Thanks to his cultivation.

Yan Huailiu started saying this the second day he arrived here, and his gratitude has only grown to this day.

If he were required to recompile the unofficial history of the Yuxu Sect, he would definitely open a separate volume specifically introducing the 800 daily uses of spiritual power.

It can free your hands and get things done without contacting people, and it can also act as a veil to block things you don't want to see.

Thanks to his incredible cultivation.

Yan Huailiu remained expressionless throughout, trying his best to get rid of those inappropriate images for children from his mind.

He shouldn't have been curious about niche areas when he was surfing the Internet. Now, those long-forgotten images have been brought out.

Doesn’t he have a bad memory?

Why can’t I forget these things!

With a bit of resentment and that little unknown jealousy, Yan Huailiu threw Gu Xingyun directly into the hot spring.

A large amount of water splashed on his face, and Yan Huailiu immediately started to reflect: "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Then she stood there obediently waiting for Gu Xingyun to soak slowly, and picked out a few loose clothes from the cabinet while waiting.

Thanks to the original body's habit of maintaining elegance at all times, otherwise he would have to go out and pick up a few leaves for Gu Xingyun to use as clothes.

Or breaking off a few lotus leaves would seem more appropriate.

While letting his thoughts run wild, Yan Huailiu controlled his spiritual power to protect Gu Xingyun so that he would not fall and drown.

When the time was almost up, he pulled the man up with an expressionless face, and casually wrapped his clothes around his apprentice. He couldn't help but pinch Gu Xingyun's arm: "How did you grow so fast? And your muscles are so big. I don't see you eating much normally?"

He gave the only bed in the secret room to Gu Xingyun. Worried that he would feel uncomfortable, he also shared some of the cushion he used for practice with him. Then he walked aside and began to study those unknown fairy vines.

The first few days of his retreat went smoothly. He was completely immersed in it and his spiritual power was flowing smoothly. But this morning he started to feel inexplicably anxious and uncomfortable all over.

Forced to break away from his cultivation, an unprecedented sense of loneliness swept over him. He sat on the hammock and stared at the waterfall for several hours before deciding to go out for a walk and then come back to continue.

Not forcing yourself to do things when you are uncomfortable is Yan Huailiu’s first principle in life.

It's time to lie down, especially when your emotions suddenly get out of control.

He didn't know how many days he had been in seclusion, but he saw Tutu shortly after he came out of the barrier, and his sad mood was relieved a little.

Then I picked up Gu Xingyun.

Yan Huailiu admitted that he felt a surprise the moment he saw Gu Xingyun's face, just like... a person who had been lost for a long time and was almost in despair turned around and met a companion he could rely on.

At that moment, all the loneliness, confusion and discomfort disappeared. He spoke like a chatterbox, saying everything he had not said for a while, without caring whether he would get a response from Gu Xingyun.

Without him realizing it, deep down in his heart he had already regarded Gu Xingyun as a life-saving medicine.

Only now did Yan Huailiu's vague sense of loss completely disappear, and he could completely devote himself to seclusion again.

"Hmm... let me think, why is there no specific description? Yan Huailiu, you are really outrageous. Did you plant it here just because it looks good? At least, check the efficacy!"

Yan Huailiu squatted there and muttered to himself, reaching out and poking the immortal vine that was constantly oozing out spiritual energy: "If only Jingming were here too, he's a walking encyclopedia of plants, Jingming..."

Somewhere, Chang Sui sneezed forcefully several times, completely unaware that his master was scolding him. Instead, he grabbed the back of Little Lightning's neck and said, "Look, I'm sneezing. I must have sucked in some of your hair again. So you must help me find the Qingyu Flower today."

Little Lightning was too lazy to struggle, and kept praying in his little head that his owner would come back soon.

It wants to sue!

In the secret room, Yan Huailiu struggled for a long time, and simply picked all the fairy vines with the richest spiritual energy, crushed them into juice, and poured it all into Gu Xingyun's mouth.

"The more the better. Eat it first. Even if it doesn't cure the poison, it can still replenish your body. Why do you still have so many wounds?"

Yan Huailiu took a look, sighed, and helped him put on his clothes. He reached out and patted Gu Xingyun's face, saying softly, "Wait a little longer. Wait until my retreat is over and I have controlled this mess of spiritual power. Then I will help you force out that bit of poison."

Just like coaxing a child, he did not forget to leave a layer of barrier to protect Gu Xingyun before leaving, and then he stepped into the center of the training platform with confidence.

Perhaps the uneasiness in his heart had completely disappeared, and this time he entered the state very quickly. Yan Huailiu relaxed completely and allowed himself to completely immerse himself in that mysterious feeling.

The breathing of the two people rose and fell at the beginning, and gradually became consistent in the end.

Yan Huailiu couldn't see with his eyes closed, but every time the spiritual energy around him circulated, a strand would flow towards Gu Xingyun's position.

Gu Xingyun's expression gradually calmed down, and his heartbeat wasn't as weak anymore.

This peaceful state was broken the moment the moonlight came in. Gu Xingyun, who had been sleeping on the bed, moved his fingers and quickly opened his eyes.

The originally clear pupils were now red.

"What? This..."

Gu Xingyun's voice was hoarse. After making a few sounds, he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes in disbelief, then turned his head to look around.

Unable to let go, his hands tightly gripped the blanket beneath him. After a moment, they gradually relaxed, rubbed back and forth a few times, and began to think about his current situation.

His eyes must have been injured by the miasma and he was temporarily blinded.

Gu Xingyun reached out and pressed his hot eyelids, adding in his heart: It’s best if it’s temporary.

But now...was he rescued by one of the junior brothers?

He held his breath and listened carefully to the movements around him, the sound of water, the occasional chirping of insects, and... the faint breathing of a stranger.

Where exactly is it?

He groped his way down to the ground, feeling as if his body had passed through a barrier made of water. The next second, his sense of smell returned to normal, and the familiar smell enveloped him completely.

Gu Xingyun was stunned, a little bit unbelieving: "Master?"

Suddenly, a white figure appeared within his sight. Gu Xingyun squinted his eyes and looked at it. He repeatedly looked away. When he was sure that he could only see the white light, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "It was a dream."

It’s just a dream, but I didn’t expect this dream to be so outrageous.

He coughed twice, which affected the spiritual power in his body.

The remaining medicinal liquid was mixed with toxins, and under the stimulation of spiritual power, it caused the body to develop in a more mysterious way.

Feeling the strange yet familiar heat, Gu Xingyun remained silent for a long time, stumbling towards the only light he could see.

"Master, this is just a dream, so it's not an offense..."