Shen Zhaozhao's mind went blank. She felt a chill mixed with an absurd rage rushing to her head, burning her reason to the point of almost being destroyed!
At this moment, Xie Linyuan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling gently like the wings of a wounded butterfly, and a faint blush quickly spread across the corner of his eyes, perfectly fitting for the occasion.
The man was on the verge of tears, looking heartbroken and devastated after being seduced and abandoned.
This striking scene instantly drew the attention of the cultivators who were busy preparing to enter the secret realm, like a magnet.
Countless gazes, filled with shock, curiosity, inquiry, and undisguised excitement—"Holy crap, there's some earth-shattering gossip!"—were precisely focused on Shen Zhaozhao.
Clearly, because Xie Linyuan had deliberately suppressed his cultivation level, these cultivators did not know his identity and could only speculate about the situation on their own.
Instantly, whispers began pouring into Shen Zhaozhao's ears.
"Tsk tsk, this girl... she's so domineering, how could she bully someone like this?"
"Look at that young man, his eyes are all red, he must be so wronged!"
"What a tragedy! To be born with such divine looks and yet..."
"Sigh... No wonder people say that high cultivation levels allow you to do whatever you want..."
Shen Zhaozhao was so angry that her blood seemed to run cold and her vision blurred.
She now wishes she could dig a hole on the spot and bury herself and this crazy, troublesome guy next to her together!
Shut up!
Shen Zhaozhao practically spat out those words through gritted teeth. Then, with lightning speed, as if throwing away a hot potato, she shoved the bag of spirit stones containing the profits from the mosquito-repelling pills into Xie Linyuan's arms.
Xie Linyuan looked down at the extra thing in his arms. The moisture that had been in his eyes just now was wiped away instantly as if by an invisible hand, and even the pitiful blush at the corner of his eyes quietly faded away.
In those beautiful peach blossom eyes, there was no trace of grievance or heartbreak.
really.
He knew it.
In Shen Zhaozhao's heart, her position was ultimately superior to those few cold, lifeless objects.
As for the exact number of spirit stones in this bag?
How is the quality?
None of those are the main points.
The important thing is that he won.
They won against those few unsightly broken stones.
Oh.
His long, jade-like fingertips, with a hint of nonchalant pride, lightly tapped the spirit stone pouch in his arms.
Laugh.
Weren't you feeling pretty smug about it when it was in the bag?
Why did you stop laughing?
...
After seeing off that ancestor who exuded the joyful aura of a "victor," Shen Zhaozhao felt as if all her strength had been drained away.
She covered her face in despair, a heavy, melancholic sigh escaping from between her fingers.
The case is solved.
She finally understood why Xiao Jingrui had been hovering on the threshold of the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage for three whole years, unable to even get close to the Nascent Soul stage.
Just look at Xie Linyuan, that crazy sect leader who can cause trouble anytime, anywhere, in all sorts of bizarre ways...
Second Brother!
Over the years, you've been refining elixirs, raising mosquitoes, and supporting the sect leader. You've really had a tough time!
Pei Lang looked at Shen Zhaozhao, who was completely dejected, and patted her shoulder heavily: "Forget it, your sect leader is so handsome, one in a million, why don't you let him have his way? It's no big deal!"
"Besides, look how thoughtful your sect leader is! He even stayed in Yunqi City to wait for you to leave the secret realm!"
As Pei Lang spoke, his tone unconsciously carried a hint of sour envy, but his hand very naturally snatched the bag containing his 50 high-grade spirit stones from Shen Zhaozhao's hand, the movement so fluid as if he had rehearsed it a thousand times.
Shen Zhaozhao glared at him, but then, as if she had thought of something, her previously dejected gaze instantly focused, and her brows suddenly darkened.
She realized something.
In the original story, Yun Wan'er was able to participate in the newcomer competition because she obtained the original owner's immortal bones, and Gu Xuanchen also gave her "Little Yellow's" demon core, successfully reshaping her spiritual root and breaking through to the Foundation Establishment stage in one fell swoop.
However, although Yun Wan'er has not made a breakthrough yet, the plot point has not changed—Yun Wan'er still participated in the newcomer competition.
This time, however, it was thanks to Lingxiao Zhenren's shameless handwritten letter that she managed to get the spot.
Does that mean... even if she changes some details, certain key and important points are still unavoidable and cannot be bypassed or avoided no matter what?
If that's really the case...
In the original book, the Little Tyrant of the Crimson Cloud Sect, who was secretly crippled and tragically killed by the "wife-doting maniac" Gu Xuanchen after angrily calling Yun Wan'er a "good-for-nothing who relies on men" on the semi-final stage, is now in danger.
Shen Zhaozhao lowered her eyes, her thoughts shifting again. But, wasn't Xiao Huang, who was supposed to be offline, fine?
Perhaps I'm just overthinking it?
but……
Thinking of this, Shen Zhaozhao's gaze still seemed to fall on Pei Lang, who was complaining that his sect leader didn't care about him.
Pei Lang seemed to sense something, and when he turned his head, the two boys' eyes met.
"..."
Pei Lang was silent for a second, then the hairs on his body stood on end. He took a step back and glared at Shen Zhaozhao warily: "Shen Zhaozhao, I've treated you very well. Although I got the spirit stones back, my sincerity is genuine!"
"You...you can't possibly try to dump that lunatic on our Crimson Cloud Sect!"
You can't repay kindness with enmity!
Shen Zhaozhao: "..."
Shen Zhaozhao's lips twitched violently twice.
no?
Who was that just now?!
Who's babbling on like that!
She was still pointing at that troublemaker with red eyes, yelling at her, "Shen Zhaozhao, are you even human?! Pay up! Hurry up!" And who was it that was so enthusiastically dividing the spoils, telling her, "Don't wrong our sect leader!"
Oh, so now you realize it's a hot potato?!
Shen Zhaozhao grabbed Pei Lang's shoulder and pressed him down hard!
"Aww!"
Caught off guard, Pei Lang, a fragile talisman cultivator, was ambushed at close range by a sword cultivator at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment. The feeling was so intense that he cried out on the spot.
"Pei Lang! What did you tell me before?!"
Shen Zhaozhao's voice already carried a hint of murderous intent: "Didn't you keep saying 'Your sect leader is so handsome,' 'One in a million,' and 'What's wrong with letting him have his way?'?"
"What do you mean by this?!"
With each word she spoke, she pressed harder on Pei Lang's shoulder, causing him to grimace in pain and almost burst into tears.
"Gently! Gently! Ouch! The bones are going to break!"
Pei Lang wailed, his handsome face contorted in pain, his voice tinged with guilt: "Cough... How can instigating others to pity a beauty be the same as having that beauty do something to you..."
"you?!"
Shen Zhaozhao's voice suddenly rose eight octaves: "So you were just stirring things up, purely to watch the drama unfold, weren't you?!"
"Pei Lang, you scoundrel! Prepare to die—!"
"Aaaaaah! Help! Junior brothers! Don't go!"
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