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That night felt like an eternity in hell for Zhao Xin, filled with torment.
When she woke up, she felt utterly exhausted, as if her entire body had been run over by a cart, with sharp pains coursing through her.
Struggling to open her eyes, she caught sight of a man by the bed, his face filled with anticipation and surprise. Despite her weakness, she gritted her teeth and said, " Shen Yuli?"
Shen Yuli was taken aback and broke into a bright smile, exclaiming, "You recognize me?"
Though he was skilled and had a reputation, he had never ventured into the martial world and never expected that a delicate girl would know his name.
Overjoyed, Shen Yuli couldn't help but let a smile creep onto his lips, feeling a sense of pride.
Zhao Xin closed her eyes and gasped for breath, ignoring him.
She had caught a glimpse of him from afar when she sneaked into Luo Yan sect to steal the Samadhi True Fire.
Luo Yan sect was secluded from the world, and this handsome and refined disciple, Shen Yuli, appeared as if he were an otherworldly being, exuding an ethereal aura. In her astonishment, she had looked at him a few more times.
Shen Yuli reached out and gently brushed her hair away from her forehead, deep in thought. " Little Demon Star of Chaos is actually a girl; that's not good."
Upon hearing Shen Yuli refer to her as "a girl," Zhao Xin's eyes widened in shock.
In her panic, she realized that her hair was loose and her clothes had been changed. Remembering how she had been drenched in sweat last night as if submerged in water, she now felt dry inside and out. Could it be…?
She trembled violently, her originally pale face flushing with a mix of shame and anger.
In her fury, she swung her hand, aiming for Shen Yuli's face. Contrary to her expectations, the slap did not land with a resounding crack; instead, it was soft and gentle, like a lover's tender caress.
The shock in her heart completely overshadowed the strange sensation at her fingertips.
Zhao Xin stared incredulously at her own hand, her chest heaving violently. The terror in her eyes gradually transformed into bone-deep despair as she murmured, "My internal energy... my internal energy... has disappeared..."
Shen Yuli, who had just been startled by her scream, let out a sigh of relief and chuckled lightly, "I thought something serious had happened."
Seeing him so relaxed and carefree only fueled Zhao Xin's anger further. She shouted, " Shen Yuli, if you want my life, just make it quick!"
She fixed her gaze on him without moving, tears glistening in her eyes filled with hatred. Her stubborn and indignant appearance looked particularly pitiful.
Shen Yuli truly did not know how to respond to her words. He wiped the smile off his face and said earnestly, "I'm not here to kill you."
He picked up the book he had found on Zhao Xin, titled "Samadhi True Fire," and patiently explained, "This one is fake. I was worried that if it circulated in the market, someone might practice from it and go astray. That's why I reported it as false to my master and tracked it down from Luo Yan sect to here."
"What?" Zhao Xin thought to herself in shock.
Over the past few months, Zhao Xin had traveled far and wide to steal martial arts manuals. Whenever people in the martial world mentioned her, they did so with gritted teeth, and countless pursuers were after her.
Yet here was someone who had traveled such a long distance just because the manual was flawed—he was the first one to do so, and there would likely never be another.
Seeing her puzzled yet curious gaze, he further explained, "Martial arts are meant to strengthen the body. Since it is beneficial to people, why should it be kept a secret? Besides, our Luo Yan Sect is quite small; I would actually welcome a few junior disciples. If you truly spread the teachings of the Samadhi True Fire, it would serve as good promotion for our Luo Yan Sect."
He sighed and continued helplessly, "Even if you promote it, I doubt anyone would be willing to practice. It's just too grueling. Every time we recruit new disciples, they leave as soon as summer arrives. The heat is unbearable; don’t even get me started."
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