"Junior sister, how long are you going to keep me locked up?" An Yanxiang said softly, "It's so cold here, can you please let me out?"
Shen Qingmang had a complicated expression and looked at An Yanxiang in silence.
What exactly does Li Shutong want to do?
If she wanted to restore the original plot, wouldn't the focus be on the hero and heroine? "Second Sister Captured by Junior Brother" is a simple romance novel. The Taichu Sect's catastrophe and the sacrifice of Master Qiongju serve the development of the hero and heroine. Under her influence, Si Rong and Hao Xin have grown into upright young men without the need for disaster, making this plot point unnecessary. Why is she so persistent?
Moreover... Li Shutong seemed to have never really cared about the male and female protagonists of the original novel. When she was in her own spiritual palace, she rarely mentioned Si Rong and Hao Xin. Instead, she mentioned the marginal figure Gu Sui Han more often, and her tone was filled with fear and ridicule.
In her eyes as an author, who is the protagonist and who is the supporting character? Which chess piece is her hand reaching for? What is the development of the main plot line that she wants to ensure?
Shen Qingmang felt a little regretful. She should have feigned complicity with Li Shutong, or at least found out her intentions before turning against her. Now the enemy was in the dark while she was in the light, so she had no idea where to start.
Where is she now? Did she really go to find Yang Zhidu? Or... is she still hiding in the Taichu Sect?
"Qingmang..." An Yanxiang called her name aggrievedly. Gu Suihan stepped forward and held her hand tightly. "Master, let's go. Leave him alone. He deserves it."
"He..." Shen Qingmang sighed. "He hasn't completely lost his conscience this time."
At present, Anyan Township has only distributed the spirit-attracting talismans to various sects. As long as the losses are stopped in time, the consequences will not be serious.
"That's because we saw through his plan. Otherwise, it wouldn't have caused any harm. Master, do you intend to raise a tiger to harm you?"
Gu Suihan's grip on her wrist caused some pain. Shen Qingmang frowned slightly, stared at An Yanxiang seriously, and asked softly, "Is there any way to confirm whether he is pretending to be crazy or is really crazy?"
Gu Sui Han didn't say anything.
She murmured to herself, "It seems the only way is to enter his spiritual palace and explore."
“Master!”
Shen Qingmang patted the back of his hand. "Let go, you're going to pinch me purple."
"Sorry." Gu Sui Han quickly let go of his hand.
Shen Qingmang stepped forward and said to An Yanxiang, "Brother, let me see if you are sick, okay?"
"I'm not sick. But you can do anything to me, Junior Sister." An Yanxiang obediently moved closer to her.
Shen Qingmang stretched out his hand, touched his forehead lightly, and closed his eyes to feel the other's soul.
There were biting winds, broken land, devastated ruins, and indistinct whispers... In the midst of chaos, there was only one corner of peace and tranquility. Shen Qingmang probed his spiritual sense into it and discovered a white magnolia.
The green new leaves hold up the small white flowers, clustered like clouds and snow. They look so delicate and fragile that it seems that a gentle breeze could blow away their petals.
But it blooms peacefully and steadily. In this harsh environment ravaged by strong winds, only the air around it is gentle.
Shen Qingmang tentatively touched the white flower closest to her.
The scene in front of her eyes suddenly changed. She was at the foot of Wuwei Peak, covered with green grass. The girl was holding a green jade pen and looking up at the boy opposite her.
"Are you An Yanxiang from Wuwei Peak?"
"Whose child is this? He's so disrespectful. Shouldn't he call me senior brother first?"
"I don't like to talk nonsense. I heard that you are the strongest among the younger generation of Wuwei Peak. Let's have a battle."
"You keep talking about fighting and killing. Are you the... freak from the Wangba Sect they're talking about?"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the girl picked up the brush and used spiritual energy as ink to write freely. In an instant, she released several ice blades, heading straight for the young man's face.
The opponent was no pushover either. He quickly leaned back, his slender waist as flexible as a willow. While dodging the ice blade, a ball of fire appeared in his hand and flew towards the girl.
The two exchanged more than a dozen moves in a split second, leaving Shen Qingmang dazzled. In the end, they ended in a draw, and smiled at each other.
"Junior Sister Qingmang, I will remember you."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Yanxiang."
"Do you know the etiquette now?"
"The strong naturally deserve respect."
Shen Qingmang couldn't get angry at all when he saw the girl Qiongju who took it for granted to "flatter the powerful and look down on the weak".
Yes, she is such a proud person and has been like this since she was a child.
The young man opposite her, An Yanxiang, had a genuine smile on his face. "Junior sister, you're so interesting. I need to work harder to always be the strong man in your eyes."
A gentle breeze blew by, and the dandelion seeds flew off into the distance on tiny parachutes. Shen Qingmang's perspective followed the dandelions, and when he came to his senses, the boy and girl had grown into wheat seedlings standing tall in the summer.
"Will you participate in the sect competition?"
"certainly."
"Then you're doomed."
"Junior sister is still so confident. Do you want to make a bet?"
"What's the bet?"
"Let's bet on who will win. If I win, you'll agree to one of my requests. If you win, you can also make a request of me. Anything is fine."
"Then I want you to teach me how to use Lihuo."
"This is my natal spiritual fire. Junior sister, do you want me to give you my life in exchange?" An Yanxiang licked the corner of his lips.
"You are my defeated opponent, so your life is naturally mine." Qiongju raised his chin.
Shen Qingmang watched a thrilling final battle. In the final move, Qiongju's jade pen touched An Yanxiang's Adam's apple. The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he looked at her with bright eyes: "Congratulations, Junior Sister, for becoming the new champion."
When the dark blue fire rose in the girl's palm, she showed a look of surprise for the first time, staring at the flame in her hand without blinking.
The boy stared at her without blinking, and even the curve of their lips was very similar.
When the valley between Wuwei Peak and Wuya Peak was dyed red by maple leaves, two people lay among the fallen leaves, head to head, shoulder to shoulder.
"My cultivation level is one major realm behind yours, Junior Sister, you are truly a terrifying genius."
"No, not yet." Qiong Ju covered her face with a golden fallen leaf. "My inner strength has stagnated."
"You bastards, oh, I'm sorry, that extremely difficult internal skill of your Wuya Sect? Where did you stop?" An Yanxiang turned over and looked at her on his elbow.
Qiongju didn't say anything, her glass-like eyes reflected the distant blue sky and white clouds.
"It doesn't matter if you're stagnant. You don't have to be so fast. Wait for me, brother."
"Why should I wait for you?" She tilted her head to look at him.
An Yanxiang answered the question irrelevantly. "I've already chosen a Taoist name. What do you think it is?"
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