"Can't."
Cangliu Yu caught the whip she swung at him.
The tassel brushed against my palm.
It leaves a slightly tingling sensation.
Cang Liuyu loosened his grip on the whip and clenched his large hand into a fist.
His voice became hoarse.
"I really want to crack open your brain and see what's inside."
Shen Zhiyi chuckled.
"I've got you covered."
"It's completely filled with you."
Cang Liuyu: ...
He met her grape-like eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned away. "This cannot be used as a magic artifact."
His voice was cold.
A blush crept up her ears.
Shen Zhiyi put down the small leather whip with some regret.
He picked up the bundle of red rope again.
"What about this one?"
"My senior sister said it's used to tie people up."
She tied the rope around her body, looped it around her neck and shoulders, and made a suffocating face.
"Like this."
She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.
Somewhat puzzled, he loosened the rope, "This doesn't seem to be very effective."
She tossed the rope aside, somewhat dejected.
Cang Liuyu stared at her fleeting pink tongue tip.
His eyes dimmed for a moment.
A strange sensation suddenly arose in the palm that had just been slapped by her, winding its way up her forearm and into her heart.
A gust of wind suddenly arose from somewhere.
Moonlight danced through the air, staining leaves and dust.
He remained unmoved.
His eyes were shrouded in shadow, and even his expression was indistinct.
Shen Zhiyi continued searching.
"This little medicine bottle doesn't seem to be very useful. I tried it once last time, but it didn't work very well."
"And this..."
"Tried it once?" Cang Liuyu tightened his jaw, his gaze slowly shifting downwards, his expression cold as he cut her off. "With whom?"
His tone carried an anger that he himself was unaware of.
Shen Zhiyi put down the book she had just picked up and looked up at him.
"Sword Master is even curious about this?"
"I thought you weren't interested in anything."
This is an aphrodisiac she developed herself.
She listened to the elder and used the two cows on the back mountain of the Hehuan Sect first.
As a result, whether it was due to an excessive dosage or insufficient efficacy, they all passed out.
The elders determined that her studies were unsatisfactory.
She didn't want to tell him something so embarrassing.
Cang Liuyu pursed his lips when he saw that she avoided answering.
He coldly brushed away the leaves from his robe.
"It was just a casual question."
Shen Zhiyi said "Oh," and spread out the pile of books. "These contain the essence of our Hehuan Sect's curriculum."
"Unfortunately, some parts are really obscure and difficult to understand."
"I can't find anyone to practice with."
"This shouldn't be used as a magic artifact, right?"
Cang Liuyu's face was still very sour.
With a flick of his sleeve, the pile of books vanished without a trace.
"Hey! Hey!" Shen Zhiyi exclaimed, "How did you make my book disappear?"
Cang Liuyu's voice was as cold as frost and snow: "Such dregs, and you still want to practice them?"
"If we don't destroy it, are we going to keep you around to harm your fellow disciples?"
Shen Zhiyi screamed wildly.
"I was already going to fail to graduate, and now you've even ruined all my textbooks... Cang Liuyu, you owe me back my marks!"
Cang Liuyu showed no emotion.
“If your Hehuan Sect all learn this kind of thing, then it’s better not to learn it at all.”
Shen Zhiyi sat cross-legged on the spot, full of energy.
"And what about this little bell?" She picked up the acacia bell and shook it. "Can it be used as a ritual implement?"
A series of melodies floated out.
The fish swimming beneath the surface suddenly began to swim merrily.
Behind the bushes, a male deer transformed into human form, came out upon hearing the sound, and its eyes lit up when it saw Shen Zhiyi.
Cangliu Yu Niejue.
A terrifying sword intent, shrouded in killing intent and inexplicable rage, flew straight toward the stag.
Whoosh—
It clutched its chest, collapsed to the ground, and fell silent.
Shen Zhiyi was completely unaware of this little incident.
She sat on the floor, engrossed in examining her precious bell.
Cang Liuyu spoke calmly, but his eyes were filled with coldness.
"Even a bell won't work."
This thing only incites animalistic desires; it's not even good for self-defense, let alone killing enemies.
He flipped his hand and shattered the bell. "Don't use it again."
Shen Zhiyi was completely deflated and slumped to the ground.
"This won't work, and that won't work either."
Why don't you just say so directly, let me join your sect and switch to the Path of Ruthlessness?
Cang Liuyu lowered his gaze to look at her.
After a moment of silence, he said, "If you're willing, it's not impossible."
"Stop!" Shen Zhiyi slapped the air with her hand. "You sword cultivators live such a hard life, having to endure this and that. I can't stand it."
"I still prefer our sect."
"Do whatever you want."
"How comfortable and carefree it is!"
Cang Liuyu raised his eyelashes. "Cultivation is not for pleasure and freedom."
"I don't listen to any grand principles." Shen Zhiyi snorted twice. "I just want you to tell me, now that you've broken and lost all my things, how are you going to compensate me?"
Cang Liuyu closed his eyes and felt the pulse of the four directions.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
He turned around and walked towards the river, saying, "Then I'll compensate you with a magical artifact."
...
Not far away, Su Nianyin retrieved the treasure chest from the bottom of the river.
I opened it with great excitement.
Empty...
It's empty!
She stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "How is this possible..."
"Could it be that circumstances have changed?"
She tried hard to recall her experiences in her previous life.
Suddenly, she remembered that when she was rescued from the extreme cold illusion, she had seen a figure in the distance by the river.
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