The man seemed not to feel the wetness, his handsome but slightly immature face turned pale from the cold on this rainy night.

He bowed his head respectfully and said, "Master, do you have any instructions?"

"What are you doing here?" Yan Huailiu's voice was hoarse and even trembling.

Why did the villain's disciple appear in front of him in such a miserable state again?

Don't try to make your presence known on a rainy night like this, it's scary, okay?

All Gu Xingyun could see was a pair of jade-white feet and slightly thin clothes.

He replied calmly, "Keep vigil for Master."

The memories of his original body came flooding back, and Yan Huailiu could hardly control the trembling muscles on his face.

How abnormal must he be to let his disciples, whose cultivation level is not even as high as a fingernail of his and who are younger than him, take turns to keep watch over him!

Isn't this pure torture?

Is there something wrong?

Yan Huailiu cleared his throat: "No, it's raining so hard, you should go back..."

"Go back and get some drinks." He suddenly changed the subject while staring closely at Gu Xingyun's reaction.

Gu Xingyun didn't show any sign of dissatisfaction. His expression remained respectful, and his voice was clear and bright, a voice that only a teenager could have. "Yes, Master, you haven't eaten all day. I will prepare it for you right away."

Looking at his back as he quickly left, Yan Huailiu covered his heart.

Isn’t this a pure example of a good disciple who exemplifies the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars?

He is so obedient and does whatever he is told. How could the original owner have the heart to torture him?

He felt so guilty even if he asked him to get him some water.

This child seems to be only... just eighteen?

In reality, Yan Huailiu, who is already 28 years old, inexplicably feels guilty about bullying children.

But it’s still nice not having to go out to find food.

Out of politeness, Yan Huailiu stood at the door waiting for Gu Xingyun to come back. Suddenly, heavy rain swept over, and he casually pulled out a barrier to block it.

Later he realized that he was now the leader of a sect with incredible cultivation skills and was almost invincible in the entire world of cultivation.

Help! Who doesn’t have a dream of becoming an immortal? He’s the sect leader now!

Although the name of the sect is a bit strange, what is it called Yuxu Sect?

It sounds so empty!

So when Gu Xingyun came over with the lunch box, what he saw was Yan Huailiu leaning lazily against the door frame, manipulating his spiritual power and having a lot of fun.

His master had skin as white as cream and a charming appearance, and his dexterous hands glowed in the rain.

Gu Xingyun's heart was inexplicably shaken, and he couldn't figure out what this sudden feeling was.

Before he could think about it, Yan Huailiu had already noticed his presence, put his hands away and stood still, feeling a little embarrassed.

However, she quickly returned to normal, looking him up and down, frowning: "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Xingyun:?

Yan Huailiu sighed, took a few steps back, motioned him to come in, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why don't you hold an umbrella for yourself?"

Gu Xingyun first put the umbrella outside, then carefully placed the food box, which hadn't been wetted by a single drop of rain, on the table. As he opened it, he replied, "Master, don't worry. The food isn't wet."

Yes, of course it won’t get wet. Who would be so stupid as to hold an umbrella specifically for the food box?

"This is rock sugar and snow pear soup. I heard that Master's voice is a little hoarse, you can drink more of this to moisten your throat. This is Master's favorite crystal shrimp, exquisite eight-treasure rice, steamed sea bass, and stir-fried..."

Gu Xingyun introduced all the dishes like reading out the names of dishes. Yan Huailiu looked down at the rain that was gradually flowing from where he was standing to his feet, and silently raised his hand to clean it up.

Wow, it’s convenient to have a high level of cultivation.

This was the second time that Gu Xingyun had his clothes dried, and he was really surprised.

I watched Yan Huailiu sit down, pick up the bowl of rock sugar and snow pear soup and drink it all up, without any of the pretentious and picky attitude he usually had when eating.

He observed Yan Huailiu carefully and unexpectedly met those fox eyes. He was so scared that he immediately lowered his head.

Yan Huailiu: ...

I, a person with social anxiety, haven't even started to get nervous yet, so why should you be nervous?

The uncomfortable feeling in his throat slowly receded, and Yan Huailiu raised his hand towards him: "Sit down."

Gu Xingyun knelt down instantly, without any hesitation, his movements so smooth that it seemed as if he had practiced them thousands of times: "Disciple, I dare not."

Yan Huailiu was instantly filled with anger.

He put two fingers together, and a golden light flowed from the fingertips to Gu Xingyun, vaguely surrounding his body, lifting him up and placing him on the stool.

He took out another pair of chopsticks from the food box and put them in Gu Xingyun's hands, saying simply, "Eat."

Gu Xingyun's heart relaxed a little, his brows lowered, and he obediently tasted all the dishes.

Yan Huailiu was very satisfied. He started to develop feelings by eating at the same table with them. He was so smart!

Before he could feel happy for two seconds, he saw Gu Xingyun put down his chopsticks and replied with his head down: "Master, I have tested it and it is not poisonous. This meal was prepared by me personally and has not been prepared by anyone else. Master, don't worry."

Yan Huailiu's smile froze, and he suddenly felt confused about the road ahead.

How tortured must he be to understand that eating a normal meal is like testing him for poison?

Judging from Gu Xingyun's usual look, it was obvious that this was not the first time.

How could a master with such profound cultivation that he was almost immune to all poisons allow a rookie apprentice who had just learned to fly with a sword to test poison?!

Yan Huailiu felt powerless and tried to explain: "That's not what I meant... Forget it, just have dinner with me."

Gu Xingyun was so surprised that he could hardly control his expression. However, due to years of bullying, he didn't dare to ask, let alone object.

I only dared to eat the dishes on the edge of the dish, for fear that one mistake would force me to kneel in the rain for another night.

The meal ended in a strange situation where both of them had their own thoughts.

Yan Huailiu supported his chin with one hand and stared at Gu Xingyun's hands as he cleaned the table, until those hands stopped moving and hung quietly at his sides.

"Master, all the disciples have cleaned up the residences at Lingxi Peak. Junior Brother Ling has been overseeing the preparations at the dining hall. Junior Brother Chang and the outer disciples are stationed at the sect gate, ready to welcome guests at any time. Master, do you have any other instructions for tomorrow's Immortal Sect Conference?"

The question interrupted Yan Huailiu's thoughts.

He looked up at Gu Xingyun in confusion, and repeated the words "Xianmen Conference" twice in his mind before he remembered this plot.

Every ten years, the major sects in the world of cultivation would take turns to hold a conference to communicate with each other and promote friendship.

Of course, the most important thing is to show off the strength of one's own sect and the excellence of the disciples.

Originally, it was not the turn of the Yuxu Sect this year, but in order to show off his increasingly advanced cultivation and completely secure the number one spot in the world of cultivation, the original master found ways to gain the qualification in advance.

Most of those sects were willing to do this favor out of respect for the previous leader of the Yuxu Sect.

They are also curious about the true strength of the Yuxu Sect now.

This part of the plot is given a lot of attention in the original novel.

Every detail of the humiliation suffered by the villain team, from the changes in their eyes to their hair, was written out, for fear that readers would not realize how miserable they were.