Gao Shijie quickly shook his head, "It wasn't me, I just came."

“My dad has been keeping a close eye on me these days. I was only able to come see you after I finished the task he assigned me today.”

Gao Shijie pointed to the candied fruits and other snacks, "These are the only things I have. I had to ask someone to buy them for me from down the mountain."

Pei Zhi asked blankly, "If it's not you, then who is it?"

"Senior Brother Qi hasn't returned yet, has he?"

Qi Yan was injured before, and after he had mostly recovered, he was sent out by Pei Tianming.

Pei Zhi shook her head, and she and Gao Shijie exchanged a glance.

Inside Wuwang Peak, besides Pei Zhi, only Zhong Changyuan remains.

If it wasn't Gao Shijie who brought it, could it be Zhong Changyuan?

Pei Zhi guessed that it was probably true.

Gao Shijie wanted to guess about Uncle Zhong, but he didn't have the guts.

Gao Shijie forcibly changed the subject: "By the way, your fiancé doesn't know you're injured, does he?"

Pei Zhi thought about it and realized that it was indeed time for Sikong Ren to take the stage.

Dangerous, extremely dangerous.

Given Zhong Changyuan's previous aloof and refined nature, how could he possibly be so considerate?

Every time I had sex with her before, it felt like I was going to kill Zhong Changyuan.

This time, although Pei Zhi was misled by the effects of the drug, she could clearly feel Zhong Changyuan's gentleness.

They wiped her down, changed her clothes, and even arranged for someone to prepare food for her. Something was wrong, very wrong.

"I have lost all my cultivation now and can't use the transmission talisman. Can you help me contact him and tell him my situation? Just say that I want to see him."

“Yes, yes, yes.” Gao Shijie nodded repeatedly. “Given your current condition, you should indeed have Si Yaozun take care of you.”

Pei Zhi smiled wryly, whether or not she would take care of him was another matter.

Pei Zhi simply didn't want Zhong Changyuan to get too deeply involved.

It's better for Zhong Changyuan to remain the aloof sword immortal; he shouldn't descend to the mortal realm to engage in any romance, as that doesn't fit his character.

Gao Shijie stayed with Pei Zhi for a while and was just about to leave when Zhong Changyuan came over with a lunchbox.

Gao Shijie had already walked into the courtyard when he abruptly turned back.

"Uncle Zhong, I have some questions about cultivation that I need to ask you."

"Go ahead and speak."

Zhong Changyuan placed the lunchbox on the table and handed Pei Zhi a handkerchief.

Gao Shijie was stunned for a moment, and then immediately began to demonstrate a set of sword techniques in front of Zhong Changyuan.

Pei Zhi glanced at it twice and then silently picked up her chopsticks. Hmm, Gao Shijie's swordsmanship is really appetizing.

After Gao Shijie finished practicing, he looked at Zhong Changyuan with great excitement, "Uncle-Master, do you see any problems with my swordsmanship?"

Zhong Changyuan frowned deeply. "I remember you should be a talisman cultivator?"

"yes."

"From now on, you won't need to use swordsmanship unless absolutely necessary; you're not suited to practicing swordsmanship."

Pei Zhi couldn't help but laugh. It was really difficult for Zhong Changyuan to see Gao Shijie's eye-watering swordsmanship.

Although Gao Shijie was just making conversation, he was inevitably taken aback.

Seeing Gao Shijie still standing there, Zhong Changyuan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Clearly, Zhong Changyuan meant to drive the guests away.

Gao Shijie forced a smile, not daring to say anything, and quickly took his leave.

"Do you like these dishes?"

"It's quite delicious." Pei Zhi thought it tasted good. "It's much better than the communal dishes in the canteen."

Those who usually eat in the dining hall are mostly outer disciples, or disciples who want to have a treat.

The taste wasn't bad, but it certainly couldn't compare to the small dishes served in this way.

"If you like it, I'll make it for you again tomorrow."

"..." Pei Zhi stopped chewing and looked at Zhong Changyuan's hand.

Zhong Changyuan's slender and long hands actually picked up a spatula to stir-fry vegetables?

Pei Zhi hurriedly said, "Master, how could I possibly deserve to have you personally go into the kitchen?"

"Why not?" Zhong Changyuan didn't understand. "You've gone to such lengths for me, what's a meal for you?"

Pei Zhi really couldn't communicate with Zhong Changyuan anymore. She had already said that it wasn't for him, she didn't.

Men, no matter what age they are, they all love to overthink things.

"Master, you're really overthinking it. I am..."

Pei Zhi paused for a moment, then raised her voice, "I did it for the peace of the cultivation world, for..."

"Alright." Zhong Changyuan picked up his chopsticks and put some food on Pei Zhi's plate. "You don't need to explain these things to me, I understand."

I understand. What does Zhong Changyuan understand?

That gossipy old woman, Wan Kui, why does she have such a big mouth? She likes to blurt out everything.

Pei Zhi could only manage a somewhat stiff smile before lowering her head to eat.

After dinner, Zhong Changyuan still wanted to practice swordsmanship with Pei Zhi.

"Although you have lost your cultivation now, practicing swordsmanship can still help you strengthen your body."

Pei Zhi's previous sword was no longer usable, so Zhong Changyuan specially found a wooden sword for her to practice swordsmanship.

Without his cultivation, Pei Zhi could no longer practice swordsmanship with fluid grace.

Her physical condition was not as good as before, and Pei Zhi became somewhat irritable as she practiced.

Zhong Changyuan was quite patient, and he practiced swordsmanship with Pei Zhi every day.

A few days later, Gao Shijie came again and brought Pei Zhi some Luban locks to pass the time.

However, as Gao Shijie stood at the entrance of the courtyard, he saw Zhong Changyuan teaching Pei Zhi swordsmanship step by step.

Gao Shijie, this is really bad, you shouldn't go in.

Anyway, in the cultivation world, Gao Shijie had never seen any other masters teach their disciples to practice swordsmanship in this way.

He held her hand tightly and pulled her into his arms.

Even if there's no strict separation between men and women in the cultivation world, shouldn't the relationship between master and disciple be more intimate?

This doesn't make sense, does it? What kind of master and disciple would be so close?

Gao Shijie glanced at it, and was about to turn around and leave, thinking he would come back another time.

I turned around and was startled.

Sikong Ren arrived at some unknown time and stood quietly behind him.

Of course, some of the scenes he saw, Sikong Ren should have seen as well.

"Demon Lord, when did you arrive?"

Sikong Ren crossed his arms and watched the scene unfold in the courtyard.

“Demon Lord, Pei Zhi has lost her cultivation, so Uncle Zhong is teaching her swordsmanship.”

Sikong Ren's eyes sharpened: "Truly... a deep bond between master and disciple."

Gao Shijie scratched his head. "Shall I lead you in?"

"No, I need to find someone to settle accounts with first."

Upon hearing the news, Sikong Ren originally intended to check on Pei Zhi's condition first.

Seeing that Pei Zhi was still practicing her sword well, he was no longer in a hurry to see her.

Gao Shijie wanted to ask a few questions, but Sikong Ren simply vanished into thin air.

Sikong Ren arrived alone in the Demon Realm, went directly to Wan Kui's palace, and then destroyed it with a single move.

The commotion was so great that Wan Kui ran out of the hall.

Upon seeing that it was Sikong Ren, Wan Kui felt bitter inside.

"It is truly an honor to welcome the Demon Lord here."

Sikong Ren drew a dark, gleaming sword. "Dare to touch my men? You'd better wash your necks clean, wouldn't you say?"