Shen Gurong regretted his words immediately afterward.
Why did that sound like a spirit pet eagerly begging for a pet?
Just as Shen Gurong was about to say "Never mind," he saw his rebellious disciple actually reach out and swiftly pinch his fox ears.
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong's fox ears stood up straight, his eyes wide as he stared at Mu Zhe.
Mu Zhe remained expressionless, feigning composure as he touched his ears twice. Shen Gurong's pupils dilated slightly, a tingling sensation spreading from his hairline to the top of his head, then throughout his entire body.
He hadn't felt a thing when he was pinching his own ears, as if it were his left hand pinching his right, but Mu Zhe's hands possessed some strange power; with just a gentle pinch, Shen Gurong's waist went limp, and he almost lost his balance.
Mu Zhe suppressed his trembling fingers, mustered his courage, and touched him a couple more times before saying, "It really is cold..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Gurong's body suddenly went limp, and he unexpectedly fell into Mu Zhe's arms.
Mu Zhe reacted quickly, catching him in his arms.
Shen Gurong leaned half his body against him, his hands gripping Mu Zhe's shoulders to keep from slipping off.
He said with difficulty, "You...you're being presumptuous."
Mu Zhe looked down at him, his whole body suddenly stiffening.
Perhaps because his fox ears were too sensitive, just a few touches from Mu Zhe were enough to make Shen Gurong completely lose control. His whole body went numb, his waist went weak, his unfocused eyes glazed over, and a few drops of moisture condensed on his eyelashes, dampening his thin, icy silk robe with a gentle blink.
He was incredibly alluring.
For a moment, Mu Zhe felt as if a beast had leaped out of his heart, but he quickly restrained it, forcibly maintaining his composure.
He stiffly helped Shen Gurong to a soft chair, stammering, "It was Mu Zhe who offended you."
Shen Gurong, slightly out of breath, looked up and glared at him. However, his usual stern gaze, now accentuated by his flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, transformed into an irresistibly alluring beauty, making Mu Zhe's heart pound.
Mu Zhe glanced at him once and quickly lowered his head.
After catching his breath, the hot, tingling sensation in Shen Gurong's body finally subsided.
With his reason returning, Shen Gurong felt somewhat embarrassed, thinking: Only someone as good-natured as Mu Zhe wouldn't be angry with me.
It was Shen Gurong who initially suggested that his disciple touch his ears, but Mu Zhe actually did it, and Shen Gurong then scolded him for being "insolent." Shen Gurong felt he was being unreasonable.
Shen Gurong took a deep breath and feigned composure, saying, "It's nothing."
Seeing that he wasn't angry, Mu Zhe breathed a sigh of relief and slightly raised his head.
However, when he looked up, Shen Gurong, who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye, suddenly froze.
Since seeing Mu Zhe earlier, he had been either looking down or blushing, and the situation had been so awkward that Shen Gurong hadn't noticed Mu Zhe's face at all.
Only now did he truly see Mu Zhe's face clearly, as if he had been reborn.
Perhaps due to the formation of his nascent soul, the hideous crimson birthmark on Mu Zhe's face had vanished, revealing an exceptionally handsome face. He wore a blue robe, his figure tall and slender, his phoenix eyes calm and still, like the moon reflected in a deep pool.
The contrast with the previously hideous birthmark made his face appear even more strikingly handsome.
Shen Gurong stared at him blankly, then, as if lost in thought, suddenly murmured, "Master?"
Mu Zhe was startled: "What?"
A glimmer of light finally appeared in Shen Gurong's previously lifeless eyes. As if possessed, he raised his hand and gently stroked Mu Zhe's cheek, whispering, "Master."
Mu Zhe's eyes darkened slightly. He raised his hand and grasped Shen Gurong's hand: "Master, who are you calling?"
Shen Gurong tilted his head slightly, blinking in confusion.
Mu Zhe's voice grew more forceful: "Who are you calling?"
You're looking at my face…whose name are you calling?
Perhaps Mu Zhe's grip hurt him, for the light in Shen Gurong's eyes abruptly dimmed. He seemed to snap out of a deep dream, blinking his eyelashes in confusion, and mumbled, "Mu Zhe?"
Mu Zhe held his hand tightly, not letting him pull away. For the first time in his life, he displayed a domineering aura towards Shen Gurong. He was determined to get an answer, and asked coldly, "What did Master call me just now?"
Shen Gurong tried to pull his hand away twice but couldn't. His brow furrowed slightly, and he said, "What did I call you? Mu Zhe, what else could I call you?"
"No." Mu Zhe, who had been incredibly forceful, suddenly felt a pang of grievance upon seeing Shen Gurong's attempt to break free. His voice was hoarse as he said, "You called me 'Master' just now."
Shen Gurong's eyes widened immediately.
When Shen Gurong saw Mu Zhe's face clearly, he was indeed startled. Mu Zhe's face was very similar to his teacher who had returned to Tang City. However, upon closer inspection, although the contours were similar, there were still differences.
For example, his teacher didn't have Mu Zhe's cold expression, nor were his lips so thin. If you compared the features individually, you could still see subtle differences.
Shen Gurong had only felt a moment of stunned silence, completely unaware of what he had said to Mu Zhe. It was only when Mu Zhe directly asked that he realized he had probably spoken his innermost thoughts out loud in shock.
Meeting Mu Zhe's aggrieved gaze, Shen Gurong felt a little guilty. He coughed lightly and said, "It's just that it's the first time I've seen your face without the birthmark, and I thought you looked like an old friend of mine. I mistook you for someone else."
Seeing that he had answered, Mu Zhe continued to press, gently stroking Shen Gurong's hand twice, and asked softly, "Is this the gentleman Master mentioned?"
Shen Gurong was extremely embarrassed and nodded vaguely.
Mu Zhe said, "Then I'll dye my birthmark back, Master, please don't mistake me for someone else."
Shen Gurong was taken aback for a moment before chuckling, "Can a birthmark be dyed back?"
"Yes," Mu Zhe said firmly, "I can do it if I want to, I just ask that Master not mistake me for someone else."
Shen Gurong thought to himself that this kid was quite stubborn, and could only say, "Alright, alright, I promise I won't mistake you next time. Save that birthmark of yours, you don't learn beauty but choose to learn ugliness."
Having received a promise, Mu Zhe gently released Shen Gurong's hand.
He was the one who had been forcefully questioning him just moments before, and now he was the one looking wronged. Mu Zhe pursed his lips and stammered, "Was I... really that ugly before?"
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong said strangely, "Can't you pay more attention? Am I praising your good looks?"
Mu Zhe tried to rest his forehead against Shen Gurong's neck, and before Shen Gurong could push him away, he whispered, "Master told me before that I shouldn't care about physical beauty."
Hearing his almost tearful voice, Shen Gurong's heart softened again. He patted him helplessly and said, "Fine, you don't want to be praised, huh? Then I won't praise you anymore."
Mu Zhe: "..."
Shen Gurong thought his disciple was good in every way, except that he loved to cry and act spoiled, and was incredibly sensitive about even the smallest things, like a little girl. He didn't know how Xi Guxing, with his rough and unrefined nature, had raised Mu Zhe like this.
If Xi Guxing had heard this, he might have drawn his short sword and slashed him.
After calming his disciple, Shen Gurong planned to go out alone.
Mu Zhe hurriedly followed, "Where is Master going?"
Shen Gurong had borrowed a knife from Lin Shuhe and was examining the blade when he heard this, raising an eyebrow and saying, "To find someone."
Mu Zhe paused, glancing at the knife in his hand. "Could there be other evil spirits in Yuzhou City?"
Shen Gurong nodded.
Shen Feng Xue had a very clear memory of the array Mu Zhe spoke of for raising plague demons, knowing every single detail. Shen Gurong had spent the entire night researching it before finally understanding it.
It was true that the array for raising plague demons required thirteen plague demons, but the most crucial element was the person who activated it.
Mu Zhe had expelled the thirteen plague demons that made up the array, but as long as the person who understood arrays was present, there could be as many plague demons as needed. Yuzhou City would ultimately be doomed.
Shen Gurong glanced at Mu Zhe, who was eager to follow, and said, "Miss Mu, didn't you want to cry a little longer?"
Mu Zhe: "..."
Mu Zhe's face turned green: "Master, I... I didn't want to cry."
So what was he supposed to do to get rid of Shen Gurong's impression that he was a crybaby?
Shen Gurong didn't wait for him, leaving a wisp of spiritual energy at the inn before leaving.
Mu Zhe hurriedly chased after him, but Shen Gurong's cultivation was far superior to his. Having recovered his spiritual energy, he no longer needed his help. By the time Mu Zhe left the inn, he had no idea where Shen Gurong had gone.
Qingyu, perched on the roof, looked completely bewildered, staring wide-eyed at Mu Zhe at the inn's entrance.
Qingyu, still chewing on the candied fruit, mumbled, "Where is he?"
Mu Zhe glared at him.
How should I know?
The two hurriedly searched the entire city for Shen Gurong, but Shen Gurong was likely hiding his cultivation level. Mu Zhe searched for half a day without finding him and finally had to return to the inn.
However, when he returned to the inn, Shen Gurong had already returned sometime earlier.
Shen Gurong was feeding Lin Shuhe his medicine in his room, absentmindedly saying, "...I couldn't find the person who activated the magic array. Either his cultivation level is higher than mine, or he's no longer in Yuzhou City."
Lin Shuhe took the medicine from him, drank it down while it was still hot, popped a pastry into his mouth, and then said calmly, "How many people in the Three Realms have broken through to the Mahayana stage? If his cultivation level were truly higher than yours, he would have long sought an opportunity to ascend to sainthood. Why would he do such a vicious thing that harms the lives of thousands upon thousands of people?"
Shen Gurong nodded: "Hmm, he's probably escaped."
Lin Shuhe gently touched his lips, thoughtfully. "Not necessarily."
"What do you mean?"
Lin Shuhe said with a half-smile, "Perhaps that person is already dead."
Shen Gurong's hand paused. "What do you mean?"
"The dilapidated temple where Sang Luofu abducted you is only a quarter of an hour's journey from Yuzhou City, but it's in the opposite direction from Xianyun City. Even if I traveled by wind, it would take me a full half hour."
Shen Gurong asked in surprise, "You mean the person who activated the magic array was Sang Luofu?"
Lin Shuhe nodded.
Shen Gurong seemed lost in thought, and in a flash, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had always ignored but found very unusual.
When Sang Luofu saw him, she said, "The Holy Lord has been punished by lightning, his spiritual veins sealed, and he is now no different from a mortal."
When Shen Gurong was struck by lightning by the Heavenly Dao, only his senior brother and the Demon Lord knew about it throughout the vast Liren Peak. Everyone else simply thought the lightning was Mu Zhe's Nascent Soul Tribulation and didn't take it seriously.
So how did Sang Luofu know that he had been punished by lightning?
Shen Gurong said, "Senior brother..."
Lin Shuhe probably knew what he wanted to say and said directly, "Impossible."
Shen Gurong was stunned.
“Eleven, you can question anyone, but you can't question us.” Lin Shuhe casually tossed a candied fruit to Shen Gurong, saying calmly, “Among the disciples of Liren Peak, although many dislike you, none would do such a despicable thing.”
Shen Gurong paused for a moment before saying, “I'm not questioning my senior brothers, I just suspect…”
He took a deep breath and said, “…suspect that the demonic cultivator from the Burial Mound is about to emerge?”
Lin Shuhe's face turned cold, and the pastry in his hand was crushed to pieces by his slender fingers.
Shen Gurong: "Senior Brother?"
Lin Shuhe silently lifted Shen Gurong's sleeve and wiped the crumbs from his fingers, saying slowly, "Once he's out, take the opportunity to kill him. What are you worried about?"
Shen Gurong almost threw his sleeve at Lin Shuhe's face, frowning, "But that divine artifact..."
"To hell with divine artifacts," Lin Shuhe scoffed, "Just kill him, and... the Sect Leader will cover for you."
Shen Gurong: "..."
I thought you'd say "I'll cover for you."
Shen Gurong took off his outer robe, which Lin Shuhe had soiled his sleeve, and threw it aside, saying irritably, "What if Senior Brother can't cover for me?"
Lin Shuhe said innocently, "Then I can't help you. Don't come to me; I'm just a weak physician."
Shen Gurong: "..."
Shen Gurong glared at him.
At this moment, Mu Zhe knocked on the door and entered, his expression indescribable.
Seeing him, Shen Gurong said, "You've come at the right time. Give me one of your clothes."
Mu Zhe had originally wanted to ask Shen Gurong if they had caught the person who activated the magic array, but upon hearing this, his ears turned red, and he stammered, "My... clothes..."
Shen Gurong was puzzled: "You didn't bring a change of clothes?"
Mu Zhe forced a straight face and expressionlessly took out a Liren Peak mountain robe he had never worn before from his storage ring and handed it to him.
The Liren Peak mountain robe was of unknown origin, its taste very much in line with Yu Xinghe's; the dazzling yellow robe could catch everyone's eye in a sea of people.
Shen Gurong looked at it with disdain, but since they were about to leave Yuzhou City, he didn't bother to pick it up. He took the warm yellow robe from Mu Zhe's hand, casually draped it over his shoulders, and fastened his waist belt.
Lin Shuhe, arms crossed, clicked his tongue in amazement: "In all these years, this is the first time I've seen you in the Liren Peak attire. Tsk, if Master knew, he would rest in peace."
Shen Gurong said strangely, "Master hasn't passed away yet, has he?"
Lin Shuhe thought for a moment, then said, "Ah, that's true."
Shen Gurong: "..."
"Do you not want to return to Liren Peak, or have you been expelled from the sect by your master and can't go back?"
Having agreed to return to Xianyun City in half an hour, Mu Zhe went to find Yu Xinghe.
Yuzhou City is the main city of the kingdom in the mortal realm. The royal palace of the Yu Kingdom is located in the very center of Yuzhou City, easily found by a tall white pagoda.
Mu Zhe used an invisibility spell to sneak into the palace and quickly found Yu Xinghe by following the spiritual energy on his body.
In front of a sleeping quarters, Yu Xinghe sat on the steps, hugging his knees and slightly bowing his head, seemingly lost in thought.
Mu Zhe frowned and walked over, saying, "Yu Xinghe, why haven't you gone back yet?"
Hearing the voice, Yu Xinghe slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of red eyes, clearly from crying.
Yu Xinghe was usually cheerful and carefree. In all his years on Liren Peak, he'd cried more often than he ate, though those were mostly fake tears. This time, however, his face was weary and desperate, his eyes red-rimmed but no tears fell.
Mu Zhe paused, sitting beside him, and whispered, "What happened?"
Yu Xinghe's voice was hoarse as he stammered, "My sister… something happened. The doctor said her life is in danger. Even if she survives, she'll probably never get out of bed."
Mu Zhe frowned. "Even elixirs are useless?"
Yu Xinghe buried his head in his arms again, muttering, "I heard she was injured by ghostly energy, and ordinary elixirs can't dispel it."
His voice choked as he spoke, but he forced himself to hold it back.
Mu Zhe, remembering the thirteen plague demons, thought for a moment before saying, "Take me to see your sister."
Yu Xinghe nodded listlessly, without asking any questions, and led Mu Zhe into the inner chamber.
Inside the chamber, the bed curtains hung low, and a strong medicinal fragrance wafted out, carrying with it a strange yet familiar aura.
Mu Zhe's brows furrowed slightly, and the Jiu Xi Sword whispered at his waist, "Can I eat it?"
Anything that could arouse the Jiu Xi Sword's appetite was probably something extremely strange.
Yu Xinghe stepped forward and gently lifted a corner of the bed curtains, revealing the face of the person on the bed.
Yu Xinghe's sister bore a striking resemblance to him. Her eyes were closed, and her face was the ashen white of a dying person, as if she would never wake up again.
Yu Xinghe glanced at her, his eyes reddening slightly, as if he were about to cry again.
He sobbed, but before he could suppress his sobs, the woman on the bed abruptly opened her eyes and coldly said, "If you cry again, get out!"
Yu Xinghe choked back a sob, immediately stopping his tears. He shook his head desperately, "Sister, I'm not crying."
Yu Xingyun propped herself up on her elbows, half-sitting against the soft pillows. Her features exuded a formidable, heroic air; she truly was, as Yu Xinghe had said, a general who had fought on the battlefield for many years.
Just as Yu Xingyun was about to scold Yu Xinghe, a glance at Mu Zhe behind her caught her eye. She paused, seemingly unconcerned about the boundaries between men and women, and nodded slightly, asking, "And this is?"
Yu Xinghe quickly replied, "This is my junior brother, Mu Zhe."
Mu Zhe, whose gaze had been slightly lowered, bowed and said, "I apologize for disturbing you."
Yu Xingyun gave Yu Xinghe a cold look and scolded, "You spineless wretch, I'll deal with you later."
Yu Xinghe almost burst into tears again, but fearing his sister would beat him in front of Mu Zhe, he barely managed to hold back.
Mu Zhe nodded and said, "I studied some medical books in Liren. If you don't mind, I can examine you."
Yu Xingyun draped her robe over her shoulders. Despite her weakened appearance, her movements were surprisingly unsteady. She raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Isn't it said that cultivators shouldn't interfere with life and death in the mortal world?"
Mu Zhe said calmly, "Even enemy countries can use despicable methods of cultivation to harm people. I'm just checking your pulse; it's not excessive."
Yu Xingyun looked at him seriously for a long time before smiling freely and saying, "Then thank you very much, sir."
Mu Zhe: "You flatter me."
Upon hearing that Mu Zhe knew medicine, Yu Xinghe quickly took a small hand pillow and handed it to his older sister.
Yu Xingyun clicked her tongue, swatting him away impatiently. "Stop being so dramatic. I don't need it. Get lost."
Yu Xinghe: "..."
Yu Xinghe could only squat to the side, watching Mu Zhe take his older sister's pulse.
He whispered, "When did you learn medicine?"
Mu Zhe glanced at him and said, "When you were climbing trees to steal bird eggs."
Yu Xinghe: "..."
Yu Xingyun said coldly, "Yu, Xing, He."
Yu Xinghe immediately said, "Sister, I was wrong! I'll never steal bird eggs again!"
Yu Xingyun was almost so angry she spat out blood. She pointed to the door and said, "Go squat outside!"
Yu Xinghe quickly ran out, not daring to get in his older sister's way.
Mu Zhe, now in peace, closed his eyes and channeled his spiritual energy into Yu Xingyun's body. After a long while, he finally found a wisp of black mist at her heart.
That was the aura of the plague demon. Mu Zhe was startled. He had clearly killed all the plague demons; where did this ghostly energy come from?
Jiu Xi said, "If I'm not mistaken, she should be the mother spirit chosen by the one who 'raises the plague demons.'"
Mu Zhe asked Jiu Xi in his divine sense, "What does 'mother spirit' mean?"
"It's the person most likely to survive to the end in this city," Jiu Xi said. "That's why the plague demon's spiritual power was injected into her beforehand. When the magic array is activated, combined with the mother spirit, the effect will be twice as effective."
Mu Zhe's face turned ashen.
If they hadn't come to Yuzhou City, the "plague demon raising" magic array would have been completed, and the entire city would have been slaughtered by the plague demons, leaving only one successful plague demon.
That was Yu Xingyun.
The reason Yu Xinghe resented Shen Gurong so much back then was probably because of this older sister whom Yu Xinghe had always regarded as his pillar.
Watching his elder sister transform into a plague demon slaughtering his own city, one can only imagine the despair Yu Xinghe must have felt.
Mu Zhe gently opened his eyes and glanced at Yu Xingyun.
Even knowing her days were numbered, Yu Xingyun showed no despair. She met Mu Zhe's eyes, raised an eyebrow slightly, and said, "Well? Are you also saying I won't live past tonight?"
Mu Zhe was taken aback.
Yu Xingyun said, "Seven days ago, the physician told me the same thing, yet I'm still alive today."
Mu Zhe looked at the woman whose eyes already held a deathly aura, lowered his gaze slightly, and said, "I can save you."
Yu Xingyun chuckled and said, "No need. If you cultivators become entangled with us mortals, you'll likely suffer an extra tribulation during your ascension."
Mu Zhe said, "I don't care about that."
He only cared about any glimmer of hope that could affect Shen Gurong.
Yu Xingyun didn't elaborate, only saying, "You've come to find Xinghe and bring him back to Liren Peak, haven't you?"
"Yes."
"Then take him with you," Yu Xingyun said. "I will live and die with Yuzhou City. My father sent him to Liren Peak when he was young, saying he had some great destiny with the Holy Emperor and might obtain a divine artifact to save Yuzhou City from its dire straits."
"But he died without ever getting the divine artifact." Yu Xingyun said, scoffing, "Only we ourselves can save people from dire straits. Those who rely on divine artifacts to save their lives are the most utterly useless trash."
Mu Zhe looked at her, finding it utterly incomprehensible.
In his previous life, Yu Xinghe was still thinking about the divine artifact even on his deathbed, attempting to seize it from Shen Feng Xue to save his homeland and his most important elder sister.
Compared to Yu Xingyun's words, it all seemed both laughable and pathetic.
What Yu Xinghe sought in his life was precisely what Yu Xingyun despised most.
Mu Zhe stared at her for a long time before finally nodding slightly and saying, "I apologize."
Yu Xingyun was startled, then saw the young man before her suddenly draw his sword and, without blinking, plunge it into her heart.
A spurt of blood erupted.
A moment later, Mu Zhe, sword in hand, walked out of the bedchamber. Yu Xinghe, still sitting on the stone steps, staring blankly into space, tears streaming down his face, heard footsteps and quickly wiped away his tears, scrambling to his feet and anxiously asking, "How is she? Is there any hope for my sister?"
Mu Zhe replied, "Yes, she's alright now."
Yu Xinghe was stunned, not even having time to say thank you, before running frantically into the bedchamber.
Under the bed curtains, Yu Xingyun gently closed her eyes. The deathly aura that had lingered around her seemed to vanish instantly, leaving no trace.
Yu Xinghe, his hands trembling, touched Yu Xingyun's hand and found that the hand, which had been as cold as a dead person's, had regained its warmth, and the pulse in its wrist was beating unusually strong.
Yu Xinghe… Yu Xinghe's heart, which had been pounding all day, finally settled down. He couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears in front of Yu Xingyun.
Awakened by the noise, Yu Xingyun opened her eyes and roared, "You little brat! Are you looking for death?! Do you believe I'll chop you in half with my sword?!"
Yu Xinghe cried even louder, "Sister! Sister, I'm sorry I came back late! If I had come back sooner, you wouldn't have..."
Yu Xingyun showed no relief whatsoever from finally returning to the mortal realm after hovering between life and death for days. She grabbed Yu Xinghe's ear and yelled, "So what if I came back sooner? To collect my corpse? You piece of trash, get out! And all that 'little senior brother' and 'eldest senior brother' outside, get out of here too!"
Tears streamed down Yu Xinghe's face like a waterfall. Ignoring Yu Xingyun's brutal beating, he clung tightly to his sister's neck, crying, "Waaah! Sister!"
After lying in bed for so many days, the first thing Yu Xingyun did upon finally being able to get out of bed was to beat up her own brother.
A quarter of an hour later, Yu Xinghe emerged, tears welling in his eyes.
Mu Zhe, already impatient, interrupted when he saw Yu Xinghe emerge, saying, "Don't waste time with unnecessary words. My appointment with Master to return to Xianyun City is almost here. If you're going back, hurry up and pack your things and come with me."
Yu Xinghe's thanks were immediately cut off. He could only cry and say, "Junior Brother, you're so kind! You're the best person in Xinghe's heart today!"
Mu Zhe: "..."
The best person, and today?
Mu Zhe asked, "Are you leaving or not?"
"I'm not going back yet. Tell Master." Yu Xinghe wiped his face and gently shook his head. "My sister fought for Yuzhou City alone for many years to protect me, and I knew nothing about it, only thinking about eating, drinking, and having fun. It was really wrong of me."
He said sadly, "Junior Brother, was I particularly useless before?"
Mu Zhe nodded: "Yes, utterly useless. I've never seen anyone as useless as you."
Yu Xinghe: "..."
Yu Xinghe had originally thought he would comfort him, but Mu Zhe agreed even more strongly.
Yu Xinghe almost cried again. He held back his tears and said, "I won't be like that in the future. When Junior Brother sees me next time, I will definitely be a strong and powerful man."
Mu Zhe: "..."
A strong and powerful man? That's unnecessary.
Mu Zhe said disdainfully, "You should change your crybaby habit first."
Yu Xinghe replied, "I am changing. Anyway, I'm staying in Yuzhou City. My older sister will beat me until I stop crying one day. I can endure it."
Mu Zhe: "..."
He couldn't quite understand this brother and sister. Are all siblings like this?
Mu Zhe didn't waste any more words with Yu Xinghe. He simply tossed him a storage ring, saying, "There are spiritual items and cultivation books in here. Remember to practice often. I'll frequently send you sword techniques."
Yu Xinghe said gratefully, "You're so kind, Junior Brother."
Mu Zhe got goosebumps from the praise. He immediately flew away, leaving behind a "See you later."
Yu Xinghe said, "Okay."
Mu Zhe soared into the air, glanced at Yu Xinghe who was obediently waving at him, and quickly turned and left.
At the inn in Yuzhou City, Shen Gurong was already impatient. Seeing Mu Zhe return alone, he frowned slightly: "Where's Xinghe?"
Mu Zhe succinctly told him about Yu Xingyun. Shen Gurong pondered for a long time before raising his hand and releasing several strands of his spiritual energy around Yuzhou City. If any more ghost cultivators intruded, he would be immediately aware.
After setting it up, Shen Gurong helped the sickly Lin Shuhe to his feet. Under Mu Zhe's envious and jealous gaze, he put his arm around Lin Shuhe's waist and carried him away on the wind.
Half an hour later, the three arrived at the Lin Guan Medical Clinic in Xianyun City.
It was still raining in Xianyun City. After returning, Shen Gurong bathed and changed clothes before going to his room to rest.
Before entering the room, he cautiously said, "Sixth Senior Brother, there aren't any more strange drugs in the room, are there?"
Lin Shuhe smiled like a fox: "No."
Shen Gurong then went in.
A moment later.
Shen Gurong: "Hahahaha! Lin Shuhe, hahaha, I'm going to kill you with hahahaha!!"
Mu Zhe: "..."
Mu Zhe was about to go in to check if Shen Gurong had been drugged again when Lin Shuhe, supported by a puppet and sitting on a soft chair, gently called to him.
“Mu Zhe, let’s talk.”
Mu Zhe paused, puzzled. “Martial Uncle and me?”
Lin Shuhe crossed his long legs, his fingertips lightly tracing the beauty mark under his eye, a half-smile on his face. “Yes.”
Mu Zhe was confused, but he respected his master’s senior brother and didn’t refuse. He nodded and stood aside. “Okay.”
Lin Shuhe was very good at speaking directly to outsiders. He didn’t even bother with pleasantries, going straight to the point: “Shen Eleven is not someone you can covet.”
Mu Zhe’s mind went blank. He stared blankly for a moment, then looked at Lin Shuhe in horror.
Lin Shuhe's gentle smile vanished. He stared blankly at Mu Zhe, saying, "Eleventh is slow-witted and blind, but I am not. Since you've taken him as your master, be a dutiful disciple and don't even think about developing any romantic feelings for him."
Lin Shuhe's eyes were like knives. In an instant, his face lost all trace of weakness, replaced by overwhelming killing intent.
"If you dare to be rebellious, don't even mention what Eleventh will think; the others on Liren Peak will certainly not let you off."
He rose slightly, his voice soft and gentle: "I won't let you off either."
Mu Zhe stiffened, his hand holding the sword trembling slightly.
Lin Shuhe glanced at him and gave a cold, mocking laugh.
Young people are so weak-willed; easily seduced by beauty, even daring to covet their master; easily driven back by a few words of threat, completely abandoning that thought.
Lin Shuhe, who thought he had seen through Mu Zhe, suddenly heard Mu Zhe mutter something as if in a dream.
"So...that's how I feel about Master..."
Lin Shuhe: "..."
Seeing the look of sudden realization mixed with disbelief on Mu Zhe's face, Lin Shuhe's heart skipped a beat.
Had he...unintentionally revealed something?!
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