Fairy, please don't do this!

Si Ruoyu frowned slightly, pausing her movements: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

The master's voice drifted over, seemingly possessing a bewitching magic: "Gu Jinzhao has already embarked on the path of cultivation. The only ones who can stay by his side forever are his Daoist partners who share his understanding of the Great Dao."

"This person could be Mu Yiren, or it could be Lin Qingci, so why can't it be you?"

"As long as you become his Daoist partner, you can be together forever, and you won't have to worry about me possessing your body."

Si Ruoyu remained calm and unaffected: "Does Master think that such words can bewitch me?"

The master's voice became playful: "I'm just pointing you in the right direction."

“You saved his life, my disciple, and you raised him single-handedly. How can you bear to give him away to another woman?”

Without further hesitation, Si Ruoyu placed her jade finger between her eyebrows, and streams of spiritual energy transformed into a clear and flawless bright moon, completely sealing the dark crescent moon mark.

"The Milky Way hangs low, I ask the Weaver Girl; flowers bloom on the path, I see the Moon Goddess!"

"What a wonderful compliment!"

"It's just a pity that this flawless body will belong to me sooner or later..."

The master let out a maniacal laugh, and then the sound gradually faded away.

Silence returned to her ears. Si Ruoyu sat upright on the bed, her gaze distant, lost in thought.

After a long while, she finally took out a medical book from her bundle and slowly began to read it...

Chapter 21, Gu Jinchao's Filial Piety

Qingyun Sect, outside the Demon Suppression Tower!

One after another, figures dressed in the robes of Qingyun Sect disciples entered the tower using their disciple tokens.

The Demon-Suppressing Tower suppresses demons.

But these demons were not captured from the outside, but rather overflowed from the rifts in the Nine Netherworld.

A thousand years ago, the human, demon, and Gu races joined forces to suppress the demon race, which was ravaging the world, within the Nine Netherworlds.

However, as time went by, the sealing power gradually weakened, and with the constant attacks from the demon race, cracks began to appear in the world.

To prevent it from continuing to wreak havoc on the Nine Provinces, the two realms and four sects of the Immortal Path built the Demon Suppression Tower to seal these rifts.

In this way, not only is the passage from the demon race to the Nine Provinces cut off, but the disciples of the sect can also hone their skills by fighting against the demon race!

At this moment, Gu Jinzhao, carrying a pot of fine wine, walked straight through the crowd and arrived at a cave dwelling next to the tower, gently knocking on the stone door.

"Uncle-Master, are you there?"

"Come in!"

As a slightly lazy female voice rang out, the stone door slowly opened.

"Is something wrong?"

Gu Jinzhao walked in and saw a graceful, mature woman leaning against a jade table, idly sipping wine from a gourd.

Her appearance was stunningly beautiful, with eyebrows that flew slanted like swords, naturally dark without makeup, a high and straight nose like a solitary peak of a snow-capped mountain, and full lips that looked like they were dotted with cinnabar, exuding a heroic and charming air.

The crimson sword robe clung to her voluptuous and slender figure, her extremely large breasts standing proudly like towering cloud peaks, appearing as if they might burst forth from the robe at any moment with each breath.

The woman before him was none other than Yu Fengzhi, the fifth elder of the Qingyun Sect, and also one of the female protagonists in the game.

Gu Jinzhao placed the wine on the table and said with a smile, "Uncle-Master, this is a good wine I bought at Wanhua Pavilion. Please try it!"

He didn't actually want to win Yu Fengzhi's favor.

After all, the identities of Qingmei and Shimei in the second playthrough have already been confirmed.

However, to enter the lowest level of the Demon Suppression Tower to rescue An Wanxi, they could not escape the guards' senses and had to find another way.

Coincidentally, the elder currently guarding the Demon Suppression Tower is none other than Yu Fengzhi.

Because of her fiery personality—she'd rather take action than talk—she often offended people and caused a lot of trouble. So the sect leader assigned her to guard the Demon Suppression Tower to temper her temper and also as a form of cultivation.

Yu Fengzhi glanced at him: "Unsolicited kindness is either a trick or a theft!"

"Speak, is there something you need from me?"

Gu Jinchao waved his hand and said sincerely, "My uncle has taken such good care of me all these years, isn't it only right that I show him respect?"

Looking at her filial nephew, Yu Fengzhi said expressionlessly, "The first time you offered me wine was to ask about cultivation."

"The second time he showed me filial piety was by asking me to find a rare and precious plant."

"The third time you've shown me filial piety..."

Gu Jinzhao looked embarrassed and quickly interrupted, "This time is different."

Over the years, he has indeed troubled Yu Fengzhi quite a bit, both in terms of cultivation and other aspects.

However, this was a last resort.

Who told Wan Qingsong to be such a heartless scoundrel? After bringing him into the family, he neglected him completely.

Having no background or connections within the sect, he could only trouble this easy-going senior uncle.

Yu Fengzhi casually asked, "How is it different?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "I simply want to show my respect to my uncle, I have no other requests."

Yu Fengzhi looked at him with a half-smile: "If that's the case, why don't you come to pay your respects every day?"

“From today onwards, I will send my martial uncle a pot of wine every day, and each one will be different.”

Gu Jinzhao raised his hand and opened the wine seal, and a rich and mellow aroma of wine poured out like a waterfall, instantly filling the cave.

The aroma was not as pungent as ordinary strong liquor, but rather like the sweet fragrance rising from a maple forest in late autumn after being soaked in morning dew, carrying a faint hint of the sweetness of ripe peaches and plums.

Yu Fengzhi paused in her motion to raise the gourd to drink, her eyes suddenly lighting up: "A pipe dream?"

Her usual drink, "Hanjiang Gu," is brewed from the marrow of snow-capped mountains and has a sharp, piercing taste. But now, its warm aroma makes it seem thin and bland.

Gu Jinzhao skillfully retrieved two porcelain bowls from the cave and slowly filled them: "Uncle-Master is indeed amazing, he can even recognize wine by its aroma!"

The maple-red wine rippled in the white jade cup, and with its enticing aroma, even the calico cat nestled in Gu Jinzhao's arms poked its head out and exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

Yu Fengzhi then noticed that Gu Jinzhao was carrying a fluffy little creature: "Is this your spirit pet?"

Gu Jinzhao nodded slightly: "I guess so!"

Yu Fengzhi has two great hobbies.

First, I love drinking!

Second, I like cats!

Yu Fengzhi saw the calico cat leap onto the table and raised her hand to stroke it, but stopped in mid-air.

Seeing this, Gu Jinzhao gave the calico cat a look: "Little Li, call him Uncle-Master."

"Uncle-Master!"

The calico cat immediately understood, and took the initiative to rub against Yu Fengzhi's palm, meowing obediently.

Feeling the soft fur and listening to the tender, sweet voice, Yu Fengzhi felt her heart melt.

"So your name is Xiao Li!"

"This is the name that Miss gave me."

"Who is Miss?"

"A young lady is indeed a young lady!"

"That's it!"

"Does Little Fox want to drink?"

"May I?"

"If you like..."

In their somewhat childish back-and-forth conversation, the human and the cat grew a little closer.

"If you're bored, you can take a look."

Gu Jinzhao smiled and took out a few more storybooks from his pocket, placing them on the table.

He actually knew that his uncle had a soft and lonely side hidden deep inside.

Yu Fengzhi did not grow up in the Qingyun Sect from childhood, but was brought back to the sect by the sect leader, Master Bai Mei.

Her biological father was an elder of the Blood River Sect. In order to cultivate a certain evil technique that would sever emotions and desires, he actually refined his wife.

Just as he was about to harm his daughter, he was spotted by Master Bai Mei, who immediately killed him.

Seeing that Yu Fengzhi was young and helpless at the time, and had personally experienced such a tragedy, Master Bai Mei felt pity and used magic to seal her memory.

Afterwards, Fang brought her back to the Qingyun Sect and accepted her as his fifth disciple.

Wan Qingsong, an undercover agent of the Demonic Sect, used this incident to create chaos in order to disrupt the Qingyun Sect, causing Yu Fengzhi to go mad and causing a considerable disturbance.

As for why she likes cats, it's because she had one when she was a child, which was a gift from her mother, but it died later.

Yu Fengzhi looked at the books and frowned slightly: "A Chinese Odyssey, Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, The Return of the Condor Heroes, Rainbow Cat and Blue Rabbit Seven Heroes... What kind of books are these?"

Gu Jinzhao picked up the porcelain bowl, took a sip of the "Dream of the Yellow Millet," and then explained, "It's a storybook I had someone write; it's much more interesting than the ones in the city."

These are all his fond childhood memories, enough for Yu Fengzhi to pass the time.

As for how to rescue An Wanxi right under her nose, that will have to be done on a dark and stormy night...

Chapter 22, Martial Uncle? Little Sweetie?

The calico cat, with its paws tucked inside, lay on the table, licking the millet syrup from its bowl. Its fluffy ears twitched occasionally, making it look extremely cute.

"This wine is very easy to get drunk on, don't drink too much!"

Yu Fengzhi rubbed her little head, then seemed to remember something and looked at Gu Jinzhao: "Junior Nephew Gu, you didn't come here today just to have a drink with me, did you?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "I need to hone my swordsmanship inside the Demon Suppression Tower, and I'd like to ask my martial uncle to help take care of Xiao Li!"

"Go ahead without worry!"

"Leave Little Fox to me."

Yu Fengzhi waved her hand, her gaze returning to the calico cat, and began petting it again.

Seeing that she was completely absorbed in petting the cat, Gu Jinchao simply smiled, turned around and left the cave, heading towards the Demon Suppression Tower.

The Demon Suppression Tower has six levels. The demons become stronger with each level below, and An Wanxi is sealed on the sixth level.

To pass the sixth level, one's cultivation level must reach at least the seventh rank of perfection.

Among the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect, only Senior Brother Juan Wang, Jie Hongchen, reached the sixth level, but he did not pass the test.

Gu Jinzhao knew that with his current cultivation level at the early stage of the eighth rank, plus the semi-immortal artifact [Crimson Sky], he should be able to ascend to the sixth level without injury.

But before that, one must thoroughly understand the True Yang Sword Technique through actual combat.

After all, he didn't have a skill point system and couldn't increase the experience points of his cultivation technique by adding points.

At this moment, within the first level, black mist surged, and ferocious roars echoed like a tide.

One of the chubby senior brothers, with a kind face, pointed to a demonic figure in front of him and explained in a low voice:

"That's a Bone Demon. Its physical body is extremely powerful, making it the most powerful demon in the first level."

More than a dozen newly initiated disciples looked up behind them.

The bone demon was a skeleton with eerie green soul fire flickering in its empty eye sockets. Its jaw opened and closed with a grotesque "click-clack" laugh, and its skeletal body was covered with menacing bone spurs, exuding a ferocious aura.

A female disciple with a slightly chubby face shrank back fearfully: "Has Senior Brother ever killed anyone?"

The chubby senior brother laughed proudly, "Of course!"

Another female disciple pressed on, "How was he killed?"

The chubby senior brother said casually, "After three days and three nights of fierce fighting, we finally wore him down."

"What was your senior brother's cultivation level at that time, and what sword technique did he use?"

"Mid-stage ninth rank, using..."