"This, this elder..."
Pei Er didn't expect to meet Yun Haoran, and he broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
Could it be that... the person who overheard his plan just now was not someone else, but Yun Haoran, the person he wanted to plot against?
Thinking of this, Pei Er suddenly became confused and stammered, not knowing what to say.
Yun Haoran said calmly, "Hmm? Elder Pei is so flustered, could it be that he has done something that is detrimental to my Kaitianmen?"
"How is that possible!" Pei Er immediately denied, "This elder is just bored staying at the ancestor's spiritual peak, so I'm just wandering around."
Yun Haoran did not expose Pei Er's lie, but followed his lead and said, "Speaking of this, Elder Pei has stayed in Kaitianmen for a long time in order to serve Master Qizun. I wonder when he will return to the Pei family?"
Pei Er laughed dryly and said, "Wait, wait until the sword-fighting competition is over, and then I will leave."
Yun Haoran nodded, "I hope Elder Pei can do what he says."
"certainly!"
Next, the two of them left at the same time, one to monitor the other and the other to test the other.
Jiang Deng and Xiao Chen, who were hiding behind a huge rock, did not come out until they could no longer sense the two people's presence.
Although they didn't spend much time together, Jiang Deng instinctively disliked Xiao Chen. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, Xiao Chen suddenly reached out to stop her.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, wait a minute."
"what?"
Jiang Deng looked at Xiao Chen impatiently.
If she didn't know that she was most likely no match for Xiao Chen, she would definitely teach him a lesson and let him know why the flowers were so red and why the eyes were so blue.
"Oh……"
Xiao Chen smiled faintly, and a red hairpin appeared in his palm when he turned his hand. It was the heavenly spiritual weapon he had personally refined, the Red Spirit Hairpin.
"This is a gift from me to you, Daoist Jiang. I hope you won't lose it again."
As he spoke, Xiao Chen inserted the hairpin back into Jiang Deng's head, his tone and expression extremely ambiguous.
Upon learning that the hairpin had been recovered, Jiang Deng showed no joy at all. Instead, he frowned and looked at Xiao Chen, saying bluntly, "So you were the one who caused the injury on Bai Sitang's face?"
Seeing that Jiang Deng had discovered this, Xiao Chen did not deny it and nodded in acknowledgment: "Is there a problem?"
Jiang Deng examined Xiao Chen's ordinary face and asked seriously, "Are you jealous that he's prettier than you?"
Xiao Chen: "...I'm not, I don't."
How could Master say that?
In his eyes, Master was always the most beautiful person in the world, but who was Bai Sitang? How could he be worthy of bearing Master's face?
It should be destroyed naturally!
He helped Master so much, so why didn't Master feel grateful to him but instead questioned him?
After listening to Xiao Chen's explanation, the contempt in Jiang Deng's eyes became even stronger. "I didn't expect you to be such a petty man."
Xiao Chen: “…”
Well, I can’t explain it.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his surging anger, and said in a calm tone, "I'm only saying this one last time. Don't lose the hairpin I gave you again, or I'll be sad, and the consequences will be serious."
"hehe."
Jiang Deng couldn't help laughing. "Your sadness is none of my business! I just hate this hairpin. Either you keep it or I'll sell it!"
Xiao Chen stared straight at Jiang Deng, a dark light flickering in his eyes, his voice hoarse from suppression, "If you sell it to someone, I will kill that person!"
Hearing this, Jiang Deng couldn't help but twitch his lips.
He even threatened her?
Is this guy mentally ill, or are all ghost cultivators such crazy guys?
Jiang Deng didn't want to pamper this man at all, so he pulled out the hairpin on his head and threw it at Xiao Chen's feet, "I sold this hairpin to you for free, so just kill yourself."
After saying that, Jiang Deng turned around and left.
Fearing that Xiao Chen would catch up with her and give her the hairpin, Jiang Deng ran so fast that she disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Chen: “…”
Strands of ghostly energy wrapped around the hairpin, returning it to his hand.
Xiao Chen could no longer suppress his emotions, and his double pupils appeared in an instant, staring straight at the direction where Jiang Deng left.
Master actually refused to accept the gift from him?
How could she not accept it!
Could it be that... Master already has another wild man in his heart?
Xiao Chen couldn't help but think of the scene he had seen before, where his master and the mysterious man were talking and laughing, and a cruel arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He wanted to see how his master would be willing to stay away from him even after that man died!
Don't worry, you'll be able to see the good show soon...
——
After getting rid of the troublesome Pei Er, Jiang Deng returned to his residence safely.
Although as the sect leader, she could choose her room, Jiang Deng still chose to live in the same room with Jiang Zhiling. After not seeing each other for many days, the two sisters became quite close.
"Sister, you've reached the Nascent Soul stage so quickly!"
Now that there were no outsiders around, Jiang Zhiling could no longer suppress her admiration for Jiang Deng. She stared at him with a pair of starry eyes and said, "How can you be called a genius? You are simply a genius every day!"
"Oh, that's nothing."
Jiang Deng said modestly: "Come, come, sister will give you some things. With these things, you can practice well in this month and your cultivation will be able to improve further."
As he spoke, Jiang Deng took out a bunch of things and handed them to Jiang Zhiling, including spirit stones and the "Wanjun Body Technique". As long as Jiang Zhiling could use them, Jiang Deng gave them all.
Jiang Zhiling finally managed to stuff so many things into her storage bag. She wiped her forehead, which was sweating from receiving gifts, and asked, "By the way, Sister, didn't you say you wanted to show me something?"
“Dangdangdang!”
Jiang Deng untied the dodder tied around his head and showed it to Jiang Zhiling, "Look, what is this?"
"Is this Sister A-Tu?"
Jiang Zhiling's eyes gradually became moist. "Could it be that... Sister, in order to commemorate Sister A Tu's existence, you simply preserved a part of Sister A Tu's body and made it into a specimen for people to admire every day?"
“…”
Before Jiang Deng could say anything, he heard an impatient voice from the dodder, "Stop crying! I'm not dead yet!"
"Sister A-Tu?"
Jiang Zhiling looked at the pitifully tiny dodder plant excitedly. "How come you're still alive? I saw you being crushed by the Sword Master, chopped into pieces with just one blow."
Ah Tu's vines flushed red as she angrily shouted, "Can a duel between top masters be called a crushing victory? That's called sparring! We were sparring, but his cultivation was only slightly higher than mine, so I accidentally fell into his trap, that's all!"
"oh oh!"
Jiang Zhiling nodded, suddenly realizing, "So, Sister A-Tu, your cultivation isn't as strong as Sword Master's? Then why did you take the initiative to fight him?"
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