These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"But what can we do if we don't leave? How can we get along with each other? Even if we pretend it never happened, can we really deceive ourselves?"

"Then stop deceiving yourself. Just do things the way they should be, and let things develop as they should be. Why worry about what others think? I don't care."

"But I do care... I don't care what others think of me, but you're still so young, and so many wonderful women like you. How can I let you succumb to their gossip..."

"What criticism is there! The path I've walked has never been defined by what others say. I don't care about those things; I only care whether you're by my side."

As Lu Qingyan watched the boy's face flush red, her heart ached so badly she could barely contain herself.

I can only say this sincerely.

"I won't go anymore, okay... Please stop, stop now, you'll hurt yourself, don't you want to die!"

"You're lying to me. Master, you're lying too obviously. If I can't keep you here, what's the point of keeping this life? All I want is for you to be happy and live a blissful life, and I must be a part of that life."

Lu Qingyan stared blankly at Wei Tu, as if the shackles in her heart were about to break at this moment.

And suddenly.

"puff……"

A mouthful of blood gushed from Wei Tu's mouth, almost staining Lu Qingyan's chest red.

Lu Qingyan couldn't care less about any of that. Tears streamed down her face as she quickly reached out and placed her hand on Wei Tu's chest, trying to channel her inner energy to heal his injuries.

The boy, who had already broken free of his acupoints, didn't care about his injuries at all. He hugged the naked woman tightly.

"Lu Qingyan, I won't let you go..."

Lu Qingyan's tears flowed uncontrollably. She could think of almost nothing but the boy's injuries.

"Don't talk, just lie down... You lie down, don't move, I'll help you regulate your breathing, quickly lie down..."

But Wei Tu completely ignored Lu Qingyan's pleas and kissed her red lips.

Lu Qingyan instantly felt the other person's lips and teeth, a sensation she had never experienced before, including the distinct taste of blood in his mouth.

However, she did not succumb quickly and stubbornly continued to transmit her energy into the boy's body.

Her tears fell again, as she struggled on the edge of despair and reason.

Not wanting the other person to suffer more, she did not resist his actions, but firmly used her remaining rationality to send internal energy to him.

Wei Tu ignored everything and kissed the woman fiercely.

He held her tightly, not wanting to let go for even a moment.

A bloody kiss, his breath, her tears.

It's a scene that I'll never forget, no matter how much time passes.

Lu Qingyan finally released her grip and closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate.

The words were muffled and unclear, uttered through blocked lips and teeth.

"I'm not leaving... I'm not leaving..." PS: Whether there will be an extra chapter today depends on how busy I am at the hospital. If so, it should be around late afternoon or evening. See you then! Don't forget to donate your monthly tickets before the middle of the month!

Chapter 60: Like a Demon incarnate (Bonus Chapter 15 for Monthly Tickets!)

The saying "spiritual practice is about cultivating oneself" has been said by countless people.

However, there are countless paths to take, and everyone seems to know this principle, but the choices they make are always so different.

Some people keep telling themselves that too many things are done out of necessity and by making compromises.

Some people cultivate themselves, which means they conquer themselves.

Some people, however, choose to let go.

To fulfill the great path, to fulfill that unattainable dream, and to fulfill those who once walked alongside us on the road.

To fulfill the regrets of what you cannot have, and to fulfill all the beautiful things you have missed.

It could be a comfort, or it could be a genuine sense of relief.

But for Wei Tu, the best interpretation of fulfillment is only to make amends, and only when all their happiness should be related to her.

This may be a form of arrogance, or it may be a form of domineering behavior that is completely unreasonable.

And not many people will truly understand him.

Only he knew what it truly felt like to lose them, to see, feel, or even just hear about these women's beautiful lives slipping away in this world.

It will hurt even more than it does now, more painful than the sky falling and the earth cracking.

Therefore, he would unusually lose his composure and use this method to open up the acupoints, even at the cost of harming his own body.

The boy's internal organs were churning, and his blood and qi seemed to be in disarray, as evidenced by the blood seeping from his mouth.

But Wei Tu didn't care about any of that; he was even so happy that he cried.

But he didn't cry; he remained as steadfast as a rock.

He kissed the woman without regard for anything else, the woman who was his master's wife.

Blood and saliva were mixed together, making it impossible to distinguish what was inside. The strong smell and the stench of blood blended together, and the two of them seemed to be completely immersed in it.

Unbeknownst to her, Lu Qingyan had her other hand, besides the one used to regulate the boy's breathing, tightly hooked around the boy's shoulder.

It was as if she couldn't bear to see him leave for even a moment longer.

How could I bear to leave...

He is such a dazzling man...

Lu Qingyan never imagined that one day she would use the word "man" to refer to Wei Tu in her world.

Wei Tu should always remain a teenager, a child, needing his protection and guidance.

If I make a mistake, I will punish myself, but if someone bullies me, I will stand up for them.

It seems that this should always be the case.

But when did this change occur?

Lu Qingyan herself couldn't know the exact details of all this.

But it seems that without realizing it... this boy has grown up. He may have just been a rough diamond that he himself recognized back then.

And later.

He defeated Li Hanyang, but at the time some people still thought he had only resorted to underhanded tactics and opportunism.

Next came Lu Chenzong's Yuanjia Grass, such a leap in stages left no room for mockery.

Because none of the young disciples of this generation were confident that they could absolutely defeat Yuan Jiacao, and Wei Tu only used three swords.

Although those three sword techniques didn't seem to be taught to me.

But seeing those three graceful and swift swords appear so simply yet dreamlike, Lu Qingyan still couldn't help but be mesmerized.

Perhaps at that time they realized that they had underestimated the boy's talent.

He was so dazzling.

Like the rising sun, it is a radiant display of sunlight.

Almost without a sound, he had already flown to the top of everyone's heads, as if in a few years, the entire Yuanjian Sect would no longer be able to tolerate him.

Perhaps it was around that time that Lu Qingyan gradually developed an idea.

Perhaps his success has nothing to do with me, because my teaching seems to have been of no use at all.

However, when she heard about the incident at the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain during the sect's trial, Lu Qingyan still went there without hesitation.

They barely considered any danger, even though all the elders of the sect felt that they should not act hastily and should first find out the situation.

But she still insisted on going, without any preparation whatsoever.

Perhaps it was at that moment that Lu Qingyan realized... how important this boy was to her.

He eventually returned safely, becoming one of only two survivors.

When Lu Qingyan saw him still alive at that moment, it was like witnessing a miracle; she couldn't believe it.

They even felt that moment was a blessing from God, or a beautiful dream bestowed upon them.

It was around that time that Lu Qingyan finally became certain that this young man was capable of standing on his own, and that even at such a young age, he could survive well without needing her.

This realization made Lu Qingyan feel gratified, yet also somewhat disappointed and regretful.

It is gratifying that this boy from a tragic background has finally made something of himself, and all his days and nights of sword practice have not been in vain.

The regrettable thing is that it seems he no longer needs anything she can give him—her experience, her swordsmanship, her strength… He may not need any of it anymore. In other words, the master-disciple relationship has become a mere formality. At first, she thought it was the feeling of parents whose children have gone far away.

But after the physical training took place, she learned the truth that had terrified her through the repeated pain and tenderness.

Her feelings for this boy went beyond that of a teacher and student, and could not be accurately categorized as those of family.

Suddenly, I had feelings for him that were completely unexpected.

This was completely unexpected; even Lu Qingyan herself hadn't anticipated it.

She didn't even have these feelings for the boy because of his handsome appearance, but because he persisted in giving her the truth, in training her body, and even when she lectured him, spoke harshly to him, and misunderstood him time and time again, he never betrayed her or left Xiaoyuan Peak out of spite.

It was during those painful yet mesmerizing physical training sessions that he realized he was no longer that little boy.

He is a grown-up boy, a man who can stand on his own and hold up the sky...

Lu Qingyan had considered the possibility of finding a Daoist partner and living the life of a divine couple, but such a thought was so distant that she could hardly remember it anymore.

Then I had no time to think about it; it seemed like my life consisted of nothing but Wei Tu and Jiang Ying.

And now.

Who is that little rascal who's passionately kissing my lips and capturing my delicate, fragrant tongue?

Who is the man who wants to merge his body into hers?

Who is this person who makes me dizzy, dazed, and with all my energy and blood in disarray, yet I still don't want to leave...?

"Tu'er..."

When their lips parted, they were both panting heavily.