Chapter 77 World 4 (4)

Bao Shan took a quick look inside the house, then left the courtyard. Amidst the swirling clouds and mist, he could vaguely see several well-built caves. One of them, even amidst the white snow, was dotted with brightly colored embellishments. Although Bao Shan couldn't match the power of martial artists, it could still see a thousand miles away, making it seem as if it were right next to him.

But from the corner that was faintly revealed in the cave, it could be seen that the owner of the cave was a woman with elegant tastes.

Bao Shan's gaze wandered, and she wondered if that cave was the home of Xie Wenying's junior sister. But she didn't ask. After all, she was just an outsider, and if she pried too closely into the affairs of Yunning Peak, it would inevitably annoy people and make them think she didn't know how to distinguish between close and distant relatives.

So, Baoshan just lowered his head gently and followed Xie Wenying obediently, memorizing the disciples' martial arts training grounds, morning lessons, and restaurants.

Xie Wenying was about to lead Baoshan towards the cliffs behind Yunning Peak. But he stopped when he heard a faint but obvious rapid breathing behind him. Baoshan's face was as pale as paper, with layers of sweat on his white forehead, and his delicate hands were gently stroking his chest.

Seeing this situation, Xie Wenying felt panic-stricken for the first time. He found a square stool in the house, held it in his hand, and was about to hand it to Baoshan and let her sit down, but he felt that the stool was extremely cold.

Xie Wenying simply discarded the stool and half-pushed, half-supported Baoshan to sit on the soft couch—where a thick quilt served as a cushion. Seeing that Baoshan's complexion hadn't improved at all, Xie Wenying waved his hand and quickly draped the neatly folded quilt behind him over Baoshan.

Xie Wenying turned around to pour tea, but a soft hand grabbed the hem of her clothes.

Bao Shan's eyebrows were indifferent, and his voice was weak: "...Brother...the medicine...is in the bag..."

Xie Wenying understood, reached out to flip through the treasure fan and Yun Ningfeng's bag, and sure enough, found a small celadon bottle in the innermost layer of the bag.

He removed the cork, and a faint herbal scent leaked out.

Bao Shan did not reach out to take the celadon bottle. She put her hands together and placed them flat in front of Xie Wenying, as if asking for pills.

The small celadon bottle tilted, and pearl-sized dark brown pills rolled out of it and slid into Baoshan's soft palm.

One, two...

Xie Wenying moved cautiously and asked, "Is this enough?"

Seeing Baoshan nod slightly, Xie Wenying stood up the celadon bottle, plugged the bottle mouth, and put it back into the innermost layer of the bundle.

Baoshan put the three pills in his palm into his mouth, and then drank the tea handed to him by Xie Wenying in small sips. After a while, his cheeks returned to normal.

She raised her wet eyes, her long, straight eyelashes trembling slightly. Her voice was a little weaker than usual, and her whole body showed uneasiness: "I'm fine, I'm used to it."

Baoshan lowered her eyebrows, and her white, bony knuckles were faintly red due to excessive nervousness. She was afraid in her heart: Would Xie Wenying dislike her sickly body?

The Sect Master and his wife took good care of her because they were related by blood, but Xie Wenying...

If he feels troubled, it is normal and we cannot blame him.

Xie Wenying had always been free and easygoing, acting naturally and spontaneously. He had never seen such a fragile girl before. But he didn't think it was really troublesome.

He continued the previous topic: "I wanted to take you to see the sea of clouds in the back mountain, but it seems that I can't do it today.

But it's still early, there's still plenty of time, you should get well before going."

Bao Shan clenched the teacup in her hand and secretly glanced at Xie Wenying. Seeing that he looked normal, without any pretense or reluctance, she thought to herself: Are we going to see the sea of clouds?

The young disciple who had seen the treasured fan hurriedly ran to the other disciples and declared that they were all mistaken. The person that the eldest brother had taken to Yun Ning Peak was not some ugly, plain-looking freak at all, but...

The young disciple was so anxious that his cheeks turned red, and he waved his hands around, but his words seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't describe the appearance of the treasure fan no matter how hard he tried.

Seeing Bai Jiqing, who was always eloquent and knowledgeable, walking towards this direction, the young disciple seemed to have seen a savior. He shouted loudly, "Senior Brother Bai, save me," and then rushed towards Bai Jiqing.

Bai Jiqing turned around, barely avoiding the young disciple's sneak attack, and asked slowly, "How can I save you?"

The young disciple said anxiously, "The woman at the foot of the mountain is incredibly beautiful. I'm clumsy with words and can't describe her in any detail. Senior Brother Bai, you've read a lot, so you must know what a fairy looks like!"

Bai Jiqing glanced at him sideways, his expression still nonchalant. He asked, "So what if she's beautiful? Could it be that because she's so charming and gentle, you've forgotten about your junior sister and held her dearest to your heart?"

His changing of the concept caused many disciples to condemn the young disciple.

"How can you judge a person by his appearance?"

"In our eyes, all things in this world are the same, and there is not much difference between them."

The young disciple was so confused by the constant barrage of criticism that he could only admit his mistakes repeatedly to avoid further questioning.

But after this ordeal, the disciples' newly-awakened interest in the treasure fan was instantly extinguished.

Xie Wenying delivered the treasured fan to the restaurant and then turned to go to the top of Yunning Peak.

He was obsessed with martial arts and never wasted time on trivial matters such as eating or going to restaurants, even in the constant wind and snow.

Although Baoshan wanted to be close to Xie Wenying, after all, love would only develop over time, but she was not someone who did not know what was important.

Asking Xie Wenying to give up her martial arts training to accompany her was really outrageous.

Therefore, Baoshan remained silent, with only her lowered head showing her frustration.

Baoshan fell into a snowdrift, and the fur coat that was soaked by the snow had been dried by Xie Wenying over a charcoal fire. It was warm all over and was then draped over Baoshan's thin body.

At this time, Baoshan lowered her eyebrows, and the soft hair that was originally caught by her ears escaped from her fur coat.

The porcelain-white face, surrounded by white fox fur, looks even smaller and more pitiful.

Xie Wenying could clearly see from the slightly drooping fox hair that the precious fan was a little depressed.

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking that he was thinking too much.

But looking at the fluffy fox fur next to Baoshan's cheek and the fine, soft hair on her snow-like cheek, his palm suddenly felt a little itchy.

Xie Wenying rubbed the fan gently with her fingers, said goodbye to the treasure fan, and left without looking back.

Bao Shan stayed where he was, watching Xie Wenying's retreating figure—resolute, without the slightest hesitation. Only after the figure gradually disappeared from his sight did Bao Shan turn around and push open the restaurant door.

Behind him was heavy snow falling to the ground. The door opened and a beautiful lady in red clothes and fox fur entered the restaurant, causing all the disciples who were talking to fall silent.

Where did this monster come from? Could it be that it is here to take the lives of their disciples from Yunning Peak?

Bao Shan seemed not to notice those people's gazes. She walked up to the disciple who was distributing the food and asked softly for a portion.

The soup spoon hit the edge of the pot, making a crackling sound.

"Baiwei, it's ok that you can't hold a sword with your hands, but now you can't even hold a soup spoon!"

A burst of laughter.

Bao Shan heard the disciples calling the man holding the soup spoon "Baiwei" and followed suit: "Can I have a meal? Baiwei..."

Her soft voice was like snowflakes floating in the sky, clear, soft, crystal clear and without any impurities.

For the first time, Baiwei felt that such a vulgar name of his could be called out in this way, so tender and lingering that it made his heart palpitate.

Baiwei's face flushed red. He didn't dare to look directly at Baoshan's face, nor did he dare to talk to her too much. He just nodded woodenly.

He scooped up the food and filled up the entire plate and food box.

After Baiwei had served all the food, he realized that he had made too much. Looking at Baoshan's frail body, he couldn't help feeling regretful. He simply walked out from behind the neatly arranged food, holding a full food box, and found a quiet place for Baoshan.

Baoshan was surprised by his thoughtfulness. Seeing him hurried to leave, she said softly, "Thank you, Baiwei."

Baiwei shuddered, his face turning even redder. He lowered his head and hummed softly, "It's just a small favor."

Baoshan looked at the food in the lunch box. There were both meat and vegetables, and the colors were bright. The soup in the bowl was still hot.

She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite. The sweet and sour pork with pineapple was delicious, the stir-fried choy sum was fresh and fragrant, and even the steamed buns were cooked to perfection and exceptionally soft. Baoshan savored the food carefully, thinking to herself: I've heard that Yunning Peak doesn't allow outsiders in, and they don't even hire cooks. All the disciples are self-sufficient. I thought the food would be unpalatable, but I didn't expect it to taste so wonderful.

Bao Shan only touched a few of the food in the food box with her chopsticks, but her stomach was already full. As for the mushroom and pheasant soup that had been simmering for who knows how long, Bao Shan drank it all because the portion was small.

She put the dishes in order and handed them back to Baiwei. Baiwei took them with a red face, looked at the food box, then looked up at Baoshan, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Bao Shan did not hesitate to praise: "It's delicious."

"Baiwei, your cooking skills are really good."

In an instant, Baiwei's neck turned red. He hesitated for a long time before uttering a word: "Hmm."

The disciples were paying attention to the treasure fan, but the treasure fan was not unaware of it.

But she did not take the initiative to speak, greet them, or show her kindness.

If someone was curious about her and asked, she could naturally tell them the truth about her background.

But although the disciples were curious, they never stepped forward to ask about the treasure fan. It can be seen that they were still distant and only regarded the treasure fan as an exquisite vase, a beautiful object.

Bao Shan wrapped herself tightly in her fox fur coat and felt much warmer after her meal. However, she still felt no heat and instead became even more afraid of the cold.

The precious fan tied the laces at her collar, and she looked even smaller and more pitiful as she huddled in the fox fur coat.

Baoshan pushed open the door and was about to walk out into the snowy wind when he saw a large group of people emerging from outside. Perhaps they were the disciples coming to eat together.

Bao Shan was surrounded by them, staggering and almost falling.

A strong arm touched Baoshan's waist. The palm was burning with heat, holding Baoshan tightly, making her unable to move. The warm breath fell on Baoshan's head.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly, it was enough for Bao Shan to guess that this was an extremely tall man.