These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Xitong".

"...It's the Sect Master."

That's right, the other big-breasted woman mentioned by the little fire fox at this time is Ran Xinxue, the current sect leader of the Yuanjian Sect.

Almost instantly upon seeing the other person's unique aura and repulsive smile, Wei Tu averted his gaze.

No wonder there was a strange wind blowing today...

"I've been too busy with sect affairs lately and haven't had time to care for and show concern for Sister Xitong. I hope you won't blame me..."

Mu Xitong below seemed to smile slightly and walked into the Medicine King Pavilion.

"Since everyone refers to themselves as 'this palace' in front of me, let's skip these empty formalities. What brings you here, Sect Master?"

It sounds like the two of them have some past connection...

They were probably close friends before, but things caused a rift between them?

Wei Tu felt like she was about to conjure up a drama about the two women in her mind.

The sound quickly moved from outside to downstairs.

"Actually, it's nothing important, I just came to see you. Referring to myself as 'this palace'... is actually something I've gotten used to lately and it's hard to change. Of course, if you'd like, I'm fine with referring to myself as 'this palace' for your sake."

Mu Xitong's smile was even more pronounced this time, filled with disdain.

"Come on, no need for all this pretense. When you chose to become the sect leader, all that friendship was over. You came here simply to...see him, right?"

Ran Xinxue gracefully sat down opposite Mu Xitong.

Even when the other party said something that seemed very offensive, Ran Xinxue maintained a calm smile.

She showed no signs of anger whatsoever; on the contrary, her deep and unfathomable composure was completely different from the woman Mu Xitong remembered... even frightening.

A person's nature is hard to change, but when it truly changes, you'll realize the extent of her sacrifice.

It's just that this kind of sacrifice is really hard to accept wholeheartedly.

Ran Xinxue looked at Mu Xitong with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Who is he...? Is Sister Xitong playing a riddle?"

"I think you're the one playing dumb..."

After saying that, Mu Xitong poured herself a cup of tea, slowly stood up, and called upstairs.

"Wei Tu, get down here."

A short while later, under Ran Xinxue's gaze, a handsome young man with a small, fiery red fox perched on his shoulder slowly walked down the stairs and appeared in front of her.

Upon seeing himself, he displayed a rather exaggerated expression of surprise.

"Ah...it's the Sect Master! This disciple is truly terrified that the Sect Master has personally come to visit me..."

Despite their apparent fear and trepidation, they walked slowly and deliberately to me.

He was even standing!

While I was kneeling, did he dare stand and look at me?!

That little bastard... he deserves to die!

Mu Xitong stood up and took the little fox off Wei Tu's shoulder.

Ran Xinxue could even see that, because of this movement, Mu Xitong's soft yet large breasts gently brushed against the boy's arm.

What a slutty, shameless woman...

"You guys chat, I'm going to rest. Remember, this is Medicine King Pavilion, no matter who you are, don't cause trouble here."

That bitch is even helping this brat!

The newly fallen snow is still smiling, a radiant smile.

In his gaze, Wei Tu slowly knelt down opposite him.

Then she raised her head and revealed a smile as bright as the morning star.

"How has the Sect Master been lately?"

"Great, how about you?"

"It's pretty good too."

"That's good."

The two looked like old friends, exchanging beautiful smiles.

The little fox perched on Mu Xitong's shoulder watched this scene... but found it all rather eerie...

Two such good-looking people... how come they look so scary? PS: This update speed should earn me some monthly votes, right? Let's give it a shot!

33 Born a scoundrel

The little fox, of course, didn't know that in the human world this was called "each with their own ulterior motives."

Isn't this exactly what it looks like when two smiling tigers sit together?

Even when both sides are fully aware of the situation.

The boy knew how sinister the young woman's intentions were.

Ran Xinxue also knew that this young man had been hiding his talent all along.

Sitting opposite each other, the two people, who seemed to know each other inside and out but were not really that clear about each other, smiled at each other, which seemed somewhat comical to the other.

This wasn't some kind of tacit understanding; frankly, it seemed like a silent mockery of the other party.

"I still feel guilty about putting you on the list. Will you blame me?"

Ran Xinxue reached out and picked up a cup of tea, watching the unique flavor inside. The tea leaves, which seemed to carry a hint of medicinal fragrance, swirled with the water, and a wisp of steam rose up.

The maple forest outside the window is gradually turning red.

Autumn seems to have deepened.

Wei Tu, sitting opposite him, had his hands on his lap and sat very steadily. Although he still seemed a bit lazy, this was unusually polite for him in his daily life.

"How could that be? No matter what, I must do the sect leader's mission."

Ran Xinxue sighed, a look of regret and sympathy on her face.

"Sigh, the position of sect leader is really hard to hold."

These words sounded like a heartfelt conversation, like when you were drinking with a female knight-errant in a tavern, with whom you had an ambiguous relationship and had traveled together. After a few drinks, her cheeks started to flush, and she began to tell you about her arduous cultivation journey over the years.

This is a good start, the beginning of an opportunity, as if opening one's heart is the prelude to physical intimacy.

A woman's heart is like a door; you can't just push it open because you're strong. You need to find the right key.

Such a conversation often marks the beginning of the handover ceremony for this key.

Wei Tu knew perfectly well that all of this was just the woman's pretense. If it weren't for his experiences in his past life, he would never have known how good this woman was at acting.

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue with a worried expression.

"Really? Sect Master, please don't overwork yourself. You can tell me about any difficulties you have... Although I have limited abilities, perhaps I can find another way to help you if I look at it from a different perspective?"

Ran Xinxue lowered her head slightly and glanced over briefly.

With an indescribable charm and allure, a woman in a high position who also reveals a woman's vulnerability can easily captivate even the most arrogant and masculine men.

"Will you help me share the burden...?"

"I wouldn't dare say I can share the burden... but perhaps I can share the worries?"

Ran Xinxue sighed. Although she was still sitting there, her slender figure had been slightly twisting countless times. Each time, it seemed to be just right, allowing the young man to see a glimpse of her snow-white skin, which was then instantly covered up again.

"It's still your problem... I feel a little guilty about it."

"As a member of the Yuanjian Sect, it is only natural for me to be at their beck and call. What is there to feel guilty about?"

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue with 'doubt', thinking to himself, "I'd like to see what nonsense you're spouting."

Ran Xinxue gazed out the window, and it must be said that her flawless, beautiful face, paired with her seemingly melancholy eyes, also possessed a touch of the fragility of a palace beauty yearning for freedom.

"The Ancestor asked me to arrange this matter... He felt that our Yuanjian Sect had a great chance of winning, so we should be more or less polite and give them a taste of their own medicine. But I am unwilling to do so... Although the relationship between the Yuanjian Sect and the Luchen Sect is not irreconcilable, they have been competing with each other quite a bit in private. Letting them get away unscathed... I really don't want that. So I thought of you."

Wei Tu looked even more puzzled.

"Why did you think of the disciples again...? If the sect leader wants to win, aren't there many other disciples who are more powerful than me...?"

Ran Xinxue shook her head, then looked at Wei Tu.

At this moment, the woman's eyes seemed to hold even more emotions.

There is a sense of anticipation, a touch of pity, and perhaps even a burning passion.

"Because everyone sees you as the weakling, the Ancestor will only be satisfied with my arrangements if he knows this. But I know that your victory over Li Hanyang was no accident. Only you could have won when no one believed in you. Don't give Lu Chenzong any face!"

Wei Tu looked at Ran Xinxue with a hint of surprise.

Then he shook his head somewhat flusteredly.

"Sect Master...you flatter me too much...I only won by luck. If the Ancestor wanted me to lose and sent me, I could accept it, but... if you want me to win...I'm afraid that will disappoint you."

Looking at the boy who seemed to want to back down.

Ran Xinxue grabbed Wei Tu's slender hand.

Then I could clearly see the handsome, flawless face of this jade-like young man gradually becoming rosy, and my fingers even gently caressed his palm.

He spoke in a soft, low voice.

"How could that be? I trust you completely... I just want to ask if you are willing to... do your utmost for me, not to lose, but to win."

A hint of youthful struggle seemed to appear on Wei Tu's face.

This is the dilemma of having limited abilities but being entrusted with hope by such a charming woman.

A complex expression on his face: wanting to prove his abilities to her, yet worried that he simply couldn't do it.

"I...but..."