After being conquered by a silly and sweet girl, I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 297 Being a Demon Lord is Hard (16)

Wen Mulin knew this better than anyone else.

Or rather, the main reason he left Yuehuan Sect, besides his unpleasantness with You Muxue, was his utter disappointment in Chu Shangyin himself.

If we only talk about food, clothing, and daily necessities, then Chu Shangyin is really incredibly good to him.

Even now that he's in the so-called prestigious Yuelu Sect, he's not receiving the same treatment as he did in the Yuehuan Sect.

If it weren't for Chu Shangyin, he wouldn't have this level of martial arts skill now.

However, when it comes to the relationship between the two, Wen Mulin only feels a deep sense of helplessness.

Chu Shangyin is the Venerable Yuehuan, and he has practiced the art of love and harmony since childhood.

In Chu Shangyin's own words, he did this out of necessity to maintain his internal strength.

No matter how jealous or envious Wen Mulin was of those people, he could only silently swallow his grievances.

He constantly reminded himself of this and forced himself to be magnanimous for a long time.

However, Wen Mulin later learned from a conversation with You Muxue that with Chu Shangyin's current skill level, there was no need for him to continue practicing the same way as before; he was clearly practicing the Ice Lotus Divine Skill.

The reason for maintaining the same frequency as before is entirely because Chu Shangyin is a womanizer.

As Wen Mulin grew numb day after day, he finally sensed something was amiss.

It turns out that he was no different from Chu Shangyin's other male favorites.

Or to put it more bluntly, he was even worse than Chu Shangyin's male concubines.

At least those male concubines could still serve the emperor in bed.

Neither he nor You Muxue had ever served the emperor in bed.

Is he really that unattractive?

How could he compare to You Muxue, whom Chu Shangyin had gone to great lengths to rescue?

He was, at best, a dog that Chu Shangyin picked up by the roadside.

It was precisely because Wen Mulin understood this that he left Yuehuan Sect.

Thinking about how he had been losing sleep over this person for the past few days, Wen Mulin wanted to slap himself. Even his expression towards Chu Yizhi changed. "Yes, how could I forget?"

Even if Chu Shangyin wasn't his father's killer, the fact that he had wronged him would not change.

He pinched his palm hard, warning himself not to be deceived by Chu Shangyin again.

His ever-changing expression could not escape the eyes of the cunning and shrewd Chu Yizhi.

Chu Yizhi closed his eyes briefly. "Young Master Wen doesn't want me to come?"

As he said this, the beautiful scenery peeked through his soaked clothes, and Wen Mulin glanced at it unintentionally, his ears instantly burning.

Wen Mulin turned his head away to cover up his embarrassment. "Of course not. Since I told you, it's because I hope to help you get better."

No matter what, Chu Shangyin had done him a favor, and now that he understood that Chu Shangyin was not his father's killer, Wen Mulin suddenly felt guilty about stabbing him with a sword earlier.

Helping Chu Shangyin detoxify is my way of repaying his kindness.

Thinking of this, Wen Mulin stood up and said, "I'll take you to the medicine pavilion a little later."

Since Wen Mulin often stayed at the Cleansing Pool, no one noticed anything amiss during those two hours.

As night fell completely, the aroma of medicine filled the air throughout the Yuelu Sect.

The Yuelu Sect is famous throughout the world for its alchemy. Here, disciples practice martial arts and refine medicine on a daily basis.

Chu Yizhi changed into Wen Mulin's clothes, put on a human skin mask, and followed Wen Mulin to the medicine pavilion without any restraint.

The medicine pavilion wasn't far from here. Chu Yizhi walked with a natural expression and steady steps, looking even more at ease than Wen Mulin.

They were lucky; they hadn't encountered a single disciple along the way.

Upon arriving at the entrance of the medicine pavilion, Wen Mulin unlocked the door with his key, and a strong smell of medicine wafted out.

Chu Yizhi felt a toothache just from the smell. "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, where did you find the antidote?"

Wen Mulin locked the door and then breathed a sigh of relief.

As he lit the lamp, he answered, "It was found in the library."

"The library of the Yuelu Sect?" Chu Yizhi asked in surprise.

"Hmm." Wen Mulin opened the half-prepared antidote. "I originally planned to give it to you after I finished making the antidote, but since you're here, I might as well make it all at once for you."

The time-consuming and laborious parts are all prepared. Now, only a few last ingredients are needed before we are all done.

After Chu Shangyin took the medicine and was cured of the poison, the two of them went their separate ways, owing each other nothing.

Thinking of this, Wen Mulin felt a little disappointed.

This sense of loss was quickly interrupted by Chu Yizhi, "That's not right."

Seeing his serious expression, Wen Mulin asked, "What's wrong? Don't you trust me?"

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” Chu Yizhi frowned, “it’s just that I feel things…”

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang rang out, and the locked door was violently slammed open.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of highly skilled disciples rushed in without hesitation, instantly filling the small alchemy room to capacity.

"Search!"

At a command, the disciples began to move.

Wen Mulin's stiff neck slowly lifted as he spoke, and then his gaze fixed on Yue Huaqian standing at the door.

"Young Master Yue, what are you doing?" He gritted his teeth, his expression filled with humiliation.

"Who are you! Ah Lin? What are you doing here?"

Yue Huaqian only then noticed his presence, and his cold, hard gaze softened instantly, turning into one of panic.

It wasn't that he didn't recognize him; it was mainly because Wen Mulin's attire was too, too...

His disheveled appearance was completely at odds with the image of a noble gentleman in his mind.

When Wen Mulin was looked at like that, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. He leaned into the basin of water next to him and his face darkened instantly.

His face and his hair looked like they had been burned by a blown-up alchemy furnace, all messy and disheveled.

And what about Chu Shangyin?

He glanced almost imperceptibly at the spot where Chu Yizhi had just been. He had watched Chu Yizhi disappear from his sight while the two of them were talking.

This was so bizarre that he had completely forgotten when he had become this grotesque.

He was thinking this when, little did he know that his seemingly discreet glance had already caught Yue Huaqian's attention.

“It’s my fault for not explaining it to you clearly. A few hours ago, a disciple spotted an unfamiliar figure loitering in front of the alchemy building. I suspected that a spy had infiltrated our Yuelu Sect, so I ordered people to guard the alchemy building and the medicine pavilion.”

"Hey Lin, when did you get here? This place might not be safe anymore. Are you injured? Should we go hide for a while?"

While apologetically explaining to him, Yue Huaqian secretly winked at his subordinates and began searching the location that Wen Mulin had just seen.

“I haven’t been here long,” Wen Mulin said calmly, his tone still carrying a hint of anger at being disturbed. “You came in without even knocking. Don’t you trust me?”

"Of course not." Yue Huaqian quickly explained, "Ah Lin, I know you have a deep-seated hatred for Chu Shangyin that you haven't avenged yet. You hate him, so I was afraid he would break in and hurt you. It's all my fault."

As Yue Huaqian spoke, his two disciples had already walked to the spot where Chu Yizhi had just stood and began to search.

Wen Mulin's heart jumped into his throat, and he frantically tried to stop it. Just then, he felt his hand being gently touched.