Chapter 35

Lin Yu secretly anticipated in his heart, while outwardly keeping a composed and aloof demeanor. He slowly lifted his eyelids, casting a cool glance at Xius, who sat quietly to the side without offering an opinion. Raising a hand to his lips, Lin Yu let out a soft, discreet cough.

“Hm?” The man, his emerald eyes as clear as jade, looked over steadily.

Lin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, gazing at the man and said, “…Shall we get off the carriage and take a look?”

The man raised his brows but said nothing.

Lin Yu pressed on, “…a healer’s compassion.”

“You want me to save someone.” The man repeated the fact in a flat tone.

“Of course. Besides, Xiu…” Lin Yu glanced up at the man who wore Xius’s shell, that infuriatingly nonchalant, unmoved expression!

“Fine, I admit, I do want to see what’s going on. And saving a life is worth more than building a seven-tiered pagoda. Moreover, Xius, you’re an elf too! How could you turn a blind eye…” Lin Yu, utterly shameless, spoke earnestly to persuade him.

“Alright.” The man lifted a hand to his forehead, succinctly cutting off Lin Yu’s lengthy speech.

Lin Yu: “…”

Why did he look so obviously like he was only compromising to avoid a headache from my nagging?!!

No, surely it’s just my imagination!!

He must have been swayed by my wave of praise and flattery!

Straightening his clothes, Lin Yu adopted a calm tone and addressed the outside, “Es, give the order, halt the carriage.”

“Yes, young master.” The sprite Es responded swiftly, and almost immediately after hearing the answer from inside, he cleverly stepped down from the carriage, nodded to the strong male elves guarding the vehicle, and then respectfully waited by the side for further instructions.

After ordering the carriage to stop, Lin Yu’s first instinct was to stride out with an icy expression, prioritizing the cultivation of his image.

However, just as he took a step, he immediately recoiled as if shocked, silently turning to look at Xius, who still sat calmly inside, holding a jar of ointment.

“Xiu… Xiuls.”

“Mm, let’s go.” The man gently set aside the ointment, his brows lowering, answering in an unhurried tone.

Lin Yu recalled the early stages of this strategy game, so now, his uncontrollable excitement rose—he could already guess that the one lying outside was undoubtedly the first twisted girl who would drive the plot forward!

Yes! It’s that “rotten at the core, beautiful on the surface” troublesome character…

But… this girl seemed to have an unfortunate personal hobby—

Lin Yu swallowed a mouthful of blood rising in his chest. As he remembered the plot summary written on the spoiler card, his composed expression twisted for an instant.

If he hadn’t read the initial spoilers back then, the consequences would have been disastrous!

He only returned to himself when he felt a gentle tug at his arm from the man.

Taking a deep breath to quell any wishful thinking, Lin Yu offered a sheepish smile, “Let’s get off together.”

The man stared intently at Lin Yu for a moment, until Lin Yu felt his nerves fray under the gaze, then nodded, pushing open the exquisitely carved wooden door and stepping down from the carriage with measured steps.

“Young master, the one fainted ahead seems to be a man, but judging by his appearance and dress…” One of the brown-haired elves nearby hesitated for a moment before continuing in an unhurried manner.

“He seems to be a… demon courtesan.”

Lin Yu: “…!!”

Omg!! He really is a demon courtesan!!

That eccentric demon with a penchant for cross-dressing!!

Lin Yu hurried past the man and other male elves, determined and focused, paying no attention to the fleeting astonishment in their eyes, heading straight for the dark figure sprawled amidst the woods.

The closer he got, the more Lin Yu sensed the breeze carried with it a rich, intoxicating fragrance, like orchid and musk, soothing the mind almost unconsciously.

But Lin Yu, familiar with the character settings, knew that this alluring scent was unconsciously released by the unconscious person lying there.

Under the watchful gaze of those behind him, Lin Yu held his breath and crouched beside the unconscious demon, lifting his violet eyes to examine the figure closely.

The person wore a dark, patterned brocade robe, intricately made, with silver threads woven into the cuffs, hem, and even the tiniest seams.

A bead of vivid red cinnabar adorned the forehead, while the eyes remained tightly shut, casting long, curled lashes in shadow. The features were so exquisite as to be nearly worthy of a portrait, the straight nose gently flaring with each breath, lips parted slightly, their hue decadent and alluring. The beauty before him was dangerously tempting, making one want to lean in and taste the sweetness.

The fine, silver hair lay scattered like goose down, shimmering with a faint cold light, like the finest silk or the legendary ice silkworm’s threads.

Yet, that enchanting silver hair was a clear mark of the demon courtesan.

Lin Yu couldn’t help but marvel—female demon courtesans were all stunning, ethereal in beauty, almost androgynous in their allure.

But—Lin Yu’s gaze slowly drifted downward and paused.

What on earth did this girl eat to grow up?!

Why was her figure taller than his own?!

And that broad, flat chest—how could it be so unbroken and level?!

This was nothing like the game’s original design!

And…

Why did “she” lack any feminine delicacy, instead exuding an inexplicable wickedness?

Could her cross-dressing skill level be a little too advanced?

Even the prominent Adam’s apple between jaw and collarbone looked so convincing!

But something felt distinctly off…

And, why did he suddenly have a bad premonition?

Just then, he finally understood what was happening.

Xius, who had been silent behind him, almost as soon as Lin Yu stepped forward, turned to the respectful male elf beside him and asked in a calm, almost cold voice, “…demon courtesan?”

The elf froze for a moment, then answered truthfully, “Yes, young master, he’s a male demon courtesan.”

Xius’s emerald eyes narrowed, and he murmured, “Male… demon courtesan!!”

Now, the man’s beautiful eyes were nearly devoid of emotion, cold and thoughtful as he stared at the dark robes not far away. Then, upon seeing the silver figure, his lips pressed into a tight line, as if recalling some unpleasant memory.

Xius withdrew a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and tossed it to the nearest elf, ordering, “Share it out and take it.”

Then, without hesitation, he strode quickly toward Lin Yu, lowering his voice, deep and cold, to warn, “Xiao Qi, step back, don’t get too close. Male demon courtesans are the finest priests of their kind, skilled at beguiling minds and…”

The male elves, awakened by his words, abruptly stiffened, suddenly realizing how the fragrant air had grown denser—like a lingering, ethereal mist, silently permeating everything.