Chapter 8: Unmatched Art of Seduction

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Yu Rumu’s Jade Maiden Heavenly Technique inherently possesses a discerning effect against evil spirits and demons. If Junior Brother Wang Lin had truly been possessed by a demon, a ghostly shadow should have appeared from that palm strike. Could it be that her cultivation was insufficient, or that the possessing demon was too powerful?

Yu Rumu found herself in a dilemma, staring at the figure lying on the ground—she wanted to save him but dared not move.

“Cough… Senior Sister, if you still don’t believe me, then you must trust the Master’s ‘Ruoshui Chong’, right?”

Enduring bone-crushing pain, he struggled to rise from the ground.

Only then did Yu Rumu realize that the Master had crafted a life lamp called ‘Ruoshui Chong’ to safeguard their souls. If possession occurred, the lamp would shatter automatically. She had acted rashly, striking Wang Lin without caution.

A surge of guilt and urgency welled up in her heart. She hurried over and reached out to help him.

Wang Lin calmly pushed her hand aside and smiled, “I’m fine. No need for Senior Sister’s concern.”

Yu Rumu froze, her hand hanging midair, uncertain.

Wang Lin walked past her with a smile and said indifferently, “If Senior Sister is well, you should head back.”

Though his expression was composed, Wang Lin was fiercely suppressing excruciating pain—like countless knives stabbing his heart—that confirmed the severity of his injury.

Yu Rumu quickly grasped his hand, her face filled with anxiety: “Impossible, Junior Brother Wang, you’re hurt!”

Wang Lin impatiently shook off her hand, dismissing her worries: “It’s nothing, just a minor injury.”

Seeing Yu Rumu about to speak again, he spun around and shot her a fierce glare, snapping, “Today I didn’t even get to drink, and I’ve already been struck by Senior Sister’s palm—it’s unlucky enough. Stop bothering me!”

Yu Rumu’s face showed shock, her misty eyes locking onto Wang Lin’s with a pitiful expression.

Wang Lin inwardly sneered. Yu Rumu had always enjoyed scolding him, and now that he merely retorted slightly, she felt deeply wronged.

In the past, he was the scapegoat, summoned or dismissed at will—those grievances would have surely driven them to turn against him.

Wang Lin staggered, pausing with each step, making his way back to the Jade Pavilion.

Only Yu Rumu remained, standing disheveled in the wind.

She recalled how obedient and gentle Wang Lin used to be. No matter which senior sister scolded him, he would listen attentively and respond earnestly.

He never defied them and treated their words as sacred.

But now, his temperament had changed drastically. He was somewhat impatient with her and wore a dismissive expression when being reprimanded.

She felt uneasy, as if she had lost a loyal servant.

Previously, Wang Lin enjoyed exaggerating his injuries, grimacing theatrically to amuse them when hurt.

But today, after such a heavy blow that made him cough up blood, he showed no expression and silently walked away.

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