After transmigrating into the body of a junior sister of a celestial sect, the cultivation world wen

When Sang Daohe first met Ning Yue, he thought she was just a highly talented alchemist and even considered using some tricks to recruit her into his family.

During my visit today, I learned that she was actually Ning Yue, the rising star of the Fusang Sect.

That genius, who clearly possessed all five spiritual roots, was a rare find.

Sang Daohe's lips curled into a pleased smile.

……

The little flower appeared silently on Ning Yue's shoulder.

He subconsciously lowered his voice and leaned close to Ning Yue's ear: "This person is not good. You may be in danger this time."

Ning Yue raised an eyebrow: "...You predicted that?"

"Hmm..." Xiaohua stared intently at Sang Daohe ahead, "...Can I describe it to you?"

"No need," Ning Yue said casually, twisting his neck. "Don't worry."

She was quite curious about what Sang Daohe wanted to do.

It's somewhat amusing; she hasn't even laid a hand on his son yet, and Sang Daohe is already thinking of attacking her.

"Quickly prepare tea," Sang Daohe called to the servant beside him as he entered the room.

In the shadows where no one was watching, he quietly ran his finger across the servant's clothes.

The servant lowered his head expressionlessly and left.

Yang Fei looked around the building without realizing it.

Every now and then, he would click his tongue in surprise in front of Sang Daohe.

"Uncle Sang's room is truly magnificent; I've hardly ever seen anything like it in the Fusang Sect..."

Sang Daohe didn't respond, but personally poured tea for Ning Yue and Yang Fei, looking at Yang Fei and saying—

"Nephew, you've been talking for so long, your mouth hasn't stopped. Are you thirsty? Here, moisten your throat."

Yang Fei's face darkened slightly.

Ning Yue suppressed a laugh and gently swirled the teacup that Sang Daohe had handed him.

Yang Fei glanced at it and smelled the aroma from the teacup.

He took the cup, sniffed it twice, and then lowered his head to take a sip.

The tea has just touched the tip of my tongue.

As expected of Sang Daohe!

Yang Fei felt a mix of emotions, half contempt and half pity for his own sect.

A single cup of this quality tea is worth a thousand top-grade spirit stones.

The Sang family is truly wealthy and powerful here.

Sang Daohe, being as shrewd as a man, noticed Yang Fei's fondness for the cup and poured it for Yang Fei himself without asking any servants.

"What does my junior apprentice think of this tea?"

Yang Fei curled his lip: "...Good tea."

"That's good," Sang Daohe said with a smile. "I was afraid I wouldn't be able to entertain you well, so I brought out all the best tea I had in store."

He then glanced at Ning Yue casually and asked, "Junior Nephew Ning, won't you take a look?"

Ning Yue slowly stroked the cup with his fingers, turning it twice, watching the tea stems swirling inside.

Sang Daohe stared intently at her cup of tea without blinking.

"I can't tell the difference between good and bad tea. All tea tastes the same to me. I'm afraid of wasting my uncle's good tea."

"How can you call it a waste?" Sang Daohe quickly said.

"I brought it out to entertain my two junior disciples; it's fine if it's just to soothe their throats."

Yang Fei was stunned after hearing this.

Junior sister is a tea connoisseur, how could she not know how to appreciate tea? Could it be—

He looked down at the teacup in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then showed a hint of annoyance.

But before Sang Daohe could look over, he immediately smoothed his brow and pretended nothing had happened.

Ning Yue smiled and drank it all in one gulp: "Then I'll just treat it as regular tea."

Yang Fei was puzzled again, wondering if he should continue to feel annoyed.

Sang Daohe noticed a few drops of water on Ning Yue's lips, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He showed his concern meticulously, and when no one was looking, he refilled the teacup.

Sang Daohe was relieved only after the two of them had finished the entire pot of tea.

Yang Fei initially saw that Ning Yue thought there was something wrong with the tea and declined to drink it.

But then he saw Ning Yue drink it all without any warning, and then he thought about how the two of them were direct disciples of the Fusang Sect.

Even if Sang Daohe had the desire to steal, he didn't have the courage to do anything.

So I felt a little relieved.

"It's getting late. Why don't you two junior disciples rest here? I'll go and have someone prepare a meal."

Yang Fei: "We wouldn't dare trouble you, Uncle-Master. We've booked rooms, so we can go back and rest."

Sang Daohe disagreed: "No guest room is as comfortable as this place, Uncle. We're all family, so there's no need to be so formal. Listen to Uncle, let's rest here."

"this……"

Ning Yue glanced at the surrounding layout without making a sound, and secretly memorized it.

She came to see Sangpang.

But every time the conversation veered towards Sang Pang, Sang Daohe would silently change the subject.

Something feels off.

Ning Yue turned her head and said, "We won't disturb you any longer, Senior Uncle. My Senior Brother and I will head back now."

She pulled Yang Fei and turned to walk towards the door without stopping at all.

Sang Dao and Dun stood a few steps behind them, their expressions somber.

Ning Yue's toes suddenly hit the barrier!

Barriers have been set up at the exit!?

Ning Yue raised his hand and touched it, and the barrier faintly glowed in the darkness.

They've actually surrounded the entire Sang residence?!

A glint of gold flashed in Yang Fei's eyes as he stared at Sang Daohe and asked, "What is Uncle-Master doing?"

Sang Daohe chuckled, "It's rare for my uncle to be so hospitable. Are you two nephews really not going to give me any face at all?"

Seeing his expression, Yang Fei chuckled, shielding Ning Yue behind him, his eyes gleaming even brighter.

"What? You think you can force us to stay if we want to leave?"

Sang Daohe simply watched him with a calm and composed expression.

Sure enough, Yang Fei paused a few breaths later, then suddenly clutched his chest in pain.

Ning Yue reached out to support him: "What's wrong, Senior Brother?"

Yang Fei's eyes flashed with anger as he looked at Sang Daohe in disbelief.

"What did you put in the tea?!"

Sang Daohe looked at Yang Fei and smiled.

"I thought you wouldn't fall for it. Did the Fusang Sect protect you too well?"

The pain intensified, cold sweat broke out on Yang Fei's forehead, and he collapsed, unable to hold on any longer.

Ning Yue quickly went to help him up.

Sang Daohe reassured them, "Don't worry, it's just incapacitating you; there's no danger."

After speaking, she stared at Ning Yue with a puzzled look: "Are you alright?"

Ning Yue paused for a moment: "..."

Oh no, I forgot to install it.

She has too many poisons on her body; this level of poison won't have much of an effect on her health.

That's why she drank the tea so carelessly.

Yang Fei, still clutching his chest, looked at Ning Yue in shock upon hearing this: "Junior Sister? Are you alright?"

"ah--"

The moment those words left his mouth, Yang Fei watched helplessly as his junior sister clutched her chest in pain.

With a pale face and a forced smile, he explained to Yang Fei, "Perhaps my body is too healthy, and the medicine's effects are delayed."

"..." Yang Fei: "Oh..."

To better fit the scene, Ning Yue clutched her chest and collapsed next to Yang Fei, as if she couldn't breathe from the pain.

Yang Fei immediately lifted up his junior sister nervously, glared at Sang Daohe, and quickly took out his disciple's jade token.

Sang Daohe casually interrupted him: "Give up on that idea. No communication can get out from here."

Yang Fei took a breath and stuffed the jade pendant back in.

He was holding Ning Yue in one arm and clutching his chest with the other, looking very tired.

Ning Yue secretly opened her eyes to look at him, her feigned pain almost making her feel guilty.

Then Yang Fei said in a strong voice—

"Sang Daohe! You poisoned your direct disciple, what exactly are you trying to do!?"

If this gets back to the sect, even if you once saved the sect leader, it will absolutely not end well!

Sang Daohe, however, acted indifferently and spoke to the attendants around him.

"Carry these two to the backyard, then go and investigate the surrounding area to find out who saw them at the Sang residence today..."

"—Do it all."