Reincarnation Of The Businesswoman At School Chapter 3482 Follow Them

Moreover, as Tiancheng Sect disciples, they constantly exploited their status for bullying without facing backlash. This very reason fueled their escalating audacity.

Thus, Li Mochen's words failed to instill any fear in them.

In their view, Li Mochen and his group hailed from petty sects or negligible clans venturing into Dragon Bone Forest for training at most. Should they surpass that, they still wouldn't stem from premier sects or clans—merely average ones perhaps.

Disciples from those elite sects and clans seldom traversed Tianshui Town first to enter Dragon Bone Forest.

"So what if that? I demand a room today—what will you do?" Immortal Yu boasted haughtily. Backing down now would shame them if rumors spread.

"Precisely. You'd best act wisely, lest you regret the repercussions," Immortal Wang menaced.

"Oh? Pray tell, what power lets you back that up?" Li Mochen challenged, unleashing a Nascent Soul lord's oppressive aura. It crushed the two Golden Core immortals in a flash, blanching their faces as breath hitched and footing crumbled.

Shock gripped both. This plain-looking man hid such overwhelming might.

Disaster had befallen them through their own folly this time.

Still, Immortal Yu and Immortal Wang held back from pleading. Threats bubbled up instead. "Unfazed by Tiancheng Sect? We're the sect leader's close aides!"

Li Mochen intensified the suppression at once, spattering blood from their mouths beyond control. Persistence would demolish their Dantians.

Who was this fearsome figure? Tiancheng Sect meant nothing to him.

Li Mochen sneered mockingly. "Does proximity to the sect leader justify oppressing others? Regrettably, Immortal Ling Chen and I share a longstanding friendship. Tomorrow we meet—I'll inquire whether everyone near him shares such domineering ways."

Li Mochen's declaration paled Immortal Yu and Immortal Wang further, panic etching their features.

They never anticipated this man's acquaintance with Elder Ling Chen, complete with a tomorrow's appointment.

Should he recount today's affront to Elder Ling Chen, grave peril loomed.

Having pondered hastily, Immortal Yu groveled swiftly. "Senior, mercy please! Unaware you befriended Elder Ling Chen, we've sorely wronged you. The room's yours—no, we'll foot your lodging costs!"

"No thanks. Just leave!" Li Mochen held no real grudge against them, as no true harm came from their side.

Released from Li Mochen's hold, Immortal Yu and Immortal Wang bolted away instantly.

"Stay wary of Immortal Yu and Immortal Wang—they likely won't forgive easily," the innkeeper cautioned benevolently.

"Thanks for the warning. We'll remain alert," Li Mochen replied gratefully.

Subsequently, all withdrew to their rooms, aiming to rest briefly before heading out for food.

Leng Xiaoyao had been slated to bunk with Song Qingling, but Li Mochen pulled her directly into his quarters. Her cheeks flushed red immediately.

Room secured, Li Mochen swiftly raised a barrier and captured Leng Xiaoyao in a deep kiss.

Ages had passed since their last encounter—his yearning for her raged uncontrollably!

Leng Xiaoyao resisted on reflex at first, yet soon melted into the embrace.

In no time, fervor spiraled beyond bounds. Leng Xiaoyao recovered her senses first, pushing Li Mochen away.

"Yaoyao, why the hesitation? We're Dao couple already," Li Mochen pleaded, gaze mixing longing and frustration toward her.

"Um…" Leng Xiaoyao's eyes darted aside. Deep down, she couldn't pinpoint her anxiety; readiness eluded her mind. Eventually, she offered, "I'm still young…"

"You're grown—an adult now," Li Mochen muttered sulkily, convinced she dodged with excuses.

Fair enough! Nineteen hardly screamed maturity. Impatience defined him alone.

"I-I'm not mentally ready yet. L-Let's postpone until revenge is claimed!" Leng Xiaoyao stuttered. Evasion wasn't her goal; raw nerves surged at the thought.

"Alright!" Li Mochen wouldn't coerce Leng Xiaoyao, hating to upset her. Nonetheless, her stipulation stuck—he'd curb patience no longer after vengeance.

Evening fell; post-dinner, Leng Xiaoyao went back to share the room with Song Qingling.

…

Immortal Yu and Immortal Wang refused to drop the matter, though folly kept them from striking personally. They hastened to Tiancheng Sect instead, approaching Sect Leader Ling Feng.

Appearing around forty, Ling Feng bore a bone age of seventy. Peak Nascent Soul Period prowess granted him centuries of lifespan.

Blind to Li Mochen's link with Ling Chen, Immortal Yu and Immortal Wang sought Ling Feng's backing. They fabricated that Ling Chen colluded with a shadowy powerhouse arrived in Tianshui Town, plotting a morrow meet.

Learning their loyalty to Tiancheng Sect's helm, the man struck—evidently scheming against them.

The revelation enraged Ling Feng. He swallowed their account whole, long noting Ling Chen's suspicious shifts, intensified lately. Doubts brewed, proof absent.

A tomorrow rendezvous demanded his surveillance.

Come dawn, Ling Chen's exit from Tiancheng Sect triggered Ling Feng's tail. Equivalent cultivation concealed his pursuit.

Not until arrival at Li Mochen's inn did Ling Feng detect him.

Ling Chen journeyed alone, while Li Mochen spared the group the encounter, guiding only Leng Xiaoyao to an inn private room.

Ling Chen too came solo, their scheme too perilous to leak—even to inner circle.

Distrust played no part; unconfirmation did. Minimal knowledge equaled maximal safety.

Thirtyish in looks, Ling Chen's bone age hit sixty. He reigned at Nascent Soul Period peak.

Private room sealed, Li Mochen's isolation formation activated—barring Ling Feng from sensing Ling Chen upon approach.

Suspicion surged in Ling Feng toward this clandestine parley with the enigma, motives dubious.

…

In the room.

"Senior Brother Ling Chen, behold my Dao partner, Leng Xiaoyao." Li Mochen presented her to Ling Chen. His present 'clone' guise as Ling Yin justified the brotherly address.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Leng." Ling Chen offered courteous welcome to Leng Xiaoyao, her open cultivation outstripping his—courtesy demanded.