Yin Bansi followed the trail all the way to Gusen.
Qin Xin had been a disciple of Yaofeng for some time, and even her skin and flesh were permeated with the medicinal aura. This medicinal aura might be imperceptible to ordinary people, but for Yin Bansi, it was enough to find the female disciple's whereabouts.
When Yin Bansi found Qin Xin, she was holding a sword and confronting Qiu Changyun. There was an arrow wound on her left shoulder. She had cut off the tail of the arrow, but the tip was still stuck in the flesh.
Yin Bansi immediately noticed a long and narrow wound on Qiu Changyun's lower abdomen. The wound was not small, but the remaining force was insufficient. It was obvious that the owner of the sword had been softened by the special feeling of the iron blade entering the flesh.
A sigh flashed in Yin Bansi's eyes very subtly.
Qin Xin had just passed the academy's assessment when he personally selected her to enter Medicine Peak. It had been half a decade since then. He had taught her for a full five years, but besides being his half-dead disciple, Qin Xin was more of a student at the academy.
As he thought this, Yin Bansi landed silently behind Qiu Changyun. Qin Xin, caught off guard by the sight of his Peak Master, paused in his longsword thrust. Qiu Changyun seized the opportunity and slashed with his dagger, barely grazing Qin Xin's ear, who was a beat behind.
The dagger knocked off a strand of Qin Xin's hair and cut off the white gauze hanging on Qin Xin's ear.
In an instant, Qin Xin, who was in a trance because Qiu Changyun stabbed her half to death from behind, and Qiu Changyun, who was shocked by her still swollen and disfigured face, the two people who were pointing knives at each other, unexpectedly maintained the same expression.
The two stood frozen in silence for only a brief moment before Qiu Changyun let out a piercing cry of pain from the cold, countercurrent of spiritual energy flowing from behind him. In the dappled sunlight cast by the dense branches of the ancient forest, Yin Bansi could barely see several spiritual threads wrapped around his fingers. Against a mere Qiu Changyun, he didn't even need to use a needle.
Qiu Changyun collapsed to his knees, his entire body weakened by the pain. Yin Bansi pressed down on his shoulders until his face was buried deep in the soft, damp, rain-soaked soil of Gusen. Throughout this process, Yin Bansi never even glanced at him, only frowning at his former female disciple. "I wouldn't punish you this severely."
Qin Xin lowered her head, not even daring to look at him. Her lips were tightly closed, yet she was still able to speak, speaking ventriloquism: "The Peak Master has always been magnanimous to us. I just can't forgive myself."
The vertical wrinkles between Yin Bansi's eyebrows deepened, but he didn't say anything to try to keep her.
Talking too much is not his style, and this female disciple has always been very opinionated.
He simply handed Qin Xin a bottle of ointment and a pill, and said simply, "Luo Fanmao doesn't like to make things difficult for others. You made a mistake this time because of internal reasons, and you expelled yourself from the peak. This matter is over. When you figure it out, you can use the medicine."
After saying this, Yin Bandi used his feet to pull the nearly suffocated Qiu Changyun out of the mud. When he turned around, a cluster of light gray powder accidentally fell from his sleeves, and all of it was inhaled into the nose of Qiu Changyun, who was gasping for breath after surviving a near-death experience.
From beginning to end, Yin Bandi only touched Qiu Changyun with the soles of his shoes, and never even touched the edge of his clothes with his toes - he thought it was dirty.
Besides being quiet and odd-looking, Yin Fengzhu actually had quite a bit of personality. He found the dying unattainable because he thought they were ugly, and he wouldn't get close to bastards like Qiu Changyun because they thought they were dirty. Even after traveling to the human world with Luo Jiujiang, he still complained about Luo Jiujiang being poor while in mid-air.
If these picky and trivial details were done by others, they would most likely be criticized, but once they were done by the gloomy and cold Yin Bansi, they would almost move others to tears, as if the ghostly Lord of Yunshen Peak had finally shown some humanity.
Qin Xin looked at Yin Bansi's back, and two tears slowly flowed down her face, flowing across the new wounds on her face. The open wounds were stung by the salt water and hurt her.
A small bottle of ointment was enough to treat the new wounds on her face and shoulders, and the pill could ensure her advancement to the Golden Elixir stage.
The monks' medicines for injuries were effective, but they were powerless against severed limbs and the like. Only by reaching the Golden Elixir stage could the broken limbs be reconstructed.
As the head of Medicine Peak, Yin Bansi had always relied on medicine, emphasizing the harmony of the body's yin and yang energy, rather than focusing solely on results like elixirs. This elixir, which could instantly elevate Qin Xin from the second or third level of Foundation Establishment to the Golden Core stage, was essentially overdrawing her natural talent. By giving it to her, Yin Bansi had already violated his principles.
But what could Master Yinfeng do? The little girl was determined to leave, her face so shattered. Right now, with a resolute heart, she felt that everything she did was right. But one day, she might wake up so terrified of shame that she'd cry quietly under her covers. He had no choice but to give this female disciple something, so that if she regretted her decision, she'd have some leeway.
At this time, who cares whether it is medicine or not, or whether it is a pill or not?
Qin Xin fell to the ground, facing Yin Bansi's receding figure, her forehead pressed against the back of her hand, tears dripping into the soft soil. This girl, who hadn't shed a single tear when she disfigured herself, now cried until she choked and couldn't breathe.
At the same time, Qiu Changyun, whose chest was slightly rising and falling, discovered with horror that he was actually rotting alive from his fingertips.
The head of Yunshen Peak in Qinglong Academy has always been half human, half ghost, eccentric and evil, and his reputation is well-deserved.
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"Why are there so many people on the lake?" Luo Jiujiang tiptoed and looked towards the center of the lake. "There were no people there when Asu and I went there last time."
His new friend, Xu Ye, the young wandering cultivator who had spoken for him during his bet with Qiu Changyun, burst into laughter. "I can't see the true face of Mount Lu because I'm already inside it. These days, there are over a hundred people making a special detour to see you. Why do you think you're so famous?"
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