I’m Writing a Diary in a Fantasy World — I Really Am Not a 'Cao Thief'! Chapter 51.2 : Losing His Composure (Part 2)

Without hesitation, Su Lingyuan claid the reward and imdiately used it.

A streak of flowing light sank into the space between her brows. Su Lingyuan instantly understood, closing her eyes.

All kinds of insights surged into her mind.

After several breaths, Su Lingyuan opened her eyes again, joy flashing through them.

"How amazing!"

She couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

In just a few breaths' ti, her understanding of the skills she had learned beca significantly deeper—the degree of improvent was no different from cultivating on her own for an entire month.

[Aside from handling the affairs on Shuiyue Peak, today I also harvested a batch of villain points from Ye Chen, the so-called Child of Fortune.]

[I have to say, a Child of Fortune really is an unstable factor. This Ye Chen, even while slaughtering ferocious beasts daily in the Taihuang Hunting Grounds to temper himself, still didn't forget to stir up trouble—he even set his sights on Martial Aunt Shui.]

[I don't know what kind of sche Ye Chen is plotting exactly, nor what thoughts he harbors, but it's nothing more than first befriending Martial Aunt Shui to seize various benefits for himself, and when the ti is ripe, taking both the person and the fortune.]

[The idea is good. If it weren't for , this variable, he might actually have succeeded in the end. Unfortunately, there are no "ifs" in this world.]

[I must say, having people under you to do things really does feel great. Now I finally understand why the villains in the novels I used to read always had large groups of underlings working for them.]

[Dantai Lan is truly doing his utmost. With him around, Ye Chen's actions are basically all under my control.]

[However, for the ti being, I'll remain cautious about this man. His goodwill toward ca far too abruptly—there may be hidden motives behind it.]

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Dantai Jinglian's face.

Naturally, Dantai Lan's all-out submission to Chu Ge had also been done at her instruction.

As for Chu Ge harboring suspicions about it, she didn't care. Dantai Lan was nothing more than a chess piece.

If there were no Dantai Lan, there could still be a Dantai Hai, a Dantai Lang…

Dantai Lan was rely an insignificant nobody. Even though he shared the sa Dantai surna, Dantai Jinglian had never taken him seriously.

Whether he was used to probe Ye Chen and the remnant soul within his ring, or made to serve Chu Ge and work for him—it was all just a matter of convenience, taking advantage of a tool that happened to be available.

She didn't mind doing a few things for Chu Ge, offering him a bit of assistance.

After all, she herself had also received benefits from Chu Ge.

Buzz—buzz—buzz.

"Hmm?"

Dantai Jinglian lightly raised her brows. Soone had sent her a ssage.

She opened the friends interface—and sure enough, it was a ssage from Luo Huangjun.

The corners of her lips curved into a smile as she opened it.

［Luo Huangjun: Senior Sister, that Dantai Lan is one of your people, right?］

Faced with the Taihuang Sacred Lord's question, Dantai Jinglian replied unhurriedly.

［Dantai Jinglian: Yes. So the junior sister is already so eager to investigate the matter on behalf of my nephew?］

［Luo Huangjun: Don't let it affect Xiao Chu.］

［Dantai Jinglian: Hehe, Xiao Chu? It's only been a short while and the form of address has already changed. You're calling him quite intimately—just don't know when the "Xiao Chu" in your mouth will beco "Chu-lang" instead?］[TN: 'Chu-lang' is usually used by wives to address their husbands intimately]

［Luo Huangjun: Senior Sister, don't speak nonsense. angry expression.jpg］

Seeing this, the smile on Dantai Jinglian's face grew even more radiant.

She could already imagine the expression on the face of her usually proud and aloof junior sister on the other end of these ssages.

Most likely, she was alone in her cultivation chamber, staring at the rather bold words Dantai Jinglian had just sent, wanting to retort—but not knowing how to begin—so she could only reply with those few words in both embarrassnt and agitation.

Dantai Jinglian did not continue to tease her. Seeing that Chu Ge's diary had already stopped updating, she habitually stretched her body, stood up, and walked into the artifact-forging chamber she had not entered for quite so ti.