“Senior Brother.” Lin Qingyang looked a bit shy, seemingly not used to addressing Zhang Yifan this way.

Zhang Yifan smiled slightly, not minding it, and casually patted his head before taking the lead into the room.

Following behind him, Lin Qingyang still had a smile on his face, but a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, quickly concealed. This person meant him no harm, and his dislike was merely due to an aversion to physical contact with others.

He lowered his eyes slightly. Since he woke up, three days had passed. His mind had lost many things, yet gained many others.

For instance, at this moment, he was no longer a blood slave of the Blood Slaughter Sect but had become a disciple of the Corpse Puppet Sect.

When he first woke up, he was extremely panicked, thinking his act of killing the senior brother had been exposed. But later, he slowly realized he seemed to have truly returned to the past.

No… it wasn’t exactly returning to the past. At least his background was not as good as this child named Lin Qingyang. He could never forget the greedy expressions on his parents’ faces when they sold him to the sect.

Forget those two scumbags. Once he makes some progress in his cultivation, he’ll go out and find them to kill them.

However…

Lin Qingyang’s expression turned a bit subtle, thinking of the corpse lying on the bed. He thought he might really be abnormal.

Although most disciples of the demonic path were not mentally stable, why did he feel an uncontrollable surge of intense affection when he saw a corpse now?

He gently touched his chest. Every time he thought of that person, his heart would beat wildly, as if… he was born for him.

He was the sole purpose of his existence.

Lin Qingyang never thought of himself as a good person. A truly good person could never survive in the Blood Slaughter Sect.

How could someone like him fall so passionately in love with someone? And a man at that? No matter how he thought about it, it seemed unbelievable.

Yet such an unbelievable thing happened.

It just… felt unreal.

“Junior Brother? What’s wrong?” Zhang Yifan looked at Lin Qingyang in confusion. Wasn’t this kid anxious just a couple of days ago? Why was he so calm now that it was time to start cultivating?

“I’m fine, just… a bit excited.” Lin Qingyang’s cheeks flushed with excitement.

If he learned anything in the Blood Slaughter Sect, it was probably this skill of blushing on command.

Back then, it was this face and his superb acting skills that helped him escape many crises. Otherwise, how could a blood slave with average talent and no background ever become a formal disciple?

“Haha, no need to be nervous. With Senior Brother here to protect you, there won’t be any problems.” Zhang Yifan waved him over.

He gestured for him to sit on the bed, then arranged Cheng Hui’s corpse in a meditative posture. With their arms touching, the cultivation technique could form a cycle within both of them.

This cultivation method, to be precise, should be considered a form of dual cultivation. However, since the corpse had no intelligence and wouldn’t betray, the efficiency of dual cultivation was higher.

Lin Qingyang gathered his scattered thoughts and reminded himself that he was Lin Qingyang now. Everything about Lin Qingqiu was in the past. He didn’t know which great power sent him back, but he knew that strength was his only reliance at any time.

He overcame his inner resistance, allowing Zhang Yifan’s spiritual power to enter his body. His own spiritual power followed Zhang Yifan’s, quickly forming a perfect cycle between Cheng Hui and himself.

Seeing his junior brother succeed in guiding spiritual energy into his body on the first try, becoming a first-stage Qi Refining cultivator, Zhang Yifan was dumbfounded.

Back then, he needed his master’s guidance to cycle five or six times before gradually mastering the technique. Could it be… the gap between him and his junior brother was this big?

Lin Qingyang had already entered a deep meditative state, absorbing a large amount of yin energy into his body.

Zhang Yifan, stimulated to the point of doubting his life, fell into a state of self-doubt, once thinking his talent was not bad.

However, what happened next made him even more depressed. Just as he was amazed at his junior brother’s extraordinary talent, the next second, his junior brother’s life-bound mysterious corpse also exploded with immense potential.

The yin energy, originally forming only one vortex, began to slowly split, soon forming a small vortex around Cheng Hui.

At this moment, a yin energy vortex formed above both Lin Qingyang and Cheng Hui’s heads, with a large amount of yin energy being drawn into their bodies by this tornado.

Seeing the surrounding yin energy being absorbed completely, Zhang Yifan’s face changed drastically. He quickly activated the formation in the small courtyard, allowing a large amount of yin energy to pour in.

The yin energy vortex above their heads grew larger and larger. Even though it was their first time cultivating, they created quite a spectacle.

When the yin energy around the small courtyard was also absorbed, the yin energy from further away began to flow in, replenishing the deficiency here.

This was an ancient battlefield, never lacking in yin energy. Perhaps the commotion caused by these two was too great, even alarming the grand formation. Zhang Yifan watched in shock as a massive black hole opened at the peak of their Thirteen Peaks.

Once the black hole opened, a torrent of high-quality yin energy, as thick as liquid, rushed in. Such high-quality yin energy condensate was usually hard to come by, yet it appeared here.

“What happened?”

“Is there a change in the grand formation? What’s going on?”

“Is it the Thirteen Peaks? What is that old thing Wu Youzi up to again?”

Naturally, the situation at Lin Qingyang’s place attracted a lot of attention, including the sect master of the Corpse Puppet Sect, who all began to inquire about what was happening.

Wu Youzi appeared in the small courtyard immediately. Seeing his master, Zhang Yifan was overjoyed and quickly explained the situation.

This matter was too big for him to handle, so he left it to his master.

Soon, several divine senses extended towards this place.

“Hmph!”

Wu Youzi snorted coldly, waving his hand to send out a vast amount of spiritual power, “It’s just that this old Daoist accepted a new disciple, causing a bit of a commotion. It’s nothing major, everyone disperse.”

After speaking, he didn’t care if others believed this reason and directly sent away all the divine senses.

He looked at Lin Qingyang, who was still absorbing yin energy like a whale swallowing water, and smiled wryly.

He knew his little disciple was exceptionally talented, but he didn’t expect this Blood Fiend Body to be so powerful. It seemed his attempt to hide this disciple was doomed to fail.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

During these seven days, Lin Qingyang remained in cultivation.

Once Lin Qingyang’s cultivation entered a stable cycle, Zhang Yifan no longer stayed. Before leaving, he not only activated the original formation of the small courtyard but also specially activated a protective formation disk left by his master.

Although the Corpse Puppet Sect forbade internal conflict, if this rule were truly effective, there wouldn’t be so many people dying silently outside every year.

In short, everything was understood without words.

Seven days later, Lin Qingyang awoke from his meditation, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes glowing faintly with a blue light.

Those eyes were full of curiosity, as if seeing the world for the first time. When they met his gaze, the owner of the eyes suddenly showed an indescribable expression.

Lin Qingyang: …???

“You’re awake?”

As soon as Cheng Hui spoke, he wished he could slap himself. Wasn’t that obvious?

Not wanting his beloved to feel awkward, Lin Qingyang nodded considerately, “I’m awake.”

As soon as he spoke, he was stunned himself.

Slowly chewing over the words “beloved,” he felt his heart beat even more intensely.

It just… this title suited him quite well.

Outwardly only eight years old, but internally already twenty-five, Lin Qingyang rarely showed a genuine and shy smile.

His once-proud acting skills crumbled before this person. It seemed that as long as he faced him, he wanted to present the most beautiful things in the world to him. Those clumsy performances? They didn’t exist!

Cheng Hui was a bit troubled facing Lin Qingyang. He wasn’t blind; the other party’s feelings were so obvious. If he still closed his eyes and thought the other party had no feelings for him, it would be too much.

He was very embarrassed at this moment. More accurately, facing the deep affection of a little boy, he couldn’t help but feel awkward.

The little person inside him was pounding the ground. What should he do?

How could he tactfully yet firmly reject the other’s confession?

Oh, wait, rejecting means the other has to confess first. But how does one count a confession made with eyes?

Oh my god, he was so embarrassed he could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the ground!

Perhaps realizing he had scared Cheng Hui, Lin Qingyang quickly adjusted his expression, “Hello, do you remember me? I’m your husband.”

Cheng Hui: …

Great, this has evolved from fiancé to husband. Kid, you’re clever! — Not!

Seeing Cheng Hui show that indescribable expression again, Lin Qingyang suddenly felt guilty, coughing twice, “Ahem, I mean fiancé.”

Cheng Hui: … Fine, fiancé it is. It’s better than directly becoming a husband.

He planned to have a good discussion about their relationship, trying to explain as tactfully as possible that they shouldn’t be together, but when he opened his mouth, he could only make ah, ah sounds.

Cheng Hui: …

“Don’t worry, you just woke up and are considered a walking corpse. To be honest, I’m already surprised you have such a clear consciousness. According to the records of the Corpse Life Profound Luo Skill, you should be muddle-headed at the walking corpse stage.”

Cheng Hui: …

Damn, does this mean until I reach the next stage, I’m a mute?

Oh, not exactly mute, I can still make idiot-like babbling sounds… _(:з」∠)_

Lin Qingyang comforted him kindly, expressing that he would work hard in cultivation to help him reach the next stage as soon as possible, so he could speak.

Cheng Hui looked at him eagerly, almost waving a little handkerchief. Everything depended on Lin Qingyang now; otherwise, relying on his own cultivation, who knew when he could speak?