Chapter 1080 Feeling Embarrassed

"Hmph," the Taoist priest raised his head arrogantly, stroking his proud beard. "The secret recipe belongs to my junior sister. She is skillful, talented, and kind-hearted. She is Master's most prized disciple. How could she not be worthy of your so-called Lord Xie?"

"Besides, I've long seen through it. That Xie guy must have been a pretty boy when he was young. If my junior sister hadn't been so naive back then, how could she have possibly fallen for him? It's not certain who's the undeserving victim."

Lord Zhao chuckled and said, "We've become friends through a fight, so isn't it tiring to keep talking like this? Quickly remove this thing, or your auspicious place will be ruined if a fight breaks out later."

The bearded Taoist priest raised his hand and removed the restraints. "Wouldn't it have been better to do this earlier? Why did you have to resort to violence and even hurt my senior brother? Who is more unreasonable here?"

Zhao Jin boldly speculated, "Your senior brother, could he be deeply in love with your junior sister? Otherwise, why would he be so hostile towards my junior brother? If we hadn't knocked him unconscious, would we have attacked you?"

The bearded Taoist priest pondered for a moment, "Hiss, no way, our senior brother is our role model, how could he possibly fall for a woman?"

“How could it not be?” Lord Zhao sighed. “So it turns out that two jealous people have caused this commotion. Fellow Daoist, please take us to see our junior brother. If he is in danger, it will be difficult to explain what happened today.”

"But it's my junior sister..."

"Bring my disciple here quickly, my patience is running out," Master Han said in a deep voice. "Lead the way!"

Blackbeard raised an eyebrow. "My name is Ryukaze. Please follow me."

Song Chunxue held Wuyou's hand and quickly followed.

They climbed two floors and arrived at a quiet, secluded courtyard.

Master Han strode into the room, looked at Master Feng Lei, and asked in a deep voice, "How is my disciple?"

Master Fenglei stood up, cupped his hands and bowed, "I'm sorry, Qingxuan was too harsh, your disciple has not yet woken up."

Master Han walked to the bedside and raised his hand to check Xie Zheng's pulse.

Song Chunxue's heart suddenly started pounding, and she took deep breaths to relieve the sudden feeling of suffocation and fear.

She went straight to the bedside, reached out and took Xie Zheng's hand, and personally checked his pulse.

"Is your disciple truly a cultivator?" Master Han looked intently at Master Feng Lei. "If you weren't living in this misty, fairyland-like mountain valley, I would have thought some bandits had come over and were treating my disciple like a hooligan."

Master Fenglei bowed his head, "I never knew before that the obstacle Qingxuan couldn't overcome was Qingyun. I'm sorry, it was my negligence that caused this disaster..."

"What terrible disaster has he caused?" Master Han stepped forward and grabbed his collar. "What exactly happened to Xie Zheng?"

When Master Fenglei met the vertical pupils in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

He then realized that the seemingly handsome Taoist priest hadn't intervened earlier because he didn't want to escalate the situation.

He was even younger than the person lying unconscious in the bed, but he didn't expect that this person was a demon.

Han Mo, who had not shown himself until now, suddenly appeared and stepped forward to check Xie Zheng's pulse.

He couldn't help but look at Master Han and Song Chunxue, hesitating to speak.

Song Chunxue then realized that with Master Han's medical skills, how could he not know what had happened to Xie Zheng?

He just didn't want to tell her.

"Speak freely, I want to know."

Han Mo looked at her, considered for a moment, and said, "You will know when he wakes up."

Zhang Chengxuan stepped forward and carefully examined the pulse.

Song Chunxue's eyes were slightly red. "Senior brother, what exactly happened?"

“He won’t be in mortal danger, but his memory may be damaged,” Zhang Chengxuan said softly. “The person who made the move must have regarded him as that female cultivator’s beloved. The move was swift and decisive, and their intention was to eliminate his feelings for that female cultivator.”

Wuyou was so angry she gritted her teeth, "I'm going to stab that bastard to death!"

"You're back." Song Chunxue breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that you're not in any danger. As for the rest, perhaps it's fate."

Lord Zhao approached Master Han and whispered, "Let's talk outside."

Before they knew it, only Song Chunxue and Xie Zheng remained in the room.

She held his hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and a dull ache flashed through her heart.

As long as he is safe and well, it doesn't matter if he forgets her.

She just didn't understand why the guidance she had heard before, and the ruthless path that Master Han had mentioned, had appeared in this way.

This is to make her experience the pain of being forgotten, and after extreme disappointment, to understand the true meaning of the ruthless path.

She refused!

She won't accept it!

She stayed by the bedside for half an hour, and the person on the bed slightly woke up.

His fingers twitched. Song Chunxue suppressed her complex emotions and spoke gently, "Xie Zheng?"

Xie Zheng opened his eyes and slowly surveyed his surroundings.

When his gaze fell on Song Chunxue, his expression showed a moment of bewilderment.

He stared intently at Song Chunxue's face, and after a moment raised his hand that was being held. "What's wrong with me?"

"You've been knocked unconscious," Song Chunxue said, holding her breath for a moment. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you know who I am?"

“You are Song Chunxue,” Xie Zheng sat up. “But why are you holding my hand?”

"..." Song Chunxue released his hand, her heart sinking.

"Where is Master Zhang?" he smiled, his usual tenderness gone. "Why isn't he the one watching over me?"

He pinched his burning earlobe, then coughed lightly, "Ahem, it's kind of embarrassing."

"..."