When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Chu Xianlan's mind felt like it was stuffed with a wad of water-soaked cotton, completely unable to comprehend the current situation.

Good heavens, someone tell him what this is all about?

He had to use this damp, cotton-like brain to engage in the most difficult thinking of his life.

The first possibility is that Xie Qingying, out of a sense of compassion, is an incredibly kind person. She saved him amidst the chaos of the mist, discovered his leg injury, and, upholding the spirit of a healer, is urgently treating his wound. Her motives are pure, her actions noble, and she has moved the entire cultivation world!

The second possibility is that, from a rigorous medical cultivation perspective, Xie Qingying wanted to observe the specific manifestations of the Entangling Life Gu on its host, examining the Gu patterns near her lower abdomen up close. Although the method was somewhat direct, the starting point was academic! It was to find a way to cure the Gu! This is understandable!

The third one... Ahhhhhh, I don't have time to think, my pants are really going to be pulled down!!!

In the brief moment when Chu Xianlan was engaged in a mental battle, the fabric rustled as Xie Qingying's hands continued their work, slipping the clothes down a little further from her waist...

stop stop stop!

Chu Xianlan grabbed her belt. "Senior Xie, what are you doing!"

Xie Qingying paused.

The man slowly raised his head, his eyebrows curved, and his smile was gentle and dignified.

"You're awake? Xianlan."

...Holding an orchid in one's mouth?

Chu Xianlan was taken aback by this sudden, intimate address, and felt a strange chill run down her spine.

Looking around, he realized he was in a dark cave, lying on a stone platform in the center, with a long white plush blanket of some kind of animal spread beneath him.

The most terrifying thing is.

With vines wrapped around his ankles and waist, his body was firmly fixed to the animal skin blanket, severely limiting his range of movement.

The extinguishing of the glass lamp… the mouth and nose covered by medicine in the mist… a high-level wood-elemental cultivator can control spiritual plant vines… everything symbolizes…

There is no third possibility!

Xie Qingying is the real deal, the genuine pervert, no kidding!

But in the precognitive dream, this guy's target was clearly his master, so why is he attacking me now...?

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the reason for the knotted spiritual root. What's going on?

Chu Xianlan was completely baffled. She struggled with her feet, and the vines binding her body immediately tightened.

Xie Qingying smiled softly.

The healer pressed his index finger against the vine, bent down, and spoke in a tone like coaxing a disobedient child, "Don't move. The more you struggle, the tighter they'll wrap around you. They have thorns that will leave marks on your body... and they won't look good."

It doesn't look good?

Chu Xianlan laughed in exasperation. Was this a question of whether it looked good or not?!

Without hesitation, the golden light at his fingertips transformed into a short blade, which he stabbed mercilessly at Xie Qingying's face when she was off guard.

The next instant, more vines grabbed the boy's body.

Chu Xianlan's forearm was pulled and twisted backward, and she could clearly feel the fine, sharp thorns on the vines gradually piercing her skin.

He had a bad feeling.

Soon, a strange numbness spread through the body, as the toxins from the thorns were injected into the body.

The difference in their cultivation levels was indeed vast.

Even fellow medical practitioners within the Taiyi Sect possess the means to kill, let alone seasoned veterans like Xie Qingying.

Chu Xianlan stopped making futile struggles and quietly circulated her spiritual power to slow down the flow of toxins in her body, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Xie Qingying observed Chu Xianlan's series of changes in expression, then slowly raised her hand and tossed the end of her hair.

"Xianlan, you like Yichen, don't you?"

He leaned back relaxed against the edge of the stone platform, his eyes slightly upturned. As his gaze shifted, a crack finally appeared in his refined and dignified mask, revealing his true self.

"Hehe, the disciple is in love with his master, hmm, how pitiful, how lamentable."

"Yi Chen... he only has a handsome exterior, but he's hollow inside. His eyes are only on the sword and the Dao; love? Desire? In his eyes, they're probably less than the dust beneath his feet. I heard he's been in seclusion for five years and hasn't seen you once. Does he really care about you?"

Xie Qingying's voice grew softer and softer, her breath brushing against Chu Xianlan's tense face. "When you followed behind him, did your master ever give you even the slightest response? No, right? He only looked at you with those cold eyes. Your affection, your pain, your unrequited love... he didn't know, and he couldn't be bothered to see."

Fingertips, through the fabric, gently press and slide on the shoulder.

"Why don't you come with me?"

"Senior Xie will cherish you, pity you, and teach you... what true happiness is." Xie Qingying's eyes became hazy, her voice weak and feeble. "Follow me, every day will be very comfortable... the kind of comfort that makes you feel like you're in heaven. Whatever you want, I can give you, a thousand times, ten thousand times better than him."

...Now that things have come to this...

Hearing this, Chu Xianlan didn't know where to begin her吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or critical comments).

Are all the cultivators blind?!

If you go blind, go see an ear doctor; if you go deaf, go get your eyes treated!

Why does everyone think he likes his master?! It's one thing for Qu Ling to misunderstand, and it's another for Xiao Huandu to joke around, but now even this pervert is confidently using this as a breakthrough point?!

How can a person be so smart?

Chu Xianlan didn't know how to answer, feeling that Xie Qingying was really a bit... neurotic.

What kind of look, what kind of tone, what kind of logic?

He's not like a normal person at all.

So, the master's innocence is preserved, but my own innocence is in danger?

His shock and silence, in Xie Qingying's eyes, were the helplessness of having his secret exposed.

Xie Qingying squinted his eyes with pleasure, stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips. He looked forward to seeing the boy's face turn red with shame and indignation, and perhaps even shed humiliating yet touching tears.

That must be beautiful.

"Thank you, Senior," Chu Xianlan said with a smile rather than anger, her tone contemptuous, "Did you consider the consequences of your actions?"

"Consequences?" Xie Qingying tilted her head. "Xianlan, you're too naive. Why do you think I chose to make my move in Youxin Valley?"

Because of the chaotic mist, and because Xie Qingying knew the terrain of this place like the back of her hand.

Chu Xianlan's expression gradually darkened.

Xie Qingying knew he was intelligent and would understand the situation without much explanation. The man paced around the boy, then took something out of his sleeve.

No matter how high Yi Chen's cultivation level is, let alone whether he can find this place, in that unprepared situation, even getting out of that fog would be extremely difficult.

"Don't think too much about it," Xie Qingying walked back to the stone platform, a small blue bottle appearing between her fingers. "As for what happens next... Senior Xie will take care of it for you, Xianlan."

Chu Xianlan's gaze fell upon the small bottle, and a torrent of profanities welled up in her mind.

Intoxicated by the spring mist!

Xie Qingying curled her lips. Drunken Spring Smoke was a top-grade aphrodisiac secretly made by Medicine King Valley. It could easily break a person's will and, when combined with specific soul-capturing techniques, could briefly control their mind.

Once this is used on Chu Xianlan, whether he likes it or not, he will become an obedient puppet and willingly leave with you.

"Soon, you'll forget who you are, forget who Yi Chen is, forget everything you shouldn't remember. Then, you'll come with me on your own... to a place where it's just the two of us."

The jade bottle was tilted slightly.

Suddenly, the movement stopped.

Xie Qingying's pupils contracted sharply as she looked down in disbelief, her breathing becoming slightly rapid.

He saw tears welling up in the boy's eyes, like ripples on water.

Her long eyelashes were wet, clinging together in twos and threes. The misty water vapor in her eyes was like the thin fog rising in the mountains at dawn. Crystal tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, creating a breathtakingly fragile beauty.

Xie Qingying couldn't help but be captivated by the other person's silent weeping, and, as if intoxicated, moved a little closer.

Chu Xianlan knew that this pervert loved watching this.

He bit his tongue hard, his mouth full of blood, and forced himself to squeeze out a few tears. He silently moved his right foot, which had been pushing back the poison since earlier.

Then, with all his might, he kicked Senior Xie in the crotch.

Fast! Ruthless! Accurate!