Chapter 39 is Ah Li's zither music!

Mo Hannian drew his sword and looked around.

The surroundings were completely quiet; there wasn't a single person, let alone a bird.

He called out suspiciously, "Ye Li?"

Could it be that Ye Li has returned?

No, that's not right. That's not a Lotus Sect technique, and the spiritual energy felt unfamiliar to him.

The Heavenly Gate Sect is rich in spiritual energy, like flowing water. But what hit him just now was more like a stagnant pool of water.

He said coldly, "Who goes there and why do you dare to be so insolent in my Heavenly Gate Sect!"

"Show yourself immediately! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a burst of spiritual energy knocked his sword away once more.

Mo Hannian suddenly turned around, only to find no one around.

He quickly picked up the sword, this time his forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Who is it?!"

"Don't be a coward, come out!"

With a "crack," his sword fell to the ground again.

It doesn't cause much harm, but it's extremely insulting.

Especially for someone as extremely sensitive as Mo Hannian, this kind of insult made him angrier than a real injury.

Mo Hannian gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the veins on his forehead throbbing, his pale face flushed red. "Come out! Let's fight for real! Life or death!"

"Clang!"

His sword was knocked away again.

This time the sword was thrown even further and landed in the small pond.

The soaked sword tassel seemed like a silent response from the other party: you are not worthy to be my opponent.

It's just a drowning dog.

Sure enough, Mo Hannian went mad, picking up his sword and wildly swinging it around.

"come out!"

"Come out here!"

Ye Li looked at the headless man expressionlessly and knocked his sword away again.

Wasn't it said that her concern for him was an insult to him? Then let's see what real humiliation is like.

"ah!"

A low growl, like that of a trapped beast.

Mo Hannian stopped picking up the sword and attacked everywhere with his spiritual power like a madman.

Suddenly someone grabbed him, and without thinking, he attacked the other person's throat.

The newcomer restrained him and asked in surprise, "Xiao Wu? What's wrong with you?"

Mo Hannian then recognized the other person. "Third Senior Brother?"

"Someone's here! An assassin!"

"Okay, okay, tell me slowly."

Wen Yao learned about the situation from Mo Hannian's account, and his expression became solemn.

"To be able to sneak into the Tianmen Sect so quietly and even come to this nameless little house."

He had a bad feeling. "Xiao Wu, do you remember when I said I saw Ah Li's ghost? Do you think she might have been killed by this assassin?"

"Could it be that Ah Li has really already..."

This time, Mo Hannian did not refute, his gaze fixed on the pond, and no one knew what he was thinking.

-

Junlan Residence

To take care of Su Ying'er, Lu Ziting took her to his courtyard.

Looking at the weak little girl on the bed, Lu Ziting lovingly stroked her cheek, feeling extremely guilty.

If he hadn't been distracted by Bai Xiaosheng's words and started thinking about Ye Li, Ying'er wouldn't have gotten into trouble.

It's all his fault for not protecting Ying'er.

He made his decision.

Regardless of Ye Li's situation, he was determined to become Ying'er's Daoist partner; he couldn't bear to let this kind and devoted girl down again.

Just then, the woman on the bed let out a soft moan and slowly opened her eyes.

"Ying'er!"

Lu Ziting called out to her anxiously, "How are you? Where does it hurt?"

Su Ying'er said weakly, "Senior Brother, is that you? Ying'er is so scared."

"Don't be afraid, with your senior brother here, you won't die."

With tears welling up in her eyes, the woman said, "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid I'll never see you again."

Lu Ziting was deeply moved. He stroked her face and said, "Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? No matter where you go, your senior brother will be with you."

"Senior Brother, you're so kind. By the way, how's Fourth Senior Brother? You didn't make things difficult for him, did you?"

Su Ying'er's face was pale, but her tone was full of concern.

Lu Ziting said helplessly, "He almost killed you, why do you still care about him?"

"Fourth Senior Brother is just out of his mind, Ying'er doesn't blame him."

She hooked her finger around Lu Ziting's and said softly, "Senior Brother, you must promise me you won't make things difficult for Fourth Senior Brother. He just doesn't know what he's doing."

Lu Ziting's palms itched from her tickling, and he gripped her hand tightly. "Fourth Brother killed a fellow disciple in front of so many people. The Discipline Hall already knows, and we can't cover it up. Let him be confined for now, and we'll talk about it again when Master comes out of seclusion."

"But……"

"Alright, don't worry about others anymore, just focus on recovering."

Su Ying'er pouted, "Okay."

Lu Ziting coaxed Su Ying'er to sleep before going to the next room.

I had just lain down when something poked me.

Upon lifting the blanket, I saw... the Twin Swords?

Lu Ziting was stunned. He didn't remember putting the sword here. What was going on?

Separated by a wall, Su Ying'er, relieved of the crisis, looked smug.

Even if Bai Xiaosheng saw it with his own eyes, no one would believe him.

She looked around. This was the master bedroom that Lu Ziting had specially prepared, and she would be moving in soon.

"Ye Li, don't worry, I will become your Daoist partner with Senior Brother in your place, so you can die in peace."

"Anyway, nobody cares about you, and nobody will ever remember you."

Just as Su Ying'er was feeling smug, the bed curtains suddenly shook, as if someone was trying to pull them open.

Startled, Su Ying'er ignored the pain in her chest and immediately sat up, her voice tense, "Senior Brother, is that you?"

It would be terrible if he heard her talking to herself just now!

But the other party did not answer her. She lifted the bed curtains and tentatively called out, "Senior Brother?"

There was no one there.

What happened? She clearly felt someone lifting the bed curtains just now. Could it be the wind?

All the windows were tightly closed, and it was time to go to bed. Only a single candle was left outside, flickering on and off.

Suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"who!"

She turned around too quickly, and her wound throbbed with pain, but she didn't care. Leaning against the wall, her lips trembled, "Senior sister? Is that you?"

Ye Li twitched her lips. She was indeed clever; she had guessed it was her so quickly.

Su Ying'er gripped the blanket tightly, "Senior... Senior Sister, the sect is doing well, rest in peace."

Rest in peace? Ha, how can she rest in peace?

Unless she comes to be buried with him!

"Well-"

Su Ying'er was gripped by an invisible hand around the neck, and she kept kicking her legs.

"Help-Help-"

Just as Su Ying'er's eyes began to roll back, the door was kicked open. "Ying'er!"

Lu Ziting saw Su Ying'er lying on the bed, and although she was alone, she was grabbing her neck and kicking her legs incessantly.

Thinking she was possessed, he rushed over and picked her up, asking, "Ying'er, what's wrong? What happened?"

Su Ying'er was breathless and trembling all over, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister wants to kill me, she wants to kill me!"

"Ye Li?"

Lu Ziting loosened his grip on her arm and stood up. "Ye Li is back? Where is she?"

"she-"

Su Ying'er was about to accuse Ye Li, but she immediately realized something was wrong. If she said it was Ye Li's vengeful spirit that was haunting her, then the news of Ye Li's death would be impossible to keep secret!

No, she can't say it.

"It was a dream I had."

Su Ying'er clung to Lu Ziting's clothes, looking delicate and helpless, "I dreamt that my senior sister wanted to kill me, it was so scary."

It was just a dream.

Ignoring the slight disappointment in his heart, Lu Ziting patted her back reassuringly, "Don't be afraid, dreams are all just dreams."

"But I'm so scared, senior brother, can you stay with me?"

Under the candlelight, the beauty's eyes were filled with tears and dependence. Lu Ziting couldn't bear to refuse, "Alright, then I'll sleep on the couch with you, don't be afraid."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sound of a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) drifted from next door.

The melodious tune left Lu Ziting stunned. It was Ah Li's piano music!