Chapter 222 Deeply Rooted in Love
"Hey, why isn't Master back yet?"
Xiangying was idly fiddling with the tea set on the table, trying to pass the time, when suddenly there was a creak and Yan Xiao walked in from outside.
"Master, you're back!"
Xiangying got up and ran over happily, but when she saw Yan Xiao's pale face, she was shocked. "Master...you're injured?!"
She hurriedly helped Yan Xiao sit down, only to discover that the wound had not been stopped from bleeding at all, and the flowing blood had soaked his entire shoulder and back.
Based on her understanding of Yan Xiao, there were very few people in the lower realm who could harm him, so she could roughly guess the reason.
Xiangying sobbed uncontrollably, quickly stopping his bleeding. "Waaah, Master... does it hurt? How could you be so cruel, Young Master..."
"Alright, stop crying." Yan Xiao reached out and patted the top of her head, his voice hoarse. "It's not his fault... I owe him everything. Today we're even."
"Master..." Xiangying looked at him, hesitant to speak. This didn't seem like a clean break at all; it was clear that their feelings for each other had only deepened!
"Let's go, we should head back to the Southern Region."
After Yan Xiao finished speaking, he got up and walked outside. Xiang Ying only came to her senses at this time and hurriedly chased after him, saying, "Master, be careful of your wound!"
...
The next day, early morning.
A gentle breeze rustled the bed curtains outside the window, and the soft light of dawn streamed in.
Cen Feng woke up with a soft moan, feeling extremely weak all over. He sat up, supporting his forehead, and leaned against the headboard. Suddenly, the smell of blood that filled his nostrils made him open his eyes abruptly.
On the plain-colored bedding and white undergarments, there were dried bloodstains. "What... what happened?"
Suddenly, the dream from last night flashed through his mind, the repeated burning sensations of their contact burning away his drunken, hazy reason.
He felt both ashamed and angry, and then he wanted to kill the tormenting demon...
Thinking of this, Cen Feng's face turned pale. He looked down at his blood-stained hands, hurriedly rolled off the bed, and ran outside following the bloodstains on the floor.
To his surprise, he suddenly pushed open the door and encountered Mingcang, who had been waiting for him. He asked in a trembling voice, "Master...where is he?"
"He...left last night."
Cen Feng paused, then remained silent. Ming Cang helped him into the house, sat him down in a chair, and examined his spiritual veins. After a moment, he sighed:
"The ancient demonic energy within your sea of consciousness has been completely removed. From now on, you only need to stabilize your Dao heart to cultivate without any worries."
"Master...how badly is he injured?"
Ming Cang paused in pouring the pills, looked up at him and sighed, "Don't worry, he's the Evil Lord of the Southern Region. Those injuries won't affect him much. But what are you really thinking?"
Upon hearing this, Cen Feng shed two tears, slowly lowered his head, and choked out, "Master... this disciple doesn't know..."
"Alright, alright."
Mingcang tenderly wiped away his tears, patted his shoulder and said, "If you can't figure it out right now, then leave it to time. All causes and effects are predetermined. You must not dwell on it any longer and suffer for yourself, as it will not be good for your cultivation."
Cen Feng wiped away his tears and nodded, "Yes, I've worried Master."
"Alright, there's no match for us today, so you should stay at the inn and get some rest."
"Um……"
Ming Cang carefully gave him a few instructions, then turned and left the room, only to bump into Yu Qianling rushing downstairs in a panic.
"You brat, why are you running away!"
"I'm sorry, Master, I'm in a hurry to get to the competition!"
Seeing that she had disappeared in an instant, Mingcang muttered to himself, "There's no competition for us today, why is this girl so eager?"
Ye Luo sighed and said with a wry smile, "Today is the match between Xuanwu Palace and Wangqing Valley. She went to cheer for Yu Xuan."
"Wow, when did these two get so close?"
Ye Luo couldn't help but chuckle. This third senior sister had already gone to stay at someone else's place for a while. How could their relationship not be good?
"Hey, where's Xixi?" Mingcang asked.
Ye Luo: "Oh, she was making a fuss about going out to play early in the morning, and she happened to run into Second Senior Sister who was about to go out, so she took her along to play too."
"Alright, I'll go to the competition venue to take a look. You can make your own arrangements."
"Yes, Master."
After Ming Cang left, Jun Yi, who was beside him, grinned mischievously and put his arm around his waist. "Luo'er, that little tyrant isn't here today..."
Ye Luo understood what he meant. She slapped his mischievous hand away, gave him a reproachful look with her beautiful eyes, and said, "I told you, don't touch me anymore."
"No, Luo'er... it's been several days..."
"roll."
Jun Yi wouldn't listen to him. He picked him up and carried him to the room in a hurry.
"Damn it, put me down right now!"
"My darling Luo'er, we need to buy some time..."
...
When Yu Qianling arrived at the venue, the match between Xuanwu Palace and Wangqing Valley had not yet started, and the venue was already packed.
"Qian Ling!!"
Yu Xuan waved to her happily, said a few words to the person beside him, and ran over, "Why are you the only one here? Where are the others from Peach Blossom Valley?"
"They all drank too much last night, so they'll probably be here later."
After Yu Qianling finished speaking, she let out a hiccup, which made Yu Xuan laugh. She smoothed the messy hair on Yu Xuan's forehead and said, "Look at you, you still look like you've had a hangover. Why don't you sleep a little longer?"
"Hey, weren't we eager to watch your match?"
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