"Could it be that my beautiful apprentice has actually fallen for me?"

Fang Han pondered to himself, and when his gaze fell upon Gongsun Yaoqin, who was gracefully walking into the tent, a slight ripple of emotion flickered in his heart.

At this moment, the threat posed by Shi Wenshan and Shi Yujiao had been eliminated, and the surroundings were quiet. Sun Yaoqin was now a mid-level Martial Grandmaster, only one step away from becoming a high-level Martial Grandmaster. Logically speaking, she should not be afraid. So why did she walk into her tent like this?

"The tent space is limited, so here, you can have this place to sleep."

Fang Han spoke softly, and as he spoke, the faint, elegant fragrance emanating from Gongsun Yaoqin wafted over, like a gentle breeze, stirring his heart slightly.

"And what about you, Master?"

Gongsun Yaoqin raised her head and asked softly.

"I can simply meditate and cultivate; you need not worry."

Fang Han remained calm.

"Thank you, Master. To be honest, I was a little scared to sleep alone on this vast grassland."

Gongsun Yaoqin bit her lip slightly.

"Rest in peace, I will stay here and watch over you tonight."

Fang Han said.

Before long, Gongsun Yaoqin's even breathing could be heard, indicating that she had entered a sweet dream.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Fang Han couldn't help but smile bitterly: "My beautiful disciple is too carefree. What would she do if I really had any evil thoughts?"

He then gently shook his head, composed himself, and continued to immerse himself in cultivation.

Meanwhile, on a large tree dozens of feet away from the tent, Shi Wenshan and his sister Shi Yujiao were shivering from the cold, their teeth chattering.

Their eyes flashed with resentment and malice, wishing they could rush down and tear Fang Han to pieces, but they couldn't move their bodies, and their killing intent had nowhere to be vented.

...

The next day, as dawn broke, Fang Yingxue emerged from her tent.

She glanced up casually and saw Gongsun Yaoqin emerge from Fang Han's tent.

"This... could something be wrong?"

Fang Yingxue's heart skipped a beat, especially when she saw Gongsun Yaoqin's slightly flushed cheeks, which resembled peach blossoms in spring. Her doubts deepened.

"Yaoqin, how... how did you get out of my brother's tent?"

Fang Yingxue stepped forward and asked with a curious expression.

“Last night, I was really scared, so I went to Master’s tent.”

Gongsun Yaoqin lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and the blush on her cheeks became even more pronounced.

"Yaoqin, I've always considered you my own sister. Do you want to be my sister-in-law?"

Fang Yingxue blinked, a mischievous smile appearing on her face, and said with a grin.

In her heart, Gongsun Yaoqin was easier to get along with than Princess Xiao Qingluan and Ye Qianqian, and she liked this girl from the bottom of her heart.

"Yingxue, don't talk nonsense. Your brother is my master. There is a difference between master and disciple."

Upon hearing this, Gongsun Yaoqin immediately became anxious and hurriedly waved her hand to explain.

"Then why are you blushing? Don't you really have any feelings for my brother at all?"

Fang Yingxue persisted, pressing for an answer.

"Yingxue, you're getting more and more naughty and bad. You know perfectly well that your brother and I are master and disciple, which is absolutely impossible."

Gongsun Yaoqin was both embarrassed and anxious. She raised her little pink fist and gently punched Fang Yingxue.

The two immediately started chasing each other, laughing and joking around.

Inside the tent, Fang Han naturally heard the conversation between the two clearly and sighed helplessly.

In his past life, he suffered a great loss because of a woman, so in this life, he is extremely cautious about getting close to women.

He wasn't completely indifferent to Gongsun Yaoqin, but he didn't want to repeat the same mistake, so he could only pretend not to know for the time being and bury his feelings deep in his heart.

Not long after, Zhou Chi and Fang Qing also emerged from the tent.

Zhou Chi stretched lazily, squinted, and gazed at the large tree in the distance. He saw Shi Wenshan and Shi Yujiao still hanging there in a disheveled state, like two trapped, stray dogs.

He couldn't help but chuckle and teased, "Look at those two, they really 'enjoyed' themselves last night."

After saying that, a mocking smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Fang Qing crossed his arms, his expression cold and stern. He glanced indifferently at the two people in the tree and said calmly, "Whether they can survive depends entirely on whether God gives them a chance. That's what you call fate playing tricks on people."

He frowned slightly, showing no sympathy for the two men's plight.

Even if we killed this brother and sister, it would be justified.

Fang Han only disciplined the brother and sister; that was already merciful.

"They won't die."

Fang Han shook his head, his expression calm, and explained slowly, "The acupoints on Shi Wenshan's body were sealed by Yaoqin. With his skill, he should be able to open the acupoints on his own in about three days. So, they can only hang on that tree for three days."

"Ha ha!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Chi burst into laughter, his smile widening as he clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Truly, you reap what you sow! This is exactly what you deserve!"

The hearty laughter echoed across the grassland, startling several birds that were perched in the grass.

Although Shi Wenshan and Shi Yujiao were bound and unable to move, their hearing was exceptionally sharp.

They heard Fang Han and the others' conversation clearly. When they heard Fang Han say that he would not be able to escape for three days, a look of despair flashed in Shi Wenshan's eyes, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

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