"Can't it?" Yan Li chuckled, looking at Wen Yu. "No gambler can keep losing. Even if my judgment is bad, can't Master's judgment be bad either?"
Wen Yu fell silent, clearly not expecting that Yan Li still harbored the idea of having her find a good husband.
Doesn't he look like a decent man?
“But if you truly believed it, you wouldn’t have killed Jiang Fan,” Wen Yu paused, “and you certainly wouldn’t have killed those fellow disciples who expressed their feelings to you, or even buried them in the same pit.”
His tone was completely flat, as if she hadn't killed a person, but rather buried a radish, something insignificant.
After Wen Yu revealed Yan Li's secret without reservation, she looked at the person in front of her quietly and smiled, without the slightest hint of nervousness.
"So Master just watched me push those people into the pit every time, but never offered any help?"
How come I never noticed how interesting this person was before?
How could someone who is supposed to be the sect leader be so blatantly disregarding his disciples?
Seeing that Yan Li was about to explode, Wen Yu reached out and hugged her tightly, as if to suppress all the unease in her heart, and stroked the top of her head with her palm:
"Um."
"They deserve to die."
Because it was damned, he chose to remain silent.
It's not that they chose to ignore it because they didn't care.
Yan Li, who was pressed into Wen Yu's arms, was extremely unwilling. After trying to break free several times without success, she bit him directly.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even tear his clothes.
"Master kept telling me not to take it to heart, so why is he trying to stop me now that I don't care?"
Her tone sounded dejected, yet she had an idea: "Since Master doesn't trust them, why not find a tool for his disciple?"
"At worst, I'll just not accept their sincerity."
"With Master's incredible abilities, finding a mere tool shouldn't be difficult, right?"
As Yan Li spoke, a hint of anticipation gradually crept into her voice.
Wen Yu paused, looking down at Yan Li, who was obedient yet capable of provoking him, in his arms. After a long while, he finally spoke with a sigh:
"Let's choose another one, Ali."
“I can agree to anything else, but this is the one thing I can’t do.”
Do you want him to cheat on you?
There's no room for negotiation.
Upon hearing this, Yan Li deflated again, and retorted, "If even Master can break his promise over this, what else is impossible?"
She was absolutely fed up with his behavior.
Wen Yu was not provoked. "That doesn't count. If Ali really wants to cultivate together, I can agree to it. I will cultivate with you spiritually every now and then."
Yan Li: "..."
Absurd! How could he say such a thing? What does "it doesn't count" even mean?
It was clearly driven by selfish desires.
"It seems Master is no different from those people," she said, slowly forming a hand seal. As she lifted her head from Wen Yu's embrace, only indifference remained in her eyes.
"They're not even as open and honest as those people."
"Master, please don't make things difficult for yourself."
Wen Yu presumptuously believed that he was respecting Yan Li's wishes.
In Yan Li's view, however, it was a gesture of charity and sympathy from those in power.
Even though she knew perfectly well that the sect belonged to Wen Yu alone, Yan Li still made a hand seal and 'escaped'.
They fled back to the miscellaneous servants' peak and returned to their little hut, as if they would be safe there.
Standing atop the hill, Wen Yu watched as Yan Li ran back, but instead of chasing after him, she couldn't help coughing up blood.
Is he not open and honest enough?
Wen Yu was surprisingly speechless.
Does she think kissing is just child's play?
Or was she trying to drive him to his death?
But Wen Yu couldn't chase after him to question him.
In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.
"Yan Li, calm down! If the sect leader finds out, he'll kill you all!"
Ye Ning never expected that Yan Li had gone to great lengths to ask her out, only to find her a Daoist partner.
There may be more than one.
She seriously suspected that something had eaten Yan Li's brain, since she usually disliked being disturbed and hated martial arts competitions.
However, this time the news was spread openly.
But she can't even leave the miscellaneous servants' peak. If a real fight breaks out, she won't be able to escape even if she wants to.
Ye Ning wanted to try to persuade Yan Li again.
I think it's not too late to stop now.
However, she underestimated the group of lunatics obsessed with Yan Li, who were like dogs seeing a meat bun.
Before long, the first group of people who received the message arrived at the Miscellaneous Service Peak, but they were blocked by Wen Yu's barrier just as they were about to go up.
As time went by, the number of cultivators at the foot of the mountain gradually increased.
They gathered together, plotting how to break the barrier.
However, there were also two or three people taking advantage of the situation.
"Did I hear that right? She's really willing to fight us. Heaven rewards those who persevere."
"Only God knows how long I've been waiting for this day."
"I'll use the new sword techniques I've learned then to show her my skills."
"Yes, she can definitely fight, and she's even planning a martial arts contest to choose a partner from among us, or maybe more."
"So we need to make our moves as elegant as possible, otherwise if she doesn't like it, we won't have a chance."
"A Daoist partner?"
"Is the winner chosen from the victors or the losers?"
"If we beat her, will she hold a grudge? But what if we lose and she looks down on us?"
"How about a draw?"
"But if it's a draw, it won't be very special, and she definitely won't remember us. Should we find some other ways that don't require fighting?"
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