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The topic at hand revolved around Qi Xiao, which left Ye Xiuyuan feeling somewhat displeased. This was his first gathering since joining, and he should have been the center of attention. Yet, Qi Xiao's absence still managed to draw so much focus from others, which was truly irritating.
Especially when he heard that the usually carefree Fifth Senior Sister was being so considerate, Ye Xiuyuan's displeasure reached its peak. He pressed his lips together, wearing a sullen expression.
"Senior Brother, do you still dislike me? If so, I might as well leave first," he thought to himself.
A cool breeze swept by, and before he could finish his thought, he covered his mouth and began to cough.
Lan Wanyu looked worried as she patted his back to help him sit down, offering him a cup of tea. Her usually gentle voice carried a hint of irritation.
"Making everyone wait here for you while causing Junior Brother Ye to catch a chill is simply unacceptable. Aren't you supposed to be healing? I’ll go check on how your recovery is progressing."
Feng Hongying rolled her eyes and casually spoke up, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate? Healing is important too; what if we disturb him and cause complications?"
Lan Wanyu's tone turned colder. "When is it not a good time to heal? It seems like he's doing this on purpose; perhaps he's concocting excuses to deceive you. Fifth Senior Sister, you're too naive—don't let him fool you."
Feng Hongying shrugged her shoulders, appearing indifferent to the situation.
Without further ado, Lan Wanyu directly began to chant the Wind Control Technique and left with a flick of her sleeve.
The door of the cave was knocked on again, this time more restrained, but it only made Qi Xiao more irritable. Previously, when he was at the front mountain, the people of Qingjing Peak found him bothersome everywhere he went. Now that he had moved here to live alone, they still wouldn’t leave him alone and insisted on coming one by one.
Suppressing his anger, Qi Xiao suddenly opened the door and saw a figure in flowing blue robes outside. His displeasure became even more apparent.
"What brings Fourth Senior Sister here?" he asked coldly.
"I want to know why you didn’t go this time," she replied.
"I'm in the middle of training; I don't have time," he said curtly.
"But Fifth Junior Sister said you were healing," she countered.
Qi Xiao paused for a moment before realizing that Feng Hongying had returned empty-handed and was trying to cover for herself. He scoffed lightly and nodded.
"Then let her think I'm healing."
Lan Wanyu frowned tightly, utterly disappointed.
"How long are you going to keep this up? Whether you accept it or not, it's a fact that Brother Ye has joined our sect. No matter what you do, this won't change."
"I'm not causing trouble. Cultivation is important. Missing a small gathering isn't unprecedented. Just because of Brother Ye, do I have to delay my own training?"
Lan Wanyu furrowed her brows and fell silent for a long time.
After waiting for a while, Qi Xiao saw that she remained motionless and decided to directly send her away. If the Senior Sister had nothing else, then she should leave first.
With a light sigh, Lan Wanyu took out a bottle of healing medicine from her sleeve. "I know you're injured. This medicine might be of some use."
Qi Xiao shook his head. "No need, I have my own medicine."
Lan Wanyu was certain he was lying; effective medicine for foundational injuries was not easy to come by. As a pill cultivator, she found it difficult to obtain such remedies, so how could Qi Xiao have them?
Seeing Qi Xiao prepare to turn and leave, she felt a pang of anxiety and grabbed his arm. "This is not a trivial matter; don't be willful."
Then, with her right hand, she lowered two fingers and pressed them against Qi Xiao's pulse.
Qi Xiao instinctively resisted but was easily subdued by Lan Wanyu's spiritual power, unable to move.
As he struggled, his sleeve was pushed up, revealing a glaring scar.
The scar was slightly raised and uneven, as if it had been burned by fire.
Lan Wanyu looked surprised. "What happened to you?"
Qi Xiao moved slightly and realized the difference in their realms was like heaven and earth; even though Lan Wanyu was just a delicate Golden Core cultivator, she could easily suppress him with her spiritual power.
He couldn't resist, so he simply feigned ignorance and smirked sarcastically. "Can't you see it, Senior Sister?"
Lan Wanyu's astonishment deepened.
She recognized it immediately, which was why she was so shocked, fearing she had misread the situation.
The burn marks on his skin—if she wasn't mistaken—were caused by Fifth Junior Sister's Red Lotus Technique.
Fifth Junior Sister had a fire spirit root and had specifically cultivated a fire-based technique called the Red Lotus Technique.
In the heat of battle, one could unleash flames through this technique, making it quite powerful in actual combat.
Thus, the sect had deemed the Red Lotus Technique a high-risk technique and prohibited its use during daily training or inflicting harm on fellow disciples; violators would be punished.
But now, how could burn marks from the Red Lotus Technique appear on a junior brother?
What... what on earth happened?
Lan Wanyu was taken aback, her grip loosening. Qi Xiao broke free from her hands, rubbing his wrists with little reaction.
The Red Lotus Technique had been banned by the sect, and the Fifth Senior Sister wanted to find someone to practice with but couldn’t, so naturally, she came to me.
This is impossible; the Fifth Junior Sister isn’t that kind of person!
With the Red Lotus Technique forbidden, how could the Fifth Junior Sister possibly use such a method to spar with her junior brother? Moreover, their realms were vastly different; if they were to spar, it would be one-sided.
If things went wrong, someone could get hurt in the process. How could the Fifth Junior Sister do such a thing?
Qi Xiao’s expression darkened as he recalled past events. He didn’t believe it, and neither did the Fourth Senior Sister; it was clear how well Feng Hongying had deceived them!
He gritted his teeth and forced a smile before turning to walk into the cave. If the Fourth Senior Sister didn’t believe it, she could go ask the Fifth Junior Sister herself for clarification.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cave door slammed shut with a loud bang.
Lan Wanyu wanted to ask more questions but couldn’t find anyone. She took a deep breath and turned back.
Feng Hongying spat out a sunflower seed shell, still waiting to see the commotion. But as soon as she saw the girl in blue return, she grabbed her arm and pulled her up from her seat.
Feng Hongying stuttered, “Fourth… Fourth Senior Sister, what’s wrong?”
Lan Wanyu’s expression was grim as she fixed her gaze on her. “What happened to your injuries?”
Feng Hongying’s face turned slightly panicked; her eyes darted around as she gently brushed Lan Wanyu’s hand aside and spoke softly, “Fourth Senior Sister, did you hear something from somewhere? That’s all nonsense; you mustn’t believe it!”
Lan Wanyu’s expression grew colder. “If you didn’t know, your first reaction should have been to ask me about my injuries. But you skipped that question entirely, which shows you already knew about them.”
“Are you going to tell me or not?”
Lan Wanyu was usually gentle, but it was rare for her to speak so sternly. The others present sensed something was off and hurried over to mediate.
“Junior Sister, if there’s something to say, let’s take our time. What’s going on right now?”
“Yeah, what exactly happened? You should tell us first.”
Lan Wanyu released Feng Hongying, feeling conflicted as she stepped aside and spoke softly.
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