Chapter 80 Chapter 80 "How long have you not slept...

"How long have you not slept?"

When Li Yian woke up in a daze, she saw the high priest standing by the bed, putting a wet towel on her forehead.

Li Yian wanted to get up, but he felt dizzy and fell back on the bed.

"Don't move, you still have a fever. Severe lack of rest, overwork, and catching a cold have led to a severe cold. If you want to get better quickly, you must rest well." An Si said in a deep voice.

"I just went to bed last night." Li Yian argued in a low voice, although he only slept for an hour.

"I heard from Yuanhan that the candles in the library are lit every night until dawn. You must be reading there." An Si put the silver needle back into the cloth bag and turned to look at Li Yian.

Li Yian blushed and said awkwardly, "Wasting the Theological Society's candles..."

"Yian." An Si interrupted her, "Why do you work so hard? You've been like this since you were a child, never taking your body seriously."

Li Yian was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes. Why was he fighting so hard? He just didn't want to see himself looking weak and powerless.

An Si sighed silently, and her white hands gently tucked the quilt for her. She said softly, "Have a good rest." Then she turned and left.

As he passed the door carrying the medicine box, Mu Yin outside the door glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Mu Yin, come here, I have something to tell you."

An Si could feel that Mu Yin was vaguely hostile to him at this moment, and he was completely different from the well-behaved and taciturn Mu Yin of the past.

"If you have anything to say, just say it here. Is this something shameful?"

An Si paused and glanced back at him. The young man in black opposite him had a mocking and contemptuous expression on his face, his pale lips slightly curled.

An Si turned around and faced him, "Are you angry with me because of Cheng Qiu?" His eyes were sharp, as if he could see through other people's souls.

Mu Yin snorted contemptuously, "No comment." in a sarcastic tone.

An Si rubbed his temples with a headache, "You have always been good friends with Cheng Qiu, you should know that this is his wish."

Mu Yin's face turned slightly cold. He had never been angry about Cheng Qiu's wish. What made him angry was why they were so selfish and heartless. After Cheng Qiu's sacrifice, their attitude was as indifferent as if an ant had died.

Li Yian in the room vaguely heard the conversation between Mu Yin and An Si at the door. When he heard Cheng Qiu's name, he couldn't help but prop himself up and wanted to get out of bed.

"Cheng Qiu?" Li Yian held the edge of the bed and walked forward weakly.

When Mu Yin heard the noise in the inner room, he just glanced at An Si coldly and turned to walk inside.

Li Yian saw Mu Yin and couldn't help but ask, "Is Cheng Qiu outside?"

"No." Mu Yin helped Li Yian back to the bed, his beautiful face remained cold.

Seeing that Mu Yin was unwilling to say anything more, Li Yian remembered that everyone in the Theological Society was very secretive about Cheng Qiu's affairs. She pursed her lips tightly and recalled the night when Cheng Qiu turned into spots of light in front of her.

She let Mu Yin carry her back to bed and cover her with a blanket.

Until Mu Yin left, her hands hanging by her sides tightly grasped the quilt.

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Li Yian, holding onto the wall, walked breathlessly to the temple. The temple door was tightly closed, and she pushed hard, but it wouldn't budge.

She turned and ran to the back door. When she got there, she saw it was locked with an iron lock. Furious, she pounded on the lock with her hands until her fists were bruised and bleeding. Then the lock snapped and broke.

She pushed the door open and walked quickly to the platform in the hall.

Originally, the Qiankun bag was enshrined there, but it disappeared.

She stood in front of the platform in a daze, silent for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, she seemed to regain her composure, slowly lowered her head, and walked out of the temple. Her tightly clenched fists were already oozing with blood.

When she returned to the guest room, she saw a few more people in the room. They were strangers, but judging by their attire, they were from the Academy of Literature. They greeted Li Yian with smiles on their faces.

Li Yian walked outside in a daze.

"Li Yian, you didn't walk into the wrong room! We want to ask who the man who just sent you back is?" asked one of the young girls.

Li Yian slowly raised his head and replied in a hoarse voice, "Mu Yin."

"Mu Yin? Is his surname Mu too? Is he Mu Yang's brother? He looks older than Mu Yang. But he has a completely different style of handsomeness from Mu Yang!" The pretty girls blushed.

The room was filled with the sound of lively conversation and the girls were chirping and laughing.

In contrast to the lively room, Li Yian was silent and walked outside with his head down.

After only a few steps, he collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted. The girls exclaimed and rushed forward to help Li Yian.

Li Yian half-opened her eyes, staring out the window. The blinding light streamed in. After days of gloom, the sun finally appeared. Was it because she hadn't seen the sun in so long? The light was so piercing that it hurt, making her eyes feel uncomfortable.

As she closed her eyes, a tear rolled down her face.

[Li Yian, I hope you can rely on me a little. I will pray for you, and you will be fine.]

[Don't look at me as weak, I'm actually very strong.]······

"Li Yian!" The girl screamed and hugged the unconscious Li Yian, looking up at her companions and calling anxiously, "Go find the priest!"

How could she forget that Cheng Qiu has always been a person who loves to show off his strength...

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In the study of the Theological Society, An Si frowned deeply and looked at the cold-faced man in purple before him, "You want to go back to the palace?"

Li Xuan replied, "There's no need to stay any longer. Mu Yang isn't someone I want to follow."

"What is the reason?" An Si knew: Li Xuan seemed indifferent on the surface, but he was the one among so many students who wanted to destroy evil and purify the world the most, and his will was the most determined.

An Si didn't know what Mu Yang had done to make Li Xuan so disappointed.

"You can ask Mu Yang about this question." Li Xuan said coldly.

Li Xuan would leave Mu Yang with the last bit of dignity. He would do anything he promised Mu Yang, whether it was to help him conceal the matter of the Chen Ming Lock or to help him conceal the matter of the forbidden technique.

We will never see each other again after this farewell.

Li Xuan nodded to An Si, turned and left.

When he reached the corridor, he glanced at the huge stone pillar at the corner. His steps paused slightly, but he still withdrew his gaze indifferently and walked away.

Seeing Li Xuan walking away, Mu Yang, who was hiding behind the stone pillar, slowly walked out.

"I'm sorry..." Mu Yang murmured as he watched his receding back.

He felt guilty and melancholy. Li Xuan had risked his life for him so many times, yet he had let him down.

Mu Yang looked away, only to see a girl running towards him hurriedly, "Master Priest! Li Yian fainted again!"

Mu Yang suddenly raised his eyes and stared at the girl closely.

As soon as she saw Mu Yang, she hurriedly asked, "Is the High Priest in the study? Li Yian's hands and feet are cold, and his breathing is weak!"

After hearing this, Mu Yang's heart sank to the bottom. Before he could react, he ran quickly to the backyard.

In the guest room, the girls half-hugged the unconscious Li Yian, continuously infusing her with spiritual energy and performing healing spells. Mu Yin, who had not systematically studied the Theological Society's techniques, could only stand by, bewildered.

When Mu Yang ran in, Mu Yin's eyes turned cold and a strong wind flew out from his palm, trying to drive Mu Yang out.

Mu Yang dodged Mu Yin's attack and wanted to approach Li Yian again, but a long whip appeared in Mu Yin's palm, glowing faintly.

"Try taking another step closer!"

"A Yin!" Mu Yang's face was filled with anxiety. "Why are you blocking me?"

Mu Yin sneered, "Why? Because you are not capable of protecting her, and you are not qualified to get close to her." His tone was full of malice.

Mu Yang looked at the unconscious Li Yian, then glanced at Mu Yin who was standing in front of him. He was so angry that his heart suddenly contracted. His pupils turned faintly red. He suddenly waved his sleeves, and a flash of lightning struck Mu Yin.

Mu Yin's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly swung his whip to block the light. With a "bang!", the door hit by the light shattered into ashes.

This scene frightened the girls so much that they screamed and quickly put Li Yian down, shouting, "Stop, don't fight."

"So you would actually attack your own brother. You've finally taken off the mask of hypocrisy." Mu Yin smiled.

His slender fingers gently stroked the long whip covered with barbs. "Do you think you can beat me?"

When Mu Yang wanted to walk towards Li Yian again, there was a "snap" sound, and the long whip hit Mu Yang's feet, causing deep cracks in the ground.

Mu Yang suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Mu Yin, his eyes bloodshot.