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

"Master, here are your things." Xiao Wuli was very strong. He carried the weak man on his back with one hand and was able to reach out and hand him the warm jade he had just received.

Chi Buwan shifted her gaze to the warm jade in his palm.

Lotus in full bloom...

Teardrop-shaped.

"I don't want to..." Chi Buwan was in shock, wanting to hide but lacking the strength, and even her voice was weak.

Xiao Wuli was stunned for a moment, noticing his emotions. He held the warm jade in his palm, which was still warm. He didn't know if it was the warmth emanating from the jade itself or the warmth left on it because his master had held it for too long.

After Chi Buwan could no longer see that terrifying thing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing weakly against his back, his peach blossom eyes still brimming with the drunkenness of someone who hadn't quite sobered up.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she pondered for a couple of seconds why she was on Xiao Wuli's back.

Wasn't he drinking with Xie Hanfeng?

...My back feels so warm.

Her long eyelashes fluttered open and closed, and then, perhaps she forgot to open them again after closing them, her strong, hazy consciousness remained active for a few seconds before she completely succumbed to unconsciousness.

When he woke up again, he was lying in Xue Jiangfeng's own bedroom, and it was already dawn outside.

Chi Buwan sat up, rubbed the back of his head that ached from the night's drunkenness, and with a wave of his hand, the dull pain disappeared, and he felt refreshed again.

The next second, I was no longer feeling refreshed.

Because he discovered that the warm jade he had been clutching in his hand was gone!

Is it too late?!

You can't just throw this away!

Given Xiao Wuli's penchant for overpowered protagonist stories, he's bound to find something like this!

Chi Buwan searched the entire room thoroughly, but couldn't find even a speck of dust.

Having just returned from the main temple, 337 looked at Chi Buwan, who was bustling around the room, and asked in confusion, "Host, what are you looking for?"

【Warm Jade.】Chi Buwan stopped shaking the bedding, tilted her head to look at it, and asked, 【Did you see it?】

337 nodded: [Yes, I see it. It's in Xiao Wuli's hands.]

Is it too late?

Is it too late?

Is it too late?!

He knew it!

If we don't keep a close watch on things that rightfully belong to Xiao Wuli, they'll eventually end up back in his hands!

The sound of leaves rustling came from the doorway. Chi Buwan paused for a moment and turned his head to look.

He could vaguely see a tall figure not far away through the window, and he knew who it was without even opening the door.

Xiao Wuli.

More than half a month ago, I picked up a broom and cleaned his bedroom spotlessly every day, even more diligently and meticulously than a smart robot vacuum cleaner.

Chi Buwan asked 337, "What happened last night?"

Before leaving last night, 337 told him that it was going back to the main temple. It didn't know what happened last night, but it just played the screen recording for him.

Chi Buwan watched it very carefully, from beginning to end. At first, his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he stared blankly at the video as Xiao Wuli carried him step by step from Bailu Peak back to Xuejiang Peak, and finally carefully placed him on the bed.

Perhaps the old man beside him asked him something, because Xiao Wuli only heard him say something softly.

"The wind is a bit chilly tonight; if Master flies on his sword, he'll be exposed to the cold wind. And..."

"...It seems that Master doesn't like others touching him when he's flying on his sword."

No sooner had he spoken than Chi Buwan recalled the day he went to Bailu Peak to pick him up, and how he cleverly took two steps toward the hilt of his sword.

Her fingers, hanging by her sides, curled up unconsciously. She looked up at Xiao Wuli, whose eyes were sparkling and full of admiration, and her Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

It took him a while to slowly come to his senses, his eyes filled with confusion.

No.

Didn't he say he would protect those weaker than himself? Why is he hurting Xiao Wuli instead?

Xiao Wuli will indeed become a powerful overlord who dominates the world in the future, but right now he is just a 19-year-old boy who has only been able to draw in Qi for a month and is in the late stage of Qi Refining.

None of the events in the book have happened yet; this is just the beginning of the story. Why does he keep looking at Xiao Wuli with a hindsight perspective?

What has he been doing for the past month or so?

He deliberately avoided him, and even when it came to cultivation, he would just give him a cultivation manual and have Yun Dan teach him.

But how did Xiao Wuli treat him?

Respect him, trust him, be loyal to him...

And because of his own drunken dream of saying "I want to go home," he carried him all the way from Bailu Peak back to Xuejiang Peak.

He shouldn't treat Xiao Wuli so harshly because of things that haven't happened yet.

If he wants to protect the weak, then Xiao Wuli is now within his protection scope.

Otherwise, he would be no different from those beasts.

.

Chi Buwan opened the door and immediately saw Xiao Wuli, who had already swept the leaves into a pile.

"Master."

When Xiao Wuli saw him, his eyes were still bright, and he bowed respectfully with his hands clasped.

Chi Buwan nodded, but before he could speak, Xiao Wuli took out a handkerchief from his bosom and carefully unfolded it little by little, revealing the warm jade in the light.

Then, without knowing what he said, Xiao Wuli handed the warm jade in his palm towards him, his eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky.

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, then said, "It's for you."

Xiao Wuli shook his head, and then said something else, but it was clear that his voice was pleasant.

Chi Buwan said, "I have no use for it. You should keep it safe. If the sect uses the 'Nine Revolutions of Brahma' at the sect conference, you can use it to circulate the spiritual energy that is depleted in your body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wuli's eyes brightened, and joy shone from the corners of his eyes. Even those standing next to him could sense his excitement and happiness.

But Xiao Wuli quickly suppressed his smile, and after bowing respectfully to him, that dazzling smile reappeared on his face.

Chi Buwan unconsciously curved her eyes slightly, but her gaze fell and stopped at the hem of his clothes, where she saw an empty opening.

He paused for a moment, then raised his gaze slightly to meet Xiao Wuli's somewhat dazed look. He didn't look at it for long, but carefully examined the 'handkerchief' in Xiao Wuli's palm for a while. The color and fabric were exactly the same as the clothes Xiao Wuli was wearing.

337 also noticed this, saying: "[Host, the wealth of cultivators is actually related to their mortal status. Those in the Lingxiao Sect who dress well, use expensive things, and eat well are princes, princesses, and nobles in the mortal world, while people like Xiao Wuli, whose parents died early, are simply poor.]"