"Confession..."
Ye Ran fell into contemplation. Expressing this was simple in words, but it presented two significant challenges.
Firstly, You Luo Temple, being an apex demon sect, had numerous rules and regulations, including a strict prohibition against engaging in romantic relationships. This rule was established by the sect leader, Leng Wuyan, to ensure disciples could focus on their cultivation. Leng Wuyan set the example herself, never involving herself in romantic affairs. Rumors even painted her as a stoic woman, derided by outsiders as an "unfeeling iron-hearted old woman."
Thinking about his formidable master's stern rules, Ye Ran shivered at the thought.
Bringing this matter to light might bring about disastrous consequences for me. However, to complete the mission, I must put such concerns aside.
The second question:
"Whom should I choose?" Ye Ran pondered.
Ye Ran, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, was renowned for his cold and ruthless demeanor. Voluntarily confessing didn't align with his character. To avoid suspicion, precision was crucial for the flawless execution of the plan.
After careful consideration, Ye Ran resolved to confess to his junior sister. The girl was deeply infatuated with him, like a devoted follower, the success rate should be very high. An essential factor was her absent-mindedness; given her simplicity, she wouldn't be suspicious.
Just do it.
Ye Ran grew weary of pretending and hastened to the residence.
With his current cultivation base sealed and his perception slowed, confessing in person carried risks, as the walls could have ears. So, he opted for the photo stone method, a safer alternative.
In a quiet room, Ye Ran sat on a chair, clutching a blue stone known as the Photo Stone. A low-grade spiritual item, it wasn't considered a magical treasure. Due to its low quality, it didn't require spiritual power to activate.
Pouring one's thoughts into it allowed one to capture the desired imagery. Others could then see the content when it sank into their minds. According to Ye Ran, this was the perfect tool for confession!
However, a major problem arose when he planned to record the video: he didn't know the other person's name.
The role of Junior Sister was fleeting; there was no need to remember the name. Moreover, for Ye Ran, a newcomer, it was impossible to know it.
"Forget it. I won't mention the name at all. It's better than making a mistake."
Ye Ran closed his eyes, delving into his mind to paint the desired imagery. He began by praising her, then exaggerated his affection, adding numerous romantic tales. Given the innocence of the little junior sister, it was guaranteed to make her blush and her heart race when she saw it—perhaps even bring tears of joy at the romantic gestures.
It took only half a stick of incense to complete the video recording. Ye Ran carefully reviewed it and, after confirming no issues, placed the stone into a sandalwood box.
He proceeded to the little junior sister's residence.
Fortuitously, her window was open.
Making sure no one was around, Ye Ran threw the sandalwood box through the window, landing it on the table.
"Anyway, the time limit is twenty-four hours, which is enough for two full days. If the photo stone is ineffective, I can also use the method of confessing in person."
Ye Ran clapped his hands and then hurriedly departed.
After a while,
a playful sound echoed, and several young female disciples gathered.
"Hey, Elder Sun took quite a while today. By the time I rushed to Mount Xuanling, the Son had already left," one of the girls with a pretty face said.
Evidently, she was unhappy about not seeing Ye Ran.
"That's enough, Xinran. Clinging to the Holy Son every day risks making him unhappy; he might just use you as a human cauldron for cultivation," others joked.
Lu Xinran clenched her small fists and said firmly, "If I can aid the Holy Son's cultivation even a bit, what's the harm in being a human cauldron? I'm willing!"
"Tsk, tsk. You're truly a loyal fan of the Holy Son."
"Of course, I like the Holy Son the most!"
Several people headed towards their respective rooms, chatting along the way.
Lu Xinran entered her room and slumped lazily into a chair.
"So tired."
At this moment, a female disciple passed by her door and said, "The medicine pills for the assessment should be ready. I'm going to deliver them to the sect leader. Do you need anything?"
"Yes."
Lu Xinran noticed the sandalwood box on the table, picked it up, and handed it to her. "Then I'll trouble my senior sister."
"No problem."
The female disciple took it, and tossed it into her storage ring, placing it among a pile of similar boxes.
Leng Wuyan, the sect leader of You Luo Temple, despite being a formidable female devil, cared deeply for her disciples. Especially for the direct disciples on the main peak, she regularly checked their progress in cultivation. Pill refining was one of the crucial items. The elders had advised her not to handle everything personally, given her status as an emperor-level master. However, Leng Wuyan was passionate about this matter and, despite all persuasion, retained this practice.
Rakshasa Peak.
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, heavy snow fell.
A beautiful and unparalleled figure stood in the snow, her robes fluttering in the wind like waves of white.
Leng Wuyan's eyes were deep as she gazed at the distant mountains, lost in thought.
A female disciple approached, presenting a jade.
"Master, this is the information sent from Middle Earth."
"Very well."
After Leng Wuyan took the jade, the female disciple promptly withdrew.