When the door fully opened,
the expected scene of the senior sister immediately greeting him did not happen.
Under the effect of the [Forbidden Land Exploration Talisman], the room's interior had undergone a dramatic transformation.
The space now exuded an antique elegance, as if stepping into the chambers of a noble lady.
The bookshelves had turned into floor-to-ceiling display cases filled with ancient texts and treasures.
The long storage table had transformed into a forging platform engraved with the symbols of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements, scattered with tools and manuals for crafting.
Even the stacked microwaves had taken the form of small alchemy furnaces, their tripod legs inscribed with the runes of "Water, Wind, and Fire."
Further inside,
a cloud-patterned soft couch with silken quilts, jade pillows, feathered curtains, and attire fit for an immortal maiden completed the scene.
But what truly stirred Lin Yu's heart was the sight of Tang... no, the immortal maiden, lightly dozing by the bedside.
A white jade hairpin adorned with tinkling bells and dangling tassels was nestled in her hair,
its delicate trembles matching Tang Yimian's steady breaths.
The shimmering reflections it cast resembled glowing celestial trails.
Her attire—a soft, misty green robe—was no ordinary shade of green.
It evoked the fresh leaves of early spring and the azure sky mirrored in deep pools,
carrying both the ethereal grace of an immortal and the dignified authority of a mentor.
Her ruqun was embroidered with faint bamboo patterns, and a silk sash cinched her waist.
The tips of her snow-white satin shoes, still unlaced, bore droplets of water, as if she had just returned from bathing in a spiritual spring.
In her hand, she still held the marked-up "Personal Anthology" she had been reviewing.
Though only lightly asleep, she seemed completely at peace.
Tang Yimian (Exploration Talisman)
During their previous two encounters—
once during a student field trip, and another during a tutoring session in Lin Yu's room—
perhaps the environment had made Tang Yimian tense,
causing Lin Yu to nearly forget her habit of dozing off at the drop of a hat.
Lin Yu had only stepped downstairs to reply to a message,
a trip that took no more than two minutes.
Yet even in that short span, she had managed to fall asleep.
And her sleeping demeanor...
was utterly pristine!
The last time he'd felt this way was when Aunt Qimeng's "gauze daoist robe" had left him spellbound.
But the two carried vastly different auras.
Aunt Qimeng was like a gentle elder caring for her juniors, transcendent yet approachable.
Tang Yimian, napping on the couch, truly embodied the aloof dignity of a mentor.
It evoked an intense urge...
to pull her down from her pedestal and shatter that unapproachable grace!
Lin Yu scanned the room, noting the many glimmering spots of gold.
Each one likely hid some small, unknown secret.
But with the immortal maiden still asleep,
Lin Yu naturally...
"The principal is here!"
chose to wake her.
After all, the senior sister had left the door open for him, trusting him enough to enter.
How could he rummage through her things while she slept?
If he was going to snoop, he’d do it right in front of her!
Basic respect was a two-way street.
After shouting, "The principal is here!" Lin Yu quickly sidestepped.
The incident where the Elder of the Transmission Hall had broken his guard and sent him reeling—chin first—was still fresh in his memory.
In front of his senior sister, his usual quick reflexes were practically useless.
Yet this time,
mentioning the "principal" elicited no reaction from Tang Yimian.
She continued breathing evenly, sleeping soundly.
Had Lin Yu spoken too softly?
"The principal is here," he repeated, raising his voice slightly.
Tang Yimian remained undisturbed, still deep in slumber.
Lin Yu: "???"
Had the senior sister grown bolder lately?
She wasn’t even afraid of the principal now!
"Class dismissed."
"Everyone, class is over."
"Goodbye, teacher~"
"......"
Lin Yu: "???"
None of it worked?!
Has Senior Tang become completely fearless now?
Lin Yu tried seven or eight different approaches, yet not a single one managed to get through to her.
Just as he was about to manually wake her up, another idea struck him.
Maybe he could try...
"How's the novel revision coming along?"
The moment those words left his mouth.
Tang Yimian on the bed finally hit her trigger point.
She instantly sat bolt upright.
Clutching the manuscript in both hands, she addressed the air in front of her:
"It's done, it's all done, Teacher Lin..."
The emerald-green ruqun dress fluttered around Tang Yimian's frantic movements,
sending ripples through the air beside Lin Yu.
The soothing fragrance of her recent bath washed over him, sharpening his focus.
What a powerful visual impact!
Hiss!
Regret flooded him...
Why hadn't he tried using a talisman earlier in Ying'er's room?
"Eh? Junior Lin Yu, you're here?"
"Sorry, sorry, did I fall asleep again?"
"I stayed up too late last night and didn't get much sleep during the day either."
"So I couldn't help dozing off just now—I didn't even notice you arriving."
"But I really did make a lot of revisions to the novel! I've marked all the changed sections—you can check them."
"......"
Tang Yimian launched into a rapid-fire monologue without missing a beat.
Lin Yu was long accustomed to this.
If only she could be this talkative during their "study" sessions.
In her light sleep state, Tang Yimian resembled a dignified female immortal teacher exuding scholarly authority.
But once awakened, she transformed into a schoolgirl who'd made a mistake—
her classical grace radiating a flustered charm that stirred pity.
Right now, Lin Yu just wanted to tell her:
Stop explaining and let's get to the teaching already!
As she spoke, Tang Yimian guided Lin Yu to sit on the edge of her bed.
This wasn't due to thoughtlessness or any suggestive intention—
her room simply only had one proper chair.
She couldn't possibly let "Teacher Lin" perch on that uncomfortable stool while she lounged comfortably on the bed, could she?
When asking for favors, one ought to show proper respect.
Besides, before Lin Yu arrived, Tang Yimian had already tidied away all personal items from her bed.
Nothing remained to cause concern.
Her real anxiety centered on whether her novel revisions would pass muster.
Lin Yu held Tang Yimian's manuscript, pretending to "carefully peruse" the content.
In reality,
given his current reading speed,
he could finish the new material in minutes.
But reading that quickly would inevitably make Tang Yimian feel he hadn't properly reviewed her work.
The performance had to be convincing.
That said, the enhanced version of her revised novel...
Holy hell, the imagery!
「A shivering figure, cool as mountain streams」
「Hands locked overhead」
「Forced-open lychee between trembling fingers」
「Silently approaching peaks」
「An insurmountable barrier」
「Endless high-frequency tremors」
「Magma spilling across snowy mountains」
「......」
Now this—this was professionalism!
She'd even simulated scenes beyond standard acting exercises.
Incredible!
......
(First update today. Only 364 more "Power of Love" interactions until bonus chapters! If just one in five readers spends half a minute supporting via ads, we'll make it—your help means everything!)
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