If I stay in the Hehuan Sect, I'll live off the pampered daughters of the Heavenly Pride Sect.

Inside the cave, the air was so quiet you could hear the dust falling to the ground.

Mo Chengyue stiffly turned his neck, only to meet a pair of deep, lifeless eyes in the corner, eyes that seemed to have seen through everything in the mundane world.

Junior Brother Wenren Ji had already woken up sometime earlier.

He sat cross-legged in the shadows, holding the broken sword that was taller than him in his arms, his gray-white pupils reflecting Mo Chengyue's chubby face, which was contorted with embarrassment.

There was no surprise, no gossip in his eyes, only a deathly silence that said, "Oh, so you guys are playing this big game."

"cough!"

Mo Chengyue felt as if there was a wad of cotton stuck in his throat, and he tried to break the suffocating awkwardness by coughing.

"Junior brother, let me explain... no, I mean, I want to explain."

"This is actually a long-lost ancient massage technique."

"Second Senior Sister is severely poisoned. In order to detoxify, she must be completely honest with everyone. This is the benevolence of a healer, a sacred radiance, and absolutely none of the ridiculous scenarios you're imagining!"

Wenren Ji remained silent.

He blinked slowly, his gaze lingering for a second on the oversized men's Taoist robe Qin Wanzhuang was wearing, before moving to Mo Chengyue's right hand, which was still suspended in mid-air and hadn't had time to retract.

Then, he silently took out a piece of dried meat from his storage bag and put it in his mouth.

"Click."

The crisp chewing sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent cave.

This kid brings his own food to the show?!

Mo Chengyue's mentality collapsed.

"Five hundred spirit stones!"

Mo Chengyue gritted his teeth and extended a hand.

"Hush money! If you dare utter a single word about what happened today, I'll write down your embarrassing childhood bedwetting incident and plaster it all over the Hehuan Sect!"

Wenren Ji paused for a moment while chewing the dried meat.

He expressionlessly extended two fingers, pinched the bag of spirit stones handed to him, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Then I closed my eyes again, and nothing had happened.

"make a deal."

Two words, sparing with words, yet carrying immense weight.

Mo Chengyue breathed a sigh of relief. As long as money could solve the problem, it wasn't a problem.

However, before he could fully relax, that chilling feeling returned to his back.

The source of this murderous aura was behind him.

Mo Chengyue turned his head back slowly, like a rusty robot.

The Second Senior Sister Qin Wanzhuang, who had been so fierce and ready to fight, was now looking down, staring intently at the large Taoist robe she was wearing.

That was Mo Chengyue's spare Taoist robe.

For Qin Wanzhuang, who is tall yet slender, the clothes were so big they looked like a stage costume, with sleeves so long they covered the back of her hands and a loose neckline.

You can vaguely see the delicate, jade-like collarbone inside, and that touch of pink that hasn't completely faded yet.

In the past, given Qin Wanzhuang's appalling germaphobia, wearing other people's clothes would have been more unbearable than death for her.

Especially men's clothes.

That is absolute filth!

But at this moment, her reaction completely exceeded Mo Chengyue's expectations.

She didn't tear her clothes, nor did she scream.

Instead, he slowly and carefully raised his hand, brought the cuff of his sleeve to his nose, and gently sniffed it.

That action resembles a cat checking the scent of its territory.

Mo Chengyue: "..."

It’s over.

Has this woman been poisoned and gone mad?

"Senior... Senior Sister?"

Mo Chengyue called out tentatively, clutching the earth escape talisman tightly in his hand, ready to run away at any moment.

"If you feel disgusted, then take off... no, just throw this outfit away, and I'll figure out a new one for you."

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly raised her head.

That face, which was usually cold and aloof, looking down on everyone as trash, was now covered with an extremely strange blush.

Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, yet also held an unprecedented stubbornness.

"Not dirty."

She murmured to herself, her voice so soft it was like a mosquito's hum, yet it struck Mo Chengyue like a thunderclap.

"Very clean..."

"Cleaner than myself..."

Mo Chengyue felt as if the top of his head was about to be blown off.

The domineering nature of the Yin-Yang Virtue Harmony Classic lies in this—it not only cleanses toxins, but also uses pure and yang true energy to "wash away" all the impurities that have accumulated in Qin Wanzhuang's body over the years.

Qin Wanzhuang now feels like a newborn baby, clear and pure.

This unprecedented sense of "cleanliness" all comes from the man in front of me, and the Taoist robe that is full of his aura.

For someone with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

This feeling of "absolute cleanliness" is more tempting than any divine weapon or peerless martial arts technique!

A fatal attraction!

Although Qin Wanzhuang's logic had failed her, her body gave the most honest response.

She instinctively gripped the neckline, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if afraid the dress would be snatched away.

"that……"

Mo Chengyue felt a panic as he looked at his second senior sister's increasingly "fanatic" gaze.

"Senior sister, now that the poison is cured, shall we settle the bill?"

He tried to use the allure of money to awaken his senior sister's rationality.

"The medical expenses, compensation for emotional distress, depreciation of the Taoist robe... rounded down to five thousand spirit stones, isn't that reasonable?"

Mo Chengyue once again brought out that little abacus, and started clicking away rapidly.

Qin Wanzhuang stared at the abacus, her eyes somewhat glazed over.

In the past, she would have coldly tossed him a bag of spirit stones and then given him a look of utter contempt, telling him to get lost.

but now……

She suddenly felt that this mercenary third junior brother was pleasing to the eye no matter how she looked at him.

Even the greedy way he manipulated the abacus exuded a... steady charm?

"Keep accounts."

Qin Wanzhuang pursed her lips. Although she was still trying to maintain a cool and aloof tone, the slight tremor at the end of her voice completely betrayed her.

"I'll give you ten thousand after we return to the sect."

Wow! Impressive!

Mo Chengyue's eyes instantly lit up like searchlights.

May the boss get rich! May the boss live to be a hundred!

He was delighted to write the accounts down in his little notebook.

"but……"

Qin Wanzhuang suddenly changed the subject.

She braced herself against the ground, trying to stand up, but due to her weakness, her legs gave way and she staggered forward.

Mo Chengyue reacted quickly and grabbed her arm.

"Be careful, senior sister! If you break it, will I still have to pay the remaining balance?"

Qin Wanzhuang did not push him away.

On the contrary, the moment she touched Mo Chengyue's palm, she felt as if she had been burned, her whole body trembled violently, but she gripped his hand even tighter.

She raised her head, her wet eyes fixed on Mo Chengyue's face.

The gaze slowly moved downwards.

It landed on Mo Chengyue's clothes, which were covered in mud, grass clippings, and even some bloodstains from an unknown monster.

His brows furrowed instantly, forming a "川" (river) shape.

The OCD radar is restarting.

"You... are too dirty."

Qin Wanzhuang's voice carried an unbearable disgust, but within that disgust lay a chilling possessiveness.

"Um?"

Mo Chengyue was taken aback and looked down at himself.

"It's pretty dirty, after all, I just rolled around in the mud, but I did this to save you..."