Chapter 460: Shyness

Perhaps due to being overly frightened, at this moment, Chen Lingxin wore nothing but a single towel wrapped around her body. The sight was deeply alluring. Her long, fair legs stretched out from beneath the towel, beautiful to the point of being breathtaking.

Caught off guard, Lin Xiao instinctively reached out to catch her. What met his hands was soft, smooth, and still damp. It was clear that Chen Lingxin hadn’t even had time to dry off before running out.

After plunging into Lin Xiao’s arms, Chen Lingxin was still shaken. Her body trembled as she clung tightly to Lin Xiao’s arm.

“What’s wrong?”

Lin Xiao forced himself to suppress the rising impulse and asked in a low voice.

Lin Xiao kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, not looking down at Chen Lingxin’s face, because doing so would inevitably lead to seeing her body.

“A b-bug… There was a huge bug inside.” Chen Lingxin’s voice trembled, pressing even closer into Lin Xiao’s chest.

“A bug? Just a bug, and you’re scared like this? You could slap it dead with one hand.” Lin Xiao truly couldn’t understand her fear of insects.

Held in Lin Xiao’s arms, Chen Lingxin slowly calmed down.

She looked down at herself, then looked up at Lin Xiao’s handsome side profile. They were so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. Her whole face flushed red in an instant.

The blush spread rapidly, reaching all the way to the base of her neck. Even her crystal-clear earlobes turned bright red. Her face now looked just like a freshly steamed shrimp.

Suddenly, she raised her hands and covered Lin Xiao’s eyes.

“Master, don’t look!”

As she moved, the towel around her chest slipped off, and her flawless body was fully exposed to the air.

It was as if lightning struck her. Chen Lingxin froze. She didn’t know whether to keep covering Lin Xiao’s eyes or lower her hands to cover herself.

Fortunately, Lin Xiao sensed her embarrassment. Without a word, he closed his eyes and quietly moved his hands away from her body.

“I didn’t look. Go back in quickly.”

Chen Lingxin bit her cherry lips with pearly white teeth, carefully lowered her hands, and swiftly picked up the fallen towel, covering her chest again. Then, she slipped behind Lin Xiao.

“Master, there’s a big bug in the bathroom. I don’t dare go in. Can you get rid of it for me?”

“Even this little thing needs me? Aren’t you usually pretty fearless?”

Chen Lingxin’s face was still flushed, but she replied righteously,

“All girls are afraid of bugs. It’s not about courage. Come on, Master, I’m not wearing anything right now. If I catch a cold, it’ll be your fault.”

She nudged Lin Xiao’s back with her fragrant shoulder, urging him toward the bathroom.

Lin Xiao sighed in resignation and walked into the bathroom.

He saw a bug about the size of a thumb lurking in the corner, completely unaware of its impending doom.

Lin Xiao stomped the bug to death, then washed it down the drain with water. After confirming there were no more cockroaches in the bathroom, he said blandly,

“All right. You can go back to your bath.”

Then, Lin Xiao turned and exited, closing the door behind him with his eyes still shut.

Chen Lingxin let out a long breath and patted her chest. The mirror reflected a face flushed with color, eyes sparkling, cheeks burning. It was like she was a completely different person from before.

“Why is my heart beating so fast? Why is my face so hot?”

Chen Lingxin cupped her burning cheeks and stared blankly at her reflection for a while. Only when she began to feel a chill did she return to her bath.

Over ten minutes later—

Chen Lingxin finished washing and stepped out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized pale pink T-shirt that hung to her knees. Her long, fair legs looked unusually alluring, enough to make anyone’s heart race.

By now, she had returned to her usual self, casually strolling over to Lin Xiao with long strides.

Her personality was always like this—equal parts femininity and tomboyish charm.

Lin Xiao sat cross-legged on the floor like a meditating monk. Even as Chen Lingxin approached, his breathing remained steady and deep, without a hint of distraction.

“Master, let’s go to sleep,” Chen Lingxin yawned, lazily leaning her head on Lin Xiao’s shoulder.

“All right. You go to bed first.”

“Then I’m turning off the lights.”

Chen Lingxin turned off the light, then climbed into bed, pulled up the thin blanket, and poked her head out.

“Master, there’s only one bed. What about you?”

Lin Xiao was speechless.

‘You’ve already taken the bed, now you ask me what to do? Should I say, “Let’s sleep together”?’

“You take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

Chen Lingxin blinked, then suddenly grinned, “That’s not fair. How about we share it half and half? Look, I’m leaving you one side of the bed. Goodnight, Master.”

She was clearly truly sleepy. After saying goodnight, she quickly drifted off, her soft, even breathing filling the room.

Once she was fully asleep, Lin Xiao’s eyes suddenly opened. He quietly got up, left the room, and climbed to the hotel rooftop to continue cultivating the Thunderbolt Decree.

Even away from home, Lin Xiao never stopped training—day after day, year after year, without ever slacking off. Otherwise, even if he had been lucky enough to acquire the mysterious remnant scroll of the Thunder Scripture, he could never have cultivated it to this degree.

***

At Blazing Sun Martial Hall, inside a certain room—

An Baichen lay on a bed, face ashen, his chest wrapped tightly in bandages.

Standing by the bed was a man in his forties, wearing a purple Tang suit and black cloth shoes. His facial features resembled An Baichen’s, and his temples were prominently raised. Every time he blinked, a sharp light flickered in his eyes.

This middle-aged man was none other than An Baichen’s father—An Chaoyang, head of Blazing Sun Martial Hall, vice-leader of the Four Poles Sect, and a formidable late-stage Dark Force expert.

Behind An Chaoyang stood a row of Blazing Sun Martial Hall disciples. All of them were bruised and battered. The same group that had been punished by Lin Xiao earlier.

Qin Sheng was among them.

Lin Xiao had shattered Qin Sheng’s nose. Even after receiving treatment, it could never fully return to normal. Pain continuously radiated to his brain, making him dizzy. But he stood upright and didn’t dare move a muscle.

In his heart, Qin Sheng hated Lin Xiao to the core. Yet he conveniently forgot that the reason he ended up like this… was entirely his own fault.

“Little Chen, how are you feeling now?” An Chaoyang’s expression was grim as he asked in a low voice.

He had originally been attending a meeting at the Four Poles Sect. As soon as he heard his son had been injured, he rushed back to the hall.

An Chaoyang had always doted on this son and placed great hopes in him. Now that An Baichen had been beaten so severely, right in their own martial hall, how could An Chaoyang not be filled with rage?