"..."

To prevent his ears from turning red again and being teased, Dai Linyuan immediately withdrew his mind-reading ability, looking like a wronged child with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

Does Ruan Sijin have a single serious thought in her heart?

Given his wicked and wicked schemes, it's already a miracle that he wasn't drugged and tricked into bed in his past life. The fact that he even thought of killing him and stripping him of his cultivation is astounding.

Moreover, Ruan Sijin's cultivation level is far above his. If he really wanted to kill someone to gain cultivation, he wouldn't have bothered to find him.

Is it... a misunderstanding?

But the person who killed him in his past life had the exact same aura as Ruan Sijin. Can aura be... disguised and imitated?

Dai Linyuan was a little worried. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep himself awake, but unexpectedly, a hand touched his ear.

The fingertips were slightly calloused, yet the warmth traveled straight to his heart, giving Dai Linyuan a feeling of being warmed in an instant.

He lost both his parents and had been wandering around until he finally found a temporary place to stay at the Xuan Shuang Sect. No one had ever given him such warmth before.

Dai Linyuan subconsciously looked up and immediately met a pair of charming and amorous peach blossom eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and his ears instantly turned bright red: "Senior...Senior Brother..."

"When I'm upset, I like to pinch my earlobe, but I don't often pinch my forehead."

Dai Linyuan took a step back, barely managing to break free from Si Jin's grasp, his entire body turning as red as a boiled crab: "Why...why?"

"Because it's easy to get wrinkles, your face won't look good."

"Senior Brother is still worried about his appearance?" The third disciple walked over casually and put his arm around Dai Linyuan's shoulder. "Is there anyone in this world more handsome than our Senior Brother? I've never seen one."

"Look how red our little Yuan is. If you didn't know better, you'd think that his senior brother had said something vulgar to him."

These inner disciples were trained by Si Jin on a daily basis, and they stood by his side from beginning to end, speaking to him in a harmonious and casual manner like a family of brothers.

But Dai Linyuan quickly pushed away his third senior brother's hand. He didn't know why, but he subconsciously didn't want his eldest senior brother to misunderstand.

Fearing others would ask about his strange reaction, he immediately changed the subject: "Senior Brother, how did Master... handle that matter just now?"

"Oh." Si Jin replied casually, "He told me to go to the Scripture Pavilion to study and cultivate diligently. In the future, the training of you outer disciples will all be handed over to Ruan Mianmian."

"Goodbye, everyone. Remember to bring me food."

After saying that, Si Jin waved his hand and strode away.

Despite his seemingly passive attitude, the inner disciples felt a deep pang of sympathy for him.

What kind of person is the eldest brother? At the age of twenty-five, he is about to enter the highest stage of Mahayana and ascend to immortality; Ruan Mianmian can't even do the most basic Golden Core formation. What can she do besides clinging to her master with tears in her eyes and crying?

Why should he be allowed to take over the position of the senior brother?!

Ruan Mianmian, who came out of the hall, was unaware of what her fellow disciples outside were thinking. She only felt that taking over Si Jin's position would make it easier for him to establish his authority in the sect.

He walked out happily, ready to receive the flattery of his fellow disciples. He had been eyeing Si Jin's power for a long time, and finally he could experience it for himself!

What good is Ruan Sijin's talent? What good is her relentless cultivation? In the end, she still can't act coquettishly towards a man, and she can't resist his tears.

"Ahem." Facing her fellow disciples, Ruan Mianmian immediately straightened her back: "Everyone, starting tomorrow, I will be in charge of..."

"Pah!" The third disciple, with his easygoing personality, was the first to speak, spitting in Ruan Mianmian's face before she could finish speaking.

Then, she blinked innocently and said, "Oh, Mianmian, I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I'm not interested in what you want to say. I'm leaving now."