Junior Sister is too competitive, she drastically alters the Joyful Union Sect.

Chapter 378 The fault lies with the demonic cultivator, not you.

East side hall.

Perhaps because Xiao Youqi had made arrangements, there was no one else in the side hall.

He gave a brief explanation and then left in a hurry.

There were only a few maids in the side hall, and Shen Youqing casually found a place to sit down.

As soon as the three of them sat down, several maids brought them tea and snacks.

"What did the Shen family say?" Shen Youqing glanced at Shen Quelin beside him.

Shen Quelin glanced at the exquisite tea and snacks on the table. "Which matter are you asking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up a piece of chestnut pastry from the poison-proof chopsticks and white glazed plate.

"Suppression, internal strife."

Shen Youqing leaned slightly back in his chair, his posture languid.

"Kill those who deserve to die, as for the punishment..." Shen Quelin swallowed the chestnut pastry in his mouth before saying, "A bunch of clowns, let them practice on for our disciples."

Seeing Shen Youqing's gaze, Yue Xunzhu said gently, "The Yue family is the same; the disciples of the main family take turns to hone their skills..."

Snow beyond the clouds.

She knew the Yue family's fighting strength, so she healed herself while fighting, becoming more and more excited as the fight progressed.

She had heard what the maid had reported three days ago.

Three days should be enough; any longer and he probably won't survive.

Yue Xunzhu's smile remained unchanged, but Shen Youqing noticed that his smile had faded somewhat.

Shen Quelin loosened his grip on the poison-repelling chopsticks, and the half-piece of chestnut pastry fell into the dish.

"Isn't she in the hands of the demonic cultivators?" Shen Quelin peered over Shen Youqing in the middle to look at Yue Xunzhu.

Yue Xunzhu glanced at Shen Youqing before saying, "She suddenly came to the Yue family three days ago."

“She has a lot of demonic energy about her; she’s most likely fallen into demonic possession,” Tong Yuexunzhu said. After that, Shen Quelin turned his gaze to Shen Youqing.

Shen Youqing glanced at Shen Quelin indifferently.

Turning his gaze away, Shen Que Lin said to Yue Xun Zhu, "It's no wonder that my cousin is worried that Shen Youqing is soft-hearted."

Yue Xunzhu raised her eyebrows slightly, but the smile in her eyes didn't reach her eyes.

"Junior Sister Youqing."

"Young Master Yue, Young Master Shen."

Several greetings rang out, and the three people inside the room looked up.

Jiang Chenying and her group strode over, dressed in simple dark clothes.

Chu Jianyan saw Shen Youqing at a glance when she walked in.

She wore a plain white dress, with only a white beaded flower adorning her hair. She looked unwell and her complexion was pale.

Thinking about what had happened in just three or four days, Chu Jianyan couldn't hide the heartache in her eyes.

"Please sit down." Shen Youqing looked at his teammates.

After they found a place to sit down, Shen Youqing asked, "How many demonic cultivators are lurking in Zhongzhou City?"

Seeing that Shen Youqing changed the subject, Xie Changting didn't bring up her sad story. He continued on the topic of the mission, saying, "There are at least a hundred confirmed so far."

“The Xiao family is the best at gathering information, and we need Young Master Xiao. However, there is no deadline for this mission, so we can take our time,” Fifth Lord said.

"They won't let us go to the front mountain of the Yue family." Jiang Chenying looked at Shen Youqing, her cold voice sounding like she was complaining.

Speaking of this, Wei Ningguang nodded in agreement, "We asked several times, but they wouldn't let us go."

Looking at her several close disciples who had expressed their opinions, Yue Xunzhu's face showed a hint of helplessness.

Shen Youqing shrugged, indicating that he couldn't help her.

Yue Xunzhu's gentle and elegant voice was unhurried, "There aren't many forces attacking the Yue family. There aren't even enough inner disciples to go around, so you shouldn't try to take them from them."

"The 'Ten Thousand Life Technique' is extremely powerful; every healer who practices it undergoes physical training," Shen Youqing kindly remarked.

"Good guy!"

No wonder they wouldn't let us go; it turns out those who came to attack weren't enough for the Yue family disciples to beat! Shen Xingzhi pondered for a moment before speaking, "You healers and patients shouldn't have any conflicts, right?"

I thought it was just Qing who was doing physical training, but it turns out that all the healers need to do it!

"Or should we get better? Or should we get better through the punch?" Yue Xunzhu joked.

Shen Xingzhi couldn't help but shake her head.

As the young master, Xie Changting would naturally be quick to receive the news.

Looking at the overly taciturn and quiet Shen Youqing, his gentle voice rang out, "There are quite a few people coming to the Xiao family today. With so many people, there's bound to be a lot of gossip. Miss Shen, why don't you go and tell Young Master Xiao that the scenery in the Xiao family's backyard is quite nice?"

Shen Youqing nodded, then said a few words to the maid behind him.

A short while later, Sima Tian, ​​dressed in a plain white dress, arrived.

The group of people inside the room all stood up.

Sima Tian waved his hand and then said to Shen Youqing, "This way."

Shen Youqing got up and left with Sima Tian.

After leaving the east hall, Sima Tian led Shen Youqing to the backyard.

Throughout the journey, Shen Youqing remained quiet yet somewhat uneasy.

Finally, Sima Tian broke the silence first, "May I call you Youqing?"

"Mm," Shen Youqing replied.

"There's no need to blame yourself or be so nervous. The fault lies with the demonic cultivator, not you."

Sima Tian slowed her pace, and when Shen Youqing came up, she raised her hand and patted her shoulder.

“But I am partly to blame.” Shen Youqing took two steps back, raised his hands in a bow, and said, “Madam Sima, I am very sorry.”

Sima Tian let out a long breath and reached out to help Shen Youqing up.

"It would be a lie to say I'm not heartbroken. I hate those demonic cultivators so much I could tear them to pieces, but it would be a lie to say I blame you." Sima Tian withdrew his hand and continued walking towards the backyard.

If Shen Youqing hadn't cared so much or been so upset, they could have easily found a way to blame him.

But seeing a spirited and proud young woman suddenly fall silent, how could they bear to blame her?

Shen Youqing's pain was no less than that of her parents.

After standing there stunned for a moment, Shen Youqing came to her senses and followed after him.

“Youqing, as a mother, I naturally hope that you will remember my son for the rest of your life,” Sima Tian said calmly. “But as a woman, I hope you can move on. You are only in your twenties, you have unlimited potential, and you should not let a relationship hold you back.”

A single sentence that struck right to the heart left Shen Youqing with a lump in his throat.

“You are a chosen one of heaven, a direct disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and a future pillar of the cultivation world.” Sima Tian stopped and looked at Shen Youqing. “You can be sad and heartbroken, but not for too long.”

"Go."

Sima Tian patted her shoulder again, then pointed to the courtyard in front of them.

Shen Youqing bowed to Sima Tian and watched her leave before pushing open the door and going inside.

The trees are lush and green, and the fish swim to and fro in the stream.

Shen Youqing found a step to sit down and slowly looked at the quiet courtyard.

"Do you like him that much?"

As the sound rang out, a magic circle appeared on the open ground.

Shen Youqing gazed at the illusory shadow cast not far away, spread his five fingers, and gathered several streams of cyan-green spiritual energy that flew away.

The spiritual energy passed through Jun Su's illusory image, which flickered before coalescing again.

"You should know that this won't hurt me."

The man looked down at Shen Youqing, his gloomy voice carrying a hint of mockery.

Shen Youqing didn't speak; she lowered her head to hide the ruthlessness in her eyes.

His wrists fell to his knees, his fingers curled and his fingertips slowly rubbing against them, suppressing the surging violence within him.

We mustn't take action; we mustn't destroy this place.

Shen Youqing silently reminded himself.