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

The sky was already bright.

Xiao Wuli's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strangely familiar fragrance lingered around his nose. The next second, after realizing who was in his arms, his body stiffened abruptly, and an unbelievable guess flashed through his mind.

He's embracing his master?

Xiao Wuli's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he unconsciously held his breath. His fingertips twitched slightly, afraid that he was dreaming, yet also afraid that he wasn't.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, lowered his gaze, and what came into view was that familiar, exquisite, and beautiful face that made him forget to breathe.

His master rested his head on his chest, his long hair loosely falling onto his shoulders and arms. The strange fragrance that haunted his dreams became stronger because of the close proximity. He didn't know if it was psychological or something else, but he felt that the fragrance seemed to smell better than usual.

Master's peach blossom eyes were closed, with the corners of his eyes naturally upturned. His eyelashes were long and thick, and the small mole on his eyelid added an unknowing touch of vibrant color to his fair skin, making him irresistibly alluring.

Xiao Wuli only snapped back to reality when he was almost suffocating, but he dared not breathe too deeply, afraid that the rise and fall of his chest would wake up the person sleeping soundly with his head on his pillow.

His throat was dry, and he subconsciously slowed his breathing.

"Young man, you are so lucky!" The old man's eyes reddened after watching all night.

How can someone be so lucky?

The old man had no intention of letting what Chi Buwan had done overnight vanish like smoke, so he told Xiao Wuli everything, leaving out no detail.

"...You went through this cycle of feeling cold and hot, vomiting blood, 23 times in a row, and your master helped you 23 times, time and time again. If you forget this kindness in the future..." The old man spoke up for Chi Buwan, "You're simply unworthy of being human!"

Xiao Wuli was completely frozen, staring blankly down at the person in his arms, his fingertips numb.

His master did it all for him...

"Huh? You've reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm?" After calming down from his indignation, the old man noticed something was wrong with his aura. Upon checking, he discovered that the man had broken through to the next level overnight!

Xiao Wuli broke through the Golden Core stage, a stage that ordinary cultivators cannot break through even after a hundred years, in just one night?

Xiao Wuli seemed not to hear his question, staring unblinkingly at the eyes of the person in his arms.

Old man:............

I'm going to rest now. You can read at your leisure, but don't disturb your master's sleep, or you'll be being disrespectful!

After saying that, the old man yawned and went into the ring.

The old man's words were clearly superfluous. Xiao Wuli wished his heart would stop beating so as not to wake his sleeping master.

The extremely close and intimate contact made Xiao Wuli's blood boil. His master's breath gently swept across his chest, and an itchy sensation spread to his limbs and bones, even making his fingertips numb.

He slowly raised his hand, but just as his fingers were about to touch the waist of the person in his arms, he suddenly snapped back to reality and froze in mid-air.

Xiao Wuli closed his eyes, trying hard to stop himself from looking.

"Sizzle—"

A small sound of tearing fabric suddenly rang out in the quiet environment. Xiao Wuli paused, then slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was his master's collar being torn open, revealing his exquisite and sexy collarbone.

His eyes widened, staring blankly ahead, not quite understanding what was happening.

After a long while, he quickly closed his eyes, but the beautiful collarbone seemed to be engraved in his mind. Even with his eyes closed, the radiant white skin still appeared before his eyes, and he couldn't shake it off.

As I kept my eyes closed for longer and longer, I unconsciously added a filter to my mind: a thin layer of pink tinged the prominent peak of her collarbone, creating an ambiguous, sculpted look.

Xiao Wuli's breathing became heavy, and he quickly opened his eyes. He took out the unused black silk that his master had given him from his storage ring and carefully covered his neck with it. The white skin was covered by the black silk, and nothing could be seen.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief, swallowed a few times as his throat felt dry, and unconsciously thought: Master's collarbones are all beautiful.

"Sizzle—"

Another sound rang out, and Xiao Wuli froze. His first reaction was not to look down, his neck stiff and rigid, and he dared not move.

Ultimately, curiosity overcame all reason, and Xiao Wuli allowed himself to take a quick look.

He lowered his eyes, then raised them again. In just a second, he realized that his master's clothes were not torn, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He looked down at the person who was still fast asleep with his head resting on his chest, and the tension between his brows gradually eased.

The next second, he stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of fair skin. Before he could react, he instinctively turned his head and unexpectedly caught sight of that exposed, porcelain-white waist.

Even without touching, it felt as soft as if it had no bones; its skin was fair and delicate, and could be firmly grasped by a slender hand.

With a loud bang, Xiao Wuli's mind went blank. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He held his breath and stared straight ahead until he felt hot all over. Then he suddenly woke up, as if he had done something extremely evil. He clenched his back teeth and his whole body tensed up like a stone.

The person resting on his chest seemed a little uncomfortable, their brows furrowing slightly as they turned over and buried their head in his arms.

Xiao Wuli still dared not move, feeling as if he was about to suffocate.

"Sizzle—" Another sound.

Xiao Wuli bit her lower lip, not looking. After covering the person in her arms with clothes, she slapped her forehead and knocked herself unconscious.

His master was so good to him, he wouldn't allow himself to do anything to disrespect his master.

-

When Chi Buwan woke up, Xiao Wuli was still not fully awake.

He sat up, his large clothes falling down with gravity, and he subconsciously looked down.

Is it too late?

Where did this beggar come from?

The clothes were torn to shreds, in pieces here and there, in tatters, with no part spared, including the collar, waist, and thighs.

Is it too late to slowly realize this?

He quickly cast a spell with his fingers to change his clothes, his face darkening: 【337!!】

The little dumpling scrambled out and showed him the screen that had been displaying while he was asleep.

After finishing reading it, Chi Buwan paused slightly, looked down at Xiao Wuli who was still unconscious, and was deeply moved.

This guy is a true buddy.

His clothes were torn, and Xiao Wuli was afraid he would be cold, so he covered him with his own clothes. If it were Xie Hanfeng, he would have been doing charity by not receiving a bunch of beggar photos the next morning.

He said no more, he would remember his brother's kindness!

337:........

The next second, Chi Buwan discovered that Xiao Wuli's cultivation had broken through.

So fast?

The shock came late.

This is much faster than described in the book; it's a full three years ahead of schedule!

In "Rebellion Against the Heavens", the male protagonist Xiao Wuli's cultivation speed is already a hundred times faster than that of ordinary people, but the Xiao Wuli in front of us is even more awesome than the one in the book.

There must be some reason for this.

But what is the reason?

Chi Buwan was puzzled and frowned slightly. At this moment, Xiao Wuli woke up and his gaze immediately fell on his master's waist. When he saw that the white skin had been covered, he realized what was happening and lowered his head with pursed lips.

"Awake?" A clear, cool voice slowly sounded in my ear.

Xiao Wuli looked in the direction of the voice, his gaze falling on his master's slightly furrowed brows. He hesitated for half a second, then lowered his head and nodded gently, "Mm."

Master seems angry. Is it because he found out about what happened last night?

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips uneasily. Thinking of this, his back gradually stiffened, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, his fingertips curled up, and he lowered his head to wait for his master's words.