Actually, they were more inclined to support Senior Sister Yan Leran because she was silly... no, kind-hearted, but her temper was like an unyielding ball. No matter how sharp-tongued Yan Hongran was, she still clung to her, seemingly enjoying it.
"Hahaha, I'm so happy! Junior sisters, to celebrate, everyone who sees this will receive one, I'll give each of you a magic weapon."
"Wow, thank you, senior sister!" The disciples rushed over.
Yan Hongran snorted and turned to leave, but was blocked by Yan Leran. She secretly glanced around and whispered, "Sister, you finally acknowledge me."
Yan Hongran raised his hand to hit her big head, but found that he couldn't reach the tall girl in front of him at all. He gave up in anger, but then he got angrier and angrier. He turned around and jumped up to hit her.
Yan Leran was even happier after being tapped. Her older sister had never let her call her "older sister" before, but this time she didn't scold her!
"Hmm, why are you still standing here? Go find your master. You've done such a good job."
Yan Leran felt a lump in her throat and said in a muffled voice, "Well, after my younger brother was born, I heard they removed us from the family genealogy."
Yan Hongran paused, then snorted coldly, "You still care about them now? I don't want to hear any news about them."
Yan Leran quickly replied, "No, I'm just a little sentimental. Forget about those unhappy things, and I'll focus on forging my weapons."
"Yes, the most important thing in life is your career. You are already very lucky to have found a path you love. Just forget about all the other people."
"Sister, it's so good to have you."
"No way, that's too cheesy."
"I heard Chunxiang is back. Let's go pay her a visit."
"Great, she really stole the show this time, even..."
As the sound faded into the distance, the two walked one after the other, finally looking somewhat like sisters. The Qi Refining disciples had strange expressions, unsure whether to feel warm or bewildered.
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Inside the cave of the Peak Master of Poison Peak.
"You've been in the Spirit Void Ancient Realm for so long, and this is all you've gotten?" The Poison Peak Master fiddled with the bottles and jars in front of him, glancing sideways at Gan Xiuming, his presence imposing without anger.
Gan Xiuming was sweating profusely, barely daring to breathe, and stood respectfully not far from the peak master, answering with utmost deference.
"The secret realm is fraught with danger, and opportunities are ever-changing. This disciple... has had bad luck, and I am truly ashamed."
"Hmph, when we recruited you, we thought your Heavenly Spiritual Root was some kind of precious treasure, but it's nothing special!"
"His poison-refining skills are mediocre, and his talent hasn't improved much either. Twenty years have passed, and he's still stuck at the Foundation Establishment Moon Stage. I even think he's regressing!"
Gan Xiuming quietly wiped the spittle that the peak master had sprayed onto his forehead, not daring to utter a sound.
*Slap!* The Poison Peak Master, seeing his huddled-up figure like a quail, found him increasingly displeasing and slapped him across the face.
"He's so timid and hesitant; he doesn't seem like a true mentor at all."
"Master, please forgive me." Gan Xiuming dared not wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and hurriedly knelt down on the ground.
His master had never been a very good-tempered person. At first, because of his talent, his master was still somewhat polite to him. But now that he saw that his cultivation had not improved at all, his master began to break off the facade.
Gan Xiuming didn't know what was wrong, but it seemed that he had been feeling uncomfortable ever since he met Nachin. Sure enough, he and that woman didn't get along.
After Chun-hyang returned from her disappearance, the feeling that he was becoming more and more mediocre grew stronger and stronger, and it had taken over his mind. His ambition seemed to have been worn down, and sometimes he even felt that maybe this was his true nature.
Looking at his master's figure standing by the window with his hands behind his back, filled with disappointment and frustration, Gan Xiuming felt a surge of grievances.
A sudden urge welled up within him to indulge in pleasures, to lean on the pillow of a beautiful woman, and to live a life of decadent indulgence. Cultivating immortality? What's so good about cultivating immortality? Burying oneself in arduous cultivation all day long is utterly meaningless.
Thinking of that figure buried deep in his heart, his chest filled with sweetness. When he saw Chunxiang return to the clan in such a glorious manner, he rarely felt jealous; he only thought he had excellent taste.
Perhaps because he has been hit too many times, he has lost his confidence.
The Poison Peak Master sneered, remaining silent. Gan Xiuming's legs were already numb from kneeling, but he couldn't get up under the Peak Master's deliberate pressure. A hint of resentment suddenly appeared in his timid eyes as he looked at the Peak Master.
Sure enough, the person who treated him best in the world was Xiangxiang, who forgave him when he was weak and protected him when he was strong.
Junior sister, master—they're all just snobs.
"I heard that your delicate Daoist partner has become famous throughout the cultivation world this time, and even Xufeng has benefited from it."
"Yes, Master, I never imagined that Chunxiang had become so powerful. She... she even said that it's her turn to protect me now."
Gan Xiuming's eyes lit up, and he talked endlessly about Tu Longjian. Although the powerful Tu Longjian shocked him, he felt that he loved her even more.
"What a disappointment! No matter how powerful a woman is, she's just a vessel in front of a powerful male cultivator. I think you've lost sight of your place and are just trying to be a gigolo."
"Hmph, send him to the Cliff of Repentance for a month of confinement to reflect on what has happened to him."
"By the way, where's the white egg I gave you? Give it to me. Now that you have a new junior brother, you don't need a spineless coward like you anymore."
Gan Xiuming had no choice but to respectfully take the white egg out of his storage bag and present it with both hands. The Poison Peak Master didn't examine it closely, grabbed it, and then locked him up on the Cliff of Repentance.
Inside the pitch-black Cliff of Contemplation, faint fireflies flickered in the air.
Gan Xiuming, feeling utterly bored, gently squeezed the Fire Bell hanging at his waist and muttered, "I haven't even had a chance to tell Chunxiang yet, and that old guy has locked me up here."
He looked thoughtfully at the Fire Bell at his waist, as if he could see Tu Longjian's voice and smile, and felt much more at ease.
"It really does clear the mind; the token of love that Xiangxiang gave me is excellent."
A smile spread across his face as he unconsciously brought his face closer to the Fire Bell, looking completely absorbed. However, several indistinct sounds suddenly echoed from the quiet cave.
It seems to be coming from the fire bell!
Gan Xiuming's expression hardened, and he leaned in to listen carefully.
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