More than half a month has passed since Luo Jiu's unexpected advancement.
When she woke up that day, she was shocked to see Yan Ze lying on the ground with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
They hurriedly helped him to bed, and green spiritual energy was continuously sent into Yan Ze's body.
However, Yan Ze's body was like a bottomless pit. Once his divine sense touched Luo Jiu, it clung to her like a piece of maltose, and began to actively absorb Luo Jiu's spiritual power.
Luo Jiu had just advanced to the next level and was brimming with spiritual energy, but even she couldn't withstand Yan Ze's constant absorption. Despite this, Yan Ze didn't wake up until the next day.
The series of unexpected events made Yan Ze's body increasingly weak.
His thin lips had lost all color, and his face was deathly pale. Only his eyes remained dark and terrifyingly deep.
His gaze inadvertently fell on Luo Jiu, causing Luo Jiu to involuntarily shiver.
A strange sense of guilt welled up in Luo Jiu's heart.
They became increasingly cautious in their movements and dared not pluck any more hairs from the tiger's head.
Yan Ze took the warm water that Luo Jiu handed him and put it in his mouth.
The man lowered his head, his eyes slightly narrowed, obscuring his deep-set eyes.
Luo Jiu was suddenly drawn to him; the man's eyelashes were exceptionally long, making her unable to resist reaching out to pinch them.
"Um?"
The single word "Yan Ze" silenced all of Luo Jiu's thoughts. She immediately hid her restless hand behind her back.
She gave an awkward laugh, then eagerly took the water glass that Yan Ze handed her, without making eye contact with him the entire time, as if she were avoiding something.
Luo Jiu is a somewhat awkward person.
When she woke up, she saw Yan Ze lying on the ground with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, while she herself was completely unharmed. What was there to not understand?
Remembering how angry she was with Yan Ze, she couldn't bring herself to say the words of gratitude.
Each with their own thoughts, they managed to get through the next two weeks unscathed.
That day, Luo Jiu was having her morning lesson in Yan Ze's room.
This was a rule he set: if someone accepted him as a disciple, they had to take on the responsibilities of a master.
Every day before dawn, Luo Jiu would go to the courtyard to practice her skills, and then go to the Yanze Palace for her morning lessons when the sun rose.
Yan Ze claimed that he wanted to solidify Luo Jiu's foundation, saying that her advancement was too rapid and her foundation was not solid. If her foundation was unstable, she would easily fall into demonic possession.
Whenever Luo Jiu got up early to practice her skills, she would always complain about Yan Ze. This wasn't for her own good at all; it was just him trying to make things difficult for her.
Although... I have indeed made some gains these past few days.
Luo Jiu was once again forced to sit at the desk. She had already memorized the cultivation manual in front of her, but she still needed to copy it every day.
The martial arts manual she was copying was created by Yan Ze. After half a month, Luo Jiu's handwriting became more and more like Yan Ze's.
Luo Jiu bit the pen tip in her mouth, looking at the words in the book, becoming more and more impatient.
So he stopped writing and tilted his head to look at Yan Ze.
Yan Ze was truly handsome, somewhere between a celestial being and a demon. Beneath his alluring exterior lay an extremely shy and timid soul, a contrast that greatly excited Luo Jiu.
Who would have thought that the aloof and arrogant Immortal Venerable Yanze was actually a childish brat?
"cough!"
Yan Ze looked up and saw Luo Jiu's behavior. He frowned, somewhat displeased.
"Have you finished writing?"
Without waiting for Luo Jiu's reply, he picked up a book from the table, and with a flick of his wrist, the two-centimeter-thick blue book appeared on Luo Jiu's desk.
"Then copy this book again."
"I haven't finished copying..."
Luo Jiu spoke cautiously, looking pitifully at Yan Ze with her big eyes. She put down the pen in her mouth, sat up straight, and looked like a well-behaved student, trying to make Yan Ze take back his words.
"Master..."
"Then copy it again."
Upon hearing this, Luo Jiu let out a wail and slammed her head on the table.
This hand is going to be ruined!
Even if you time-travel, you can't escape having to copy homework!
Yan Ze gripped the book in his hand, shifted his posture, and seemed to be engrossed in reading it.
However, the corners of his mouth, hidden by the book, slightly curved upwards, a small arc appearing on Yan Ze's face, but then vanished in an instant, as if it had never appeared.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Master, your disciple Wen Zhaobai requests an audience."
Luo Jiu paused in copying the book, a glint of light flashing in her eyes. This male protagonist had gone off on a mission after she joined the sect, and she hadn't seen him in a long time.
She could almost see a huge wave of goodwill waving at her!
"Enter."
A tall figure appeared in front of Luo Jiu.
She stood up, bowed slightly, and greeted them.
"Senior Brother."
A clear and melodious voice flowed from Luo Jiu's mouth, melodious and pleasant to listen to, yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible shyness.
The first rule of the "green tea" etiquette: When greeting someone, show three parts intimacy, three parts shyness, and four parts surprise.
It was just a simple greeting, but it made Yan Ze frown.
A simple greeting is fine; there's no need for such a clingy, coquettish manner. Are you trying to call me your lover again? What kind of behavior is this for a young lady? It's an insult to manners!
The inexplicable low atmosphere left both of them somewhat bewildered.
However, Luo Jiu had already figured out this man's unpredictable nature, so she selectively ignored it and continued to gaze at Wen Zhaobai with affection.
But Wen Zhaobai seemed somewhat anxious upon seeing this. He was about to speak when he heard the words on the tip of his tongue.
"What is it?"
Yan Ze's words brought Wen Zhaobai, who was obsessed with his master, back to his senses, and he finally remembered the purpose of his visit.
"When I went down the mountain this time, I discovered a strange thing in Luoxian Town at the foot of the immortal mountain."
"What strange thing is this?"
Luo Jiu became curious; anything strange was much more interesting than her burying herself in copying books.
Upon hearing this, Yan Ze glanced at her but did not accuse her of interrupting the conversation.
“A while ago, a young woman mysteriously disappeared at night, but suddenly reappeared the following night and returned home.”
"The family thought she had just gotten lost and didn't pay any attention. Unexpectedly, the woman who had returned home after disappearing became weaker and weaker, but strangely, she always had an unusually satisfied smile on her face despite her illness."
"Why is that? That's so strange."
“There are even stranger ones.”
Wen Zhaobai glanced at Luo Jiu, pretending to be fierce, and then walked towards Luo Jiu.
"The woman was found drowned in the river ten days later."
Luo Jiu gasped in surprise, her eyes filled with fear; she was terrified.
“Zhao Bai”.
Hearing Yan Ze's slightly warning tone, Wen Zhaobai touched his nose and continued:
"These accidents have occurred one after another in Luoxian Town. The government has investigated but found nothing, and believes that evil spirits are at work. They have written to the cultivation world, and several elders have taken action, but they have not been able to find out the cause of the matter. Therefore, we have come to ask our master to come forward and find out the truth."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ze frowned deeply and never relaxed his brow.
Logically, this shouldn't be delayed, but I've lost all my spiritual power and don't know when I'll be able to recover...
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