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

Xiao Wuli had reached the foot of Bailu Peak and walked forward step by step with his eyes lowered.

The old man, having already successfully formed a contract, crossed his legs and said, "Hey, you brat, why didn't you agree to form a contract with me before? Didn't you want to cultivate immortality?"

Xiao Wuli ignored him.

The old man was already used to it. "Look at you," he said, "you have such talent, yet you want to waste it. How heartbroken your master would be if he knew."

"He won't be sad," Xiao Wuli said.

"Hmm?" The old man chuckled a few times. "You've finally answered my question about Master. Tell me, why isn't he sad?"

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips and after a long while spoke, "My master... doesn't like me cultivating."

The old man's eyes widened: "What? It doesn't look like it!"

Xiao Wuli did not answer his question, but silently replied in his heart.

It certainly doesn't look like that now.

After walking a while longer, the old man in the ring kept talking, but Xiao Wuli ignored him.

Your master has arrived.

Suddenly, Xiao Wuli paused for a moment, then realized that it was the spirit of the ring teasing him, so he ignored it and continued walking forward.

I'm serious, your master has arrived.

Xiao Wuli frowned slightly, his thin lips parted slightly, and he was about to speak when he first smelled the sweet fragrance that belonged only to his master.

He froze, slowly looked up, and a streak of light suddenly pierced through the clouds, revealing a beautiful woman in a white brocade robe who gently landed on the bluestone.

His movements as he sheathed his sword were fluid and graceful. As he walked towards me, the hem of his skirt swirled with each step, unfolding and closing like flower petals, each step like a lotus blooming.

Only when she reached him did she gently lift her peach blossom eyes, which were filled with shimmering water, and let her gaze fall on him.

Hey! You little rascal, snap out of it!

Xiao Wuli quickly snapped out of his daze and bowed deeply, saying, "Master."

Hearing his voice made me remember something important...

He couldn't understand what Xiao Wuli was saying.

Is it too late?:........

Guessing that he was being called, Chi Buwan nodded slightly and responded softly, "Mm."

He intended to do more and talk less, and handed him the Cleansing Grass he had picked that day.

Xiao Wuli was stunned for a moment, the old man's shocked voice echoing in his mind.

[You little brat, are you trying to fool me? I even found you the Spirit Cleansing Herb, and you still say your master doesn't want you to cultivate. Do you know how hard it is to find a Spirit Cleansing Herb? If I hadn't inquired everywhere, I wouldn't have been able to find it at all.]

[Leaving aside its difficult location, the Cleansing Spirit Grass is guarded by demonic beasts at least at the Nascent Soul stage. Harvesting it would inevitably involve a fierce battle. No wonder I smelled blood on it from afar; it turns out it was just picked and rushed back to deliver it to you.]

You little rascal, you don't know how lucky you are!

Xiao Wuli looked up and met those peach blossom eyes, his expression somewhat anxious: "Master, are you injured?"

Old man: [Huh! Is that the point? And does he look injured? The smell of blood on him is from that late-stage Nascent Soul demon beast.]

Xiao Wuli's fingertips twitched slightly.

Chi Buwan, who didn't understand, didn't answer him. Instead, she pushed the Cleansing Spirit Grass forward again, her long eyelashes slightly lowered, and said, "Take it."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuli took a step back and gently shook his head, "This was obtained by Master after going through countless hardships, this disciple... this disciple cannot accept it."

Even if you can't understand what he's saying, can't you understand his head-shaking gesture?

He raised his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, flowing like soft water before slowly transforming into a scroll. He held it in his palm and gently tapped Xiao Wuli's head.

"Keep it safe, you'll need it when you go to Houchi Mountain tonight."

Xiao Wuli touched his head and paused for a moment.

Chi Buwan raised an eyebrow slightly. "What, this little bit of force hurts?"

"No, it didn't hurt." Xiao Wuli shook his head, his eyes fixed on the person in front of him, and quickly said, "Master, I have thick skin, it didn't hurt."

When Chi Buwan saw him shake his head, she took his hand and placed the Cleansing Spirit Grass in his palm. "Keep it safe. I don't want to say it again."

It's just a blade of grass.

There's no need for this back-and-forth; he wouldn't need it anyway. Besides, it's not very useful; it'll get old and worn out after a while.

If he wants it, he just needs to ask the system where it is, and then he can fly over on his sword to pick it.

If 337 knew what he was really thinking, he would definitely spit out blood.

Brother, this is a spirit-cleansing herb, not pig feed that you can find anywhere.

I should have let the host search for a while.

Men who are easily obtained will never be cherished!

Xiao Wuli stared blankly at his palm with his phoenix eyes, his breathing becoming soft. The back of his hand still felt the touch of those slender, jade-like fingers, slightly cool to the touch.

"Hey—! Young man, snap out of it! Your master is leaving!" the old man called out.

Xiao Wuli regained his senses and subconsciously looked at the person in front of him who had his back to him. He took a step forward, then quickly stopped, staring blankly at the figure, standing there not knowing what to do.

The Everlasting Sword had been summoned and obediently rested at its master's feet.

Chi Buwan noticed his gaze and turned her head slightly: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come over. Are you really going to walk back?"

Xiao Wuli's heart pounded. Looking at his slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, a guess flashed through his mind. By the time he came to his senses, he had already walked unsteadily behind his master.

Chi Buwan stepped onto the sword first, turned to look at him, slowly raised her chin, and said, "Get on."

Xiao Wuli's Adam's apple bobbed, his breathing became erratic, and he said softly, "Master, this is not in accordance with the etiquette of the Lingxiao Sect."

Chi Buwan frowned and reached out to pull him onto the sword.

He's so indecisive and lacks any manly qualities; I don't know how he became the male lead.

Xiao Wuli looked at the hand holding his, and his heart beat even faster.

Master's fingers are beautiful, with fair and delicate skin, distinct finger bones, long and strong, and pinkish tinge at the finger bones. Against the backdrop of his rough palms, they resemble lustrous jade.

Did the calluses on his palms hurt his master?

Such worries only flashed through his mind for a second, because his master let go after pulling him onto the sword.

But his heartbeat didn't return to normal for a long time. It felt as if that hand was not only gripping his hand, but also squeezing his heart. The sound of the wind around him was drowned out by the rapid heartbeat, and his mind was filled with those peach blossom eyes that shimmered with water.

Young man, if you wish to cultivate yourself into an immortal, you will likely need to hone your willpower.

The old man had seen some of the world.

He had never seen anyone like this before.

They just gave him a hand, and he acted like he was offering his whole heart to them.

His response was still silence.