Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

Dusk enveloped Xuejiang Peak, and the bamboo branches rustled in the wind.

Xiao Wuli walked on the jade-white stone steps, his fingertips unconsciously curling, his thin lips slightly pursed as he walked towards his master's bedroom.

The bathhouse that his master had ordered had been built. He went to inform his master and, by the way... check what was going on with the marks on his master's legs.

The old man, his face bruised and swollen, munched on an apple and chuckled coldly.

He dared to beat up even a god during the day, but now he's terrified to even glance at his master.

The old man tossed the apple in his palm into the air, caught it steadily, and watched Xiao Wuli's steps slow down, his expression growing increasingly hesitant. He casually remarked, "I think I sensed that the sect leader arrived at Xuejiang Peak just now. Weren't you observing Master's location? How come you didn't even know the sect leader had entered Master's bedchamber?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man missed catching the apple he threw into the air a second time, because the person wearing it started running.

Old man:........

.

Ouch! That hurts! Be gentle.

Xiao Wuli paused, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight in the bedroom.

"Oh dear! I'm late!" Upon hearing this, the old man quickly covered his ears, exclaiming, "Don't look at what you shouldn't see, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear!"

"You expect to be comfortable if it's not heavy? Do you even want this part anymore?"

The sect leader Xie Hanfeng's slightly hoarse voice came from the bedchamber, carrying a hint of coaxing.

"Yes! It's all your fault! Hurry up!"

His master's voice was softer than he had ever heard before, as if he would give him anything he wanted at this moment.

The ring clutched between her fingers was so tightly it was almost cracking, her knuckles were white as her hands hung at her sides, and the corners of her phoenix eyes were red as she stared intently at the bedchamber.

His throat tightened, and even his breath felt like it was wrapped in ice.

The old man, looking at his dilapidated house, panicked: "Hey! You brat, if you were curious about what they were doing, you barged in to see! Why are you taking your anger out on my house?"

"I'm a man, how dare you ask me to hurry?"

"Bang--!"

Xie Hanfeng had only uttered the last syllable when the door to the bedchamber was suddenly flung open, startling the two people on the bed. They instinctively turned to look at the doorway and saw...

Xiao Wuli fell against the door.

Xie Hanfeng, who was massaging Chi Buwan's back: ?

Is it too late to lie on the bed exposing your waist?

Xiao Wuli hurriedly stood up, his eyes filled with confusion, and bowed, saying, "Master, this disciple knows his mistake."

Xie Hanfeng opened his mouth to speak, but then he remembered System 337's earnest advice to him and Chi Buwan to "maintain their personas," so he swallowed back his words, "Brother, how did you fall?" and instead asked in a more formal, persona-maintaining tone, "What happened?"

The old man clapped his hands and slowly walked out of the door. In his spiritual state, only Xiao Wuli could see him.

Excuse me, both of you, but I have no choice but to resort to this tactic to protect my home.

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips, his head bowed low, unsure of what to say.

At that moment, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

He was glad that his master and the sect leader hadn't done those things, but he was also ashamed that he had barged in and appeared in front of his master in such a disheveled state.

He must have disturbed Master by barging in like this. Wouldn't Master think he was very impolite and be disappointed in him?

Master... This master is so good to him, but in just two days, he has done something to betray his master.

Master will definitely be angry.

He's such a failure.

Is he really as useless and incompetent as that master said?

he...

"Why are you crying?"

A clear, crisp voice slowly came from above his head.

Xiao Wuli paused for a moment, stopping the activity in his mind. He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze first falling on his master's dark hair hanging down in front of him, then moving upwards inch by inch, finally landing on his face, meeting his shimmering peach blossom eyes.

Moonlight streamed in from outside, illuminating his exquisite features. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, causing the candlelight in the room to flicker, and his heart to follow suit.

The master wasn't angry; he was still worried about him.

My nose suddenly felt a little sore, and my eyes welled up with tears.

Chi Buwan turned his head and glanced in the direction of the old man.

The old man paused for a moment, then slowly straightened up from his lazy leaning against the door frame, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Were you bullied?" Chi Buwan asked softly.

Xiao Wuli nodded, then shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice amidst the gentle coaxing, "It is this disciple...this disciple is incompetent."

Old man: ! ! ?

"There are no incompetent people." Chi Buwan listened to Xie Hanfeng's translation, lowered his head, rolled up his sleeves, and said with his eyes downcast, "Since we can't beat them now, let's remember the grudge. Things change, and we'll get our revenge later."

Xiao Wuli stared at the small mole on his eyelid until it disappeared before lowering his head and saying, "Yes, disciple understands."

Looking at his reddened eyes and listening to 337's complaint, Chi Buwan said, "If you can't beat them, just run away. You have the Lingxiao Sect behind you, and I will avenge you."

Xiao Wuli listened, and then could hear nothing but that sound. The thumping sound in his chest made his eardrums ache, and he didn't dare to breathe too heavily, for fear that the person in front of him would hear the uncontrollable sound of his heartbeat.

[This Death God Soul, a god actually bullying a weak Qi Refining stage cultivator? Are you kidding me?]

Chi Buwan looked at Xiao Wuli in front of her, cursing inwardly at 337.

Is he a good person or a bad person? In that female-oriented master-disciple novel I read before, the rings contained demons that could corrupt the male protagonist. Is he a demon too?

[337, give me one word: are you a demon or a god? If you're a demon, I'll kill you instantly.]

337's Data Analysis: [It's a god.]

"Damn it!" Chi Buwan muttered under his breath towards the door. "What kind of man bullies the weak!"

337:.......

"Give me some medicine." It's never too late to say that.

337 couldn't follow his train of thought. [Hmm?]

Not Too Late: [Didn't you see that Xiao Wuli's arm is covered in scrapes?]

337 looked over and noticed that the fabric on Xiao Wuli's arm was torn, and the skin underneath was red.

It slightly opened its mouth, and the words "Wait five more minutes and the wound will be healed" were squeezed to its lips, but in the end it didn't say them out loud, obediently closed its mouth, and dutifully got him the best ointment for the abrasion.

Chi Buwan looked at the medicine in her palm, raised her hand and handed it to Xiao Wuli in front of her. She raised her other hand, pointed at his arm, and said, "Take this back and apply the medicine. Don't leave a scar."

After saying that, he paused slightly and slowly added, "Scars aren't pretty."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuli, who was about to decline, changed his mind and accepted the gift, bowing his head to express his gratitude, "Thank you, Master."

Chi Buwan withdrew her hand, her gaze falling again on his slightly reddened eyes. She frowned slightly, and after a long while, she spoke: "A real man sheds blood, not tears. Don't cry because of one failure."

Xiao Wuli paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, disciple understands."

Nodding sooner or later.

Children can be taught.

"It's late, you should go back and rest. Starting tomorrow, I will have Yun Dan check your homework, so you're not allowed to slack off."

Xiao Wuli nodded, looked up to meet his eyes, and said with unwavering determination, "This disciple will certainly not disappoint Master!!!"

He nodded in satisfaction, not too late.

Look! Who says inspirational quotes don't work?

Xiao Wuli withdrew his gaze, but his peripheral vision slyly swept over the sect leader who was lazily lying on the bed. After noticing that he was dressed neatly, he silently withdrew his gaze, lowered his head, and turned to leave.

He paused for a moment after stepping outside, then turned back, picked up the door he had smashed, clumsily used magic to repair it, and then slowly walked away.

"Little Princess Wanwan, come here quickly! Let your brother rub it for you again~"

Xiao Wuli paused again.

The old man crossed his arms: "Don't look to me this time. Your master is incredibly powerful; he knows I exist. I wouldn't dare throw you in again."

He noticed that the incredibly beautiful fairy had given him a disapproving look.

Xiao Wuli paused for ten seconds before slowly walking forward. Only after walking a distance did he speak, "The sect leader and master are completely innocent; they don't have that kind of relationship."

Old man: ?

Old man: ......

Since you believed it, what expression did you make at the beginning?

Walking back to his house, Xiao Wuli realized that he hadn't told his master that the bathhouse had been repaired.

He turned around instinctively, but stopped a second later.

That's it.

His master told him to rest early and that he would tell his master again tomorrow.