A faint smile appeared on his lips as he skillfully passed the buck back: "When Wuyou was little, she liked to stick close to her senior brother. What's wrong? After ten years apart, have Wuyou become estranged from her senior brother? Oh, I forgot, Wuyou was still young then and doesn't remember how much she loved being close to her senior brother."
His dark, deep eyes narrowed slightly for a moment, then he said meaningfully, "Is that so? This disciple doesn't remember."
Bi Xie remained expressionless: "Of course, when Wuyou was little, she loved to cling to her senior brother for hugs and wanted him to dip his spiritual milk on his fingers to feed her. She loved to stick to her senior brother every day and wouldn't get off..."
Hosting System: "Host, that's enough! The villain's face has turned green!"
Bi Xie snorted: "Who told you to raise your happiness stat so slowly? It hasn't changed in over half a year, has it?"
The hosting system remained silent for a while: "That's true... but aren't you afraid of your happiness points rebounding?"
Bi Xie: "..."
"Hehehehehehehehe~", the hosting system chuckled gloatingly.
Xuanhuo Peak, at the foot of the mountain.
"Hey, isn't this Wen Zhu, the last disciple of True Lord Feng Xie? You just came back from the Hall of Affairs? What kind of mission did you receive this time? To clean up spirit beast manure or to pick spirit oranges?"
Several inner disciples dressed in the Golden Light Sect's attire surrounded a handsome and dashing man, blocking a gentle and simply dressed young man.
"It must be dumping manure, dumping manure earns more spirit stones, hahaha," everyone laughed.
The gentle, refined young man stared at the group expressionlessly and said calmly, "Get out of the way!"
Upon hearing this, the handsome man at the head of the group's face instantly darkened. He walked arrogantly to the young man and said with a sinister expression, "Wen Zhu, I advise you to hand over the sword technique you used in last year's sect competition, or you won't be leaving here easily today—"
"Wen Zhu, we know your injuries haven't healed yet and you need the Li Gu Pill to recuperate. How about this, hand over your sword manual, and this bottle of Li Gu Pill is yours!" An inner disciple took out a bottle of pills from his robes and looked at the young man with a contemptuous smile.
"Hehe, Wenzhu, I heard you can't even afford the Rejuvenation Pill. This Separation-Stabilizing Pill is much more effective than the Rejuvenation Pill. After taking it, you won't have to suffer anymore. Hand over the sword manual!"
“Senior Brother Xingzhan is right! Wenzhu, your master doesn’t want you anymore. You’re such a waste. In the past ten years, your cultivation has not been able to compare with Senior Brother Xingzhan’s. It’s a waste to keep that sword technique in your hands. Rather than letting a pearl be covered in dust, you might as well give it to Senior Brother Xingzhan. Next month, the four major sects will open the Youle Valley Secret Realm. If you give the sword technique to Senior Brother Xingzhan, he can bring glory to his sect!”
It's unclear what words angered him, but the usually indifferent young man suddenly said in a deep voice, "Get out of the way!"
The pressure of a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator was released instantly.
Everyone was startled.
Xing Zhan exclaimed in astonishment, "You're at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage? How could this be? Your injuries... how could you possibly break through?"
Wen Zhu's lips curled into a mocking smile: "My injuries have healed. Thank you all for your concern. Master did not abandon me. The sword technique that Senior Brother Xingzhan has been longing for was bestowed upon me by Master. If Senior Brother has nothing else to attend to, Wen Zhu will take his leave."
The boy had only taken a few steps when a spirit sword blocked his path.
Wen Zhu's face darkened instantly. After a few seconds, he said, "Senior Brother Xingzhan, do you have any further instructions?"
"Wen Zhu, don't even think about leaving today if you don't hand over the sword technique!" A layer of spiritual light shone on the spirit sword. If Wen Zhu took another step forward, he would definitely be injured by the spirit blade.
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