This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Ye Tingzhou's heart stirred slightly; he had clearly heard Qingfeng's self-talk.

However, his expression remained unchanged; he simply turned to the many kneeling youths and said:

"Let's take my junior sister with us and go..."

The others offered no further resistance, quickly helped the girl sit on the armchair, and carried her out.

As the girl passed by Qingfeng, she glared at him and said arrogantly:

"I order you to wash your hands one hundred times right now, do you hear me?"

Qingfeng chuckled softly, saying nothing, but silently calculating in his mind when the girl would be able to activate the Divine Fire Talisman.

With her temper, it probably won't be long.

The young man in white was the last to leave. He stood at the door and looked back, his eyes meeting those of Qingfeng, who was standing inside the house.

Sunlight streamed through the eaves and fell on Qingfeng, but his eyes were hidden in the shadows of the eaves. The boy could only see two deep, dark lights, but could not see Qingfeng's eyes at all.

"Huh, indigenous people..."

After uttering this saving face-saving remark, the young man turned and left the clinic.

Qingfeng's figure slowly retreated, eventually disappearing completely into the shadows, leaving only a rough outline visible.

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Outside the clinic, a group of teenagers in white carried the girl in pink out of the alley. Only then did the young man named Ye Tingzhou let out a long sigh of relief, turn around and smile apologetically at the girl in pink:

"Junior Sister, is your foot feeling better? Do you still need to see a doctor?"

The girl in the pink dress turned her head away with a cold face and snorted:

"Hmph, mind your own business..."

Ye Tingzhou looked embarrassed and somewhat helpless.

He glanced back into the depths of the alley but said nothing.

After they had gone a little further, Ye Tingzhou took out an item from his pocket, which was still the token.

All the young men in white paused instinctively upon seeing the token, their eyes filled with awe.

Ye Tingzhou waved his hand and said:

"Don't panic, this isn't meant to intimidate you."

The girl in the pink dress frowned and said with dissatisfaction:

"I know you have a sword token, so what? I'll ask my dad to give me one next time."

Ye Tingzhou gave a wry smile, shook his head, and instead of arguing, explained:

"This sword token was specially given to me by the sect leader before we set off. However, the sect leader's intention was not for me to use this sword token to intimidate you, but rather to protect myself in case of emergency."

Upon hearing his words, the young man named Nangong Jue couldn't help but sneer:

"Self-defense? In this barren land where spiritual energy has been severed and not even a seventh-realm cultivator can be raised, who could possibly threaten us?"

Ye Tingzhou looked at him as if he were an idiot, then turned to the girl in the pink dress and said:

"Jian Ling's reaction tells me that the young doctor just now... was very dangerous."

The girl in the pink dress was taken aback, a hint of doubt clearly appearing in her eyes.

Nangong Jue said with an exaggerated expression:

"Him? He's only at the third realm at most. Is he dangerous? Senior Brother Ye, aren't you being far too timid?"

Ye Tingzhou looked puzzled and gently shook his head.

"Perhaps it's him, or perhaps there's some powerful figure secretly hiding in that clinic. In any case, it's not a simple place..."

Having said that, he turned to look at the crowd and said in an unquestionable tone:

"Once we complete our mission tonight, we will leave this city immediately. No one is allowed to move around freely during this time. Understand?"

The disciples dared not disobey and bowed to accept the order.

The young man in white had no choice but to reluctantly clasp his hands in a fist and bow.

The girl in the pink dress turned to look in the direction of the clinic, then looked down at her feet, her lips unconsciously pursing tightly.

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After those people left, Qingfeng returned to the new house.

Wang Jingshu continued practicing her swordsmanship meticulously.

It seems that what just happened did not affect her.

Mingyue sat under the big camphor tree, gently stroking her bamboo cane, lost in thought.

Qingfeng sat down next to her, picked up a piece of melon and started eating.

At this moment, Mingyue spoke.

"They're gone?"

Qingfeng nodded.

Mingyue remained silent.

She was angry just now, so she subconsciously took out the most powerful Five Thunder Talisman.

But upon further reflection, he realized that he had acted somewhat impulsively.

Those people were clearly not the same kind of young master Wei that we encountered at Fuyang Mountain last time. Although they were all young, their strength was ridiculously high.

Once they start, the commotion will be significant.

The clinic is located in a residential area, and the Five Thunder Talisman is too powerful. If it is used, the surrounding people will probably suffer as well.

Mingyue was still shaken when she came to her senses; thankfully, her senior brother had stopped her.

However, the fact that these people were so arrogant and almost hurt Wang Jingshu made Mingyue feel uneasy.

Qingfeng noticed this and comforted him:

"It's all in the past, don't dwell on it anymore. They... won't have a good outcome."

Mingyue nodded, no longer thinking about what had just happened.

As the sun sets, orange rays of light bathe the courtyard.

Wang Jingshu, who had been practicing swordsmanship all afternoon, finally stopped. Sweat soaked her hair and clung to her flushed face as she panted heavily.

She seemed unusually focused today, practicing until her arms were trembling slightly.

Even the gentle breeze and bright moon felt a pang of sympathy seeing this.

They knew that Wang Jingshu must have been provoked.

Just as Qingfeng was about to get up and say a few words of comfort, Wang Jingshu cupped her hands in a gesture of respect to the two of them and said:

"Senior brothers and sisters, it's getting late, I should go back."

After saying that, Wang Jingshu turned and left, quickly disappearing from the gate of the new house.

Qingming sighed helplessly, unsure how to offer comfort.

Mingyue, standing to the side, said in an icy tone:

"Senior brother, how about we go and catch that brat who bullied Jing Shu tonight, and let Jing Shu poke a few holes in him..."

Qingfeng was taken aback, and couldn't help but feel a little amused and exasperated.

He hadn't realized that Mingyue had such a... cruel side.

He shook his head and replied:

"Well, people have to grow up, and they always have to experience some setbacks."

That being said, Qingfeng was actually secretly plotting to find an opportunity to teach that boy named Nangong Jue a lesson.

Mingyue pursed her lips and remained silent.

After leaving the clinic, Wang Jingshu did not go home.

Instead, he walked along the other end of Fu'an Lane to the Luoying River, holding her Yirujian, and walked aimlessly along the riverbank with his head down.

The setting sun was behind her, and her shadow ran in front of her, as if she were being led forward step by step by the shadow.

"Young lady, it's getting late. Why aren't you home? What are you doing here?"

Wang Jingshu, who was lost in thought, suddenly heard a familiar voice, looked up in surprise, her eyes filled with astonishment.

Suddenly, a young man dressed in a blue robe appeared in front of her.

The golden sunset shone on his face, softening and warming his angular, thin features.

Wang Jingshu stepped forward with delight, stopped in front of the young man, and looked up to ask:

"Master? What are you doing here? Weren't you in seclusion?"

Li Daoxuan rubbed Wang Jingshu's still sweaty head and laughed heartily:

"I'm just in seclusion, not asleep. I can hear what's happening outside. My little disciple has been wronged, how can his master sit still?"

Wang Jingshu was stunned. Her heart, which had been strong all afternoon, suddenly collapsed. Her nose tingled and her eyes filled with tears.

"Master... Waaah..."

Wang Jingshu didn't care about anything else, she threw herself into Li Daoxuan's arms, hugged his waist and burst into tears.