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Fan Wuyou turned around, intending to take out the communication jade talisman to contact Master Hanying. Upon seeing this, Ye Xiuyuan immediately coughed and clutched his chest.
Recognizing him as somewhat familiar, Fan Wuyou quickly realized. "You are Elder Ye, Ye Xiuyuan?"
He nodded modestly.
Noticing that he seemed unwell, Fan Wuyou worried that the other party might also be affected. "You don't look too good either. You should go down and check on the people from Miaochun Valley."
Ye Xiuyuan wanted to say something more but was forcibly invited down by the people from Miaochun Valley. Unable to find an excuse to refuse, he could only watch helplessly as Fan Wuyou took out the communication jade talisman.
Ye Xiuyuan bit his lip tightly, feeling anxious.
No, he absolutely could not let Master Hanying know about this! If Master Hanying found out that Yu Miaoyin had encountered an accident because of him, who knows how she would view him!
Master Hanying was the person with the highest fortune value on Qingjing Peak, and Ye Xiuyuan could not bear to lose her favor.
Once the disciple who had escorted him left, Ye Xiuyuan immediately closed the door and quietly asked, "System, do you have any way to stop this?"
"There is a way."
Ye Xiuyuan gritted his teeth. "How much fortune value do you want?"
"What I want? That’s all required by the Heavenly Mall. When you go to Linlang Pavilion to buy things, don’t you need to spend money?"
Ye Xiuyuan apologized, "I misspoke. Please help me think of a solution."
In his view, there was no difference between the two.
After all, that so-called Heavenly Mall was built into the system; he didn’t know if it was real or not and had never seen the mall interface.
Soon, the system informed him: a one-time disguise communication device could impersonate Master Hanying's appearance for communication with Fan Wuyou for ten points of fortune value. Alternatively, he could rewrite Master Hanying's subconscious directly so that she would ignore this incident for forty points of fortune value.
"Which one do you choose?"
Hearing these prices made Ye Xiuyuan's veins bulge in anger; he nearly shouted out in frustration at the merchant's greed.
He forced a smile through gritted teeth. "Can it be a bit cheaper? I’ve worked hard for so long and only obtained seventy points of fortune value from Yu Miaoyin. Asking for so much at once seems a bit excessive."
The system's tone suddenly turned cold as it mocked him. "I already said that the Heavenly Mall is essentially a mall; its prices have nothing to do with me."
"You think it's too expensive? Then just don't buy it! But I wonder if you can handle the consequences afterward. If Master Han Ying truly harbors resentment toward you because of this, your days at Qingjing Peak won't be easy."
Several senior sisters were already dissatisfied with Ye Xiuyuan, and now that the one who had been most protective of him had encountered an accident, he couldn't bear to think about what his future at Qingjing Peak would be like. He might even be directly expelled.
No, he absolutely could not let such a thing happen!
He clenched his fists, resolutely making up his mind. "System, I want to make a choice."
Ye Xiuyuan hesitated, torn between options. Choosing the first option could resolve his immediate dilemma, but they would eventually have to return to Qingjing Peak; there would always be a time when the truth would come out.
If Yu Miaoyin was cured, what would happen? If Yu Miaoyin wasn't cured...
At this thought, Ye Xiuyuan's heart raced heavily, and he immediately made a decision. "I choose the first option."
The system responded happily, clearly satisfied. "Looks like you're not as foolish as I thought. By choosing the first option, you won’t have to beg me to clean up your mess later; it’s much better to choose the first one directly."
Ye Xiuyuan tightened his grip, a cold smile creeping onto his face. His heart felt like it was bleeding, filled with an overwhelming killing intent that he couldn't suppress.
Unbeknownst to him, something was amiss. Fan Wuyou waited for a long time before finally contacting Master Han Ying. She sat in the hall, her expression frosty and exceptionally cold.
Fan Wuyou quickly relayed the situation.
Upon hearing this, Master Han Ying merely frowned slightly and scoffed. "To return empty-handed and still be schemed against? Such trash is better off dead!"
Fan Wuyou furrowed his brows, wanting to speak but fearing that his voice would be too loud and attract attention. He set up a barrier and spoke seriously. "Master Han Ying, Yu Miaoyin has been your disciple since she was little; how can you say such heartless things?"
"Heartless? Yu Miaoyin is merely a hostage sent by the Yunhuang Dynasty. Even if she dies, what can the Yunhuang Dynasty say?"
Cultivators and mortals are worlds apart; techniques available at the Foundation Establishment stage are like miracles among mortals—this gap has existed since ancient times.
Some astute dynasties seek protection from the cultivation world by proactively offering gifts to major sects; the Yunhuang Dynasty is one of them. They even sent Yu Miaoyin, who was not yet five years old, directly to the mountain to demonstrate their sincerity.
At that time, Fan Wuyou found this little girl quite troublesome.
Taking care of someone can be troublesome, but if it's done carelessly, it feels a bit dismissive. After thinking it over, he felt that Qingjing Peak was too desolate, especially since it was filled with women. So, he personally sent Yu Miaoyin to Qingjing Peak.
After Master Hanying assessed her aptitude and found it promising, he accepted her as a disciple. Fan Wuyou admitted that his initial intention was to shirk responsibility, but after so many years, there should have been some bond of teacher and student between Master Hanying and her, right?
Fan Wuyou truly did not expect Master Hanying to be so heartless; he was hardly worthy of being a mentor. He even felt a twinge of regret for not inquiring about her all these years and for sending so many promising students to Qingjing Peak.
Moving forward, he thought, Master Hanying's attitude was simply too much! Once I return to the sect, I must have a word with you. Master Hanying scoffed and abruptly ended the communication, leaving Fan Wuyou fuming with rage.
As he stepped out, the anxious group waiting outside immediately approached him. "Master, what did the teacher say?"
Su Lingyue bit her lip and couldn't lift her head. "Is the teacher scolding me for not protecting my junior sister?"
"Nonsense! She doesn't care about that at all!" But Fan Wuyou couldn't say that.
Seeing the worried and self-reproaching expressions on their faces made Fan Wuyou's conscience ache a little. The younger disciples were still concerned about their fellow students and worried about their teacher's displeasure, while Master Hanying seemed completely unconcerned.
Suppressing his anger, Fan Wuyou patted several shoulders and spoke gently. "Your master is already aware of this; she doesn’t blame you. After all, you didn’t do it on purpose."
Su Lingyue tightened her grip on her sword, feeling increasingly ashamed. "It's all my fault! If I had noticed something was wrong sooner and gone to find my junior sister earlier, perhaps she could have been saved."
When they found Yu Miaoyin, Su Lingyue clearly saw the untouched cup of hot tea on the table, steam still rising from it. The person who harmed Yu Miaoyin must not have gone far. Perhaps they had hurriedly fled upon hearing them approach.
If only they could have arrived just a little earlier... Su Lingyue’s eyes turned red with frustration as she lowered her voice deliberately. "Because of our third junior sister’s situation, Brother Ye has been unable to eat or sleep. Didn’t the teacher say anything about that?"
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