"Can you please not report this to Ice Feather Palace?"

“My body of ten thousand poisons is a hidden danger that could erupt at any time. It’s too dangerous. If Ice Feather Palace knew, they definitely wouldn’t let me stay,” Luo Wanyin continued.

"And I cannot leave Ice Feather Palace, at least not now." Luo Wanyin's firm tone carried a hint of pleading, and her eyes held a desire to live.

This puzzled Ruan Xiyan, who casually asked, "Why?"

Seeing the troubled look on Luo Wanyin's face, she waved her hand and said, "I was just asking casually. If you have any difficulties, you don't have to say anything. As for reporting to Bingyu Palace, I don't have the time to do that."

The two walked forward while talking, and before they knew it, they had returned to their dormitory.

Ruan Xiyan sat on the bed and looked at Luo Wanyin, who was standing in front of her looking a little awkward. "Don't stand here. It's getting late. Go to sleep. There are elders giving lectures tomorrow."

The next morning, Ruan Xiyan stretched and got up, only to find that Luo Wanyin was no longer in the dormitory.

She didn't pay much attention, tidied herself up, and planned to go to the teaching hall to listen to the elders talk about things that new disciples should pay attention to when they enter the sect.

This is a long-standing tradition of the Ice Feather Palace: every time a new disciple enters the palace, an elder will give them a lesson.

On one hand, it is to inform the new disciples of the rules and survival principles of the Ice Feather Palace; on the other hand, it is to guide the disciples in their cultivation based on the cultivation methods they practice.

There was a noise at the door, and Luo Wanyin pushed the door open and came in carrying bags of things.

"Hey, I brought you some breakfast. There's crab roe congee and steamed buns from this place. They're really delicious. They always sell out in no time. You have to go early and queue up to buy them. Try them."

Seeing the food Luo Wanyin handed over, Ruan Xiyan was surprised that she had brought it for her. She accepted it and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Eat quickly, and then we'll go to the teaching hall together."

"good."

After they finished eating, the two went to the teaching hall.

Since it was still early, the newly initiated disciples came in one after another.

Luo Wanyin took Ruan Xiyan's hand and said, "Xiyan, let's go sit over there."

Ruan Xiyan sat down next to her, glancing at her with a puzzled look. Why was this person suddenly being so enthusiastic towards her?

Luo Wanyin was unaware of Ruan Xiyan's thoughts.

She brought breakfast for Ruan Xiyan not just to repay her for her help yesterday.

Also, because the two of them shared a secret within the entire Ice Feather Palace, they felt an instinctive sense of closeness to her.

She no longer has to bear the burden of the myriad poisons alone; at least when she is in bed, she can relax temporarily and doesn't have to keep her body tense all the time.

"Ayan, we meet again."

A familiar voice came from behind her. Ruan Xiyan turned her head and saw Jun Yu sitting behind her.

"Why are you here?" Ruan Xiyan asked.

This lesson taught by the elder was specially prepared for the newly initiated disciples.

Jun Yu's voice was tinged with laughter, "Ayan knows that I got in through connections and hasn't experienced the training courses for new disciples of Bingyu Palace, so naturally she wanted to come and see."

Luo Wanyin listened to their conversation in surprise; it was the first time she had ever heard someone talk about using connections so confidently.

She glanced back curiously and found that his gaze had been fixed on Ruan Xiyan the whole time.

She blinked, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two of them.

She sensed something unusual about the two of them.

A man in his forties, dressed in an elder's robe, walked into the teaching hall, and the chattering instantly subsided until it disappeared.

Elder Qinguang glanced around at the disciples sitting below, cleared his throat, and used his spiritual power to spread his voice to every corner of the hall.

"I am Qin Guang, you may call me Elder Qin. After these few days in the Ice Feather Palace, I believe you should have adapted by now."

"Now that you have become disciples of the Ice Feather Palace, you will be members of the Ice Feather Palace from now on. The Ice Feather Palace will provide you with a place to cultivate and abundant resources, but these will not be handed to you. You will need to earn them through your own abilities."

"Ice Feather Palace does not oppose fighting. As long as it is not murder by cruel means, it strongly supports appropriate competition, because only in this way can we stimulate our fighting spirit, instead of becoming useless people who have strength but do not know how to fight."

Elder Qinguang was talking on and on.

Ruan Xiyan felt an undeniable gaze upon her from behind.

She sighed helplessly.

This person is like a stubborn plaster, impossible to shake off.

Jun Yu rested his chin on his hand, tilted his head, and looked at Ruan Xiyan in front of him without any attempt to hide his gaze.

As Elder Qinguang spoke on the stage, his eyes involuntarily drifted toward Junyu, who was sitting there.

He found it strange that one of his inner disciples suddenly came to listen to his lectures.

Looking back now, it turns out that his real intention was not what it seemed.

However, his gaze was a bit too direct. But the Palace Master had repeatedly warned him not to offend him easily, and to let him handle trivial matters.

Although he didn't know the reason, since it was the palace master's order, he naturally did as he was told.

Therefore, they turned a blind eye to Junyu's behavior.

"You are able to enter the Ice Feather Palace because you have exceptional talent in cultivation or are the pride of heaven. However, now that you are in the Ice Feather Palace, you must abide by the rules of the Ice Feather Palace."

Elder Qinguang gave a passionate speech, followed by an explanation of the cultivation methods for various techniques.

By the time it ended, it was already noon.

Luo Wanyin rubbed her aching back, wrapped her arms around Ruan Xiyan's, and was about to ask her if she wanted to go out for dinner together.

Then I heard the sound of fingertips tapping on the table behind me, accompanied by a lazy, magnetic voice.

"Ayan, you must be hungry after sitting all morning. Let me take you to eat."

Ruan Xiyan looked at Luo Wanyin, "What were you trying to say just now?"

Luo Wanyin quickly waved her hand, "It's nothing, Xiyan, I'll go first, you guys have a good meal."

She glanced at Ruan Xiyan, then at Jun Yu, a meaningful smile appearing on her face, before hurriedly running away.

Ruan Xiyan looked completely bewildered, but the next moment, Jun Yu grabbed her hand. "Let's go, Ayan."

The moment Junyu grasped her hand, a long-lost heartbeat returned from within him.

For most people, a heartbeat is just an ordinary thing; without a heartbeat, it means death.

But for her, the feeling of her heart beating vividly and that she was truly alive was a luxury.

Therefore, no one understands her feelings.

This feeling is as addictive as poppy, like a raging fire that burns ever brighter, irresistible like a moth drawn to a flame.

While Ruan Xiyan was lost in thought, she forgot to shake him off and was pulled away from the teaching hall by Jun Yu.