These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Upon seeing Wei Tu approach, their gazes immediately filled with respect and fear.

In the past, many people were not familiar with Wei Tu.

Because Wei Tu wasn't exactly a sociable person; he always did his own thing and didn't make many friends.

For some reason, he incurred Li Hanyang's jealousy and dislike. As a result, in the mouths of those who surrounded Li Hanyang, this boy became a good-looking but unambitious, mediocre, and lazy good-for-nothing.

They're the kind of useless person who sleeps under a bridge, covered with a blanket, and when people ask why they're sleeping there, all they can say is "yes, yes, yes."

Some people chose to keep their distance from Wei Tu, while others cast disdainful glances at him. Some even went so far as to make sarcastic remarks or provoke the boy in order to express their loyalty to Li Hanyang.

However, Wei Tu used to dislike fighting with others, perhaps because of his inferiority complex, or perhaps because of his confusion at the time.

Now, anyone who sees Wei Tu, even if they've never spoken to him, will politely and respectfully address him as "Senior Brother Wei."

Some people of similar age also addressed him in the same way, as if afraid that Wei Tu would not feel his respect.

Sometimes, things just turn around gradually like this.

Wei Tu smiled as he looked at the group.

Hello.

Seeing Wei Tu's amiable demeanor, they felt a sense of pride, as if being treated gently by this young man was some great honor, and they couldn't help but boast about it after drinking with others.

Have you ever heard of my buddy Wei Tu?

Just thinking about it fills me with pride.

The main problem is that some fragments of information circulated and were subconsciously exaggerated, turning into something as remarkable as if they were some kind of extraordinary feat.

For example, in the previous duel with Yuan Jiacao, it was supposed to be two sword strikes, but some people say that Wei Tu only used one.

Some even say that Wei Tu only stood there and glanced at Yuan Jiacao, and Yuan Jiacao immediately admitted defeat.

The rumors from the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain were even more outrageous, claiming that Wei Tu, one of the only two survivors, single-handedly wiped out the entire demon race assassins, avenging the blood feud of the Yuanjian Sect disciples!

Furthermore, Wei Tu is now the greatest asset of the Yuanjian Sect, and he will be the most outstanding swordsman among the five great immortal continents in the future.

When he participates in the Dragon Slaying Tournament, Wei Tu will definitely be the champion!

With all this embellishment, the boy was portrayed as the object of admiration for men and the object of affection for women.

It's easy to imagine that only Li Hanyang would be extremely unhappy.

"Has Senior Brother Wei completed his mission?"

Wei Tu was stunned for a moment, while Su Mi beside him blushed slightly.

When the topic of missions came up… the two seemed to think of something strange. What missions were there? It was just…

It's simply a matter of cooking the raw rice into cooked rice.

Wei Tu realized what was happening and nodded repeatedly with a smile.

"Yes, it was a great success."

Those male disciples genuinely thought it was some kind of mission they didn't know about, so they immediately cupped their hands in celebration.

"Congratulations! You truly live up to your reputation as Senior Brother Wei, you're amazing!"

Wei Tu laughed heartily, in a very good mood.

"Oh dear... it's not good either, just so-so. The enemy was wiped out without a trace... hiss..."

Wei Tu, who was practically being chased away with his hands around his waist, disappeared from the sight of the male disciples.

Watching the seemingly perfect couple depart, the remaining few were filled with heartfelt emotion.

"Sigh... When will I be able to become like Senior Brother Wei, with a beautiful woman by my side, living a carefree and elegant life..."

"Your best chance is to go back to sleep as soon as you finish your shift."

"Fuck you."

"Hahahaha... This mission is hilarious."

Wei Tu couldn't help but laugh, and the shy and angry girl pinched the boy's waist in annoyance.

"You wicked thing, you're spouting nonsense everywhere!"

"I'm not making this up, hahaha... It was... it was our mission after all."

"You stinky senior brother, don't expect me to talk to you anymore!!"

Su Mi immediately fled towards Xuejian Peak as if he were running away.

Wei Tu was in a very good mood.

Then he came to a fork in the road.

It's a bit of a challenge.

On one side is the Medicine King Pavilion where Mu Xitong and the little fox are.

On one side is the Baoguang Hall, where fresh snow has fallen.

On the other side is Xuejian Peak, where Bai Youwei and Su Mi are located.

What remains is Xiaoyuan Peak, where Senior Sister Jiang Ying and Master Lu Qingyan reside.

Where should I go first?

So Wei Tu cast a divination for himself at this time.

The divination result appeared on the copper plate on the back of his hand, and the boy immediately turned around and strode towards Little Iris Peak.

It wasn't because something good was waiting for me there, but because the divination showed...

Xiaoyuan Peak is the slightly better option among all the bad situations right now.

Damn... what happened while I was gone? PS: Going to sleep now, hope the power outage ends soon~~~

39. I really can't reach it!

The winter snow gradually melted, and the warmth of the sun once again filled the cold of the season.

Such air makes one think: Spring is almost here.

Spring is here, what should we do?

Air out the laundry? Buy new clothes? Or perhaps enjoy a pleasant spring outing and feel the beauty of springtime blossoms?

Lu Qingyan was in the room, examining the long sword in her hand.

The longsword was not thin and soft; on the contrary, it was rather broad and thick.

It is not the kind of ritual object used for performance, or one that has no function but only aesthetic value.

Judging from the sharpness of the blade, this is definitely a weapon used to kill or injure.

The hilt was pure black, with some illegible and unrecognizable characters seemingly engraved on it, while the blade itself seemed to subtly conceal a certain youthful beauty.

It's not exactly dazzling, but it's as if you can feel some of the stories it wants to tell just by touching its blade.

Swords don't speak, of course; you have to feel them carefully to understand the difference between a spiritual sword and an ordinary sword.

This sword is practically all of Xiaoyuan Peak's possessions. Everyone knows that Xiaoyuan Peak doesn't have many resources, so naturally, it doesn't have anything that people envy.

However, there is a sword that few people know about, and Lu Qingyan herself has never used it.

The woman sighed, carefully wiped the sword clean, put it into the sword box, and then placed it openly beneath the memorial tablet of her master, who had died in that ascension.

Just as she finished doing these things, Lu Qingyan suddenly sensed a noise outside. She frowned, pushed open the door of the house, and stood on the stairs.

The delicate, sculpted jawline is raised high.

She looked down, but there was no one there.

The woman frowned.

She was known to outsiders for a long time, and only now did her aloof and indifferent demeanor, like that of a cold fairy, reveal itself.

Clearly, she didn't think the noise she had just heard was an accident or a hallucination; it was definitely real, so there was a need to take precautions.

Prevention is not just about protecting yourself from danger.

Instead, the goal is to put the other party in danger.

Because no one could sneak into her residence in such a way, which she absolutely would not allow, and within the entire sect, it was something Lu Qingyan could absolutely handle on her own.

Simply put, killing him wouldn't be too much.

So she didn't speak, but moved like a ghost, making it impossible to hear her footsteps.

Since she began training her body, her control over her body and her mastery of her aura have reached a new level. This transformation has made her even more outstanding. Most of the time, if she wanted to, no one could capture her, and she could become the most dangerous hunter.

Compared to the Lu Qingyan of the past who only knew how to charge around recklessly, she is now far more outstanding.

She knew all too well who had brought about all these changes in her, and she had no intention of erasing them or denying the other person's efforts.

And naturally, she would admit that Xiao Yuanfeng's previous path did indeed have huge drawbacks; she had gone astray, and because of this boy, she had found the right path.

So she went downstairs, not afraid, but even with a faint fighting spirit.

I want to see who has the audacity to enter my attic...

She had just arrived downstairs when she saw an open door, indicating that someone had been there, but she found no trace of them whatsoever; it was as if the person hadn't left a single footprint.

That shouldn't be the case, because the outside is all melted snow, and anyone who comes in will have wet feet, unless they flew in.

And how could someone with such abilities sneak into their own building?

Just as Lu Qingyan was beginning to have doubts, a noise suddenly came from upstairs.

The woman with the cold expression immediately realized what was happening and ran upstairs.

She instantly opened the door she had closed when she came out, and there stood a person inside, holding the sword she had placed under the memorial tablet. The sword box was already open.

He was standing right in front of me.

Lu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the figure, but her icy expression remained unchanged.

She simply looked at the figure and said coldly.