Yan Li wholeheartedly believed that her method would allow her to live a peaceful life for three months, and that she could also cultivate properly and make up for what she had missed.

She also took back everything that didn't belong to her.

After falling into the abyss, she suddenly realized how good her position was; no wonder everyone was scrambling to get a government job in the celestial realm.

She was incredibly lucky to get a job that was neither managed by her superiors nor by anyone else.

Although she has to travel all over the country, she won't be as tired as she is now because she has plenty of spiritual energy.

The longer she lived like this, making pancakes, the more boring it became; she felt like her soul was going to mold.

But this joy did not last long.

Half a month later, Yan Li was practicing swordsmanship with Wen Shanbai as usual when she was shocked to find that Wen Shanbai had mastered the basics.

He's mastered it.

In just half a month, she reached the threshold that had taken her nearly a century to cross.

What's this?

A genius?

And what about her?

It's bad enough that the entire sect has produced a useless person like her.

But Wen Shanbai was still the mortal with no foundation that her master had once determined.

Although she knew this person was no ordinary mortal, the differences between people were too great, so great that she felt somewhat withdrawn.

A question arose in my mind.

Did she really get this job through her own exams?

It seems to have a lot of moisture.

Could it really be water?

Thinking this, Yan Li suddenly raised her eyes and looked up.

After much thought, there was only one possibility: her sincerity had moved heaven and earth.

"Is Ah Li unhappy?" Wen Shanbai looked at the pure white spiritual energy emanating from his fingertips, a slight smile playing on his lips. He seemed to have noticed something was wrong with Yan Li, and his expression held a hint of doubt.

"I think I've found the threshold that Ali mentioned I need to cross."

It took half a month, which is still too slow. If it weren't for being in this abyss, it would probably have been faster.

Wen Shanbai's comprehension speed is undoubtedly excellent.

Even if Yan Li didn't want to admit it, she couldn't lie through her teeth. She glanced at Wen Shanbai, then looked away slightly, pausing for a moment before saying:

"It's pretty good, then we can continue..." and continue cultivating.

This is just the beginning; there are still 9,999 steps ahead for him to climb. Perhaps he can take advantage of this time to push forward a little more.

However, it would be great if Wen Shanbai had such high comprehension.

"Ah Li, I'd like to rest for a few days, is that alright?" Before Yan Li could finish speaking, Wen Shanbai interrupted her, raising his eyes.

His eyes shone brightly, like they were glowing, and he stared at her intently.

Yan Li: "..."

How many days of rest?

It wasn't that she was overthinking it, but she was certain that Wen Shanbai's use of the word "rest" was definitely a verb.

How long has she been resting? How many days of peace and quiet has she had?

"But I think we should strike while the iron is hot..." Before she could finish speaking, Wen Shanbai suddenly kissed her, silencing her with a kiss.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Shanbai slowly raised his head, lowered his voice, and slowly asked, "Doesn't Ali miss me?"

"I don't want to, but you're always in front of me. It's not like I can't see you. Even if I wanted to, I'd had enough. You should just obediently start practicing."

As he spoke, Yan Li, in his panic, actually handed Xuan Shuang over.

Both of them were taken aback.

Xuan Shuang: ? ? ?

What do you mean? Even if you have talent, you can't give it away as a gift, right?

As a sword with insight and even the ability to sense, Xuan Shuang believed that even if Yan Li died, it would never change masters.

Even though there's an old saying that "a wise man submits to circumstances," it still understands the principle of "better to die than live in dishonor."

But if...

Well, it's not impossible.

As it pondered this, the sword's body trembled slightly.

If the former master agrees, it doesn't count as betrayal, right?

It really didn't want to be grilled like a skewer.

Xuan Shuang's tremor brought both of them back to their senses.

Wen Shanbai naturally knew the importance of one's natal magic weapon to its master. Seeing this, he simply chuckled, "Ah Li, it seems it doesn't like me."

As he spoke, he reached out and put the sword back into Yan Li's hand.

Xuan Shuang, who took the blame: ...

Indeed, not only should people not be too happy too soon, but swords should be too.

But it's not an ordinary sword; it's a top-tier, powerful sword!

Yan Li frowned slightly, looking at the Xuan Shuang in her hand, and hesitated for a moment.

She had cultivated a certain amount of sword consciousness in the Xuan Shuang sword. Although she couldn't fully understand a sword's thoughts, she could still comprehend some of them.

At least that tremor wasn't the resistance that Wen Shanbai described.

"Actually, it admires the strong quite a bit."

Yan Li looked up at Wen Shanbai in front of her, and said meaningfully, "Perhaps when Xiaobai becomes more powerful, it will like you."

Wen Shanbai smiled knowingly, then looked at the Xuan Shuang in Yan Li's hand, his eyes darkening slightly: "But why should I ask it to like it?"

“Ah Li, all I’ve ever wanted is you.”

Upon hearing this, Xuan Shuang thought: My sword heart is shattered!

Yan Li seemed to sense Xuan Shuang's disappointment, and with a slight twitch of her fingertips, she withdrew the object: "What if I want Xiao Bai to become stronger?"

Wen Shanbai was slightly stunned, and after a long while, he said, "...No one wants me to become stronger."

As he spoke, he paused, several voices beginning to overlap in his mind.

Wen Ci, calm down. Ali is being nice to you now because you're not a threat yet. Once she finds out the real secret, all of this will be gone.

They might even regret teaching you cultivation.

Is this the situation you wanted to see, turning against each other?

“Ah Li, perhaps even you wouldn’t want to see this situation.”

In the end, Wen Shanbai blurted it out as if he had lost his mind. He lowered his eyes, like someone who had committed a capital crime listening to the final verdict.

Is it fair?

It's no longer important to him.

“Only enemies would want you to be weak.” Without hesitation, Yan Li looked at the dazed Wen Shanbai before her, reached out, pinched his chin, and leaned in:

"But I am not your enemy."

"Warmly declined."

"I hope you are strong, that you can protect yourself, that you can get out of the abyss, and that you can live well."

As she spoke, Yan Li took the initiative to kiss her.

It was a kiss; she tiptoed slightly, tilting her head up to barely reach him.

At that moment, their hearts seemed to be one, inseparable.

Wen Shanbai's fingertips trembled slightly, and he felt a tingling sensation travel from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, while his heart pounded violently.

Do only enemies want him to be weak?

In a sense, he was indeed hostile to those people, but the scales were tilted from the beginning, so how could they tolerate evil?

Seeing that Yan Li was about to leave, Wen Shanbai suddenly reached out, grabbed the back of her neck, pressed himself down, and deepened the kiss.

Let's take a gamble.

Perhaps, this time, she will stand behind him, and he will no longer be alone.