Chapter 11 Don't... get too close, it might offend...
Sheng Zhiyi gripped the scabbard with one hand and the hilt with the other, drew a section of the clear, flowing blade, and stood in front of Ji Fuguang, looking up at him.
Above the bamboo shoots, a slender woman stood suspended in mid-air.
She wore her hair in a high bun, a soft, emerald-green gauze top with wide sleeves, and a long, pleated skirt with scattered pink flowers. Her index finger was slightly bent, and her thumb was pinched on top of her index finger. A spiritual light appeared between her fingers, indicating that she was preparing to cast a spell.
"May I ask who you are?"
Sheng Zhiyi was filled with doubts, but neither she nor Ji Fuguang had any power to resist them at the moment, and could only do their best to keep the newcomers calm.
She looked up and smiled.
"My senior brother and I are new to this place and are unfamiliar with its rules. If we have offended you in any way, please forgive us. Is this forest your territory? We'll leave now."
As she spoke, she lifted her foot and took a step to the side.
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman released a spell.
A sharp white light swept over her head, and Sheng Zhiyi instinctively dodged to the side, but her cheek was already injured by the spiritual energy, leaving a bloody mark, and blood gushed from the wound.
A beam of white light shot to Sheng Zhiyi's feet, causing rocks to shatter and dirt to fly everywhere, making her afraid to move any further.
"Wait! Who said you could leave!"
The woman snorted coldly, staring intently at the two of them.
Sheng Zhiyi was both shocked and furious. How could someone be so unreasonable, resorting to murder at the slightest disagreement, completely disregarding the lives of others?
But when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. She could only suppress her temper and say:
“Young lady, is there some misunderstanding? We are both disciples of the Tianyan Sect. I have never left the mountain, and my senior brother is a gentleman with a strong sense of righteousness and integrity. He has never done anything immoral or immoral. Why do you have to shout for war right from the start?”
Her words only fueled the anger of the woman in the pink dress, who raised her eyebrows and her face contorted with rage. She sneered:
"Holding high moral ground and being upright and honest? What a mouth you have to twist the truth! You two, one hypocritical and ruthless, the other shameless, are a perfect match!"
In the end, bringing up his senior brother and himself was actually quite helpful.
People around him always say that, which might actually give Ji Fuguang the wrong impression that the two of them should get closer.
But all the previous attributions were wrong!
Sheng Zhiyi was filled with doubt. Leaving aside whether she was shameless or not, was Ji Fuguang hypocritical and heartless? This was truly the biggest joke of the year!
But it didn't seem like the woman didn't recognize them. From their conversation, it seemed like she had mistaken them for each other due to some misunderstanding.
"girl……"
Sheng Zhiyi spoke again, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Shut up! Enough with the nonsense! If you dare open your mouth again, I'll cut your tongue out!"
The woman in the pink dress threatened coldly, then made another hand seal. A flash of light appeared, and the Binding Rope appeared, tightly binding the two women's wrists together.
She turned and flew forward. On the ground, the two people were pulled by the Spirit-Binding Rope and followed her involuntarily.
"Senior brother...you didn't offend someone when you went down the mountain before, did you?"
Sheng Zhiyi gazed at the woman in the pink dress's retreating figure, lowered her voice, and quietly asked.
Ji Fuguang lowered his phoenix eyes slightly, his long eyelashes falling on his eyelids, and curled the corners of his lips into a slight smile.
"Junior Sister, am I that kind of person?"
Sheng Zhiyi nodded as she pondered.
That's right, Ji Fuguang has always been a man of principle and only knows how to eliminate evil, so how could he offend anyone...
Suddenly, she thought of something, opened her eyes wide, and stared at the back of the woman in the pink dress.
The more I looked, the more certain my guess became.
This woman in the pink dress also wore a lotus-patterned dress and had a peach-blossom face. She was also very familiar with the secret realm, so she must be related to the little flower fairy. Perhaps she is even a relative of the little flower fairy.
Remembering how the little flower fairy led the way for them, only to be injured in the end, it's no wonder their relatives were so furious after learning the whole story, blaming them for being despicable and shameless.
Sheng Zhiyi turned her head, her almond-shaped eyes staring blankly at Ji Fuguang, her expression complex and hard to decipher.
"Senior brother..."
"It can only be related to the little flower fairy," Ji Fuguang raised an eyebrow, his voice gentle, "Junior Sister, do you regret it?"
The gentle, soothing tone carried a hint of anticipation.
This world is inherently a dog-eat-dog world, a life-or-death struggle. If we had acted decisively back then, we wouldn't have suffered this calamity.
Being tolerant of others is being cruel to yourself.
Junior sister, don't you think so?
Sheng Zhiyi nodded repeatedly with a bitter face, looking pitifully at Ji Fuguang.
"Yes, senior brother, I really regret it! We shouldn't have treated that little flower fairy so badly back then. No wonder her relatives came looking for revenge. Actually, we can't blame them. If it were me, and you were hurt by someone, I would definitely find a way to get revenge too."
Although Ji Fuguang was the instigator this time, Sheng Zhiyi was very considerate of his feelings.
Ji Fuguang is good in every way, except that he is a little too insistent on the opposition between humans and transgender people, but that's not a big mistake!
Presumably, this incident will change his mind.
The fact that he just asked if he regretted it shows that he's starting to waver.
Once he leaves the secret realm, he should be able to let go of his obsession and focus on dealing with the demons.
Sheng Zhiyi sighed inwardly, then looked down and rummaged through her storage bag, trying to find something precious to apologize for.
Jade Complexion Preservation Pill... half a pill...
Butterflies fluttering, flowers blooming... the bottle was almost empty...
The flowing, colorful dress... has a hole in it...
"hehe."
Sheng Zhiyi couldn't help but laugh out loud.
I can't help but laugh at myself for being so poor.
Your formal name is "Handyman," and your nickname is "Scrap Collector," right?
She looked up at Ji Fuguang.
But then Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes, revealing a small red mole on his eyelid, as if he were pondering something.
Just as Sheng Zhiyi was about to speak, she heard him slowly say, "Junior Sister, I have thought about this for a long time. If one day I am injured by someone else and I have to rely on you to avenge me, then..."
"How is it?" Sheng Zhiyi asked, somewhat expectantly.
So, were you moved by what I just said?
"Then perhaps the Tianyan Sect is already in dire straits. Junior Sister, you should hide in the mortal world as soon as possible and not make any rash moves."
Ji Fuguang's voice was serious, with a hint of concern, making him appear like a good senior brother who had made amends for his junior sister.
Sheng Zhiyi couldn't be happy at all. She glared at Ji Fuguang and held out her hand to him, making a few loose clenching motions with her fingers.
"Stop dreaming, give it to me now."
"What does Junior Sister want?" Ji Fuguang raised his eyebrows, seemingly puzzled.
“Oh dear, we didn’t handle this matter very well, so we definitely need to apologize to them. To show our sincerity, we should give them something.” Sheng Zhiyi leaned closer and lowered her voice. “I really don’t have anything to offer right now. Do you have any treasured magical artifacts or items that you can give to the little flower fairy later?”
Fearing that Ji Fuguang might have unresolved grievances and be too embarrassed to admit them, she advised, "It's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. If we clear up this misunderstanding and make peace, wouldn't that be better for both of us? Otherwise, we'll just create unnecessary enmity and cause more trouble."
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was pleading with him.
She was anxious and guilty, and also afraid of offending him; her efforts were truly painstaking.
Under Sheng Zhiyi's expectant gaze, he slowly shook his head:
"Giving gifts? I've never done that in my life."
The light in Sheng Zhiyi's eyes faded instantly. She lowered her head in frustration and, unwilling to give up, rummaged through her storage bag again.
Alas, it's really difficult for a righteous gentleman like Ji Fuguang to give gifts. I'd better think of a solution myself.
Just when I was at my wit's end, the system's voice suddenly rang in my mind:
[Good afternoon, player Sheng Zhiyi!]
[A new strategy guide has been released. Please check your inbox.]
[Strategy Task: Tidy Ji Fuguang's clothes with gentleness and care to gain his favor.]
[Task Reward: 100 points]
[Punishment for failure: Extinction of existence]
[Task completion countdown: 06:00:00]
[Please complete the current strategy mission as soon as possible!]
It's like a pillow coming just when I was sleepy!
Sheng Zhiyi was so happy she wanted to jump for joy. With system points, she could exchange them for items in the Treasure Pavilion and give them to the little flower fairy. Maybe that would turn hostility into friendship!
And it was just a matter of straightening one's clothes, much simpler than the previous task.
Ji Fuguang was right beside her; the task could be completed immediately.
Sheng Zhiyi turned around and looked at Ji Fuguang, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with a smile again.
She raised her hand, wanting to reach for Ji Fuguang's collar—
Hmm? Why can't I pull it?
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that both of their wrists were bound by the same spirit-binding rope. At this moment, Ji Fuguang's wrist was hanging down in front of her, and she tried her best to lift her wrist, stretching the spirit-binding rope into a straight line, but she still couldn't reach Ji Fuguang's clothes.
Sheng Zhiyi tried several times, but Ji Fuguang's handprints remained unmoved and could not be changed in the slightest.
“Senior brother,” she smiled, looking up at Ji Fuguang, “I noticed your clothes are a bit disheveled. Since you can’t move around easily right now, let me straighten them for you, shall I?”
We've been through thick and thin together, so hurry up and say yes!
Ji Fuguang hesitated for a moment, "Such a trivial matter..."
Yes, it's just a small thing, let me do it!
"No need for you to trouble yourself, Junior Sister. I can handle it myself."
He looked at Sheng Zhiyi with a smile in his phoenix eyes, his manner gentle and refined, his demeanor dignified and polite.
"It's alright, it's alright," Sheng Zhiyi quickly said. "Let me do it for you, you can't see it clearly."
“How can this be?” Ji Fuguang frowned and lectured Sheng Zhiyi, “Junior Sister, although there are countless methods in the cultivation world, the etiquette between men and women is universal. You are no longer a child, and you should be mindful of your words and actions. Do not… be too intimate and cause gossip.”
Sheng Zhiyi interrupted him, "Senior brother, this is a matter of life and death. How can we care about so much? We may have to meet the patriarch of the Little Flower Demon Clan later. You are the chief disciple of the Tianyan Sect. If you are not properly dressed, wouldn't that be disrespectful in front of others?"
Ji Fuguang always prioritized the big picture, so he couldn't refuse this reason.
As expected, Ji Fuguang fell silent upon hearing this.
Sheng Zhiyi raised her hand, her fingers gently stroking Ji Fuguang's clothes to straighten them. Through several layers of clothing, she seemed to smell the cool, refreshing scent of pear blossoms emanating from Ji Fuguang.
He withdrew his arm and waited quietly for a few moments, but the mission completion notification still did not sound.
Sheng Zhiyi looked at her sea of consciousness in disbelief; the mission countdown was still ticking away.
Ji Fuguang lowered his eyes, his phoenix eyes seemingly smiling yet not smiling, before instantly returning to a gentle expression.
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