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Hearing these words, Fan Wuyou's eyes flickered as he pondered. However, in the end, he could not suppress the anger that surged within him.
This Ye Wuyou dared to lay hands on his master, which was utterly unforgivable. Regardless of whether he had harmed Qi Xiao or not, this act alone was enough to sever his meridians and expel him from the Xianyao Sect. The prestigious Xianyao Sect had left a sliver of mercy for its disciples. If it were any other sect, a disciple who dared to commit such an act of rebellion against their master would face death without question.
After contemplating for a while, Fan Wuyou finally made up his mind. The current situation of Ye Xiuyuan no longer mattered; what was important was whether Master Hanying had been affected. However, the details Su Lingyue mentioned only served as corroboration without substantial evidence, lacking a certain degree of persuasiveness.
"What is Master Hanying's recent attitude towards Ye Xiuyuan?"
Su Lingyue thought for a moment and hesitantly replied with two words, "Quite friendly." In recent days, she had even seen her guiding Ye Xiuyuan, and she always seemed to smile when in his presence.
"Oh?"
This statement rang alarm bells in Fan Wuyou's mind. Master Hanying had become unusually indifferent due to her cultivation methods; even he might not receive a warm welcome from her. Now, the fact that she could still smile and frequently guide Ye Xiuyuan was concerning.
Something was off; this was definitely not right.
This thought plunged Fan Wuyou into despair. If Master Hanying were truly swayed by inner demons, it would spell disaster for the entire Xianyao Sect.
Su Lingyue also understood the gravity of the situation. Fearing that she might be mistaken, she had observed for several days before approaching the sect leader. Seeing the leader muttering to himself with a worried expression, she could no longer hold back and knelt down.
"Please, Sect Leader, lend your aid to save our master and punish Ye Xiuyuan. Most importantly, Ye Xiuyuan must not be allowed to remain in the Xianyao Sect. It would be best if he could be convicted; even if the sect is merciful and unwilling to sentence him to death, I wouldn't mind personally sending him on his way after he leaves the sect."
But for all this to happen, Ye Xiuyuan must first be convicted.
No, with his labels as a junior disciple of Qingjing Peak and the son of Elder Ye, it was exceedingly difficult for her to find an opportunity to deal with him discreetly.
"Do not rush; this matter is of great importance. Let me think it over carefully."
After hesitating for a moment, Su Lingyue could not help but speak again.
"Master, I believe there is another matter that is quite suspicious," Su Lingyue said.
"What is it? Speak," the Master replied.
"In the past, although you were not particularly close to the Third Junior Sister, you still showed her some concern and care. However, after the incident with Junior Brother Ye being injured and falling unconscious, you have not only failed to inquire about her well-being but have also looked down upon her. This truly leaves us feeling disheartened."
"Previously, I thought it was simply your nature, and perhaps we had set our expectations too high, leading to misunderstandings. But after seeing the contents of the recording stone, I couldn't help but wonder if this incident is also related."
"Even if Master Han Ying appears cold, he still maintains a facade of concern. Why is it that he disregards the Third Junior Sister's situation so completely? Moreover, with such a sinister entity hidden within Ye Xiuyuan's body, it makes one ponder deeply."
Su Lingyue knelt again, "I have no intention of framing anyone; I just feel that these two events are too coincidental. The Third Junior Sister suffers because of Ye Xiuyuan's accident, yet Master seems indifferent to it. I have no evidence and dare not speak recklessly, but given how coincidental this is, I feel compelled to voice my thoughts."
Su Lingyue's words were cautious, yet Fan Wuyou understood her meaning clearly. "Are you suggesting that Ye Xiuyuan had already acted against Master Han Ying before?"
Su Lingyue lowered her head and softly replied, "Yes."
If it weren't for the recording stone, Fan Wuyou would have dismissed her speculation as absurd. However, faced with the stone now, he found himself compelled to consider even the most outrageous possibilities.
"Rest assured, I will personally meet with your Master. How this matter will be handled will depend on what I learn from that meeting. Until then, let us keep this matter quiet."
"I understand. I have not shown this recording stone to anyone," Su Lingyue assured him.
Fan Wuyou nodded in satisfaction. "Very well. You may leave now."
After Su Lingyue departed, Fan Wuyou made his way directly to Qingjing Peak.
Upon hearing that the Sect Leader had arrived, Master Han Ying instinctively furrowed his brows.
"Visitors do not come without reason; Fan Wuyou must have important matters to discuss," he thought.
"Please come in, Sect Leader," he said.
A young attendant outside responded promptly as an invisible force slowly pushed open the large door. Fan Wuyou strode in confidently.
Master Han Ying's expression remained neutral, revealing no signs of joy or anger.
"May I ask why the Sect Leader has come here?"
"I heard that you have not been feeling well lately, and I was concerned, but it seems that you have no connection to the Immortal Island."
"That's not it," she replied. "Even before I found the Immortal Island, I managed to find other ways to cope. I don't want to be in such a restless state now."
Hearing her mention her recent oddities, she felt a bit strange herself. She let out a light sigh, "The Sect Leader is overthinking; I'm fine."
Fan Wuyou smiled faintly. "I know you seek peace of mind, but cultivation cannot be rushed. If your heart were to suffer any mishap, it would be a great loss."
Realizing that Fan Wuyou's demeanor was somewhat peculiar, Hanying Zhenren sensed that while he seemed to express concern for her, his words carried an underlying meaning, as if he were hinting at something deeper.
Having cultivated for countless years, she didn't need him to remind her of these matters; she was already aware of them in her heart. However, thinking of her recent disturbances, Hanying Zhenren suddenly felt a twinge of worry. Had her recent restlessness and vivid dreams truly stemmed from impatience in her cultivation?
Seeing that Hanying Zhenren remained silent for a long time, Fan Wuyou couldn't help but speak up. "Is something troubling you? Your complexion doesn't seem well."
Hanying Zhenren rubbed her forehead. "I've been having many dreams lately; it's just a bit strange."
"Dreams? For cultivators like us, sleep is rare. Most of the time we simply close our eyes to rest our minds. Even when we do sleep, it's usually peaceful and dreamless due to our clear hearts. With your profound cultivation and steadfast heart, how could you be plagued by dreams? Perhaps I should call Elder Huang from the Medicine Hall to take a look?"
Just as Hanying Zhenren was about to refuse, she reconsidered and thought it wouldn't hurt to have him check. She nodded in agreement.
Suddenly, Fan Wuyou seemed to recall something. "They say that cultivators with high levels of attainment rarely dream. When they do dream, it is often a manifestation of the heavens calling them or revealing something through their dreams. If you are dreaming frequently, perhaps it is because your cultivation is so profound that you are connecting with the heavens."
Hanying Zhenren looked at him with some skepticism. "Is there really such an explanation?"
Fan Wuyou glanced at her knowingly. "Why would I deceive you about such matters?"
"Why haven't I heard of this before?"
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