These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Wei Tu looked away and took out the next book.

"There may be some omissions, words that were not read carefully, or books that were not found."

Mu Xitong slowly walked to Wei Tu's side, watching him turn the pages one by one, his eyes already squinting in the face of fatigue.

She still reached out and took the book from Wei Tu's hand.

Then, staring intently at Wei Tu in front of her, she said, "Don't be like this. I'm quite certain there's no record of this kind of thing. Go get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow we'll just pretend we don't know anything about it, okay?"

Wei Tu looked at Mu Xitong, whose eyes were soft, and asked, "What do you think?"

Mu Xitong bit her thin lips slightly, "I think it's great..."

"You were about to lose your life, how come you're alright?"

Mu Xitong couldn't help but get angry. Actually, she didn't know why she was angry. Perhaps it was because this deep-seated helplessness that she had been hiding finally needed a trigger to explode.

"Whether I live or die is my own decision. What are you doing? Do you want me to die with guilt? Can't you just let me go in peace?!"

Mu Xitong's eyes were red, and she almost roared.

This was probably the loudest the woman had ever spoken to him in Wei Tu's memory, and also the most heartbreaking.

Wei Tu didn't speak, he just stared at her blankly.

Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, like pearls from a broken string, shattering one by one onto the floor.

The handsome young man sighed, turned around, and put the book back in its place.

"Don't cry, being sad at this time will only harm your health."

Hearing the boy's soft words, Mu Xitong couldn't stop her tears. He always knew what she was thinking and wouldn't let her anger stir up any emotions.

Seeing him standing silently in front of the bookshelf, Mu Xitong reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then walked behind him and put her arms around the boy's waist.

She buried her face in his broad back.

She said softly.

"Don't be sad for me. Look, I'm not sad at all."

Don't be reckless.

Wei Tu said in a low voice, without crying or showing any excessive grief on his face.

He remained silent.

Mu Xitong thought for a moment, then reached down with both hands to stroke him, and whispered behind his ear.

"Cheer up, okay?"

Wei Tu felt her fingers easily undo his belt and move down his pants with practiced ease.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly. "Let go, are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I just want to make you happy."

Mu Xitong spoke softly, her warm breath brushing against the boy's neck.

"There's no need for that, given your current condition..."

"It won't have any impact."

Mu Xitong spoke softly, and then Wei Tu felt his waistband fall down.

Her fingers were warm and nimble. As she gently kissed his neck and even licked it with her tongue, the boy, who possessed the essence of the evil dragon, reacted.

"Stop it..."

Wei Tu seemed to want to stop the other party, but the mature woman had no such intention, and even went around to the front of the boy.

She squatted down.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the rosy cheeks seemed to be dripping with blood; this was probably when she had the best complexion.

Wei Tu was fine until he looked down and saw the woman squatting under him, and his eyes practically blazed with rage.

His voice suddenly became a little hoarse.

"Sister Xitong..."

As Mu Xitong felt the intense heat and breath rushing towards her, she did hesitate, after all, this was her first time doing something like this.

But when she looked up and saw the boy's eyes...

She seemed to have made up her mind, and she revealed a captivating, extremely seductive smile.

"good."

Her palm twitched slightly, and Wei Tu instantly felt an electric current spreading through him. Then he watched as she opened her mouth with a slight hesitation.

"hiss……"

It's hard to describe the feeling, but the instant she felt the moisture, Wei Tu did experience pleasure, yet her eyes also felt like they wanted to cry.

How could he possibly describe this amazing woman?

But what have I done to deserve such treatment from her?

This time, Wei Tu didn't deliberately endure it. Before long, his thighs and body began to tremble.

Wei Tu almost collapsed to the ground, watching the woman in front of him cover her red lips, seemingly about to vomit.

The boy, slightly out of breath, said, "Spit it out."

Upon hearing Wei Tu's words, Mu Xitong glanced at him with misty eyes, then raised her proud neck.

"Gurgle—"

Wei Tu could clearly see how her throat moved.

"Sister Xitong..."

Mu Xitong wiped her lips with her sleeve, then leaned closer, hugged the boy's waist, and buried her face in his chest.

She just said it softly.

"Don't worry, I'm more open-minded than you think. Sometimes giving up isn't really giving up. I just feel that as an ending, it's good enough."

The chilly early winter wind blows through the entire maple forest, causing the swaying, fiery red leaves to either fall or stubbornly hold on.

Wei Tu didn't think of much. Besides the sadness, he thought of himself, as if from another life, and the man who was living a life of debauchery in front of Lu Qingyan's grave.

“I will find a way. It doesn’t matter what you think, but I want you to live. You feel guilty, that’s okay. Even if you feel guilty, I want you to live with that guilt.”

The woman's tears soaked her clothes.

After leaving the Medicine King Pavilion, Wei Tu first went back to Xiaoyuan Peak and told Su Mi, Jiang Ying and others about the situation.

It wasn't that I wanted the two girls to come up with a solution, but rather that I was informing them in advance that I probably wouldn't be appearing at Xiaoyuan Peak for a while.

Su Mi asked if he wanted to keep Mu Xitong company, but Wei Tu refused. He knew that Mu Xitong wasn't someone who needed a lot of company; the little fox was enough for her.

She prefers to figure things out on her own, and doesn't want to worry about her getting stuck on trivial matters.

Wei Tu still had things to do. He entered the Yuanjian Sect's Scripture Pavilion. Compared to a few years ago, the Yuanjian Sect's Scripture Pavilion had many more books, mainly obtained through exchanges with some surrounding sects in recent days. Although most of them were handwritten copies, it didn't matter, as long as they were available.

So Wei Tu began to immerse himself in the Sutra Repository, never leaving it for a moment.

From day to night, and from dawn to daybreak.

During the day, the windows were open, and at night, candles were lit. They didn't even get any rest, and rarely even closed their eyes.

He started looking from the very front, kept looking inside, and then looked upstairs.

You have to read every single one of them, no matter how outrageous they are, because you never know when these authors will suddenly mention something completely unrelated in some book.

This matter became known to quite a few people, except for Lu Qingyan, who was still in seclusion breaking through to the Divine Realm.

But no one stopped the boy from doing so.

Xu Qingtan was one of the people who knew the inside story, although it was Su Mi who told him.

She hadn't seen the boy for several days. Even though she knew where he was, she didn't go to see him, but practicing swordsmanship just didn't feel right.

That day, Xu Qingtan sat down beside the sword-practicing area after practicing for less than an hour.

"Qingtan, you seem very distracted."

Qin Xiaoman spoke softly beside the girl.

Xu Qing shook his head. "I'm thinking about something."

"Is your senior brother still in the Sutra Repository?"

Qin Xiaoman asked softly. This time, Xu Qing did not deny it because she felt that this matter had little to do with her, and her feelings were just doubt without any guilt.

"Yes, I've been thinking, why take it to this point when there's clearly no chance? If you can't bear to let go, shouldn't you spend more time with them?"

Qin Xiaoman didn't quite understand Wei Tu's relationship with the others, but after hearing Xu Qing's words, she thought for a moment and said...

"Perhaps it's to avoid having any regrets."

"Isn't dying a regret? And dying without anyone by your side is an even greater regret, isn't it?"

Xu Qing asked.

Qin Xiaoman shook her head. "I think... he'll probably think that the biggest regret is not doing his best when he could have. If he finds out later that some things could have been undone... how sad would he be? In this world, death is not scary, regret is the scariest thing."

"When you die, you have nothing left."

"But once you die, you won't know anything anymore, and regret and remorse will linger in your heart, popping up from time to time to cause you pain. What do you think?"

Xu Qing looked up at the sky, rested his chin on his hand, and sighed.

"You won't believe it, but this is when I think he's most manly."

Five days.

Five days later, the doors of the library opened once again.

A figure carrying a scroll strode out of the library and headed straight for the maple forest behind the mountain, passing through the soil and fallen leaves.

Before the threshold of that door, I saw the woman, watching the leaves fall and the flowers wither.

Then a boy with stubble on his lips appeared in front of her, and he said.

"Pack your things."