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During his years at Cangmin Mountain, Bai Ji devoted almost all his energy to the study of formations. He not only immersed himself in it, but also often dragged them into formations and tried to break them together.
Perhaps influenced by Bai Ji, the four disciples of Cangmin Mountain have all gained considerable experience in the art of formations, each developing their own unique style.
Even those like Baichuan and Qin Wu, who aren't particularly outstanding in formations, can skillfully and accurately set up a practical isolation or protective formation in a very short time.
The small, square courtyard where they were temporarily residing appeared ordinary, but in reality, it was filled with at least ten different arrays, layer upon layer. The three of them used their own arrays, one after another, interlocking yet operating smoothly without interfering with each other.
It can be said that this courtyard is now an impregnable fortress. Let alone a person with ulterior motives, even a mosquito that doesn't know its place would have to pay a toll to get close, let alone other cultivators with ill intentions.
Fortunately, no one has come to cause trouble these days. Perhaps it was Yun Qian's ability to create the "Return Formation" out of thin air on the first day that had already intimidated some of the restless individuals.
Back in her room, Yun Qian's heart stirred, and she summoned Xiao Hei. She was still worried about Bai Chuan's increasingly severe cough.
Although Xiao Hei doesn't look like a proper divine weapon, it has slumbered in the Chaos Realm for countless years, possessing vast knowledge and making it a veritable living ancient book. Over the past hundred years, Yun Qian has long been accustomed to consulting it on all sorts of difficult questions.
The sword gleamed with dark light. Little Black seemed to have just been awakened from its slumber, its tone tinged with obvious laziness and dissatisfaction: "Why did you call this sword out?"
Yun Qian didn't stand on ceremony with it. She stretched out two fingers, pinched its cold blade, and gently shook it.
"What are you doing?!" The sudden tremor made Xiao Hei bristle instantly. The sword hummed, broke free from Yun Qian's grasp, and hovered in mid-air, glaring angrily at her. If swords had eyes, "Speak up! Stop touching me!"
Seeing that it was fully awake, Yun Qian got to the point, her tone filled with deep concern: "Bai Chuan's cough has become more and more frequent and severe lately."
"I really don't know!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Hei immediately answered, the tip of his sword trembling slightly, as if eager to prove his innocence. "If I knew any way to cure it, I would have told you long ago! Why wait until today?"
It floated to Yun Qian's side, its sword slightly tilted forward, and its tone was unusually solemn: "Yun Qian, over the past hundred years, you have asked me about Bai Chuan's cough no less than a hundred times."
It paused, its voice lowering slightly: "I am your sword, connected to your soul, and I would never lie to you. If I knew, I would speak frankly."
Yun Qian sighed softly; she had actually expected this answer long ago. She had practically worn out the mountains of medical books and ancient texts in the Cangmin Mountain Library, but she still couldn't find any record of a cure for Baichuan's cough.
Fortunately, apart from this persistent cough, Baichuan had no other health problems, and his spiritual energy flowed smoothly.
But this cough alone is very torturous when it flares up. Now, Baichuan coughs for a long time at a time, his face is pale and his breathing is disordered. Yun Qian sees this and feels pain in her heart.
After all, he was her junior brother whom she had watched grow up. As his senior sister, it was the most painful feeling to see him suffer from illness while she was helpless.
“However…” Xiao Hei changed the subject, slightly turning his sword as if in thought, “you might want to ask that annoying fox.”
"Lin Huaiyu?"
“That’s right,” Xiao Hei affirmed. “Lin Huaiyu can sit on those nine chairs on the Wuji Platform not just because he inherited the power of the gods. Since its establishment, Tianyan Mountain has been the most adept at judging people and flattering the weak. Anyone who is respected by them so much, and even regarded as an elder, must have something extraordinary about them.”
It circled Yun Qian slowly once and continued its analysis: "Moreover, the Nine-Tailed God Clan is an ancient and powerful clan with a long history and profound heritage. The secrets and knowledge they possess are far beyond what ordinary sects can match. Perhaps their inherited memories contain records or solutions for such intractable diseases."
Xiao Hei's analysis makes sense. An ancient divine race capable of producing chosen ones to inherit divine power must possess a vast collection of ancient texts and secret records, which may indeed contain clues that she has been searching for but cannot find.
Since Lin Huaiyu is currently very interested in her, perhaps we can try to take advantage of this.
With that thought, Yun Qian no longer hesitated. In a flash, she left the courtyard and stepped into the woods shrouded in night.
The moonlight was like water, casting dappled shadows on the trees. Yun Qian strolled slowly along the familiar forest path, circling it three times. Usually at this time, the fox with its keen sense of smell would have already appeared from some corner, but today, the forest was unusually quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.
Did he not come today?
Well, this matter is urgent, but a day or two won't make a difference. We can find another opportunity to inquire another day. With that thought, Yun Qian changed direction and prepared to return to Sifang Courtyard.
However, she had only taken a few steps when a tall, slender white figure, as if having been waiting for a long time, suddenly appeared in her path, blocking her way.
At this time, in this place, and in this manner, it's obvious who it is.
Yun Qian looked up and saw Lin Huaiyu loosely tying some of her hair back with a fine jade hair ring under the moonlight. She looked less lazy and more elegant and noble.
Why did he change his hair accessories today?
Yun Qian's attention was drawn to this seemingly insignificant detail. The jade hair ring, peeking out from among his dark hair, inexplicably captivated her gaze.
A triumphant smile played on Lin Huaiyu's lips, her beautiful peach blossom eyes shining brightly in the moonlight. "Looking for me?"
"Yes." Yun Qian nodded frankly.
"Then you're really too impatient." Lin Huaiyu gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and a jade-bone folding fan appeared out of thin air in his hand. It unfolded with a "whoosh." "In the past, I would wait for you for a whole day and night, but today, you just walked around this forest a few times and didn't see me before you were planning to go back? You really have no patience."
Yun Qian didn't believe his half-joking complaint. But she had something on her mind today and didn't want to argue with him, so she went straight to the point and asked, "Did you see my junior brother on the Wuji Platform today?"
"You mean... the one who coughed a few times after going on stage and then coughed his opponent off the stage?" Lin Huaiyu raised an eyebrow, his tone slightly mocking.
Yun Qian ignored his strange description and nodded: "Yes."
Lin Huaiyu looked down at her, the moonlight casting a small shadow under his thick eyelashes. After a few seconds, he slowly spoke, his tone certain: "I guess Miss Yun wants to ask me if there is a way to cure his cough."
"Exactly." Yun Qian didn't beat around the bush and admitted it directly. If she needed Lin Huaiyu's help, she would ask openly and honestly. Waiting for him to give it to her or testing her indirectly was never her style.
Lin Huaiyu continued to stare at her intently. His gaze was gentle, yet it carried an unmistakable directness and probing, as if he wanted to see into her heart through her eyes.
Yun Qianxin understood from that look that he probably wouldn't agree to help so easily.
Sure enough, the next second, the cunning fox lazily shook the folding fan in his hand, a charming smile curving his lips, and said in a drawn-out tone, "Miss Yun, even if you ask me for help, you will still have to charge a fee."
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