This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

"Whoosh..."

With a single cut, cherry-red juice flowed onto the wooden board.

Qingfeng worked swiftly, cutting the cracked watermelon brought by Wang Jingshu into almost identical pieces with a few quick strokes.

She naturally picked up one of the pieces and placed it in Mingyue's hand, saying softly:

"Be careful not to get the juice on your clothes."

Mingyue smiled faintly and nodded.

Qingfeng picked up another piece, looked at Wang Jingshu who was still sulking, and smiled warmly.

"Don't be angry, come on, this melon looks delicious..."

Wang Jingshu pouted and snorted:

"Hmph, he even broke the melon trying to save that old woman..."

Qingfeng smiled, placed the watermelon in Wang Jingshu's hand, and comforted her:

"Whether it's broken or not, it still tastes the same. We're eating the watermelon's flesh and juice, not its appearance..."

Wang Jingshu was still not satisfied and retorted:

"But... I clearly meant well by saving her, how can she turn around and accuse me of hitting her? She's blind..."

Qingfeng didn't think Wang Jingshu was wrong just because she started swearing; instead, she chimed in:

"To be so ungrateful, calling her blind is too lenient. According to Master's teachings, such a person will eventually face karmic retribution and reap the consequences of her evil deeds..."

Hearing her senior brother say that, Wang Jingshu felt much better. She picked up the watermelon and took a big bite, her mouth full of watermelon juice, still mumbling incoherently:

"I really regret saving her. If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have just stood by and watched."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng, who was just about to watch the drama unfold, paused, his expression instantly turning serious.

Mingyue, who was standing to the side, also stopped eating her melon, straightened her posture, and looked at Wang Jingshu with her gray-white eyes.

Wang Jingshu was still angrily munching on her melon when she noticed her senior brothers and sisters suddenly quiet down. She then looked up at them with a blank expression.

She looked up blankly at the clear breeze and bright moon, and asked in confusion:

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at me..."

Qingfeng sighed softly, as if pondering how to tell Wang Jingshu.

He spoke after a moment:

"Jing Shu, your senior brother knows you were wronged just now. It's only natural for you to vent and feel dissatisfied. There's no problem with that."

"But you must distinguish right from wrong, and keep it firmly in mind, and reflect on yourself often."

Hearing Qingfeng's tone, Wang Jingshu dared not laugh or joke anymore. She quickly put down the watermelon and sat up straight.

"Please speak, senior brother."

Qingfeng nodded, his tone softening slightly as he said:

"Master often says that everything has a cause and effect."

"The man riding wildly on the street today is the cause; your act of saving him is the result of being maliciously falsely accused."

"But ultimately, the source of cause and effect lies within your own heart."

"Because you are kind-hearted and always stand up for what is right when you see injustice."

"You suffered injustice and witnessed the disastrous consequences, so you use those consequences as a premise to reverse the process of saving people."

"In a sense, this is equivalent to overturning one's own goodness and denying one's own true nature."

"The order here is wrong."

Wang Jingshu seemed lost in thought and remained silent.

Seeing this, Qingfeng knew that she had taken it to heart.

So he continued:

"The evil of others is their own karma. If you deny your own goodness because of the evil of others, your mind will be disturbed and you will fall into a state of indecision."

"This is tantamount to punishing yourself with the bad consequences of others."

Is it worth it?

Wang Jingshu shook her head subconsciously.

Qingfeng smiled with satisfaction and said softly:

"Jing Shu, remember, you saved people because of your kindness. Whether they repay you with gratitude or are ungrateful is their business and has nothing to do with you."

"Don't deny your own goodness because of the evil of others; that's the worst thing you can do."

At this point, Qingfeng immediately added:

"Of course, there are standards for doing good deeds in this world. Sometimes, indiscriminate acts of kindness can have more serious consequences than doing evil."

"Therefore, one should think thrice before acting and plan before making a decision."

Although Wang Jingshu would often doze off and slack off whenever she studied with Qingfeng and the others, the influence she had over time had a significant impact on her.

Listening to Qingfeng's words of wisdom, the knot in her heart slowly untied.

In short, it all boils down to three words—who cares.

What others do is their business; what you should do is the foundation of your character.

Thinking of this, Wang Jingshu's tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed.

Two long, slightly heroic eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes were full of respect as he looked at Qingfeng.

"Senior brother, you're amazing! Not only are you amazing in cultivation and martial arts, but you're even incredibly good at reasoning. I'm starting to admire you..."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng couldn't help but chuckle, and gently tapped Wang Jingshu's head, saying:

"What's so great about me? I learned all this from my master..."

Upon seeing this, a strange light flashed in Mingyue's eyes.

She looked at Wang Jingshu, and although she couldn't see her eyes and expression, she could sense the peculiar meaning in Wang Jingshu's tone.

Mingyue lowered her head slightly, pursed her lips, picked up the watermelon, and continued eating as if it were none of her business.

She didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Having resolved her inner conflict, Wang Jingshu returned to her usual lively and cheerful self, happily munching on a watermelon without a care for her image.

After she had eaten her fill, she wiped her mouth with her expensive gauze dress, drew a sword, and leaped into the courtyard. She said to Qingfeng and Mingyue:

"Senior brothers and sisters, my swordsmanship seems to have improved quite a bit recently. Could you take a look and see if you can help me..."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu began to practice her swordplay.

His aura changed instantly, and a sharp and murderous intent enveloped the entire courtyard, making people involuntarily feel a little uneasy.

Wang Jingshu is indeed very talented in swordsmanship. She started practicing swordsmanship with Qingfeng in the second half of last year, and almost a year has passed since then.

Her swordsmanship had long surpassed the basics; her sword moves flowed smoothly like flowing water, and her movements were agile and graceful, without the slightest hint of superficiality.

In addition, she had consumed a lot of body-tempering pills refined by Li Daoxuan in recent days, and her physique had already far surpassed that of an ordinary girl.

His strength and speed have both reached the critical point of becoming a martial arts master.

If Li Daoxuan hadn't been holding her back from entering the realm, Wang Jingshu would probably already be a first-level martial artist by now.

Under the sunlight, the sword reflected a chilling glint. Wang Jingshu was practicing a sword technique she had recently learned. The sword moves were sharp and the killing intent was overwhelming.

Combined with the extraordinary divine weapon, the Yiru Sword, the entire courtyard was instantly filled with a sharp sword intent.

"Jing Shu's swordsmanship has improved so quickly..."

Qingfeng sincerely praised.

Mingyue nodded and smiled:

"If the sword cultivation method you and Master researched succeeds, Senior Brother, Jing Shu will probably become the first sword immortal in this world."

Upon hearing this, Qingfeng sighed and said helplessly:

"Alas, my senior brother is slow-witted and still has no clue. I hope Master will bring good news after he comes out of seclusion."

Just then, a sound came from the courtyard of the neighboring clinic.

"Doctor, doctor? Is anyone there? Someone come quick..."

Upon hearing someone inquire about a diagnosis, Wang Jingshu abruptly stopped her swordplay and looked at Qingfeng, saying:

"Senior brother, you go ahead and get busy."

Qingfeng nodded, wiped his hands, and went through the small door that opened separately between the two courtyards.

Wang Jingshu pursed her lips and said to Mingyue:

"Senior sister, can you help me see if there are any problems with my swordsmanship?"

Mingyue nodded. "Okay."

"Ouch...it hurts..."

Just as Wang Jingshu was about to continue practicing her swordsmanship, a sharp scream suddenly came from next door.

Wang Jingshu was taken aback, turned her head in confusion, and muttered to herself:

"That voice...it sounds familiar."