Fairy, you call this repaying a debt of gratitude?

The white light collided with the blue light once again, unleashing a surging momentum that stirred up dust everywhere. However, this time, the momentum and scale were far less than when Shen Wei fought Meng Changgeng before.

The two figures staggered backward.

Meng Changgeng knelt on one knee, his long sword deeply embedded in the ground, barely managing to support his swaying figure.

Ye Qingci was not to be outdone; her spiritual energy was disordered, and her steps were unsteady. She had to lean against a broken wall to steady herself.

Both of them had exhausted their spiritual energy and it was quite difficult for them to even stand up. They were no longer able to fight.

If this were just an ordinary duel, then the two might be considered evenly matched at this moment.

But this was never an ordinary duel; it involved numerous conflicts of interest and was destined to be a battle with no draw.

With heavy breathing, Meng Changgeng gave the order to those behind him without turning his head.

"Ren...you, kill that brat and take out the pill...then bring Ye Qingci back to the Shangqing Sect."

But when he finished speaking, all that answered him was deathly silence.

He turned his head in confusion, and what came into view were the corpses of Ren You and the other two lying in a pool of blood, already lifeless.

He was secretly alarmed. Although he had no intention of letting these three return alive in his plan, and he would kill them after the deed was done, he still needed their help now.

"Who is it?"

Meng Changgeng's pupils contracted sharply, his heart sank, and his gaze quickly swept towards Ye Qingci's back.

As night deepened, without the support of spiritual energy, he was unable to use his divine sense and could only make difficult identifications with his blurry vision.

He discovered that Shen Wei, who had just collapsed unconscious on the ruins, had vanished without a trace!

"Huff...huff—"

The wind stopped, and a slight, rapid breathing sound came from behind him.

Meng Changgeng froze for a moment, then stiffly turned around.

Under the moonlight, a weak young man barely managed to stand behind three corpses. He must have been standing there for a long time, but his black clothes were not very conspicuous in the night.

Since breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, Shen Wei had never imagined that killing three Golden Core stage cultivators would be so difficult for him.

The moment their eyes met, Shen Wei moved, carrying his sword and walking towards him step by step.

Blood soaked through the two stray hairs on his forehead, and half his face was splattered with blood, making him look like a god of death returning from hell in a painting.

But what made Meng Changgeng even more uneasy was Shen Weizheng's constantly chilling gaze.

Just as he was about to struggle to sit up, an invisible force suddenly pressed him to the ground, immobilizing him and leaving him no strength to even lift his head.

"How...how did you manage to recover your strength so quickly?"

His tone was full of resentment and disbelief. He simply couldn't understand how Shen Wei, who had been severely injured and unconscious, could suddenly wake up and even kill his disciple.

Shen Wei did not answer, but staggered towards him step by step. The blade of the sword cut through the gravel on the ground, and the piercing "sizzle" sound was particularly eerie in the silent night.

The corpses that kept passing by Shen Wei's feet seemed to be his final resting place.

Meng Changgeng was terrified and dared not look Shen Wei in the eye again. He turned around, trembling, staring at the ground, muttering to himself:

"You...you can't kill me, you can't kill me! I'm the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in the Fuyou Sect, and I'll also be the youngest..."

Shen Wei finally arrived in front of him.

"Why can't you..." He leaned down slightly, his left hand pressing heavily on Meng Changgeng's shoulder, while his right hand slowly pulled Shen Ying backward, "to rest peacefully here, just as you said!"

"Pfft"

The shadow pierced straight through Meng Changgeng's back, and blood gushed out, completely staining the few clean spots on his black clothes.

Meng Changgeng's eyes were wide open, his face still frozen with resentment. Without even uttering a sound, he fell straight down, dying with his eyes wide open.

After dealing with Meng Changgeng, Shen Wei's tense body instantly relaxed, and he collapsed heavily onto the ruins, completely exhausted. He simply opened his arms, letting the cool night breeze caress his body.

Ye Qingci watched everything unfold before her eyes in silence. After a long while, she supported herself and stood up.

She walked around Meng Changgeng's body, stood in front of Shen Wei, and slowly reached out her hand, wanting to help him up.

"Let...let me lie down for a while."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingci did not speak, but silently withdrew her hand, then moved Meng Changgeng's body away, sat half-sitting in front of Shen Wei, her chin gently resting on her knees, and quietly watching him.

As the night breeze blew, the moonlight on the horizon grew paler, casting a silvery glow upon the two of them.

Ye Qingci couldn't help but look up and saw that a faint ray of sunlight had appeared on the horizon, dispelling some of the darkness.

Dawn is approaching, and the east is turning white.

......

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Wei slowly opened his eyes.

He subconsciously looked around and found that he was no longer on the messy ruins, but lying on a bed covered with brocade cushions.

The bed was soft and comfortable, and filled with a richer, sweet fragrance unique to young girls, which uncontrollably entered his nostrils.

He looked down at himself and saw that he was almost naked except for a thin undergarment.

However, the bloodstains on his body had already been cleaned off, and most of his wounds had been carefully treated.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Qin Yunshang slowly walked in. When she saw Shen Wei open his eyes, a hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

"You're awake?"

She sat down on the edge of the bed.

Shen Wei's throat was slightly dry, and his voice was still a little weak: "Um... Where is Ye Qingci?" His first thought after waking up was about Ye Qingci, wondering if she was alright.

Qin Yunshang knew that Ye Qingci was probably the Fairy Ye that Wen Yutang had mentioned, the former elder of the Shangqing Sect, and the most talented person in swordsmanship in the last hundred years.

Qin Yunshang wasn't particularly interested in the legendary deeds of Ye Qingci, which everyone in the five major immortal sects could talk about, but she listened with great interest and developed a certain appreciation for her.

However, Shen Wei's reaction dampened this already shallow appreciation.

But Qin Yunshang did not show it.

"She was chatting happily with Sister Wen outside."

"Oh..." Shen Wei responded softly, her heart easing slightly, her gaze returning to herself.

Did you change my clothes?

Upon hearing this, Qin Yunshang's fair cheeks instantly flushed with a faint blush. "No...no, I asked Anhe to change it for you."

"Oh...right, the reason I helped you change your clothes is because your clothes were covered in blood and completely ruined. I'll go outside and buy you some clothes that fit."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to suddenly remember something, "How about I take your measurements? That way, it will not only make it easier to buy clothes that fit properly, but I can also sew a set for you myself later, which will be more comfortable than what you buy outside."

Shen Wei didn't think much of it and nodded lightly: "Okay." After saying that, he reached out to lift the blanket off his body.

Qin Yunshang spoke without thinking, and after realizing what she had said, her face turned even redder, and she hurriedly grabbed his hand.

"Don't!"

"What's wrong?"

"...I'll have Anhe come and measure you."

She felt secretly ashamed. She was so embarrassed when Shen Wei was asleep that she didn't know how to measure his body if he was awake and watching.

Shen Wei couldn't help but smile as he looked at her shy and flustered appearance: "You saw it when you were little, didn't you?"

"No, don't mention my childhood!"

Seemingly thinking of something embarrassing, Qin Yunshang became somewhat embarrassed and angry.

Just then, the door was pushed open again, and An He, who had followed Qin Yunshang's instructions, walked in: "Miss."

In her memory, her young lady was always gentle and dignified in public and quiet at home, rarely showing such a shy yet exasperated demeanor.

Qin Yunshang quickly released her grip on Shen Wei's hand, stood up, and gave the order in a somewhat unnatural tone:

"Could you... help Young Master Shen take his measurements, be careful?"

After saying that, she looked at Shen Wei and hurriedly added, "I'll go out first and find you some clothes to wear temporarily."

Qin Yunshang left, leaving only An He and Shen Wei in the room, creating an awkward atmosphere.

An He coughed lightly and said softly, "Young Master Shen... I'll go get the ruler first, please wait a moment."