Liu Yuntai was too late to stop him. Seeing that Chi Haoyu was injured, he immediately ran forward to help him up. "Don't speak, let me stop the bleeding first."
He pressed two fingers together to press several acupoints on Chi Haoyu's body, but instead of stopping the bleeding, the blood gushed out, and Chi Haoyu's expression became increasingly distorted and painful.
He withdrew his hand and looked at Shen Xun, saying, "My cousin acted rashly in this matter, and I beg you, senior, to help him."
Shen Xun raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I'm a senior?"
Liu Yuntai: "I sensed your attack when you made your move, senior, but even so, I was still unable to block it. In this world where spiritual power is paramount, you are naturally a senior. Moreover, I saw your avatar in the Abyss Stele Valley before."
Shen Xun narrowed his eyes. "So you also know my identity?"
Liu Yuntai paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Shen Xun: "You're quite honest." His gaze shifted slightly as he looked at the heavily injured Chi Haoyu, and he said coldly, "There won't be a next time."
He casually tossed out a pill and strode away.
Liu Yuntai fed the pill to Chi Haoyu, then looked in the direction Shen Xun had left, his gaze deep.
The trees were still, the wind had died down, and after walking quite a distance, Shen Xun stopped and looked up.
A person sat amidst the thick branches of a tree. His dark blue robes appeared even more noble under the moonlight, and the ornament on his forehead swayed gently without making a sound.
The man had a leaf in his mouth, dangling his legs casually, watching him with a leisurely air.
"Tonight is going to be a fantastic night," Qinghe remarked.
Shen Xun crossed his arms and looked at her, "Have you seen enough?"
Qinghe's eyes flickered. "It's alright."
She leaped down from the tree and stood steadily in front of Shen Xun, gazing thoughtfully in the direction of Liu Yuntai.
Shen Xun: "You think there's something wrong with him?"
Qinghe shook his head. "It's not really a problem, it just feels a bit strange."
She paused for a moment, then added, "But what he said is quite right."
Shen Xun: "Which sentence?"
Qinghe said, "Those few words you said about being a senior."
The implication is that you are very old, extremely old.
Shen Xun: "...Hehe."
Qinghe smiled and said, "By the way, I've never seen your true form before."
Shen Xun remained unfazed and continued walking forward, saying, "You'll have a chance to meet him in the future."
Qinghe followed him, "Really? Then when will it be? Why don't you let me see it now?"
Shen Xun: "You were just mocking me. Aren't you afraid I'll reveal my true form and scare you?"
Qinghe: "How could that be? Even if you were old and ugly, like a monster, I wouldn't dislike you."
"...Then you are really kind."
"Yeah, I think so too."
"..."
The sound drifted further and further away until it disappeared completely.
...
The morning dew and the scenery are beautiful; it's a fine autumn day with cool air.
The scenery behind the mountain is enchanting. Among the high cliffs, there is a natural medicinal spring. Amidst the drifting mist, two figures can be vaguely seen immersing themselves in the spring water.
The celestial mist was full of spiritual energy. Qinghe, who was meditating and breathing in the medicinal spring, felt comfortable all over. His dantian gradually warmed up, as if he was about to advance in his cultivation.
Qi Rong watched her silently from the side, her eyes gentle as water.
A thick fog loomed between the two, adding to their ethereal and otherworldly charm, making them appear from afar like immortals descended to earth.
Unwilling to disturb the scene, the disciples who had come to cultivate in the back mountain wisely turned back the way they came.
Qi Rong was very satisfied with this.
The medicinal spring water is clear and warm all year round, with a lingering spiritual energy. According to Luo Fan, this is because there is a lava pool underground with extremely hot magma, which provides ample heat to the hot spring. It draws on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and over time has become a natural medicinal spring for the academy's disciples to practice healing.
Unfortunately, the medicinal spring had no effect on Qi Rong's injuries; his injury was not in his body, but in his soul.
But Qinghe still dragged him along, claiming it was just to give it a try. Qirong suspected she was just looking for an excuse to take a bath with him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle, but the next moment his expression changed, and worry appeared in his eyes. "What's wrong?"
Qinghe frowned and covered his chest with his hand. "It's the Path of Ruthlessness; it's stopping me."
Qi Rong: "The Dao techniques you cultivate are far different from the Dao of Ruthlessness, yet it still hasn't given up and wants to drag you back."
Qinghe looked at him: "Cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness requires severing all emotions and love. Maybe it's hinting at something to me."
Seeing her serious expression, Qi Rong smiled and said, "Even if you really cut off all feelings, I will not let go, not even if it kills me."
Qing paused for a moment, then asked, "How's the thing I asked you to find coming along?"
Qi Rong shook her head. "I haven't found the right one yet."
"It's alright," Qinghe said. "Take your time searching, we'll find it eventually."
Qi Rong: "Why do you insist on finding a body? Have you encountered some trouble?"
Qinghe lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I'll tell you later."
Qi Rong looked at her for a long time before saying, "Okay."
On the way back, Qing picked some wildflowers along the way and held them in her arms. The flowers and the beautiful woman made for a very beautiful scene.
Her fingertips brushed across the petals, and wisps of spiritual energy floated out from the flower's stamen, seeping into her fair skin with the wind.
Qinghe stared at his fingers for a moment, then murmured, "Strange..."
Qi Rong looked at her, "What's wrong?"
Qinghe raised her hand to show him, "This is not the first time this has happened. All plants and animals belong to the wood element, and I do not have a wood elemental root, so I cannot absorb their spiritual power. But it seems that this is not the case now."
"The arts of the world are ever-changing and wondrous; perhaps there is some connection between spiritual roots." Qi Rong pondered for a moment and said, "Didn't you come into contact with the Divine Pearl before? The Divine Pearl is an ancient god incarnate and can gather the spirit of all things. Perhaps if you spend too much time with it, you might have acquired its characteristics."
Qinghe nodded: "I see, you know a lot."
Qi Rong: "The longer you live, the more you naturally know."
These words were quite poignant, tinged with sadness and helplessness. Qinghe looked at his profile without saying a word.
They went out through the back gate, and when they came back, they saw Luo Fan standing in front of the gate, looking around as if he were looking at something.
Qinghe approached and followed his gaze. "What are you looking at?"
Luo Fan asked in confusion, "Since Master went into seclusion, I have sent many disciples to guard the academy, but so far we have not discovered any external forces. It's a bit strange."
Qinghe and Qirong exchanged a glance and said, "Although they haven't left the mountain these past few days, there must be a lot of rumors about the collapse of Yangqu Mountain. It's unusual that they're so calm."
Before Qi Rong could speak, Luo Fan said, "Could it be that someone is secretly helping us?"
Qi Rong closed his eyes and focused his energy, his divine sense instantly spreading over hundreds of miles, but he did not find any unfamiliar or dangerous forces or powers.
He opened his eyes, his gaze rarely revealing any doubt. "In short, don't let your guard down. The guards should not be withdrawn until Dean Zhuge emerges from seclusion."
Luo Fan nodded: "Don't worry."
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