Quick Transmigration: The Host is Forced to Love!

85: Chapter 85 The Tragic Young Master’s Benefactor 7In the pitch-black dead of night, Linhua Hall was completely silent, surrounded by stillness, with only the sound of the night breeze blowing gently.

In the left side hall, Mo Yun frowned slightly, his eyes tightly closed, as a phantom of his Divine Sense slowly drifted out from his body, appearing somewhat thin and illusory in the dimness.

The phantom drifted quietly toward the inner chamber of the main hall like a wisp of smoke.

Inside the inner chamber, layers of gauze curtains shrouded the room like thin mist, and one could vaguely see Lu Zhan lying quietly on the bed, resting with his eyes closed.

His face was handsome and serene, his hair spread softly like silk across the pillow, and his body exuded an elegant, otherworldly aura.

Around the bed were some antique ornaments and books, emitting a faint scent of sandalwood.

Mo Yun drifted into the inner chamber silently, standing by the bed, his eyes filled with tenderness and obsession.

Unconsciously, he slowly moved closer, reaching out a slightly trembling hand, wanting to touch Senior Brother’s face, but stopped just before making contact, fearing he might disturb Senior Brother, as Senior Brother’s cultivation and Divine Sense were not much lower than his own.

Daring not to move further, Mo Yun simply let his gaze fall upon Senior Brother’s face, tracing it carefully, as if to imprint every detail deeply into his mind.

All kinds of emotions surged in his heart: deep attachment and reluctance to part, unspeakable love, and a trace of faint worry and fear.

He had not looked at Senior Brother properly for many years, and now that it was rare to be close to Senior Brother again, he cherished it and was very happy.

Senior Brother had suddenly softened during the day, changing his mind to let him stay in the side hall, gently patting his hair, and indulging his spoiled behavior—his Senior Brother was always so good!

Or perhaps, had Senior Brother already recognized him?

There was uncertainty in Mo Yun’s eyes; he both hoped Senior Brother would recognize him and feared that Senior Brother would.

A long time later, as the sky gradually brightened, the Divine Sense phantom in the inner chamber dissipated like morning mist, as if it had never appeared, leaving no trace behind.

Morning light shone through the window into the inner chamber, dispelling the darkness.

Lu Zhan’s eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. After adjusting for a brief moment, he got up from the bed.

He took the azure robe hanging nearby, put it on, formed a hand Seal, cast a Cleansing Spell on himself, and walked out of the inner chamber.

Those who Cultivate had long since practiced inedia, and Lu Zhan only had a desire for food during those years when Mo Yun was at Linhua Hall.

The reason was probably that his cooking was truly too good; after that, he stopped touching food, his appetite having been spoiled.

As usual, Lu Zhan took a scroll on Formation from the bookshelf, walked to the couch by the window and sat down, first brewed a pot of clear tea, and only then opened the book to read carefully.

He had only turned a few pages when footsteps echoed in the hall, and Lu Zhan turned his head to look.

Yun Lu walked in slowly, steadily holding a tray with both hands, on which were placed a bowl of steaming clear porridge and a few dishes of exquisite, appetizing side dishes.

”Senior Brother, Yun Lu made breakfast for you personally. Please try it and see if it suits your taste.”

As he spoke, Yun Lu had already walked up to Lu Zhan and placed the porridge and side dishes one by one on the small table.

A smile as bright as sunshine bloomed on Mo Yun’s face, and his large, bright eyes were filled with anticipation as he gazed straight at Lu Zhan.

A familiar, delicate fragrance permeated the air. This scent was extremely similar to the meals Mo Yun used to make, and Lu Zhan’s heart could not help but stir slightly.

He did not refuse as he usually did, but instead gave a rare, slight nod, indicating his willingness to try.

When the porridge and dishes were brought to his mouth, the familiar taste instantly confirmed the fact that Lu Zhan had long suspected: Yun Lu was Mo Yun.

Although he still did not know exactly how the other party had turned into his current appearance.

Regarding Mo Yun’s attempts to return to Linhua Hall by any means necessary, a sense of pleasure welled up in Lu Zhan’s heart; it seemed that those years of careful guidance had not been in vain.

A hint of imperceptible amusement also appeared in his eyes.

”Senior Brother, what do you think? Does it suit your taste?”

Mo Yun asked eagerly.

”Mm, not bad. Yun Lu’s cooking is very good.”

Lu Zhan’s expression was soft as he replied in a low voice.

Having received the praise, the smile on Mo Yun’s face became a few shades brighter.

Senior Brother liked eating the food he made just as much as before, and Mo Yun felt both happy and satisfied in his heart.

Unconsciously, he harbored a wishful thought: if only it could stay like this with Senior Brother forever, how wonderful that would be!

But his identity destined this to be impossible; once the truth was exposed, Senior Brother’s reputation would be completely ruined.

If that day truly came, he would rather die to preserve Senior Brother’s integrity than let Senior Brother be stained with even the slightest indelible blemish because of him.

Mo Yun looked at Senior Brother, who was pleasing to the eye even while eating, and had already secretly made a resolution in his heart, reaching a decision.

After a while, Lu Zhan put down his bowl and chopsticks, and Yun Lu was quick-witted, promptly handing over a handkerchief.

”Senior Brother.”

There was a touch of the soft, glutinous quality peculiar to a youth in Yun Lu’s voice.

Lu Zhan raised his eyes and looked at the youth in front of him.

He hadn’t seen him for ten years. To say he had changed, his nature seemed as gentle and sensible as it was back then; to say he hadn’t changed, he was now dressed in a red robe, appearing gorgeous and flamboyant.

Lu Zhan slowly stood up and walked to the bookshelf. With a gentle press of his hand, a hidden compartment popped out of the shelf. He took out two Jade Slips from inside and handed them to Yun Lu.

”Yun Lu, this is the Crimson Flame Art and the Profound Fire Sword Technique, which match your talent as a single Fire Spiritual Root. Cultivate well, and you will surely achieve success. If there is anything you do not understand, you may come and ask me at any time.”

Moisture welled up in Mo Yun’s eyes unconsciously. Previously, he had a Water Spiritual Root, so Senior Brother had him practice the Azure Jade Art and the Frost Cold Sword Technique.

Now that the Seal inside his body had been lifted and his Demon Race lineage was fully revealed, his Spiritual Root had also mutated into a Fire Spiritual Root. Senior Brother had once again carefully prepared a top-tier Cultivation Technique that matched it for him.

His Senior Brother was truly too good to him, always so tolerant of him, which made him increasingly reluctant to leave Senior Brother.

With hot tears in his eyes, Mo Yun solemnly took the Jade Slips with both hands. His heart was in turmoil, a mixture of joy, gratitude, reluctance, and various other emotions intertwined.

He gripped the Jade Slips tightly, feeling the slight warmth emanating from them, as if it were Senior Brother’s care and expectations for him.

Even if the final result would only disappoint Senior Brother, in this moment, he only wanted to briefly deceive himself.

”Senior Brother, rest assured, Yun Lu will Cultivate hard and will definitely not disappoint Senior Brother.”

Mo Yun’s words were resonant and forceful, as if he were making a vow.

Lu Zhan looked at Yun Lu, a flash of gratification passing through his eyes, a soft smile appearing on his face as he raised his hand to gently stroke the youth’s hair.

”Senior Brother believes in you, Yun Lu. You can do it.”

Yun Lu shook his head slightly, as if to please him, gently rubbing against Lu Zhan’s palm like a docile little kitten.

”Thank you, Senior Brother! Senior Brother is so good.”

Lu Zhan gave a very light, very low hum and said nothing more.

At this moment, a breeze blew in from outside the window, gently fluttering the window gauze. Sunlight shone through the window onto them, casting their shadows on the ground and forming a heartwarming scene.