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Under the interrogation of the two, Yu Miaoyin finally revealed the truth. Upon calculating the time, she realized that she had embezzled six or seven mid-grade spirit stones from Qi Xiao.
Song Xiaoling slammed her palm on the table, "Junior Sister, how could you be so unreasonable?" Six or seven mid-grade spirit stones could even equal the salary of a small sect elder. It was shocking that Yu Miaoyin dared to take such a large sum.
Yu Miaoyin hurriedly defended herself, "But it was the junior brother who agreed! Did he not know whether he had received the spirit stones? He was willing to give them to me; what wrong have I done?"
Su Lingyue shook her head and sighed, feeling deeply disappointed in her. "Miaoyin, is this how you behave as a senior sister? What you’re doing is no different from those bullies who oppress outer disciples and collect protection fees."
Yu Miaoyin's face turned even paler as she continued to argue, "I did nothing wrong! He willingly gave them to me; how can giving be compared to stealing?"
Song Xiaoling paused, her beautiful eyes narrowing. "Then why did you come to me to complain just now?"
Thinking about how she almost believed Yu Miaoyin's words and became the indiscriminate villain, Song Xiaoling felt an urge to knock some sense into her head.
Unaware of the situation, Su Lingyue listened as Song Xiaoling explained. After hearing it all, Su Lingyue was also taken aback. "So you took so many spirit stones from Junior Brother Qi, and now that he doesn’t want to give more and is asking for them back, you came here to complain?"
Yu Miaoyin licked her lips, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as she tried to explain. However, she despairingly realized that Senior Sister’s words seemed undeniably accurate.
With a disappointed sigh and a serious expression, Su Lingyue said, "Miaoyin, this time you've really gone too far."
Song Xiaoling nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Especially since you even thought of turning this around on him—that's beyond excessive."
In the end, Su Lingyue made a decision. "Since Xiao Liu has taken the bag of holding and feels this matter is settled, then you need not bring it up again."
Yu Miaoyin's expression turned sulky and extremely disappointed. Reluctantly, she replied with an "oh," but in her heart, she resolved to find a way to reclaim her standing.
In the back mountain, inside the cave dwelling, Qi Xiao poured out a pile of items from his bag of holding.
Inside were many wondrous objects. However, in his previous life, he had only heard about these things; he had never seen them with his own eyes. Now confronted with them all at once, he couldn't quite grasp their uses.
But that was fine; he had plenty of time to explore them slowly. He scanned over the pile of treasures.
Qi Xiao's gaze fell upon a dirty orb, recognizing it as the renowned Soul Calming Pearl from his previous life. He used a spiritual spring to wash away the grime on its surface and then dripped a drop of his blood onto it. In no time, the blood seemed to be absorbed by the pearl, gradually disappearing and revealing a flawless, luminous surface.
The pearl began to glow softly, resembling the moon as it emitted a faint white radiance. This Soul Calming Pearl had one purpose: to help focus the mind and nurture the soul. It was said that with enough time worn, even the souls of those who had scattered could be restored to their original state.
Qi Xiao felt this claim was somewhat exaggerated, yet it indirectly highlighted the pearl's efficacy. Just holding it in his hand and bringing it closer made him feel remarkably refreshed, his spirit clearer than before. Even though his soul was uninjured, wearing this pearl would still benefit his connection to the world and understanding of the great Dao.
He then took out several spirit-gathering stones and placed them around the stone platform, setting up a simple spirit-gathering array. Afterward, he donned the Soul Calming Pearl and sat cross-legged within it, closing his eyes to meditate.
Unbeknownst to him, as time passed and the stars shifted, dawn broke. After a night had passed, Qi Xiao exhaled a breath of stale air, feeling significantly more at ease; indeed, this pearl was a remarkable item. He could vaguely sense that his scattered soul had solidified considerably, and the hidden injuries were beginning to heal.
If his soul improved, he would be able to cultivate faster towards Foundation Establishment in preparation for the upcoming Xiaonan Mountain secret realm in half a month. Qi Xiao took out a grain of sustenance pill and swallowed it before practicing the basic sword technique of the Carefree Sect—the Tianyi Sword Technique—outside the cave for a while.
Once he felt he had practiced enough, he changed into another set of clothes and slowly made his way toward the Cold Moon Palace at the mountain's peak. Without flying talismans, it was still inconvenient; he had saved some money and intended to ask a senior sister from the Alchemy Hall to refine one for him again.
It took him nearly an hour to reach the Cold Moon Palace, and he felt beads of sweat forming on his cheeks. Knowing that Master Han Ying preferred cleanliness, he deliberately wiped away his sweat before bowing outside the palace to request an audience.
His voice was neither loud nor weak; certainly, Han Ying, a cultivator in the Transformation Stage, would have heard him. Yet she remained silent for an extended period. Qi Xiao understood this was Han Ying’s way of making things difficult for him; mentioning Bi Xiao Pavilion last time had likely displeased her.
With a sigh of resignation, Qi Xiao stood outside waiting. Two hours passed without any sign of Han Ying appearing; instead, he encountered two individuals he did not wish to see at all.
"Ah, Junior Brother Qi, why are you waiting outside?" Yu Miaoyin came over, circling around Qi Xiao with feigned concern while her words dripped with schadenfreude.
Ye Xiuyuan suppressed a smile at the corner of his lips and kindly offered an explanation for Qi Xiao. "Perhaps Master is so engrossed in cultivation that she didn't hear you."
Yu Miaoyin burst into laughter, her shoulders shaking as if she couldn't stop herself.
"Junior Brother Qi, why not try sounding a bit more pitiful? Perhaps Master will soften and summon you," one of them suggested.
Qi Xiao remained indifferent, his expression calm as he ignored their words, not even sparing them a glance.
Yu Miaoyin felt a surge of annoyance. This Qi Xiaoliu had already been abandoned by Master, yet he still pretended to be aloof in front of her. Did he think she wouldn’t help him convey a kind word if he asked?
That stubborn little brat, just waiting here like a fool.
With that thought, Yu Miaoyin turned and pulled Ye Xiuyuan towards the door.
Master Hanying had granted permission for Ye Xiuyuan to enter without needing to request an audience.
However, Ye Xiuyuan stayed rooted in place, worry etched on his face as he looked at Qi Xiao. "Senior Brother Qi, waiting here isn’t a solution. Why don’t I go in and speak to Master on your behalf?"
Qi Xiao couldn’t be bothered with them, treating the two as if they were merely jesters jumping around before him.
Frustration bubbled within Yu Miaoyin as she tugged at Ye Xiuyuan again. "Why do you care? If he wants to wait, let him wait. You may have good intentions, but that doesn’t mean he’ll appreciate them."
"And who was it yesterday that tried to steal the alchemical materials I prepared for you?" she added indignantly.
Ye Xiuyuan was momentarily taken aback, feeling wronged but still managing a strained smile, trying to appear magnanimous. "Senior Brother Qi didn’t mean it; perhaps he was just momentarily angry."
"Momentarily angry? Yesterday he nearly cornered me at the Linglang Pavilion!" Yu Miaoyin retorted, her anger flaring up again.
How could Senior Brother Qi treat Ye Xiuyuan so poorly when he was so kind to him? Why would he even think about snatching away the gift she had prepared for Ye Xiuyuan?
How could there be such malicious people in this world?
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