Outside the residence of the Immortal Physician, a long line of celestial maidens had already formed, anxiously awaiting the Immortal Physician's reply.
"I wonder which blind fool actually managed to beat Lord Fuchen so badly that his head was bleeding."
"It seems that the culprit was jealous of Fuchen Xingjun's handsome face, which is why he was so ruthless!"
"This is infuriating! If I ever find out who did this, I'll curse their ancestors' graves until they're filled with smoke!"
...
The fairies became more and more excited as they spoke.
Some had red faces and red necks, and their eyes were bloodshot.
Some were furious, gritting their teeth, choking back tears.
Even worse, some people casually conjured up a tiny figure and stabbed it into his vital points with needles, declaring, "Anyone who dares to harm my Floating Dust Star Lord is guilty of an unforgivable crime!"
Looking at the group of indignant fairies, Leng Ye became increasingly confused.
He truly couldn't understand what was so appealing about a man as powerless as Fu Chen.
She's so effeminate, like a woman, how can she give others a sense of security?
Cough cough—
Just then, a series of intermittent coughs came from the inner room of Fuchen Residence.
Its voice was extremely low, conveying a sense of restraint and a strong feeling of fragmentation.
Any woman who harbors fantasies about him would surely be heartbroken and burst into tears upon hearing this voice.
Leng Ye couldn't help but get goosebumps. He originally planned to turn back, but worried that Xuan Fengqian would also be fooled by Fu Chen's self-inflicted injury, so he had to stop for a while and wait for her calmly.
In the center of Fuchen Residence, unlike the bustling crowd outside the courtyard, it was so quiet that it seemed as if only Fuchen's soft cough and his occasional sighs could be heard.
At this moment, he was sitting alone at his desk, head bowed, plucking the strings of his zither.
The dappled sunlight did not bring the warmth it should have to the dim interior; instead, it made his tall, slender figure appear even more desolate.
"Those who are sentimental should laugh at me, for my hair has turned gray so early..."
After an unknown amount of time, Fuchen finally broke the silence, and, accompanied by the broken notes of the zither, began to sing softly to himself.
"A scoundrel of refined manners."
Leng Ye rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, his contempt only growing stronger.
When Xuan Fengqian arrived, she happened to catch a glimpse of Leng Ye sneaking around the door, secretly listening to the elegant music coming from inside the room.
She strode forward, looking at Leng Ye, who was lost in thought, with a strange expression. "What are you doing here?"
Leng Ye's slightly sleepy eyes suddenly brightened, and without thinking, he blurted out, "Waiting for you."
"You were waiting for me in front of Fuchen Residence?"
Xuan Fengqian didn't believe Leng Ye's explanation at all, and casually asked, "You haven't fallen in love with the Broom Star, have you?"
"How is that possible?"
"If you have no feelings for him whatsoever, why are you hiding in front of his house spying on him?"
Leng Yekuang's lips twitched, and he said coldly, "Are you itching for a beating? You need to be taught a lesson."
He did want to tell her that he thought he had fallen in love with her.
But the words just wouldn't come out.
Cough cough—
Inside the room, the string music suddenly broke.
Instead, Fu Chen's increasingly weak coughing could be heard.
Xuan Fengqian was a little anxious and, disregarding Leng Ye, went straight into the house.
Are you alright?
She strode up to Fuchen and asked him with concern.
"fine."
Fu Chen shook his head, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly vomited blood all over his hand.
"How did you become so ill? Has the divine physician been here?"
"The immortal physician said that I can no longer cultivate immortal techniques. This body is completely ruined." A tear suddenly fell from Fu Chen's clear, bright eyes.
"How could this be? For no reason at all, why can't I practice immortal techniques anymore?"
Fu Chen spoke calmly, though a faint smile remained on his face, his voice trembled involuntarily. "The immortal physician said that my immortal essence was damaged by the Nine-Section Demon Whip, and my immortal body is ruined. I will never be able to advance to the rank of Upper Immortal."
Hearing what Fu Chen said, Xuan Fengqian felt extremely guilty.
She knew all too well that if it weren't for her, Leng Ye and Fu Chen would never have crossed paths in their lives.
If there had been no interaction, the floating dust would not have suffered this calamity.
Leng Ye, who was standing outside the house listening to the sounds inside, could no longer suppress the anger that was about to erupt from his chest.
He stormed into the inner room, looking down at the frail Fu Chen, "You bastard, don't you dare slander me."
When have I ever slandered you?
A wisp of dust drifted from the corner of his eye as he stared fixedly at the furious, cold night.
"Even if the Nine-Section Demon Whip damaged your immortal essence, it wouldn't have destroyed your immortal body. The injuries on your body were not caused by me at all."
"You are the supreme Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworlds. Whatever you say goes."
Fu Chen gave a cold, sorrowful laugh, not bothering to argue with him, but instead lowering his tear-filled eyes and playing a mournful, poignant melody.
Looking at the two people's contrasting attitudes, Xuanfeng Qianduan naturally preferred to believe Fuchen, who had saved her from danger many times, rather than Leng Ye, who had committed numerous evil deeds and had a long criminal record.
She slightly raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze filled with obvious anger. "Leng Ye, every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt its debtor. If you want to punish me, come at me. Why drag innocent people into this?"
"Punishment? Is it me punishing you, or you punishing me?" Leng Ye never expected that his wholehearted devotion to her would not only result in nothing but also bring him shame.
"I'm nothing but fish on a chopping board, how could I possibly punish you?"
"Xuan Fengqian, I'm giving you one last chance. Quickly apologize to me."
Even though he was so angry he was almost going crazy, Leng Ye still couldn't bear to blame her and just kept asking her to apologize to him.
Xuanfeng Qian replied, "You are clearly the culprit behind all this trouble, so why should I apologize to you?"
At that moment, she was also feeling very bad.
She would rather be beaten and scolded by Leng Ye than have Fu Chen get involved because of her.
Over the years, Fuchen has longed to one day shed the title of "Broom Star Lord" and ascend to become an immortal.
Unfortunately, all his efforts were destroyed by Leng Ye's whip.
"Xuan Fengqian, you have disappointed me greatly."
He spoke coldly in the cold night, and my heart felt a chill.
Beyond the overwhelming anger, there was mostly sadness.
Everyone thought he was invulnerable, but little did they know that he was more vulnerable than many people when it came to emotions.
Xuanfeng vaguely sensed that Leng Ye's emotions were a bit off.
After calming down a bit, she also began to ponder how credible Fu Chen's words were.
Although Leng Ye is fierce and likes to use force to his advantage, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would deny it after hitting someone.
Dust may seem fragile, but it is not.
How could someone who has mastered dream illusion techniques without any guidance be an ordinary person?
Judging from this, there is very likely something else going on regarding the destruction of the Floating Dust Immortal Body…
Unaware of Xuan Fengqian's thoughts, Leng Ye suppressed the urge to tear Fu Chen to pieces and stormed off in a huff.
He had only taken a couple of steps when, as if remembering something important, he turned his head slightly and said in a cold voice, "Xuan Fengqian, from now on, stop bothering me. The engagement between you and me is hereby nullified."
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