The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

After that day, Wen Yubai visited less often, down by half. He used to come every day, but now he comes every other day.

Xie Linchen's gaze swept across the empty courtyard gate, and his divine sense swept across the entire Qingheng Peak, but he could not find Wen Yubai's figure.

Not in his own courtyard, not at the medicinal pond, not in the bamboo grove on the side of the mountain...

Finally, they caught sight of that familiar aura in the training ground.

Xie Linchen took off on his sword and arrived at the training ground, where he saw Wen Yubai sparring with a disciple.

The disciple who lost the sparring match wasn't upset. He smiled and asked his senior brother for praise, and then he managed to hold on for another quarter of an hour.

Wen Yubai smiled faintly, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead, as he chatted with the disciples who had gathered around him.

Bathed in sunlight, his relaxed and carefree demeanor left Xie Linchen momentarily stunned.

When was the last time Wen Yubai smiled in front of him?

He can't remember.

It's a small matter; he shouldn't care.

But he still stepped forward. The appearance of Qingheng Immortal Venerable caused many disciples in the training ground to exclaim in surprise.

This young, handsome, and powerful immortal is the object of admiration for countless people.

Unfortunately, the Immortal Venerable was focused on cultivation, and even within the Xuan Tian Sect, the appearance of Immortal Venerable Qing Heng was rare.

"Master."

Wen Yubai noticed it too, composed himself, stepped forward to bow, and reverted to being the well-behaved disciple he always was.

Xie Linchen watched as the expression on his face changed from relaxed and cheerful to respectful, and all of this was because of his arrival.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable irritation.

"Let me see the results of your recent cultivation."

"Yes."

The two stepped onto the training ground, and the surrounding disciples left an open space, looking at the two in the center with admiration.

Xie Linchen casually picked up a wooden sword, and without any spiritual power, he casually drew three afterimages in the air.

They launched a series of attacks on Wen Yubai.

The first move made his hand go numb.

The second move forced him to retreat several steps.

The third move saw the sword's edge glide past his throat, leaving a chill.

Xie Linchen showed no mercy, defeating Wen Yubai in just three simple moves.

Wen Yubai had used too much force with his sword, which pulled on his back and tore open the scar that had just healed. Warm blood slid down his spine.

But he seemed oblivious.

Very competitive.

Even though Xie Linchen wasn't serious, he still defeated him in just three moves.

"His swordsmanship is loose; he needs to practice for an extra two hours every day."

"Yes, Master."

"If there's anything you don't understand, you can ask your teacher."

"Yes."

They looked at each other in silence. Xie Linchen didn't know what to say, and Wen Yubai didn't take the initiative to speak either.

He looked up at Xie Linchen with a puzzled expression, as if asking him why he hadn't left yet.

Xie Linchen's gaze swept over Wen Yubai's back, and with a slight movement of his sleeve, a jade medicine bottle appeared in his palm.

"The wound has reopened, so I'll have to hold back when practicing swordsmanship these days."

Wen Yubai said in a low voice, "Thank you for your trouble, Master."

At this moment, the sect leader issued a telepathic order, summoning Xie Linchen to the main hall for a discussion.

Before leaving, Xie Linchen took Wen Yubai with him.

The sword light landed in front of the hall, and Wen Yubai's pupils contracted slightly as he entered.

Inside the main hall, the sect leader and the other peak masters had all arrived, along with a young man in black fine clothes.

He turned around at the sound, his obedient face revealing a pair of eyes as black as ink.

Young Chong Wen Yubai smiled slightly.

Her rosy lips and white teeth overlapped with the blood-covered figure on the cliff.

coming.

The protagonist has returned.

The sect leader began to introduce the young man, saying that his name was Li Mingya, the youngest son of the Li family who had been lost.

The Li family had done a favor for the previous sect leader, and keeping an illegitimate son at home would be a sensitive matter. On the other hand, he also wanted to make amends to this son, so he sent him to the Xuantian Sect to cultivate.

He has good aptitude and has practiced swordsmanship with a rogue cultivator for a period of time. He has now reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

The sect leader originally wanted to take him under his wing, but this kid claimed to admire Qingheng Immortal Venerable and wanted to become his disciple.

That's when they summoned Xie Linchen.

Wen Yubai stood to the side, looking down at the boy.

The boy seemed to sense something and looked straight at him; their eyes met.

The boy looked away after a short time, staring at Xie Linchen with his big eyes.

In the story, Xie Linchen accepted this disciple. It didn't matter to him anyway; since the sect leader was the one teaching him, it wouldn't affect his cultivation.

"Yu Bai's cultivation is lacking, and teaching him has already exhausted our efforts. Let's find another good teacher."

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It's as if you taught Yu Bai.

In the end, the sect leader accepted this disciple, saying that this was his last disciple and that he was tired and would not accept any more disciples.

Chu Mingyuan, disguised as Li Mingya, was very polite and did not show any dissatisfaction despite being rejected.

This forced the sect leader to suppress Xie Linchen, allowing him to teach Li Mingya swordsmanship whenever he had time.

After all, Xie Linchen is the number one swordsman.

Xie Linchen agreed, saying that if there was anything he didn't understand, he could come to Qingheng Peak to find him.

Whether or not it can be found is another matter.

"Thank you, Immortal Venerable."

Li Mingya looked up at Xie Linchen, but his gaze went past Xie Linchen's shoulder and pierced straight at Wen Yubai.

"I also hope that Senior Brother Wen will give me more guidance."

The boy's voice was clear and melodious, but the ending notes were subtly drawn out.

Wen Yubai met those ink-black eyes. His eyes were extremely deep, like bottomless pools of water. A moment's gaze could give one the illusion of being swallowed up.

Wen Yubai responded indifferently, his calmness bordering on perfunctory.

But what was on his mind was why Xie Linchen hadn't taken on any disciples as the storyline suggested.

Sensing his nonchalance, Chu Mingyuan clenched his fist under his sleeve, lowered his eyes, and a look of resentment and hatred flashed across them.

Senior brother, do you really not respect me at all?

On the way back, Xie Linchen noticed Wen Yubai's absent-mindedness and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That child from the Li family has good aptitude, so why doesn't Master accept him as a disciple?" Wen Yubai carefully chose his words, trying to make a final attempt.

Xie Linchen raised his eyes, then suddenly leaned closer. "You want me to take him as my disciple?"

The breath brushed past my ear, carrying a cold, oppressive feeling.

According to the character's established personality, Wen Yubai certainly didn't want Xie Linchen to take on other disciples.

He was the best disciple among all his master's disciples.

But his task was to stabilize the plot, so he wanted Xie Linchen to accept the protagonist as his disciple as in the original plot, otherwise how could their relationship develop later?

Wen Yubai didn't know how to answer. If she said she wanted to, she was afraid of ruining her image. If she said she didn't want to, she was afraid Xie Linchen would actually listen.

Seeing the change in Wen Yubai's expression, Xie Linchen didn't want to make things difficult for her any longer.

"Alright, the matter is settled. No need for further discussion."

There's nothing more that can be done now.

The plot is static, but the characters are dynamic.

If they see each other often, their feelings will naturally develop over time.

In the evening, because of the sword fight with Xie Linchen in the morning, the wound on her back that had healed reopened, so she went to the medicinal pool again to soak in it.

Feeling embarrassed to use facial recognition to enter the elders' private golden medicine pool again, he chose the open-air medicine pool shared by inner disciples instead.

There weren't many people around at night, so he chose a secluded spot, took off his clothes, and revealed the crisscrossing whip marks on his back.

Several of them cracked open again, oozing traces of blood.

This scene was witnessed by another person.

Chu Mingyuan held his breath and hid behind a tree, his fingernails digging deeply into the bark.

He should have been gleefully watching his enemy suffer, but he was stunned by the back covered in whip marks.

The man didn't even frown; he applied some ointment and slowly entered the medicinal pool.

In the rising mist, the senior brother's face could be vaguely seen.

He clearly saw her fair skin flush slightly, her drooping eyelashes tremble slightly, her lips part, and she sigh.

"Have you seen enough?"

The intense gaze annoyed Wen Yubai, so he turned to look behind the tree.

Water droplets slid down her collarbone, her dark hair clung wetly to her neck, and her indifferent eyes now held a blatant look of disgust.

Now that he had been discovered, Chu Mingyuan stepped out, his gaze shifting from subtle to unrestrained.

"Senior Brother Wen, what mistake did you make that you were whipped so many times? It's heartbreaking to see."

"If Junior Brother Li is bored, why don't you go practice your sword?"

Chu Mingyuan muttered to himself, "I heard that the senior brother was punished because of the disappearance of a junior brother. Has he not been found yet?"

Wen Yubai glanced at him, thinking to himself that he was just pretending not to know the answer.

"no."

Chu Mingyuan had somehow arrived near the medicine pool.

He smiled and looked down at Wen Yubai in the pond, casually asking, "Does Senior Brother want him back?"

Wen Yubai replied flawlessly, "Junior Brother is well, so Master can rest assured."

"I see. Then Mingya will not disturb Senior Brother Wen's healing."

The smile on Chu Mingyuan's face vanished instantly after he turned around.

The moonlight shone on his suddenly somber face, and the darkness surging in his eyes almost materialized.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

Senior brother, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine.

He hated himself. For a moment just now, he even wanted to reach out and apply ointment to those hideous whip marks.

He actually felt sorry for her.

The night breeze carried the bitter fragrance of the medicinal pool, and Chu Mingyuan chuckled softly.

A touch of self-deprecation, a touch of madness.

He raised his hand to wipe away the blood that had appeared on the corner of his lips without him noticing.

Senior Brother Wen...