These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

He treated it as if it were an unavoidable situation; didn't he know that this was perfectly normal for a woman?

Wei Tu looked at Bai Youwei with amusement.

"Haven't you heard of 'avoiding seeking medical treatment for fear of illness'?"

"I'm not sick!"

"Yes, you're just a bit dramatic."

"Who's more dramatic than you?"

Bai Youwei couldn't help but retort.

Then Wei Tu reached out and poked Bai Youwei's forehead.

This sudden action startled Bai Youwei. She hadn't expected the other party to do something so strange. She was a little confused for a moment, and suppressed her shyness as she looked at Wei Tu.

Then he saw the boy looking at him with a helpless expression.

"You're the one who keeps saying you'll pretend we're not close, but you're also the one who looks at me with such hatred every time you see me. Isn't that just being pretentious?"

Wei Tu thought Bai Youwei would be speechless.

Unexpectedly, after a brief silence, Bai Youwei sat up from his arms with a cold expression.

Then she reached out and pushed the boy's chest away, stood up, and straightened her clothes, which weren't actually that messy.

Then, his eyes and words were both icy cold.

"I'll leave the prescription to you. I'll come pick it up in three days."

After saying that, Bai Youwei walked straight out of the Medicine King Pavilion.

It was as if she had never been there at all. If it weren't for the lingering scent of her in the Medicine King Pavilion, even Wei Tu would have thought so.

He frowned, reached out and braced himself on the table, then rested his chin on his hand and looked towards the door.

He seemed to be lost in thought, or perhaps pondering a puzzle he couldn't solve.

Until a voice came from behind.

"Hey, even our flower thief has his day?"

Wei Tu didn't need to turn around to know who it was, after all, she was the only one left in the Medicine King Pavilion.

Mu Xitong sat down next to Wei Tu with a languid and charming air, and together they looked towards the door.

"The people have all left, yet you're still looking at it. I've heard of the 'Waiting-for-Husband Stone,' but I've never heard of the 'Waiting-for-Wife Stone.'"

Wei Tu looked at Mu Xitong beside her with annoyance.

"Sister Xitong, is it really okay for you to be so sarcastic as soon as you wake up?"

"Why not? I'm happy to see you frustrated."

"What do you mean by being frustrated... This person's personality is just like that, it's normal."

Wei Tu said this.

Mu Xitong laughed.

"Still being stubborn? Ask yourself, is this really normal?"

It was definitely not normal, but Wei Tu didn't want to say it.

"You probably didn't expect her to suddenly act like this, did you? You thought you had her under control..."

I have no feelings for her.

Wei Tu said this.

Mu Xitong nodded.

"It's possible that you don't have any thoughts, just like you do with me?"

"That's still different. At least I feel like I've known Sister Xitong for ages and we're kindred spirits."

"Go to hell with you."

Mu Xitong stretched out her slender fingers and poked the boy's forehead.

Then accept it, speaking calmly.

"So you really don't understand girls at all... Regardless of the relationship, at least she's willing to immerse herself in the beautiful bubble she's created. And to shatter that bubble at this time... that's truly heinous." PS: I'm going to the hospital later to bring my dad breakfast, so I'll have to come back and update another chapter around 9 or 10 pm. Thank you C-Emperor for the 100 monthly tickets~ And thank you everyone for your monthly ticket support, it's a great comfort, since I haven't seen that many monthly tickets in a long time. Hopefully, there will be more next month!

8 I didn't move, she moved it herself!

Bai Youwei hates this version of herself.

She even felt that, in her own mind, she was distorted.

When did this distortion begin?

It probably existed from the moment the memory began to awaken.

She would hate her background, hate it from the bottom of her heart. She hated why fate couldn't let her grow up like the carefree children around her, and focus solely on cultivating the Tao.

However, on the other hand, while hating these things, they rely on the preserved memories to assist their cultivation, and even practice the techniques left by their parents in their memories to enhance their combat power.

I always seem to be like this, as if my thoughts are splitting me into two people.

On the one hand, they hate the fate that has been predetermined for them.

On the other hand, they accept the gifts that these unpleasant things bring.

She longed for a carefree life, yet she always convinced herself that she would return to the Northern Desert Demon Realm to restore the glory of the Garan people.

Just like how I feel right now.

Always contradictory, always complicated emotions.

She kept saying she wanted to distance herself from the other person and become complete strangers with this annoying boy.

But whenever I see him, I can't help but use all sorts of methods, such as sarcastic and bitter words, and hateful eyes, as if deliberately reminding him: We have a grudge, and this matter is not over.

When Wei Tu pointed out these contradictions and negative emotions, it was as if the bubble that had been enveloping them had truly collapsed.

She didn't want it to be this way, but at that moment she couldn't speak.

Perhaps... perhaps it's just because it was his first experience in this area at the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, which is why it was so unforgettable for him.

Perhaps it was just curiosity about these things, but ultimately, it was a girl's mindset that she couldn't control.

Perhaps... there are so many possibilities that can convince myself.

But she couldn't feel any better.

Until we reached the top of Xuejian Peak, we looked up at the darkening clouds on the horizon and even the moon that had appeared there.

She sighed softly.

He never had that intention in the first place. Even if you did, what difference would it make?

This isn't your world... those stories are just interludes.

-

"Phew... I'll go to Little Iris Peak again tonight."

The boy, covered in sweat, lay beside the medicine furnace.

He had prepared everything and planned to begin Lu Qingyan's second stage of body training tonight.

It's best not to delay this kind of thing. If you delay too long, your master might forget that feeling, and you might suffer even more pain later on. This is not a good thing.

So in the afternoon, Wei Tu took a bath, then packed all the things he needed to bring into his Qiankun bag.

As the sun was setting, we walked from Yaowang Pavilion to Xiaoyuan Peak. The journey seemed to be very smooth, quite smooth indeed.

I greeted my fellow disciples in a friendly manner, and then walked up Little Iris Peak in the cool, even slightly chilly night breeze.

However, when he pushed open the gate of Lu Qingyan's courtyard, he unexpectedly sensed two auras inside.

Wei Tu paused for a moment, then a strange expression appeared on his face. He didn't immediately go inside, but a familiar woman's voice came from inside.

"Come in, you outside. Don't sneak around."

Do I have to sneak around to get into my master's room? Who do you think you are! I've barely even climbed through this window a few times!

A flicker of uncertainty crossed Wei Tu's face.

He quickly entered with a smile, bowing and clasping his hands in greeting.

"So the sect leader is here too. I've been disrespectful..."

Indeed, at this moment, under the starry and moonlit night sky, besides Lu Qingyan sitting on the bed, the other person in Lu Qingyan's room was Ran Xinxue!

Depend on!

What's wrong with this woman?

Just a few days ago I was tied to a pillar, how come I'm all standing up now?

Who gave her the courage?!

Wei Tu really wanted to ask, but at this moment she could only force a smile, feeling utterly disgusted inside.

Ran Xinxue sat there, acting like a sect leader, and even Lu Qingyan, who had to give her some respect, was smiling.

But it was a genuine smile. It wasn't because she was happy to see Wei Tu, but because she felt exceptionally pleased to see the young man bowing to her against his will. She knew perfectly well that he was probably cursing her in his heart right now, probably already thinking about how to 'punish' her later.

But Ran Xinxue wasn't afraid; in fact, she had already come up with a way to disgust the boy from another angle.

This is just the prelude; he probably doesn't realize why he came.

I'm just going to ruin your plans!

A master and disciple pair...corrupting the sect's reputation! If it weren't for that detestable slave mark...

A hint of hatred flashed in Ran Xinxue's eyes, then she smiled and said.

"It seems you come to your master's place quite often, Wei Tu."

What seemed like a casual remark sounded like a hidden meaning to Lu Qingyan, making her feel somewhat awkward.