"Xiao He, do you regret taking me as your master?"

“I will never regret it.”

Tianyu looked at the sound stone and raised his head towards Sheng He with satisfaction: "I knew that you are so outstanding, Xiaohe, it must be because of your teaching. I will take this sound stone back to Junfu and Zelan to listen carefully, and let them know that there is a good senior sister like you who respects teachers and respects the way."

Sheng He: ...and play it for my fellow junior sisters!

Sheng He immediately struggled and stretched out her hand to grab it, but before she touched the sound stone, her chest suddenly felt tight, she started coughing violently, and suddenly vomited a huge clot of blood.

"No... Don't tell Junior Sister..."

Tian Yu looked at Sheng He who had fainted and was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He quickly ran towards Jing Lan's medicine garden.

"Jinglan! Jinglan! It's over. I think I pissed off my apprentice to death!"

"Jinglan! Come out quickly, Jinglan!"

“Bang!”

A loud noise suddenly erupted from the medicine garden not far away. The next moment, the originally unstable hut was blown into pieces in Tian Yu's astonished eyes.

Jinglan walked out of the hut with a face as black as the bottom of a pot. She narrowed her eyes and there was murderous aura all over her body.

"My seventh-grade elixir! Tianyu, you'd better come to me if you have something to ask, otherwise, believe it or not, I will throw you and Luo Ling into my alchemy furnace together!"

Tianyu stopped immediately, shrank his neck, and handed Sheng He, who had fainted and vomited blood, to him. He turned his head away and dared not look at Jinglan, and smiled awkwardly:

"Well, I think I pissed off my apprentice to death. Xiaolan, please be magnanimous and help me save Xiaohe."

"Is this Xiao He?"

The murderous aura disappeared instantly, and Jinglan's face returned to its pale color. She took Sheng He and gently stroked his forehead with her palm. A warm spiritual power flowed through Jinglan's palm into Sheng He's body.

Tianyu swallowed and asked anxiously, "Xiao Lan, is there still hope?"

Jinglan glanced at Tianyu and said, "Nothing serious will happen to you in my hands. As for you..."

"Hmph!" Jing Lan sneered, "Don't think you can get away with calling me Xiao Lan! My alchemy furnace exploded, and all the materials used to refine the seventh-grade anti-poison pill are wasted."

"I'll give you three days. If I don't see these things in the medicine garden after three days..."

“Hehehe!”

Jinglan sneered again, and Tianyu's body trembled subconsciously. He glanced at Shenghe worriedly and said with a flattering smile: "Don't worry, help me take good care of Xiaohe, I will go find materials for you right away, ha..."

......

Inside the Siguo Cliff, there were gusts of strong wind.

Chu Heng was in tattered clothes, leaning against the edge of the cliff. When he heard the noise, he rolled his lifeless eyes and slowly raised his head.

"I won't go, let me go!"

"My master is Xuan Xiao, he is the best swordsman in the world, even the sect master has to give him some respect, he will save me, he will definitely save me!"

"Let me go! You dare to do this to me now? When I get out, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Zhao Yanran had her hair loose and looked like a madman. Her body was tightly bound by spirit ropes. Two disciples from the Discipline Department held her on the left and right. No matter how she struggled, she was slowly being led to the bottom of the Cliff of Repentance.

One of the Discipline Department disciples was on good terms with her. Seeing Zhao Yanran's current state, he felt sorry for her and advised her, "Junior Sister Yanran, you should stop struggling. Stay at the Cliff of Repentance and reflect on your actions. Maybe the Sect Master will let you out after a while."

"Get out! Get out! It's so easy for you to say that, but why don't you come to the Cliff of Repentance to be punished for me!"

The disciple sighed, looked at Qin Lang, and both of them shook their heads and left.

Qin Lang turned around and looked at Zhao Yanran, who was still screaming loudly. There was no trace of her usual gentleness and kindness on her face.

Even the disciple of Immortal Master Xuanxiao would end up like this!

Qin Lang sighed a little, but he was secretly excited in his heart. Even if Zhao Yanran was the direct disciple of Xuanxiao Immortal Venerable, and even if she had a top-grade fire spirit root, she would still be sent to this Cliff of Repentance by him to suffer, right?

In the end, he is not as good as an ordinary inner disciple!

Qin Lang chuckled and inexplicably thought of Sheng He's figure again.

Although he was waiting in a corner of the Discipline Department today, he could see clearly that although Sheng He had five spiritual roots, the sect master said that she was already in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and from the sect master's tone, it was obvious that he had high hopes for Sheng He.

Speaking of which, Sheng He is also a disciple of Jianfeng. Although her master is Elder Tianyu, who is not as powerful as Immortal Master Xuanxiao, she can barely match him in terms of status.

Besides, today in front of the Qingyun Sect, Sheng He stared at him for a long time. Maybe because of his handsome appearance and elegant manners, he had already fallen in love with him at first sight...

Qin Lang's eyes were shining. He pinched his chin and smiled crookedly. Sheng He's appearance was exactly the type he liked. So what if he was his personal disciple? So what if he was in the middle stage of the Golden Core? So what if the sect master took a fancy to him?

When they get married, won't all the resources belonging to Sheng He be handed over to him, and in the end, won't they all be in Qin Lang's pocket?

As for Zhao Yanran...

Qin Lang shook his head regretfully. It seemed that he was destined to let down Junior Sister Yanran!

The spirit-binding rope untied automatically. Zhao Yanran looked around. When her eyes fell on the beggar-like figure on the edge of the cliff, she immediately looked away as if she was scalded.

The strong wind blew past, leaving a mark of neither deep nor shallow on her robe. If this continued, this robe would not be able to withstand such a strong wind.

Zhao Yanran tried to leave the bottom of the cliff, but before she could take a few steps, she was immediately bounced back by the barrier on the edge of the cliff.

“Hehe…”

Chu Heng stared at Zhao Yanran, making strange "ho ho" sounds in his throat. He stood up, limped to Zhao Yanran, and carefully helped her up.

Zhao Yanran looked as if she had seen a ghost. She waved her hands and shouted, "Go away! Go away now!"

“Hehe…”

Chu Heng wanted to talk to Zhao Yanran, but he had been at the bottom of the Cliff for too long without speaking and had long forgotten how to make a sound.

He was willing to take the blame for Zhao Yanran.

But his dantian was in so much pain. For so many years, he had been torn by the strong wind at the bottom of the cliff every day, and his injury had never healed even for a single day.

Today, seeing Zhao Yanran here, his long-silent heart seemed to beat again.

“Hehe…”

Yanran, are you here to accompany me?

“Hehe…”

Yanran, I knew you liked me too.

Yanran...

Chu Heng was knocked down by Zhao Yanran's punch, and then slowly got up from the ground. He approached Zhao Yanran step by step, with an obsession on his face.

“Hehe…”

Junior Sister Yanran, we must be together forever!