These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Even though Wei Tu would deliberately downplay the importance of certain things and try to make the dangerous situations he encountered sound more relaxed, and would even throw in some witty remarks, Lu Qingyan couldn't help but chuckle at some parts.

These events came to life in Wei Tu's words, as vividly as a storyteller's narration.

It was as if those dangerous moments had never happened.

Wei Tu's mouth was dry from talking, so he took a sip of tea.

Then he said with a smile.

"Actually, there was turmoil everywhere, but the outcome was very good, so it's still something to be thankful for. However... Master, do you know about those witch clans?"

Wei Tu actually knew some of the clues, but he wanted to carefully organize them to see if there were any omissions or if they could be combined to form some directions for inspiration.

Lu Qingyan thought for a moment.

"I don't know much either. Most of the time, it's just fragmented clues I've heard from my master. For example... the witch people are extremely ruthless. They don't seek immortality, they only believe in witch gods. And whenever they want to do something, they rarely just deal with one or two people. They will eliminate all those involved, even the innocent ones..."

Lu Qingyan continued speaking while thinking.

“My master once told me that these witch tribes choose to live scattered lives, but they generally don’t involve the Immortal Continent or the Central Plains of the human world. They prefer to stay in the corners, absorbing talented people from all over the world and passing on their witch tribe magic. They don’t care about the character of the people they absorb; they don’t have that concept. It also makes it easier for them to search for some rare materials. Their sacrifices are also extremely cruel. Sometimes they don’t even use livestock; they use living people, regardless of whether they are sinners or innocent people. They can all become the sacrifices for them.”

Wei Tu nodded, then looked at Lu Qingyan.

“I’ve seen some of these things in the library… Master, do you know what their beliefs, or rather their creeds, have always been?”

Lu Qingyan knew, of course, and blurted it out almost immediately.

"Seize the last thread of heavenly secrets."

"The two people I killed were named Duo and Jie."

Lu Qingyan frowned.

"I'm not entirely sure about these two individuals' identities, but the fact that they have these names... suggests they might be priests within the Wu tribe. 'Seize' and 'Intercept' are likely titles, not names. These titles are passed down through generations to ensure their inner beliefs are never forgotten. Corresponding to this are four others: One, Line, Heaven, and Secret..."

At this point, Lu Qingyan couldn't help but gasp.

"So, by killing the two who were intercepting you... you've also offended the other four. They probably won't let this go easily..."

"Master, are you worried about me?"

Wei Tu leaned closer with a smile.

Lu Qingyan reached out and ruffled the boy's long hair in an annoyed manner, only loosening it slightly.

"What are you still playing tricks for at a time like this? Is it a matter of whether you're worried or not? Those ruthless witch clansmen might actually come to the Immortal Continent to seek revenge. After all, they're going to perform a ritual for a whole country this time, and there must be a much bigger secret involved. They definitely won't let this go easily. And they might not just see you as an enemy, but rather as a key figure who could influence their plans."

Wei Tu stared longingly at Lu Qingyan.

"What should I do, Master? I'm so scared..."

Lu Qingyan narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Still acting innocent here? You're afraid? What could possibly make you afraid? I'm afraid that in a while, even your teacher won't be a match for you."

Wei Tu thought for a moment.

"If I ever manage to defeat my master, I'll take the rattan cane..."

"Ok?"

Lu Qingyan looked over with hostility, and Wei Tu immediately stopped talking and said softly, "Take the rattan cane and whip your own buttocks hard to thank your master for his teachings."

Lu Qingyan's eyes turned cold.

"I've taught a good apprentice, isn't he? All he's thinking about is how to teach his master a lesson in the future?"

"Of course not! Master, I'm really scared. You must protect me well, otherwise who will serve you tea and water, wash your feet and give you massages?"

"You talk as if you've actually done these things yourself!"

"You do have some physical training skills, right? You do have some cooking skills, right?"

"You traitorous disciple, how dare you say that?!"

Upon hearing the words "body tempering," Lu Qingyan seemed to have a switch flipped, as if she could instantly recall a time not too long ago... no, this level of experience couldn't even be described as "a time ago," it was just half a month ago!

This traitor, this wretched disciple! How could he possibly torment his body like this in this very room?

He tormented himself to the point of near death.

Even the most embarrassing moments were exposed.

And then there was her own naked body... Even though his eyes were closed, it was pressed tightly against his chest. Just thinking about those things made Lu Qingyan's face flush and her heart race.

Compared to a woman's usual shyness, Lu Qingyan had more concerns because... this person was her disciple.

They are like family, even though there is no blood relation. But it is precisely because of this that some things are especially avoided.

When Wei Tu saw that Lu Qingyan's expression was not good, he immediately softened.

He immediately moved to a spot next to Lu Qingyan.

"Let's not talk about that for now, Master, please don't be angry. Do you know what these witch people are trying to do? They're making so many underhanded moves."

Lu Qingyan glared fiercely at the boy leaning against her with a fawning expression.

"No one knows for sure how long they've survived, so how could I possibly know? But one thing is certain: the biggest desire of these witch people is nothing more than to resurrect their witch god... It's just that no one knows for sure what this secret is, why they want to seize it, or how they will seize it. It's just that... nothing good ever comes from where they appear, so they have always been considered the common enemy of the five great immortal continents."

Wei Tu frowned.

"Resurrect the sorcerer god? How can he be resurrected after he's dead?"

"Who told you he died? He was just sealed away. I only heard it from my master, a distant legend. The legend says that in the distant primordial era, there was no precise division between the Immortal Continent, the Human Realm, and the Demon Realm. It was five ancient primordial immortals who separated the Human Realm from the Immortal Continent. They created the Extreme Sun Palace, the Moon Bathing Palace, the Star Picking Tower, the Wind and Flower Court, and the most mysterious Shadow Chasing Gate. Actually, there was a sixth primordial immortal who refused to accept the other five's allocation plan. He insisted that the world did not need ordinary people and that the Human Realm should also be turned into a place for cultivating immortality. The world did not need the division between the Human Realm and the Immortal Continent."

The other five disagreed, so he must have done something that the other five great immortals could not tolerate, and they joined forces to seal him away. However, the witchcraft he left behind was passed down to his descendants, whose sole wish was to resurrect this witch god. No records say that this witch god died; they only say that he was sealed somewhere…”

Wei Tu had also been thinking about this; these witch tribespeople were the only ones capable of doing such things.

But after all that, we still don't know their specific plans, and there doesn't seem to be a single clue... You have to understand that this is not a recent thing. The actions of the Wu tribe have continued for hundreds or even thousands of years without revealing anything, which shows how good this tribe is at hiding.

Lu Qingyan frowned as she looked at Wei Tu.

"What are you thinking about? You're not thinking about how to stop their plot, are you?"

Wei Tu looked at Lu Qingyan strangely.

"Master, aren't you someone who hates evil like poison?"

Lu Qingyan looked at her troublesome disciple with annoyance.

"What does my hatred of evil have to do with you? Just live your life well and don't think about these things that have nothing to do with you. Don't try to do anything foolish. How can your strength compare to these treacherous and cunning witch tribesmen? Everything else is fine, but you can't be hurt."

This is how much this woman favored herself.

She doesn't impose her personality and desires on herself, nor does she force herself to do anything. As long as she is at peace and happy, that's enough for her.

It's a favoritism that doesn't even consider her own survival.

Wei Tu sighed.

Lu Qingyan frowned even more deeply.

"I've told you so many times, you're just a kid, don't always sigh and whine like an old man. I don't know what Su Mi likes about you..."

Lu Qingyan also wanted to sigh, as if she were an old mother who found fault with everything her child did.

Wei Tu smiled again, looking at the aloof and beautiful woman.

"No, I was thinking... if that's the case, then I have an even greater responsibility."

What responsibility do you bear?

"I have the responsibility to make Master stronger, so I need to intensify my body training so that Master can become even more powerful, right?"

Lu Qingyan was slightly taken aback, then stood up abruptly, not even moving her position.

He watched the boy warily.

"What are you thinking?! I'm warning you... don't think about anything strange. What happened that night... can't happen again!"

Wei Tu smiled broadly.

“Master, you’ve been naughty again. What did I say last time? You just enjoy yourself, and I’ll do all the dirty and tiring work.”

Lu Qingyan was so angry she was practically fuming.

"You unfilial disciple! How dare you speak to your master like that? You...you..."

Wei Tu also stood up and smoothed his hem.

"Then tonight... same time, same place, see you there."

Lu Qingyan was so angry that she wanted to chase after Wei Tu and beat him up, she said fiercely.

"I won't be in the room tonight!"

"Then I'll wait until you come back~"

"Traitor!!"

"Good master~~"

"evil creature!!"

"My dear master~~"

"Ahhhh!"

Only now did Lu Qingyan understand what it meant to be furious.

But another emotion seems to be called helplessness. PS: Please be a little understanding~ It was already quite difficult for me to write like that before, do you think I own SF? Of course not~~ From now on I can only think of some new ways, using updates... well, you know, that's all!! I don't know if I updated today, my fingers have been hurting a lot lately, from my fingers to my wrist. Mainly because once I start writing the new book, I can't stop, I really want to show it to you now, but I still need to think it over carefully, and focus on this first. Mainly, I'm just too timid.

A 50-year-old girl who even the gods couldn't pull back.

"Hey! Junior Brother Wei! Long time no see!"

The person who greeted Wei Tu on the mountainside of Yuanjian Sect was indeed Gong Ziqi, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

It was later confirmed that Gong Ziqi had indeed been controlled by someone beforehand, which caused him to be unconscious in his room for several days.

When he woke up, he was still asking when he would go to the sect for the trial.

To compensate this simple-minded but talented man for the accident he suffered, the sect gave Gong Ziqi some symbolic compensation.