Fairy, you call this repaying a debt of gratitude?

Shen Wei suspected that Ye Qingci did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.

She had so many opportunities just now, but she didn't ask them. Only after Qin Yunshang came to her did she start asking questions.

Qin Yunshang was taken aback upon hearing this, and the annoyance and shyness in her eyes faded slightly in an instant, but she quickly composed herself.

Ye Qingci was the one who saved Shen Wei, so she was also her benefactor, and naturally she didn't want to offend her.

"Since Fairy Ye has something to say to my husband, then please do so."

However, he had to assert his dominance in front of the two of them, even though he had already done so once before in front of Ye Qingci.

"Didn't Young Master Shen say he was Miss Qin's ex-fiancé?"

Wen Yutang interrupted inappropriately from the side.

Upon hearing this, Shen Wei's expression darkened. He reviewed everything he had just said and done, confirming that he had not offended Wen Yutang.

Could it be... that this is her revenge for hitting her on the head just now?

What does "ex-fiancé" mean?

Qin Yunshang's gaze first fell on Wen Yutang, then slowly turned to Shen Wei, her eyes unusually cold.

Shen Weiqian coughed, avoiding her icy gaze, and softened his tone as he tried to explain:

"You haven't forgotten, have you? Our engagement was set for when we were sixteen. Now I'm almost twenty, so the engagement is obviously invalid."

"Hmm... I see. Then I'll draw up a new marriage contract tomorrow, and you can come and sign it then."

Qin Yunshang's tone returned to normal.

After saying that, she didn't say anything more, turned around and was about to leave. Before leaving, she reached out and pulled Wen Yutang, who looked blank, aside, saying that she had something important to tell her.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Shen Wei let out a long sigh of relief, sat back down on the stone bench, and looked up at Ye Qingci, who had been sitting quietly to the side the whole time:

"Go ahead, what questions do you have for me?"

"You were clearly unconscious at the time, so how did you manage to quickly recover your spiritual power and silently kill those three Golden Core stage disciples?"

Ye Qingci's arrival gave him a chance to catch his breath, and with the demonic pill being absorbed by the evil dragon within his body, his spiritual power was able to recover quickly.

Although he had not recovered to his peak, he was still able to kill three Golden Core stage disciples, and with Meng Changgeng already at his limit, he was barely able to manage it.

But Shen Wei naturally couldn't tell the whole story. He remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Perhaps it was because I swallowed that demon pill."

"yes."

Ye Qingci responded softly, her tone revealing neither joy nor anger, and she didn't ask any further questions.

A brief silence fell over the pavilion, broken only by the rustling of leaves in the wind, creating a somewhat subtle atmosphere.

Do you have any more questions? If not, I'm leaving.

Do you have any other questions? If not, I'll be leaving now.

"I'm serious."

"But don't you already have a fiancée?"

"This is just what I think; it doesn't mean I'll take any action."

"You're lying." Ye Qingci looked directly into his eyes, her tone certain.

Shen Wei remained calm, shrugged, neither confirming nor denying, leaving her to speculate.

Just then, Ye Qingci suddenly spoke.

"You are Lu Chen."

Shen Wei's expression faltered almost imperceptibly for a moment, a faint hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed, feigning doubt in his tone:

Who is Lu Chen?

Ye Qingci didn't look away, staring straight at his face as if trying to find a flaw in it.

After a long while, Ye Qingci sighed softly, withdrew her gaze, and said in her usual calm tone, "I don't know."

"Any other questions?"

"there is none left."

"Then I'm leaving."

Ye Qingci did not respond further.

Seeing this, Shen Wei said no more, stood up, turned around and walked in the direction Qin Yunshang had left.

......

On the other side, there is a courtyard built on a scenic mountain.

A young girl was practicing swordsmanship, panting heavily. Beside her in the courtyard stood a woman dressed in a plain Taoist robe, yet her slender figure was still undeniable.

The girl was Ji Lingyuan, and the woman in the Taoist robe was her master.

"Your sword is so weak. Don't you have anyone in your heart who makes you hate them? Imagine them right in front of you..."

When it comes to people she hates, Shen Wei immediately comes to mind. He is someone she hates, but also someone she loves.

She hated his sudden departure, yet she loved him... she simply loved him.

"Is there really someone you hate in your heart?" The woman in the Taoist robe asked with some helplessness. "Why is your sword getting weaker and weaker as you swing it?"

Master is right. Men will only be obstacles on my path of cultivation. I cannot let them interfere with my sword heart.

She straightened her expression, and the swordplay in her hand suddenly became sharp and resolute, but this sharpness did not last long before it gradually weakened.

The woman in the Taoist robe looked at her with a disappointed glare.

"Ugh."

Ji Lingyuan simply sheathed her sword and went to stand before her master.

"Master...can I skip sword practice today? I'm not feeling well and can't concentrate."

The woman in the Taoist robe sneered, "No."

"Master—" Ji Lingyuan tugged at her sleeve, shaking it gently, her tone becoming increasingly pleading.

"Alright, alright, let's stop here for today."

"Thank you, Master!"

Ji Lingyuan instantly beamed with joy, quickly sheathed her sword, gently gathered her skirt, and obediently sat on the small wooden stool next to her master.

"You seem so distracted today, you're probably thinking about your brother Shen again, aren't you?"

The woman in the Taoist robe picked up the teacup beside her and took a small sip.

Ji Lingyuan's pink lips parted slightly, her small hand resting on it, her face full of surprise.

She always felt that her master was the wisest person in the world, as if all her thoughts could not be hidden from his eyes.

"You keep muttering his name in your dreams, so it's not surprising that you get distracted when practicing swordsmanship."

"Master, why did you sneak into my room again!"

"Your voice is too loud; I could hear you even in my own palace."

Ji Lingyuan's cheeks instantly flushed a faint blush. "Ha...haha, is...is that so?"

Just as the master and disciple were chatting, Leng Yue hurriedly entered the courtyard, stood before Ye Qingci, her expression grave, and spoke briefly and urgently:

"Mo Qianying is dead."

The woman in the Taoist robe paused slightly in her teacup, a flash of shock crossing her eyes, and she said in a tone of disbelief.

"Mo Qianying is dead? Did Meng Changgeng go back on his word and kill him?"

"No." Leng Yue shook her head and continued, "Meng Changgeng is also dead."

"What?" The woman in the Taoist robe suddenly looked up, her expression growing increasingly serious, her tone tinged with coldness. "Who did it? Have you found out?"

"I don't know..."

"Those useless trash from the Ten Thousand Souls Pavilion, I should have known better than to cooperate with them."

"Well, actually we didn't lose anything. The person who knew the pill formula is dead. It's just that we probably won't get the benefits promised by the Fuyou Sect."

Leng Yue nodded silently, saying nothing more, and the courtyard fell silent.