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two figures, one in black and one in white, rose from the ground at the same time, transforming into two streaks of light that broke through the barrier of Heming Mountain and flew towards the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the outside world.