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The disciples were taken aback by her words, instantly erupting like hot oil. They crowded around, demanding an explanation from Lan Wanyu.
"Sister Lan, what do you mean by that? Are you saying we can only live like this from now on?"
Lan Wanyu could only respond patiently, "This is better than you losing your lives!"
One person gritted his teeth and angrily retorted, "If I have to suffer like this for the rest of my life, you might as well just kill me!"
"Sister Lan, aren't you harming us with this? What are your true intentions?"
"Listen to me," she pleaded. "This is not something I did on purpose; the Evening Primrose is extremely rare. There is only one plant, and I have no other options."
"Rare? Who doesn't know that your herb garden is filled with treasures? Saying that just means you don't want to share the good stuff with us."
"Exactly! How can someone be so selfish?"
"We're all from the same sect; do you really think a few plants are worth more than us?"
"This is unacceptable! You must give us an explanation!"
"You can't just leave us like this without a proper cure!"
Each accusation hit Lan Wanyu like a heavy stone, leaving her dazed and confused. Surrounded by the crowd, she clenched her fists in frustration.
Why? She had sacrificed so much for them; why did these people show no gratitude and instead turn to blame her?
Did such people even deserve her help?
Recalling Qi Xiao's mocking smile when he handed over the prescription, Lan Wanyu swayed slightly, nearly collapsing to the ground. A vague sense of having done something wrong washed over her.
The uproar among the disciples grew louder, prompting a few kind-hearted ones to rush off to find Elder Huang. One even ran to Qingjing Peak to send word to Su Lingyue.
In the end, it was Elder Huang and Master Hanying who intervened to quell the situation.
Elder Huang's face was filled with anger. "Sister Lan has done enough for you all! How can you keep asking for more without showing any gratitude? What do you want?"
"Why does she have spiritual herbs but refuses to give them to us?" someone shouted back.
Elder Huang was furious and couldn't help but scold them. "The Evening Primrose is worth its weight in gold! Do you think it's just some common weed that can be found everywhere? She managed to find one plant and was generous enough to offer it; that's already very kind of her."
"How dare you continue to pressure her! Before you speak, consider whether you're worthy of such demands!"
The disciples felt wronged by his scolding.
Elder Huang looked at their expressions and couldn't help but sneer. As for whether she would take it or not
Ye Xiuyuan was filled with resentment. Why did Senior Sister Lan have thoughts about Qi Xiao again? Clearly, it was he who had been accompanying her during these days of hardship! Shouldn't Lan Wanyu be thinking more of him?
Ye Xiuyuan hurriedly left, feeling flustered. He was determined to thwart this matter; he could not allow Qi Xiao and Lan Wanyu to reconcile.
A young man in a white robe stood outside the door, holding a tray of exquisite pastries. Upon seeing Ji Linglong come out, he immediately smiled and approached her. "Linglong, these are all specially brought back for you from Baisha City. Why don't you try them and see if you like them?"
The wooden tray held several plates of pastries, each one charming and delicately crafted. However, Ji Linglong merely glanced at them before frowning.
"Get lost."
Bai Zonghua was taken aback. "Huh?"
Ji Linglong shot him an irritated glance. "Can't you understand me? I said get lost!"
Bai Zonghua's face turned red, and he stammered, unable to find his words.
"Linglong, I have been sincere to you!"
Before he could finish his sentence, a whip was pressed against his throat.
"If you dare call me 'Sister' again, I'll twist your head off and kick it like a ball!"
Bai Zonghua froze, looking at Ji Linglong's fierce expression and then at the whip that radiated murderous intent at his throat. He realized she was not joking and could only leave in disgrace while clutching the pastries.
This scene became a source of amusement for the other disciples present.
"Haha, Bai Shixiong is still trying to pursue Sister Linglong. He really has no fear of death!"
"He's dreaming! When has Sister Linglong ever looked at him with favor after being defeated?"
Listening to the whispers around him and feeling the occasional glances directed his way, Bai Zonghua's resentment grew immensely. This Ji Linglong truly did not know what was good for her; how dare she treat him like this? One day, he would make her pay for this humiliation!
Ji Linglong watched him leave, her frown deepening even further.
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