Chapter 43: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 4 This Sect Master is also jealous...
Ji Hanlin stayed in Yuehua Palace.
This palace was built in the southwest corner of Hehuan Sect, facing a mirror lake. The palace is elegant and just as Sang Yu said, it is warm in winter and cool in summer, making it pleasant all year round.
He seldom went out, and as soon as the sun rose he would sit by the window of his bedroom to meditate and regulate his breathing.
Wen Qianning personally instructed that the medicine should be taken on time every day, and the palace servants did not dare to neglect it.
However, he did not like the nagging way of serving his servants. Anyway, he was used to being alone, so he simply learned to make and drink the medicine by himself.
The days go by.
The winter snow came early this year, and a layer of frost had already accumulated on the white jade steps of Yuehua Palace.
In the side hall of the main hall, a young man sat on the ground, his brows furrowed, his breathing disordered.
Although Ji Hanlin said nothing on the surface...but deep down, he still couldn't accept his current useless body.
He was once the most promising genius in the Qingyun Sword Sect to ascend to heaven, but now he is not even as good as a foundation-building cultivator. Such a huge gap is hard to accept even if he pretends to be calm.
He used his remaining spiritual consciousness to forcibly circulate spiritual energy, trying to impact a new meridian.
But he underestimated the extent of the damage within his body.
In just half a minute, the spiritual power that had been barely stable suddenly flowed backwards, and a mouthful of blood almost gushed out of his throat, but he suppressed it tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.
Just when I was about to lose control, a faint fragrance came to me.
"Are you looking for death?"
Wen Qianning's figure appeared. She had been standing at the door without anyone noticing, and her clothes came silently.
The woman's face didn't look very good. She didn't say much. She just knelt down behind him, put her five fingers on his vest, and a stream of spiritual power quickly penetrated into his body.
Ji Hanlin's temples were already soaked with sweat. He wanted to turn around to look at her, but she pressed her palm against his back: "Don't move."
The moment Wen Qianning's spiritual power came into contact with the chaotic spiritual energy in his body, the two collided violently, causing Ji Hanlin's back to tremble, but slowly, her own spiritual power guided the surging spiritual energy to gradually stabilize.
Her spiritual power was surprisingly gentle, like a pool of spring water. Although it was an unfamiliar breath, it had a strange soothing power. He should have been extremely repulsed, but gradually he was unconsciously driven by her rhythm, and his breath slowly stabilized.
After a long time, Wen Qianning slowly withdrew his hand.
"I told you long ago that your meridians haven't been repaired yet, so you can't practice." She stood up, her tone unhappy, "Why are you hurting your body like this?"
Ji Hanlin lowered his eyes for a moment, then whispered, "What do you know?"
Wen Qianning was so angry that she laughed. What did she know? It was just the male protagonist's pride as a favored child, unable to accept that he had become a useless person. What was so important?
Considering Ji Hanlin's young age, she didn't mind. She remained patient and sighed softly, "Don't try to force it. If you really want to get better quickly, just do as I say. There will be a way."
Ji Hanlin was silent for a moment, did not answer, just looked up at her for a moment.
What else could he do? He sneered inwardly, feeling that this was the end of his life.
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Outside the Hehuan Sect.
A girl dressed in the uniform of a Qingyun Sword Sect disciple stood quietly in front of the mountain gate, with stubbornness and persistence in her eyes. The gatekeeper disciple recognized her and was about to stop her, but she raised her hand and stopped him.
"I am Rong Xinhui, the daughter of the leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect." Her voice was clear and bright. "I came to the Hehuan Sect this time to look for someone..."
The gatekeeper waved his hand impatiently, trying to drive the man away: "We in the Hehuan Sect don't have the person you're looking for."
"I heard that the Hehuan Sect rescued a seriously injured person a few days ago..." Rong Xinhui restrained her expression slightly, took out a lot of coins from the bag she was carrying, and quietly handed them to the disciple guarding the gate. "Brother, this matter is extremely important to me. Please, can you please help me inform them?"
The gatekeeper looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before bowing and asking for instructions.
"Okay."
Ji Hanlin sat quietly on the couch, the warm winter sun shining on his broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted figure, casting a layer of warm light on him, but his dark eyes were as still as a dusty old well, without any sign of fluctuation.
At this time, a disciple came to report: "Master, someone from the Qingyun Sword Sect has come and wants to see Ji Hanlin for something important."
Wen Qianning was a little surprised when he heard this: "Qingyun Sword Sect?"
"Yes, the person who came claimed to be the daughter of the leader of Qingyun Sword Sect, Rong Xinhui."
At this moment, when Ji Hanlin heard the three words "Rong Xinhui", his brows slightly frowned, as if he was a little impatient.
Wen Qianning looked at him and curled her lips: "Your old lover?"
She didn't remember any important character named Rong Xinhui in the original text. She guessed that she was just another minor supporting character who secretly loved Ji Hanlin.
The male protagonist in this world is really a hottie. She narrowed her eyes, feeling a little unhappy.
"Don't talk nonsense." Ji Hanlin glanced at Wen Qianning with an expressionless face. After thinking for a while, he finally ordered in a calm voice, "Let her in."
Soon, a green figure stepped into the palace gate.
As soon as she entered Yuehua Palace, Rong Xinhui was stunned by the scene before her. This was completely different from her impression of the Hehuan Sect... There was not a trace of debauchery, but it was as quiet as a peaceful paradise.
Ji Hanlin was sitting in the courtyard, his eyes and brows as clear and quiet as the lonely snow on a cold mountain, looking as she always did, like the young man she liked.
"Brother Han Lin... is it really you?" She felt a pang of bitterness in her heart, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She couldn't help but take a step forward, "Han Lin, you... you're still alive..."
Ji Hanlin didn't stand up, his eyes showed no emotion, he just asked coldly: "How did you find this place?"
"I... I heard that the Hehuan Sect recently rescued a seriously injured man. I remembered the circumstances of your disappearance, and I followed them all the way here." Rong Xinhui bit her lip lightly, her eyes revealing unconcealable joy and excitement. "I knew you wouldn't die so easily."
Ji Hanlin looked up at her with a calm expression: "Do you think I'm dead?"
"Everyone in the sect says so..." Rong Xinhui bit her lip, her eyes reddening, "But I don't believe it... Ever since you disappeared, I've been investigating and looking for you everywhere. Senior Brother Zhen said that you slipped and fell into the abyss in the secret realm... But I really can't accept that..."
She approached step by step, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement, "I'm glad you're okay... Han Lin, when I said I liked you, I wasn't joking. As long as you come back, I can ask my father to grant us a marriage..."
"That's enough. I simply don't want to go back to Qingyun Sword Sect." He interrupted coldly, staring at her straight in the eye. "Do you know why I almost died in that secret abyss?"
Rong Xinhui's heart skipped a beat and she was stunned.
Ji Hanlin slowly stood up, his eyes cold and his voice low, "Zhen Zhixin, he deliberately set up the evil formation in the secret realm in an attempt to kill me. Otherwise, how could he have succeeded?"
Hearing this, Rong Xinhui's body trembled violently, and her face turned pale instantly: "No... Impossible, Senior Brother Zhen, he can't do such a thing."
"Do you think this matter has nothing to do with you?" Ji Hanlin said coldly, "I don't like you, but Zhen Zhixin is jealous of your special treatment of me and my higher cultivation than him, so he wants to do this to me. It's not surprising that a villain who only cares about profit would do such a thing to eliminate a threat like me."
"I don't believe it..." She murmured and took a step back, her eyes blank.
Ji Hanlin stopped looking at Rong Xinhui and turned his back to her: "I will have nothing to do with your Qingyun Sword Sect from now on. Don't bother me again, otherwise... don't blame me for being ruthless."
Rong Xinhui stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word, tears silently streaming down her face.
Wen Qianning, who was standing next to him, listened to the entire conversation and his face darkened.
It turned out that he was seriously injured because he was ambushed by his fellow disciples in his own sect.
Wen Qianning subconsciously glanced at Ji Hanlin's slightly frail figure, a hint of annoyance rising in her heart. This male protagonist, who usually looked calm and quiet, was actually carrying such a mess on his shoulders, and he hadn't even said a word.
She snorted coldly, almost inaudibly, and walked down the stairs slowly. With a faint smile, she walked directly to Ji Hanlin's side.
The woman's robe was dragging on the ground, and there was a playful arc at the corners of her eyes. She hooked her hand on the boy's shoulder neither lightly nor heavily.
"Xiao Lin, didn't I tell you not to move around until your injuries are completely healed? Your body is just getting better, but you can't stand any more hardship."
She tilted her head, her tone was intimate, and her behavior was too bold. She leaned her head on the boy's shoulder half-coquettishly, and her smooth black hair fell to his chest. He could even smell the faint fragrance of a woman, and he was a little dazed.
The boy's throat moved, but he didn't say anything, nor did he push her away.
Seeing that he didn't refuse, Wen Qianning's smile became even wider. She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a low voice, "Cooperate with me. Look, this little girl's face is turning green."
Ji Hanlin froze in place, his ears inexplicably turning red, but luckily no one noticed.
Sure enough, seeing this situation, Rong Xinhui's face changed.
"You..." Her expression was full of disbelief.
Wen Qianning looked up at her with a lazy smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "Please don't come to see our Xiaolin again in the future, after all..."
"This sect leader gets jealous too." Her voice was soft and sweet, but every word she said was stinging.
Rong Xinhui's lips trembled, as if she wanted to argue, but the two people in front of her looked so intimate that she couldn't get a word in.
"I don't believe it..." She finally gritted her teeth and said, "We in the Qingyun Sword Sect have always looked down on these unorthodox cultivation methods of seductive techniques. How could Han Lin be with her..."
"Heh." Hearing this, Wen Qianning became visibly unhappy. She dropped her smile, looked down at Rong Xinhui, and retorted, "Look down on the Hehuan Sect? No matter how great the Hehuan Sect is, it can't compare to the 'open and aboveboard' behavior of your Qingyun Sword Sect in killing fellow disciples."
"You!" Rong Xinhui was deflated and stared at Wen Qianning unconvinced.
"Shut up! Who allowed you to talk to her like that?" This "her" was naturally Wen Qianning. Ji Hanlin's brows were already filled with impatience. He crossed his arms and said, "Go away! Don't bother me anymore."
"Now that he's decided to stay, it's useless for you to pester him." Wen Qianning took advantage of the situation and turned to Ji Hanlin and said with a smile, "Xiao Lin, let's go. Don't pay attention to this tactless person. Go back to the house and have some snacks. I made this for you myself."
After saying that, he actually took Ji Hanlin's hand and walked into the hall without hesitation.
Behind him, Rong Xinhui stood there in a daze, the light in her eyes dimming bit by bit.
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