Looking at her cute junior sister, Le Luoxi moved closer.

Putting everything else aside, in the entire Sky Dome Mountain, no one except her knew that she liked her master. Since her junior sister knew such a private matter, it was probably true.

Sigh~

It's laughable how devoted she is. She's not a fool who knowingly does the impossible. If that's the case, why force it?

Seemingly to thank Qiyue for reminding her, Le Luoxi began to take care of Qiyue.

But things seem to be going in a strange direction.

Looking at the huge pile of books in the room, Le Luoxi realized for the first time what it meant to be oblivious.

I picked up a book called "Plotting Treason" at random and opened it to take a look.

A fleeting glance on Chang'an Avenue—she was a little beggar he picked up on a whim, yet he was the light she searched for her entire life. She loved him; from the day she became his apprentice, she had already planned it all. Even if it meant falling into an abyss and facing utter ruin, she would not regret it! Unfortunately, until her death, his gaze never lingered on her for even a moment…

And where his gaze fell, there was still that woman in the light green dress, so gentle, so affectionate…

These captivating words made Le Luoxi look suspiciously at Qiyue's departing figure.

Is Junior Sister targeting her?

As Qiyue walked out, she rubbed her tired hands, a strange smile playing on her lips.

"This is a novel I've been working on day and night! It's all old-fashioned angst stories written by modern authors! Senior sister, you absolutely have to read it!"

Muttering contentedly, Qiyue went back.

Behind her, Le Luoxi sneezed, and with a strange feeling in her heart, she took a book and leaned against the window.

One hour later.

Bang!

A loud crash startled everyone awake. Qiyue rushed out and saw that a pavilion on a mountain peak had collapsed with a bang, and several sharp sword energies full of killing intent were crashing through it!

It's in the direction of Leluo Creek.

July was startled.

"Holy crap, is someone attacking Sky Dome Mountain?! No, that's not true! It wasn't mentioned in the original text! I have to go check it out!"

Meanwhile, everyone except Xie Ji'an had arrived at Zizhu Peak, where Le Luoxi lived.

Seeing Le Luoxi unleashing her killing move at the collapsed pavilion, her entire body radiating a suffocating sword aura, Song Yanzhuo frowned deeply and anxiously asked Lou Xuanzhi, "Master, what's wrong with Junior Sister?"

"Could it be that he has gone mad from practicing qi cultivation?" Before Lou Xuanzhi could speak, Zhuo Ziyu, who was usually oblivious, had already thought of something.

The seventh brother, Yun Huai, thought differently: "Third Senior Sister's aura is stable, it's definitely not a case of cultivation deviation. Perhaps she encountered something or someone she couldn't solve... Hiss! Senior Sister! You've gone mad!"

A sharp sword aura interrupted Yun Huai's words. He exclaimed in shock, dodged to the side, and his heart pounded.

Le Luoxi looked at everyone, and finally her gaze fell on Lou Xuanzhi, who was at the head of the group.

He let out a heavy, cold snort.

She's figured it out! What man can compare to the incense of immortality? The book says, "If you have no man in your heart, you'll naturally become a god when you draw your sword!" Rather than destroying yourself because of a man, it's better to cultivate and ascend to immortality!

Thinking it over, Le Luoxi glanced at Lou Xuanzhi casually and with disdain, then flew straight towards the South Pavilion where Qiyue was.

The silence that followed Le Luoxi's departure was deafening, especially Lou Xuanzhi. He knew very well that his little apprentice's sword energy had actually been aimed at him, but the poor seventh brother standing next to him was the one who suffered.

Le Luoxi's changes were so drastic that, apart from Zhuo Ziyu, it reminded everyone of one person.

July.

Perhaps they are not the only ones who can hear Xiaoba's inner thoughts.

It seemed that many things needed to be checked immediately, and with that thought, everyone dispersed.

Qiyue, who was halfway there, was caught red-handed by Le Luoxi.

For the next few days, Le Luoxi stayed at Qiyue's place, trying her best to please Qiyue.

"Junior Sister! Ta-da! How about a Grade 7 Earth-level Beauty Pill?"

"Junior Sister, would you like the Meteor Rainbow Dress?"

And the other senior students.

"Junior Sister, are you tired?"

"Junior Sister, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

"Junior sister, do you want to go down the mountain for a visit?"

"Junior sister, would you like some candied hawthorns? And some roasted chestnuts too!"

The incessant chatter drove Qiyue crazy until she let out a loud shout.

"Senior brother! Senior sister! If you keep doing this, I'll tell Master you're not cultivating properly!"

These people scattered and left the South Pavilion.

For the sake of her senior brothers and sisters, Qiyue, after fully recovering, plunged into the library and began searching for cultivation techniques.

The third rule for villain survival: the only things that can kill a villain are a master, the protagonist, and the plot. To survive, in addition to a clever and quick-witted mind, you must also have strong combat power!

Since she can't cultivate for the time being, she can only urge her senior brothers and sisters on! After all, it's good to have someone powerful to rely on!

So! As for cultivation techniques, well, the more the merrier, like Han Xin commanding troops!

And so, this scene unfolded on Tianqiong Mountain: little Qiyue, carrying a cultivation manual taller than herself, wobbled as she walked towards the mountain peak where everyone else was.

However, since the book clearly stated that the senior brother who was supposed to be cultivating at this time was not there, Qiyue was a little worried, fearing that something might have happened to Xie Ji'an.

But she didn't know that her worries were unnecessary.

In a dark cave, the son of the Hehuan Sect leader, whose arms and legs had been broken, crawled on the ground in the shadows. Behind him stood a handsome man with an icy expression.

He raised his eager, thirsty broadsword.

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