I courted death and then tried to escape, so the whole sect wants to get rid of me.

The Ninth Elder hurriedly ushered the healer inside: "This child from our sect was already weak, and now he's been harmed by a demon. We don't know how he is!"

The healer offered a comforting word: "I will do my best."

Then he hurriedly went inside.

Chen Qingqiu pursed her lips and followed them inside without saying a word.

The remaining cultivators, after learning about the situation, reassured the Ninth Elder, saying, "Senior Yun, there's no need to worry. This matter occurred within the territory of the Northern Shaking Sect, and we will certainly take full responsibility. We have already ordered people to reinforce the barrier to ensure that the same thing does not happen again."

The Ninth Elder nodded reluctantly and paced back and forth in the corridor with his hands behind his back.

If you take someone out, you must bring them back safely.

Otherwise, Lao Qi would really fight him to the death.

Inside the room, Song Yao slept soundly, like a dead fish, completely at everyone's mercy.

The healer examined her carefully, his expression tense: "Strange."

Chen Qingqiu's eyes turned cold, and he rarely spoke, asking, "What's strange about it?"

The healer said, "There are no external or internal injuries, but the body is too weak and deficient internally."

Chen Qingqiu frowned almost imperceptibly, and several silver-white threads emerged from his sleeve, wrapping around Song Yao's wrist.

The pulse is very weak.

No wonder she seems to eat all day long, yet she's still so thin and small.

But apart from that, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

Chen Qingqiu withdrew her silver hair: "Go out."

The healer nodded in agreement, packed his things, and went outside to truthfully recount the findings. He then frowned, adding, "However, something seems slightly off."

The Ninth Elder asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"

The healer said, "He is not injured, but we can't wake him up no matter what we do. He must be unconscious. I suspect that some kind of forbidden spell has been cast by a demon."

The Ninth Elder immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Can't wake him up? It's alright, that's normal."

Medical practitioner: "?"

Is that normal?

Chen Qingqiu's delicate eyebrows furrowed, her thin lips parted slightly, and her voice was cold: "Something's not normal."

The Ninth Elder waved his hand, not going into details: "That's just how this child is, she sleeps deeply. She'll wake up naturally when she's had enough sleep, so the Holy Maiden doesn't need to worry."

Chen Qingqiu: "..."

She seemed to be pondering the truth of those words when Ye Chang'an reappeared from somewhere beside her, coughing lightly to remind her: "Even if Senior Sister Lin wasn't injured, she must have been quite frightened. She probably won't be able to participate in the training later."

The healer standing nearby pondered, "It's alright, I'll explain the reason to Mr. Tao. I'm sure she'll understand."

Ye Chang'an breathed a sigh of relief.

The most important thing Lin Mu instructed him to do was to ask for leave.

If he doesn't finish, I'll torture him severely later.

This girl has endless ways of tormenting people, and he's genuinely a little afraid of her.

Chen Qingqiu glanced at Ye Chang'an, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, and gave a look to the cultivator beside him.

The cultivator immediately understood, stepped forward, and said respectfully, "Young Master Ye, the Holy Maiden requests a moment's conversation with you."

Ye Chang'an was exhausted after being tormented all night and was almost fainting. He was only holding on by his will to survive and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

On second thought, Chen Qingqiu was usually cold and taciturn, rarely seeking him out. Why would she suddenly want to speak to him alone? Could it be because…?

He understood immediately, and with his usual nonchalant, flippant laugh, he trailed off with a flippant tone: "Alright~ The Holy Maiden is looking for me, how could I dare not go?"

-

As dawn approached, a luminous pearl hung in the sleeping quarters.

The cultivator behind him gently closed the heavy sandalwood door. After the soft click of the lock, only the two of them remained in the hall.

Chen Qingqiu stepped onto the stairs, turned around, and looked him straight in the eye. Because she was not used to speaking to people, her voice was tense and direct: "Were you with Lin Mu last night?"

Ye Chang'an was taken aback, then raised an eyebrow, took two steps forward, and asked with a hint of mockery, "What? Is the Holy Maiden... jealous?"

He approached her step by step, smiling broadly: "I thought the Holy Maiden didn't care much for me, but it seems I misunderstood?"

Chen Qingqiu was forced to take a half step back, clearly uncomfortable at such close range.

With a clang, the longsword was drawn from its sheath, its cold tip firmly pressed against his chest, causing the smile on his face to freeze instantly: "What does the Holy Maiden mean by this?"

Chen Qingqiu looked up at him, her eyes as cold as ice, and said, word by word, "I know you want to take revenge on the Nine Saints Hall."

Ye Chang'an's expression turned indifferent.

Chen Qingqiu pushed his sword forward another half step, his tone still flat: "I know what you think of her. Her temperament and personality are three parts similar to Song Yao's, and she's also beautiful."

Ye Chang'an paused for a moment, then put on that nonchalant smile again.

He even deliberately pushed the tip of his sword forward, betting that she wouldn't dare to actually make a move.

Then she said lazily, "What could I possibly be thinking? I'm your fiancé, you're unfairly accusing me of this..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

Chen Qingqiu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and with a slight press of his wrist, the tip of his sword pierced through Chen Qingqiu's brocade robe without mercy.

They were actually going to kill him!

Ye Chang'an's expression suddenly changed; he was so shocked that his soul almost left his body, and he retreated repeatedly.

He hadn't taken more than a few steps back when his back slammed heavily against the palace door, making a dull thud.

The cold tip of the sword had penetrated half an inch into his chest, and beads of blood slowly seeped out along the blade, dripping onto the warm jade ground and spreading out a small, glaring red.

His breath caught in his throat, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice cracked: "Chen Qingqiu! You...you've gone mad! We're getting married this year, and you...you're trying to kill me just because you're jealous! This is husband-killing!"

Chen Qingqiu's hand gripping the sword hilt remained firmly in place, his fingertips turning white from the force, but his face remained expressionless, only his eyes gazing at him indifferently, his tone detached: "I don't care how you philander outside."

"But Lin Mu is Song Yao's junior sister. If you dare to use her as a substitute and lay a hand on her, I will never let you get away with it."

The sword tip pushed in a little further, and Ye Chang'an gasped in pain. When he looked up, he saw no emotion in her eyes as she said, word by word, "I mean what I say."

This was the first time Ye Chang'an had ever felt such a terrifying aura emanating from Chen Qingqiu.

In the past, she always had a cold face, and no matter how he provoked and humiliated her, she showed no emotional fluctuation, like a block of ice.

He thought she had finally come to her senses and would be jealous of him.

But now it seems that's not the case at all.

Who would kill their own fiancé out of jealousy?!

She clearly harbored murderous intent towards him because of that young girl she had only known for a few days!

He was so frustrated he could hardly contain himself. Gritting his teeth, he didn't care about saving face anymore and roared, "I attacked her?! It was her, she attacked me!! You have no idea how she treated me, she almost killed me!!!"

"Still trying to argue."

Chen Qingqiu remained unmoved. "She's just a pill cultivator, physically weak and frail. What makes her think she can harm you?"

Ye Chang'an: "???"