Chapter 38: The Sound of the Flute

"Elder Geng, I was wrong. If you do this a hundred times, you won't be able to sleep tonight. Don't do this."

She tried to play the emotional card. Geng Jihuan looked at her with a distressed look, then began to walk off the stage and patted her on the shoulder.

"I know, I did it on purpose. Don't be so silly. Why don't you think about how to hand it over to me in its entirety tomorrow? If you can't, you can come to my peak to test the medicine."

She smiled brightly, but the words she spoke were like icicles in the coldest days of winter, piercing into people's hearts and making them feel cold.

She refused to try the medicine!

Even if she has to hold her eyelids propped up with a stick tonight, she is determined to finish writing!

Yan Weiwan was so sad that she could not even cry, and looked to the side.

Yin Huan gave her a look that said you deserved it.

As expected, nothing can escape the teacher's spur. Even after so many years and with higher cultivation, one is still afraid of the teacher deep down.

Yan Weiwan snorted. "I'm writing this even if all I see is you! We're in the same boat! No one is superior to the other!"

After the afternoon class, Yan Weiwan and Yin Huan began their writing journey.

The two of them were copying in class from the afternoon until the evening, while the other students had already returned to the dormitory.

She could feel the pain, but copying distracted her, and combined with meditation, it didn't have much of an impact.

When the afterglow of the sunset fades in the evening, you suddenly feel a dull pain in your chest, as if someone is squeezing your heart, and you have difficulty breathing.

She covered her chest with her hands. Yan Weiwan, who was writing furiously next to her, noticed something was wrong and stopped copying.

"Yin Huan, what's wrong with you?"

Why did he suddenly stop what he was doing? Judging from his expression... is he feeling uncomfortable again?

"I...I'm fine. Maybe I'm just a little tired because I've never copied before and I'm not used to it."

Yin Huan only felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, and his hands tightly grasped the collar of his clothes in front of his chest, looking for an excuse to make Yan Weiwan feel relieved.

She suppressed the pain, and Yan Weiwan tilted his head and looked at her.

"Is that so? That's right. Elder Ying Su said you were weak. I asked you to come to Elder Geng and ask her to prescribe two prescriptions for you, but you didn't come."

There was a hint of anger in her tone, and Yin Huan forced a smile.

She didn't want to take the medicine. Geng Jihuan's medicine was so bitter that it was torture.

Seeing Yin Huan frowning, she said that since her friend was in trouble, she would naturally help out reluctantly.

"How about this, you put the part you need to copy there and take a rest. I'll finish copying mine and then help you write it!"

She took Yin Huan's pen from her hand and wanted to help her sit aside.

Yin Huan listened and felt a little guilty.

"I'll just take a moment."

She refused her help and dodged Yan Weiwan's touch.

The main reason is that my whole body is hot now, and if Yan Weiwan touches me, he will definitely find something wrong.

With her noisy personality, she would run to inform the elders out of concern.

Yan Weiwan's hand froze in mid-air.

This person... We've known each other for so long, why is he still so resistant to physical contact?

I saw him pick up the pen again and wave his hand.

"That's really not necessary. I have my own concerns. I'll just copy a little more. I don't have as much as you do, so it'll be done soon. It's already late, so don't worry about me."

Yan Weiwan leaned on her desk, looking puzzled.

"Oh, Elder Geng Jihuan wouldn't specifically check it. Didn't you write it for me before? Isn't it normal to care about your friends?"

She wanted to help Yin Huan, but Yin Huan shook his head stubbornly.

"Nothing is as it should be. If I can't hold on any longer, we'll talk later. You still have a lot of tonight ahead of you. I don't need to go and rest. I'm much better now."

She tried to suppress her physical discomfort and maintained a calm expression, but beads of sweat still dripped down her forehead.

In order to prevent Yan Weiwan from coming forward again, she gritted her teeth, stood up, and jumped around twice.

Yan Weiwan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was really fine.

However, she felt that Yin Huan was as stubborn as a donkey.

Yan Weiwan sat back in his original seat and copied and traced much faster than before.

She wanted to help Yin Huan, so she simply turned her homework into a ghost painting.

Yin Huan kept enduring it, but the pain became more and more intense and more painful.

But when she tried to condense her spiritual power, she found that she could actually master it and control it with ease.

Fu Sheng didn't lie to himself. It wasn't even the next day yet, but the effect had already appeared.

She comforted herself in her heart, as long as it is useful, it is useful.

It was late at night, and even the smallest sound would be amplified countless times.

At some point, Yin Huan suddenly felt something was wrong, and the pen in his hand fell, hitting the table with a "bang".

Her whole body was stiff and unable to move, enduring the pain of repairing her soul.

Yan Weiwan fell asleep on the desk while copying. In order to divert his attention, Yin Huan took the unfinished copy from Yan Weiwan.

Otherwise, Yan Weiwan wouldn't dare to sleep on the table now.

Although she felt sorry for Yin Huan, she was really too sleepy. Yin Huan also said that she couldn't sleep and gave the seat to her.

Yan Weiwan was still half asleep when he was woken up by Yin Huan's voice.

She rubbed her eyes, looked up, and asked Yin Huan who was sitting upright next to her.

"Yin Huan, what are you doing? What was that noise just now?"

Half of Yin Huan's face was hidden in the dark shadows. She bit her lip and tried her best to control her body's reactions.

"Nothing, I was just too sleepy and accidentally dropped my pen on the ground. Go to sleep, I'll finish copying it for you soon."

Her words were very calm, and no other emotions could be heard.

After hearing that she was fine, Yan Weiwan lay down on the table again and fell asleep slowly.

Hearing the even breathing sounds beside him, Yin Huan slowly crawled on the table.

She had been copying with gritted teeth before, even though her hands were shaking so much that she could hardly hold the pen, but now, she really couldn't hold on any longer.

In a place she couldn't see, many red souls came from all directions, gathered towards her, from her feet upwards, and gathered into her body.

In the back mountain, Geng Jihuan and Bai Yunshu always felt that the ground was shaking.

They both noticed something was wrong tonight and came here without any prior arrangement.

Geng Jihuan ran to his master's grave and asked in panic.

"Master, if you are still alive, you must be angry now that you know the Jade Book of Floating Life has been stolen!"

She swallowed and bowed to the side.

"Our ancestors, can you please be quiet? It's so late at night, it's easy to scare people!"

She suddenly stood up, put her hands on her hips and looked at the graves all over the back mountain, and her voice echoed in the back mountain.

Bai Yunshu held his forehead and warned her not to make a noise so late at night.

After being attacked by Geng Jihuan, the ground shook even more violently, and one could even hear roars coming from underground.

Bai Yunshu's phantom flute appeared inch by inch in his hand, so he put it to his lips and teeth and spoke.

"It's obviously the wrath of the dead. It's so strange. I'll calm them down first."

Melodious music flowed from her lips, the shaking earth gradually calmed down, and the roaring sound gradually subsided.

Geng Jihuan leaned against his master's tombstone and sighed.

"It's thanks to you, Junior Sister, that Nan Lezhi is not in the sect. If it weren't for you, I don't know how to appease these things."

Before Bai Yunshu could respond to Geng Jihuan's flattery, he suddenly noticed that in the distance several red undead had transformed into aura forms and were heading in the same direction.

She frowned, immediately put away the flute, and chased in that direction.

"Hey? Where are you going, Junior Sister?"

When Geng Jihuan turned around, Bai Yunshu had disappeared into the night.