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Lan Wanyu shook her head, anxiously watching the shopkeeper leave without paying him any mind.
Ye Xiuyuan's eyes flickered with a hint of reluctance. Ever since Qi Xiao left Qingjing Peak, the senior sisters had seemed somewhat distracted, and even the attention they used to give him had diminished significantly. In recent days, the amount of affinity he had managed to gather from Lan Wanyu was less than half of what it used to be.
Despite his hard work, the affinity he had painstakingly accumulated was only eighty. He needed just a bit more; once he reached ninety, he could seize Lan Wanyu's fortune!
He was burning with impatience, which was why he had tried every means to accompany Lan Wanyu on this outing. However, throughout their journey, she had only focused on the patients in the pharmacy and hadn’t spared him a thought. So far, he hadn’t managed to gather even a trace of affinity.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiuyuan clenched his fists tightly, his expression darkening.
"Sister, what are you looking at?"
Lan Wanyu seemed lost in thought as she slowly withdrew her gaze from the street. Just a moment ago, she had thought she saw a glimpse of Xiao Liu. But when that person turned around, it was just an unrelated face.
She rubbed her forehead gently, feeling that perhaps she was just exhausted and confused. How could Xiao Liu be here?
Ye Xiuyuan also glanced at the street and noticed nothing of interest—only a young cultivator draped in a black cloak and dressed shabbily, who looked somewhat familiar. The figure's back reminded him of someone who had left Qingjing Peak. Could it be that Sister was just looking at him?
Ye Xiuyuan's heart tightened as he pressed his hand against his chest and gasped softly, his complexion growing pale.
Lan Wanyu noticed his condition and quickly took out a pill from her jade ring, urging him to swallow it. After a moment, Ye Xiuyuan regained his composure and forced a smile as he lifted his face.
"Thank you, Sister."
Lan Wanyu gently patted his back and replied indifferently with an "Mm," her brows slightly furrowed. Then Ye Xiuyuan watched in disbelief as her affinity actually decreased slightly, dropping from eighty to seventy-nine.
What? How did her affinity decrease?
Lan Wanyu said lightly, "Junior Brother is unwell; you should rest at Qingjing Peak instead of accompanying me on this trip."
Ye Xiuyuan clutched his collar, looking somewhat distressed. "I... I’m just worried about you, Sister."
Lan Wanyu suddenly furrowed her brow. What was there to worry about? The junior disciple should be focusing on himself the most.
Ye Xiuyuan forced an awkward smile, his gaze fixed on the decreasing sensitivity above her head, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
The sensitivity continued to drop for Lan Wanyu. Why was that? Ever since Qi Xiao left Qingjing Peak, everything had gone wrong for him. Was it really right to have kept Qi Xiao behind?
Impossible. If Qi Xiao had stayed, how would he have had the chance to replace him? But why...
Could it be that Lan Wanyu was already starting to find him tiresome? Finding him a burden, someone who needed constant care?
At this thought, Ye Xiuyuan nearly lost his balance, gripping the handrail tightly as his knuckles turned white.
Meanwhile, Qi Xiao walked down the street and felt an inexplicable urge to look back, but saw nothing at all.
Lu Yuanqi, junior disciple, what are you looking at?
Qi Xiao scratched his head, puzzled about where that strange feeling had come from. It was probably just a mistake in perception.
Lu Yuan couldn't help but murmur, "Junior Brother Qi, ever since you started practicing your technique, you've become paranoid. You haven't encountered any issues with your cultivation, have you?"
How could that be? This technique only made my spirit stronger and more perceptive.
At this point, Qi Xiao seemed to realize something—had he not felt wrong just now? He turned back again but still saw nothing.
After leaving Shacheng, Qi Xiao and Lu Yuan hunted around several nearby mountain peaks.
Lu Yuan was a body cultivator; after beating the beasts senseless, he easily ended their lives.
However, the beasts that fell into Qi Xiao's hands were not so fortunate. After beating them up thoroughly, he would spare their lives and instead feed them medicine, allowing them time to recuperate.
Then it was back to feeding them medicine, beating them up again, feeding them medicine once more...
Days passed like this until Qi Xiao swallowed a handful of recovery pills and faced a spider that stood as tall as two men before him.
The spider saw him and immediately assumed a fighting stance but trembled all over before turning tail and fleeing.
So terrifying! How could a cultivator keep beating up beasts like this? As long as they didn’t die, just keep hitting them!
It was hard enough to be on the brink of death only to be revived by a handful of spiritual medicine.
After days of tormenting it, the spider no longer resembled its former fierce self; it just wanted to escape!
But as it turned around, it found itself face-to-face with a muscular young cultivator who stepped forward and blocked its path.
The spider trembled uncontrollably.
Qi Xiao scratched his head in confusion—why did all these beasts want to run away? I’m not going to kill you!
He does not kill, but what he does is far more distressing than killing them!
Qi Xiao watched as the spider trembled, and a hint of guilt finally emerged in the heart of the black coal-like creature. He patted his chest and promised, "Just one last time. Let’s practice one final time, and I swear I will definitely let you go after this!"
A promise? What a load of nonsense! You said the same thing last time!
The spider turned around, its resentment palpable as it glared at him in anger. Seeing it filled with fighting spirit again, Qi Xiao felt quite pleased and beckoned it over with a gesture. "Come here!"
The spider shuddered slightly, and then in an instant, there was a violent explosion of flesh and blood.
The sound startled countless birds into flight.
Qi Xiao stood there in shock, wondering why it had exploded so suddenly. Did I feed it the wrong medicine? That can't be!
Lu Yuan tilted his head, hesitating. "Why do I feel like it self-destructed out of anger because of you?"
Qi Xiao shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I saw it was injured and fed it so many healing potions. What kind of cultivator would be so stingy?"
Qi Xiao believed that his actions were truly compassionate.
Lu Yuan seemed to want to say something but held back. "Isn't this just to beat it up even more?"
"Well, if you're happy..."
Qi Xiao shook his head; this spider was still too young and lacked patience. "Brother Lu, let’s find another one."
The surrounding beasts that had been quietly lurking and watching their movements were startled by his words and fled in panic, fearing they would be targeted by those two devils if they were slow to escape.
In an instant, the ground shook as they scattered.
Months later, rumors spread among the nearby mountains that two malicious evil cultivators had arrived in the area, delighting in tormenting beasts. As a result, that place became a sanctuary where all beasts avoided at all costs.
Qi Xiao and Lu Yuan traversed most of the mountain range without encountering any beasts, only able to lament how barren the area was and unsuitable for trials.
They turned back and boarded their flying carriage, returning to the Xiaoyao Sect.
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