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After a day of traveling, I thought I had done my best to keep up with everyone, but I probably still held them back. As a result, we couldn't reach the next town before dark, and we had to camp out in the wilderness.
I sincerely apologized to everyone.
Although Wei Wuxian showed understanding of my lack of experience with long-distance walking and suggested that I ride Little Apple, I panicked and refused.
"Why?" He looked at me in confusion.
"Uh... I... I'm afraid of heights..." I answered, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Huh? Little Apple isn't that high, right? It's just a donkey!" He exclaimed incredulously, only to be met with an indignant bray from Little Apple.
"As long as my feet are off the ground, it's considered high." Sorry, but I really couldn't do it!
Thus, the suggestion was ultimately abandoned.
Finding a clear spot, Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi skillfully gathered dry branches to start a fire. Wei Wuxian comforted the tired Little Apple with an apple nearby, while Lan Wangji went off to patrol the area. I was left standing there, feeling utterly useless.
It was as awkward as it could get... I could only stand there with my head down, unsure of what to do.
"Ms. Wei, please come over here and rest," Lan Sizhui called out after the fire was lit.
I glanced at him and quietly moved to sit by the campfire in an empty spot.
"Here." He handed me a piece of dry food from his pack. "Sorry, but this is all we have for tonight."
"Ah? No need to trouble yourself; I don't need to eat, it's fine," I quickly shook my head in refusal.
"Are you really that young and already fasting? Aren't you afraid you won't grow?" Wei Wuxian came over and casually sat down next to me. "Little Flower, how long have you been maintaining this look?"
"Uh?" I was momentarily stunned. "I'm sorry, I don't know." I truly didn't know.
"After fasting, one's appearance will depend on their cultivation level. Perhaps Ms. A-Qing and Master Song are mistaken; you might actually be older than Si Chui and the others," he said with a smile as he sized me up.
Oh, how perceptive! Don't even mention Si Chui; my actual mental age might even surpass yours!
"Well... that's certainly a possibility. So, should I ask the two young gentlemen to call me 'Sister'?" I suggested with a serious tone.
Lan Jingyi beside me was immediately choked, hurriedly pounding his chest and coughing a few times before finally catching his breath to say, "Y-You're joking, right?!"
Lan Sizhui couldn't help but look dumbfounded. "This... Ms. Wei, surely you must be joking. Don't take it seriously."
Wei Wuxian burst into laughter.
"Look at your reactions; is it really that shocking? I said it's just a possibility! After all, no one can be sure otherwise. Little Flower, don't make it hard for them. Whether it's 'Sister' or 'Little Sister,' it all amounts to 'Miss,' so just stick with what you usually call her," he said with a teasing glance at me. "But really, you have no idea about your own age?"
"I'm sorry, I truly don't know." I lowered my gaze and replied softly, "After all, my master is quite casual about these matters, and I have no concept of calculating time."
I secretly glanced at my status panel, which still showed my age as sixteen after the New Year—no changes.
So, the system's rewriting must have some rules? Or perhaps there’s a limit on how many times it can be done? What are the standards? It's really hard to understand...
"I see... well, never mind; it's just an age issue, nothing serious," Wei Wuxian shrugged nonchalantly. "By the way, Little Flower, how did you handle Walking Corpse when you encountered him on Wailing Hill?"
"..." I looked at him in confusion. Wasn't this topic a bit abrupt?
In the next moment, I suddenly became alert and turned to look in a certain direction.
After leaving Wailing Hill, I momentarily let my guard down, which is why I didn’t notice it right away… No, it’s because in the past, I had relied on Xuan He Xue for vigilance while at Wailing Hill, so my sense of crisis wasn’t as sharp.
Not far ahead, a rigid, putrid figure was swaying its way toward the firelight.
“Senior Wei?” The other two also sensed it and immediately became alert.
“Wait, you two hold off for now.” Wei Wuxian turned to me. “Xiaohua, what do you think?”
Was he asking to see how I would handle this?
I nodded silently and calmly assessed the figure—since it was merely a low-level Walking Corpse that posed no threat, there was indeed no need for them to intervene.
I sat still, and when the figure approached within a certain distance, I discreetly unleashed my Pure Blade—instantly, a beam of spiritual light pierced through it. The figure trembled slightly before collapsing to the ground, motionless, returning to the state of an ordinary corpse.
“Eh? Wait! What just happened?” Lan Jingyi exclaimed in confusion.
“Senior Wei, this is…” Lan Sizhui also looked astonished.
Wei Wuxian furrowed his brows thoughtfully, slowly rising to inspect the body for a moment before returning to his seat.
“Impressive skills, Xiaohua! No wonder Master Song dared to leave you alone at Wailing Hill.”
“Thank you for the compliment,” I replied calmly.
“No, no! Senior Wei, I didn’t see anything clearly! What exactly just happened? Si Chui, did you understand?” Lan Jingyi insisted on getting to the bottom of it.
“No, I don’t understand either…” Lan Sizhui looked just as puzzled as he turned to Wei Wuxian.
"Oh, don't worry, because I didn't understand it either," Wei Wuxian said with a smile, spreading his hands. "So it seems that the only one who understands what's going on here is Little Flower. So, Little Flower, could you explain what you just did?"
Uh? I looked at them in surprise.
What’s going on? So none of them can figure it out?
"Well... I just purified the resentment from that person," I explained hesitantly.
"Purified the resentment? But I didn't see you make any moves!" Lan Jingyi asked.
"Um... it's like how you use your spiritual power to manipulate talismans; I also used my mind to guide the spiritual energy for purification."
"Huh? Don't you need to chant a spell?"
I flinched slightly at his question. "Isn't the spell supposed to be recited for others to hear?"
I had practiced this technique for a long time! Back when I had to chant in front of Song Lan, the embarrassment was so intense that I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself right there. That’s why I forced myself to practice until I could align my thoughts without needing to speak.
"So when you said you were 'Responsible for Exorcism,' you meant this... So, against such a weak opponent, you don't need to use your artifact? What a pity; I was quite looking forward to seeing it!" Wei Wuxian said with some regret.
"Yeah, for dealing with this low-level Walking Corpse, it's really unnecessary."
Basically, with my current abilities, I'd only need to use Fenghua if I encountered a group attack.
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