These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"I knew you were never a kind person. If you had somewhere else to go, why would you come here?"

"What you're saying... Sister Xitong, you've really misunderstood me. Even if there's nothing wrong, I'd still like to come here for a stroll. It's not for any other reason than that Medicine King Pavilion will always be my second home."

"Pfft...you little rascal."

Mu Xitong smiled and poked the boy's forehead with her finger.

Wei Tu readily lay down to cooperate. The medicine stove was still burning, so it was very warm and there was no need to worry about catching a cold. Besides, it would be unreasonable for a cultivator of this level to catch a cold.

Wei Tu lay there, staring at the ceiling, enjoying an indescribable tranquility. As the saying goes, standing is not as good as sitting, and sitting is not as good as lying down.

At this moment, Wei Tu just wanted to lie down and have a long dream.

"Sister Xitong, do you know what happened?"

He suddenly asked.

Mu Xitong braced herself on the floor with one hand, her shoulder slightly turned to the side, her clothes hanging at one corner of her shoulder, an alluring angle that seemed ready to slip off at any moment.

"I know, it's nothing more than that he supported the patriarch of the Yuanjian Sect, but in the end, he was still up to no good and was willing to let the sect he created be destroyed for the sake of immortality..."

How do you feel?

Wei Tu turned his head and asked, "There's not much you can see from this angle; the key parts are completely covered by the dress."

But the rounded shape of her buttocks, covered in a light gauze, was so alluring, as if beckoning the young man to try it out and see what it felt like.

The woman slightly raised her head.

"I don't feel anything... I've heard it before: 'People die for wealth, birds die for food.' Perhaps cultivators don't seek wealth, but they pursue other things, and they are even more fanatical than ordinary people. It's not that so-called immortals are symbols of high moral character; it's just that people spread rumors about them. What in the human world could they possibly covet? But in the Immortal Continent... these things are magnified infinitely."

Don't you feel that this world is dark and the future is hopeless?

Wei Tu smiled and looked at Mu Xitong.

Mu Xitong looked down at Wei Tu.

Then he lowered his head and turned to the side.

Her collar dropped slightly, revealing a hemispherical shape that was incomparably beautiful.

Its alluring, delicate color seems to exude a fragrance.

Her deep eyes looked at the boy, and then she smiled, a smile as warm as an older sister's.

"No matter where you are... there will always be places where the sun doesn't shine. Should we blame the world for being too dark then?"

Wei Tu shook his head.

Mu Xitong reached out and gently brushed the strands of hair from the boy's forehead, revealing his smooth forehead, and looked into his peach-blossom-like eyes.

"That's right, firmly believe that you are doing the right thing and walking on the right path. If there is no light, then you become the light yourself." PS: Okay, here comes the daily updates you've been waiting for. I'm still asking for your votes at the beginning of the month~ There will be fewer updates these few days, but it's okay. I'll probably be back to normal updates around the 4th or 5th, and there might even be extra updates, so please vote with your monthly tickets first~~~ If you're interested in my new book, you can check it out. It's called "My Love Game is All About Chopping Wood." I have plenty of manuscripts to back me up, and I think my writing is pretty good.

100 Everything About You~ (Seeking votes at the beginning of the month~)

Will it become a ray of light?

Perhaps I am not so determined to be a light that shines on everyone. The sun is indeed extremely important to people, but who really wants to just be a light that shines on others, living brilliantly above everyone and looking down on all living beings all day long?

It must feel good to be praised, lauded, and even worshipped; otherwise, so many people wouldn't be chasing fame and fortune. But Wei Tu has heard too many stories like this, and there are countless examples of how people start out and how they fall from grace.

Wei Tu never intended to be a god-like figure from the beginning. The more brilliant the halo at the beginning, the dimmer it will be after the fall.

The boy was now left only with a bitter smile as he lay on the floor.

"I have always been the one carrying the torch forward."

Mu Xitong looked at the boy with a smile, noting his familiar, pretentious maturity.

In reality, it is indeed annoying when a young person is oblivious to sorrow but forces himself to be melancholic. However, not everyone feels this way. For example, the feeling this young man evokes, and the things he does, make it clear that a young man burdened with responsibility can transform into a man overnight.

"Alright, stop being so sentimental. How about we sing a 'Lament for the Fallen Flowers'?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wei Tu laughed.

This woman understood her own thoughts, but Wei Tu really didn't need any more comfort. Now it seemed that comfort was useless anyway, and he had never relied on comfort to live.

Mu Xitong gently patted the boy's cheek.

"Alright, once you've mustered your willpower, get up and cook. We're starving."

Wei Tu looked at Mu Xitong with a wronged expression.

"I'm practically a world-saving hero, why do I still have to cook?!"

Mu Xitong looked at Wei Tu as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Don't forget who was supporting you before. You think you can avoid cooking? Or should I make a great hero plaque and hang it around your neck?"

"...Then forget it."

The scene is so beautiful, I can't even imagine it.

Wei Tu still went to cook a meal, which the little fox ate with relish before darting into the forest and running off happily.

Perhaps it was because Wei Tu had told her she was fat so many times that she started paying attention to managing her figure.

The matter at Medicine King Pavilion has been temporarily resolved.

In the afternoon, Wei Tu went to Xiaoyuan Peak.

Although Xiaoyuan Peak experienced much less vibration and fewer subsidence areas compared to other mountains, it was still affected.

For example, in my own small courtyard, a large part of the roof of the house collapsed.

Many things inside were damp.

Wei Tu spent some time moving things out to air them in the sun, and some things that were beyond saving or were smashed were simply thrown away.

As for the roof repairs, they won't be finished in a day or two, so the boy still can't come back to sleep.

Whenever Wei Tu thought of this, he felt extremely heartbroken.

"Master, look, it's not that I don't want to come back, it's just that I really have nowhere to sleep. How about I sleep in your room?"

"...What nonsense are you thinking!"

Lu Qingyan glared at the boy with annoyance, then looked outside with a hint of fear, even though no one was actually passing by.

Jiang Ying also went to work with Su Mi and the others, and is not at Xiaoyuan Peak at all.

However, Lu Qingyan couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt.

"How could I face anyone if people found out?!"

Wei Tu was stunned, looking at his master who was blushing.

"Um... as long as nobody knows, it's fine?"

Lu Qingyan was also stunned, only then realizing how easily she had said something that could be misunderstood.

"You wish! That's not what I meant!"

Wei Tu squinted at her and turned slightly to the side. It was a simple movement, but it made Lu Qingyan feel a lot of pressure for no reason.

From a man who can't be entirely regarded as a teenager.

"Really not?"

"Of course, what nonsense are you thinking? I am your master!"

"But you've already kissed."

"What kissing...you...you want to die?!"

"Hey hey hey."

Wei Tu couldn't help but laugh, his body even trembling slightly.

Lu Qingyan didn't even look at Wei Tu anymore.

I knew I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted and indulged this boy so much... Now look what's happened, he has no respect for me at all, and when we're alone together he's a complete pervert.

Lu Qingyan was shy and nervous, struggling to maintain her composure by relying on her master's influence.

"I'm really impressed with you. You still have the mind to think about these things even after they've all passed."

Wei Tu didn't rush to do anything to spoil the mood. Instead, he slowly picked up his tea, took a sip, and smiled.

"Isn't it the most truthful principle to enjoy life to the fullest when you're successful...? It's precisely because I've been on the verge of life and death that I understand even more how those who survive should enjoy life. Otherwise, if you're always living in a state of tension, aren't you tired, Master?"

Looking at the boy's smiling face, Lu Qingyan recalled how tall and imposing he had been that day, and asked with some doubt.

"By the way... there's something I've wanted to ask you since the beginning. You can either tell me honestly or you don't have to. It doesn't matter, but don't lie to me."

"Yes, Master, please ask."

Wei Tu seemed to know what the woman wanted to ask, but he didn't show much emotion. For him, there was nothing that couldn't be explained, and he hadn't done anything that he couldn't face others with. This was his conscience at peace.

Lu Qingyan looked into Wei Tu's eyes. This familiar boy had given her an extremely unfamiliar feeling before. She seemed to sense that something was wrong. Considering the changes in this boy recently, it seemed that he had formed a completely different image from the Wei Tu she knew before.

Are there two people?

She actually had some doubts.

"Are you... still Wei Tu?"

Even if she knew that the other person would give her a negative answer to such a question, she wouldn't know what to do.

But she didn't want that kind of answer... She could feel most clearly the huge changes in the boy's strength and mentality.

This kind of change cannot happen overnight.

She couldn't believe such an outrageous thing, but emotionally, her feelings were becoming increasingly blurred, and she didn't know how to feel about the boy in front of her.

Is it liberation, or complete blockade?

She only needs one answer.

Wei Tu did not answer immediately, but looked at Lu Qingyan.

What if I answer no?