It craved her embrace, and for that reason, it didn't tell her it was right beside her—what a terrible thing to do. It puffed out its little belly, pointed at itself, and squeaked twice, trying to look at her with sincere eyes. But she smiled, patted its little head, and chuckled, "Why are you crying too? Is it because…?"

Because he's clearly white-haired, yet he's called Xiao Xuan?

Xuan means black...

Her name is indeed quite unrefined.

The fox was speechless, stretching out its furry paws as if to prove itself again, when it heard a weary voice whispering at the entrance of the cave, "Greetings, Daoist Master!"

The boy's voice was clear and familiar, causing Shen Wangshu to raise an eyebrow.

The fox, constantly interrupted and unable to reveal its identity, peeked out cautiously, thought for a moment, and then snorted disdainfully.

It's just a minor cultivator, yet it takes itself so seriously. It clearly remembered the boy it encountered when its consciousness was clouded, even though the boy was on the ground while it and Shen Wangshu were high in the clouds, it could still remember him.

It snorted and whined, using its furry paws to push Shen Wangshu's arm, preventing her from seeing the young man. Clearly, Shen Wangshu had no interest in seeing Yue Xizhi either. Seeing the fox howling at her jealously, she smiled and said, "He's an annoying person; let's ignore him from now on."

Her personal expression of her disgust for Yue Xizhi immediately made the fox's eyes light up.

It nodded its little head vigorously, humming and rubbing against Shen Wangshu's fingers.

The way the boy looked at Shen Wangshu always angered the fox, making it jealous.

Because the boy had a human form.

But now it is...

Shen Wangshu stroked the fluffy ball beside her indulgently, and said softly with a smile, "I always feel that even without Ah Xuan, I am happy with you in my heart."

She felt the fox pause for a moment, then climb even more dependently into her arms, no longer caring about Yue Xizhi outside. She simply raised her hand, and a beam of light shot out of the cave, knocking the boy kneeling in front of her cave off the mountain peak. She looked away at the fox, who was even more smug, yet seemed to have a very energetic air about him for some reason, and chuckled softly, "He's really putting on a show."

Did Yue Xizhi really believe that he could meet the Lingxiao Daozun whenever he wanted?

Who does he think he is?

She could understand why Yue Xizhi had come to see her after being punished by the Enforcement Hall.

This exceptionally stubborn young man was determined to prove himself and show her his true character. He was punished, yet he remained proud and arrogant, a pride completely different from that of a typical cultivator. He thought this would make her see him in a different light, but Yue Xizhi would never understand that Shen Wangshu only felt disgust for him, not a shred of admiration.

She casually swept Yue Xizhi off her mountain peak as easily as sweeping away an ant, unaware that the young man fell with a bloodied head and was on the verge of death beneath the icy peak.

Although the Enforcement Hall was wary of his high regard among the sect's high-ranking cultivators, he was no match for Lingxiao Daozun.

He was a great cultivator who had protected the sect for a thousand years, and was the most radiant being in the eyes of the sect's disciples.

Yue Xizhi actually angered Lingxiao Daozun, which clearly shows that in choosing between the two, the Enforcement Hall chose to appease Lingxiao Daozun.

Yue Xizhi was beaten so badly that his skin was torn and he was almost beaten to death. If it weren't for the fear of the high-level cultivator behind him and the worry that killing him would cause trouble, Yue Xizhi wouldn't have had the energy to climb into Shen Wangshu's cave.

He lay on the ground, blood streaming down his face, his vision blurred, when he saw a petite figure rush towards him. Ling'er, who had also been whipped several times, disregarded her own wounds and sobbed as she threw herself on top of him. The weight pressing down on him almost made Yue Xizhi suffocate, but he felt the girl's pure worry, and his gaze softened.

He barely managed to push Ling'er to his side, then, panting, he got up and leaned against a tree, his gaze fixed intently on the silent, frost-covered mountain peaks.

He never expected that Lingxiao Daozun would be so heartless.

"You're thinking about her even now?" Ling'er asked, her heart aching as she noticed his gaze still fixed on Bingfeng.

She liked this young man and knew he was very kind to her, but his kindness paled in comparison to his attention to Lingxiao Daozun.

Why did he come here after being whipped and injured?

Perhaps, it was more to make Lingxiao Daozun pity the harm he had suffered.

"Why don't we go back and tell your master, and ask her to stand up for you! Although Lingxiao Daozun is the number one person in the sect, your master is not someone to be trifled with!"

Yue Xizhi's master was also a great cultivator, though not as powerful as Shen Wangshu and Daojun Xiwu. However, a Nascent Soul cultivator was still a formidable figure in the sect. Although Yue Xizhi's master was arrogant and somewhat haughty, he had always been very kind to him. Ling'er hesitated for a moment, then, suppressing her heart-wrenching pain, said to Yue Xizhi, "If you remain silent after being humiliated like this, you will have no place in the sect!"

"Why does she hate me?" Yue Xizhi asked murmured, as if he hadn't heard her.

"Xi Zhi!"

Ling'er felt an inexplicable heartache and cried out in pain.

But the boy pushed her away and staggered away.

Countless drops of blood fell behind him, just like Ling'er's own heartbreak.

But she knew Yue Xizhi was a soft-hearted person, so she gritted her teeth and rushed over to support him. Sure enough, Yue Xizhi gave her a grateful smile, and her clear image began to appear in his dark eyes.

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