These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Jiang Ying didn't blush; instead, she stopped walking.

Wei Tu looked at the aloof and beautiful girl who had suddenly stopped walking with some curiosity.

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu, then reached out her hand.

"Ok?"

Wei Tu didn't seem to understand.

Jiang Ying stared intently at the boy.

"Holding your hand, just like every time I take you home."

Wei Tu was momentarily dazed.

Suppressing the urge to be envious, she reached out her hand, but not like when she was a child, she placed her hand in the hand of a girl two years older.

Instead, he grasped Jiang Ying's delicate, soft hand.

The hand that holds the sword can be so delicate.

"Now it's my turn to take my senior sister home."

Feeling the warmth of the boy's hands, which were no longer weak but gradually becoming more generous.

A hint of affection appeared in Jiang Ying's eyes. She didn't blush, nor did she need to.

She simply nodded slightly, and followed him forward with an even more aloof demeanor.

Green waters always embrace green mountains, but don't the green mountains also need the comfort of green waters?

6. Should you take it off yourself or should I do it?

Xiaoyuan Peak is one of the five main peaks of the Yuanjian Sect.

The five main peaks, also known as the five mountain peaks, of the Yuanjian Sect are: Xiaoyuan Peak, Qingting Peak, Zitan Peak, Xuejian Peak, and Chimei Peak.

In Wei Tu's memory, before his senior sister Jiang Ying had made a name for herself and before he himself had shown his talent, Xiaoyuan Peak was the weakest mountain in terms of both strength and resources.

In this lineage, talent has dwindled even further, and no disciples are even willing to join the Little Iris Peak.

This generation of disciples consists of only Wei Tu and Jiang Ying.

There was a severe shortage of talented individuals, so there were constant calls to abolish the Xiaoyuan Peak mountain range and merge it into other mountains.

It was their master, Lu Qingyan, who was also the sect leader of Xiaoyuan Peak and one of the elders of Yuanjian Sect, who withstood the pressure and argued with reason until Jiang Ying and Wei Tu finally made their mark.

The reason why this master and elder, who are actually quite young and not even thirty years old, have the right to speak is quite simple.

She was not only the personal disciple and sole successor of the previous mountain lord of Xiaoyuan Peak, but also a top ten figure on the Dragon Slaying List at the time.

His strength was not much different from that of the other older elders.

Thinking of that charming young woman, especially the time she was both a father and a mother, Wei Tu couldn't help but smile.

Yet, my heart is filled with warmth.

It turns out that in the first half of my life, I received more than I gave.

"What are you laughing at?"

Jiang Ying, whose hand was being held, saw the boy's smile suddenly change from its usual curve.

Wei Tu shook his head.

"It's nothing, it's just... I miss Xiaoyuan Peak a little."

"Don't we come back every day?"

"Yes, yes... I was just thinking that if we all become famous and reach a higher level, and then ascend to immortality, we'll have to leave Little Iris Peak, right? We'll miss it then."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu.

"Will my junior brother leave Little Iris Peak?"

The senior sister probably never thought about leaving this place, and that's true... but in the end she still left because of herself.

"What if it is?"

Wei Tu gazed at Jiang Ying with a smile.

The young woman didn't even have time to think.

"Wherever my junior brother goes, I will go."

Wei Tu laughed.

"Then I don't want to leave anymore, I'll just stay on Little Iris Peak."

"Ah."

A smile, like ice melting, appeared on Jiang Ying's face.

Although the overall atmosphere was more indifferent than joyful, it was a rare sight for her.

Returning to the picturesque Xiaoyuan Peak, the vast bamboo forests are the most common scenery on the mountain. It is not steep, so it lacks the kind of extraordinary scenery that many people say can bring enlightenment to those who practice spiritual cultivation.

However, Wei Tu preferred this kind of delicate and refined beauty.

There were never many worries here. The three of them chopped wood, made a fire, and cooked on Little Iris Peak. This life, like that of a family, was the kind of life Wei Tu cherished most.

After parting ways with Jiang Ying in front of the mansion on Xiaoyuan Peak, Wei Tu returned to his own small courtyard first.

I glanced at the elegant courtyard not far away, but it was closed. I guess Lu Qingyan hadn't returned yet.

So Wei Tu went into his small courtyard.

Just as I remembered, there were no mistakes or omissions.

The room was filled with neatly stacked clothes, clean bedding, and a pot of bright red roses placed by the always-open window.

Wei Tu sat on the edge of the bed where he had lain for many years, looking at the roses.

Thinking back to how she had said to Lu Qingyan countless times, "Master, it's too much of a feminine thing for a man to keep such delicate flowers in his room."

Lu Qingyan would laugh at herself: "Isn't the one with the strongest perfume smell in this room yourself? With this bewitching face, you can't tell the gender when you put on women's clothes, and you still complain about roses."

Those laughter and chatter still echo in my ears.

Although Lu Qingyan is an extremely cold person, Jiang Ying's personality is largely inherited from her.

Although Lu Qingyan is seen as an unapproachable and aloof fairy by others, she still treats me like a master and disciple, and she has never been lacking in her care for me.

Although she rarely spoke softly and even made few jokes between men and women, Wei Tu could never forget this woman in his entire life.

There was a long, narrow wooden box under the bed, which Wei Tu picked up.

He took out a long, narrow, but not sharp, wooden sword.

This was a gift from Lu Qingyan. At the time, she only thought of it as a toy, but Lu Qingyan said, "When your wooden sword can cut hair as easily as mud, then you will be considered worthy of being called a master swordsman."

Later, Wei Tu learned that the wooden sword was carved by Lu Qingyan herself. Although it wasn't made of any rare or precious material, the fact that it was made by her own hands was more important than the value of the material.

Wei Tu lay on the bed, hugging the wooden sword, staring at the unremarkable ceiling.

He didn't close his eyes, but simply rested his head on his hands.

One by one, past events and memories surfaced in my mind.

But before Wei Tu could get lost in her memories, a voice came from beside her.

"Tu'er, come to see your master."

The sudden, intimate transmission of voice caught Wei Tu off guard.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was his master, Lu Qingyan's voice.

Why did he suddenly use telepathy? He probably didn't want Jiang Ying to hear it.

But judging from his tone... he seemed a little downcast.

Wei Tu dared not be negligent, and indeed he was eager to see this woman.

He immediately got out of bed, put away the wooden sword, tidied his clothes, stepped out of his hut, and soon arrived at the elegant courtyard.

When they reached the door, Wei Tu hesitated for a moment, not out of worry.

Instead, I felt that my emotions were somewhat out of control.

At the same time, it was somewhat amusing that even though he had reached such a level in his previous life, he still seemed to be naturally suppressed when facing this woman.

It's almost like the feeling of a child who has made a mistake seeing their parents.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Wei Tu pushed open the door and entered.

Light rushed into the room from outside, and a gaze even more greedy than its own embraced the woman standing alone in the hall.

Wearing a pure white dress, she possessed a mature and alluring figure, but her extremely cold demeanor and temperament clearly conveyed four words.

"Inviolable"

The image of a deity was Wei Tu's initial definition of a fairy.

Lu Qingyan was standing there facing the boy who entered.

Her eyebrows were delicate, and her beautiful eyes were long and alluring.

His expression was much colder, and his thin red lips spoke coldly.

"Kneel down."

"what?"

Wei Tu didn't understand. Who would expect someone to kneel down upon first meeting them?

Then he saw Lu Qingyan's slightly narrowed eyes.

"You unfilial disciple, I ordered you to kneel down, do you really think you did nothing wrong?!"

"Pfft."

Very quickly, Wei Tu knelt down.

It wasn't a standard kneeling posture; it was more like a well-behaved student kneeling before his teacher.