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Qi Xiao chuckled softly and waved his hands repeatedly.
"No, no, no, I didn't say anything."
Ji Linglong snorted coldly, clearly annoyed. She shot a glance at Qi Xiao, recalling the awkwardness from earlier, and couldn't help but add, "All your personal garments were changed by Wang Hu. I only helped you change your shirt once."
"Old Huang asked me to apply the spiritual liquid on you to enhance absorption, but I accidentally spilled it on you," she continued, biting her lip, her tone somewhat unnatural. "In any case, don’t think too much of it; I could never have feelings for you."
"Oh," Qi Xiao replied blankly.
Hearing his dismissive response, Ji Linglong felt a surge of anger rise within her. She stomped her foot and turned to leave.
Qi Xiao watched her retreating figure, scratching his head in confusion.
"What’s with her? Why is she angry again?"
The next day, at the training ground.
Many disciples surrounded Qi Xiao, their eyes shining with admiration.
"Our Senior Brother is so impressive; he truly deserves to be the best in the inner sect!"
"With Senior Brother around, our sect will surely secure victory in the upcoming competition!"
"Senior Brother is amazing!"
As the chatter continued, a young disciple was struck by a gust of wind. He barely dodged it but stumbled back two steps, landing right on a red line.
He looked down with a wry smile, his expression dimming as he bowed to Qi Xiao.
"Senior Brother, I lost."
The surrounding disciples cheered and praised Qi Xiao's prowess.
Qi Xiao raised his hand to quiet them down and smiled faintly. "Your idea was good; however, your speed could be faster. Just now, I almost got hit by you."
He had been lying in bed for several days, feeling stiff in his back and nearly getting pierced by that disciple's attack. In that critical moment, he had managed to come up with a counter move and maintained the dignity of the Senior Brother.
Qi Xiao smiled modestly at everyone.
Upon hearing this, the young disciple's eyes lit up, his chest swelling with excitement as if greatly encouraged.
He bowed deeply to Qi Xiao and exclaimed, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother! You truly are remarkable!"
In this sect of disciples, strength was always respected above all else.
In a world where strength was revered, it was inevitable that there would be differences in skill levels among disciples. Those at the forefront rarely bothered to converse with the less accomplished. However, Senior Brother Qi treated them with warmth and kindness, willing to practice alongside them. After their sessions, he would offer guidance and share encouraging words.
With his level of skill, it was hard to believe that he could truly harm anyone. When Senior Brother Qi spoke such words, it was merely to uplift them and prevent their spirits from sinking. Reflecting on this, one disciple felt increasingly grateful and bowed deeply to Qi Xiao, speaking earnestly.
"Senior Brother Qi, rest assured, I will work hard from now on and will not let your teachings and expectations go to waste."
What? He felt as if he hadn’t done anything at all. Qi Xiao was somewhat bewildered but smiled in response to the disciple's sincere gaze. He offered a few more encouraging words, which only deepened the disciple's gratitude.
Once he had sent the disciple away, the remaining ones were eager to step forward and challenge him. Yet, Qi Xiao found himself overwhelmed. He had come to the training ground simply to stretch his legs, but as practice continued, it felt like he was entering a relentless battle.
He quickly raised his voice to halt the proceedings. "Let’s save our sparring for another day. If the opportunity arises in the future, I will definitely compete with all of you."
Upon hearing this, while the remaining disciples felt disappointed, they were also touched. There would be another chance? Senior Brother truly cared for the inner sect; he lowered himself to guide them personally under the pretense of wanting to warm up. Where else could they find such a senior brother outside of the Xiaoyao Sect?
The disciples bowed respectfully to Qi Xiao as they departed, their gazes filled with even more fervor than before. They thought to themselves that they must seize the next opportunity to exchange a few moves with their senior brother.
Qi Xiao felt somewhat perplexed. He had only said a couple of words; why were these inner sect disciples so excited?
Lu Yuan watched from the side with a sense of pride, much like a father watching his son grow up. He patted Qi Xiao on the shoulder and sighed.
"I never expected that one day you would take on the responsibilities of being a senior brother, actively guiding your fellow disciples while thoughtfully coming up with reasons for them."
Hearing this, Qi Xiao finally grasped what Lu Yuan meant and couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.
"Senior Brother Lu, I don’t have such grand intentions; I just wanted to warm up."
Lu Yuan's expression was one of disapproval. "It doesn’t matter what you think; what matters is how they perceive you. They all admire you as their senior brother! Whether your actions are intentional or not, now that you’ve taken on this role, it’s only right that you shoulder more responsibilities for the inner sect."
Qi Xiao scratched his head and muttered, "It's been a while since I last saw you, Senior Brother Lu. You've become more formal in your speech." He sounded just like an old man, always talking about responsibilities. How had he never realized before how much the other enjoyed taking on such burdens?
He took a couple of steps closer and nudged Lu Yuan with his elbow, whispering, "Why so serious? Did something happen?"
Lu Yuan held his head high, gazing straight ahead with an expression of calmness.
Qi Xiao chuckled softly, "You think you can fool me?"
He stepped back and looked Lu Yuan up and down, but saw no cracks in his demeanor—just a dullness that made him lose interest.
"Fine, if you don't want to talk, I'll be on my way. I can't handle a Senior Brother Lu who only talks about responsibilities," Qi Xiao said, shaking his head and preparing to turn away, only to be pulled back by Lu Yuan.
His cheeks flushed slightly as he stammered, "I-I didn’t mean it that way. I just think that acting like this is in the spirit of Senior Brother Zhao."
"Senior Brother Zhao? The Headmaster's first disciple, Zhao Yu?"
Lu Yuan's eyes lit up as he nodded vigorously, recounting the scene from when he last saw Zhao Yu.
"During the outer sect disciples' training, Senior Brother Zhao would occasionally walk among the disciples, pointing out their incorrect stances or improper breathing techniques. He stood on the platform and told them they were the foundation of the Xiaoyao Sect, bearing its responsibilities."
"There are many talented disciples within the sect, but no matter how gifted they are, without perseverance and determination, it's hard to prove their worth on the path of enlightenment. Compared to those prodigies, he values them more."
"He has endured hardships yet still persists; that alone shows his unwavering resolve."
Lu Yuan's heart surged with emotion as he recalled Zhao Yu's words, which had brought tears to the eyes of many disciples.
For the first time, Lu Yuan felt that the word "responsibility" was so glorious and honorable that he wished he could fight for the Xiaoyao Sect immediately.
"Senior Brother Zhao truly lives up to being the Headmaster's disciple; his insight is remarkable!"
Lu Yuan looked at Qi Xiao expectantly, thinking he would see excitement reflected in his friend's face.
To his surprise, Qi Xiao was merely resting his chin on his hand, mumbling to himself.
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