Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

But Tang Ruoyin only weakly pulled the clothes off her face, her eyes not yet fully focused.

His tone was languid with contentment: "There's nothing I can do... if he bumps into me, I'm done for..."

Li Xizhao's face darkened again, and he decided not to waste any more words with her.

She stood up from the pool, her spiritual energy surging, and the water droplets on her body instantly evaporated. Then, expressionless, she began to dress.

Her flowing, wide-sleeved dress wrapped around her body layer by layer. Her movements were unhurried, but each step exuded a sense of impending doom.

One minute later, Mu Tianmiao rushed into the Heavenly Pool.

He was panting heavily, bent over with his hands on his knees, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked like he had risked his life to get there in just one minute.

It actually looks quite similar...

"Master, I'm here. What is it...?"

He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze passing over Li Xizhao's shoulder and landing on Tang Ruoyin behind her.

Tang Ruoyin was leaning against the edge of the pool, her body radiating a glow from being thoroughly moisturized.

She silently mouthed two words to Mu Tianmiao.

run.

Mu Tianmiao understood everything in an instant.

He turned to slip away, his movements so fast that he left afterimages.

Then a cold hand precisely grabbed the back of his neck.

Li Xizhao grabbed his collar with one hand, not with much force, just enough to prevent him from running away or breaking free.

Mu Tianmiao felt a chill run down his spine. The feeling of being grabbed by the back of his neck reminded him of the fear he felt when his master hung him from the ceiling and whipped his buttocks with a sword sheath.

He was like a chick being pinched by the scruff of its neck, its hands and feet tucked in, a fawning smile on its face, speaking rapidly like a machine gun.

"I was wrong, Master! I won't do it again, I really won't!"

Li Xizhao sneered and tightened her grip on his collar even more.

"I haven't even settled the score with you for using that book as an excuse to confess your feelings to me. And now, you're getting more and more outrageous!"

"Telekinesis, is it? Martial arts training, is it?"

With each word she uttered, Mu Tianmiao shrank an inch, until she was almost as small as a ball.

Tang Ruoyin, dressed, leaned against the poolside, her face still flushed. As she combed her wet hair, she lazily defended herself.

"This is not my fault. He started it with the Pill Pavilion. I didn't know anything about it."

Li Xizhao turned around and glared at her, then looked down at the little chick in his hand that was still smiling apologetically, and then at the woman next to him who was glowing with health benefits. He felt his temples throbbing.

"You two... I really..."

Then Mu Tianmiao was pushed into the Heavenly Pool by Li Xizhao.

Water splashed three feet high, and Tang Ruoyin quietly moved to the side to avoid being splashed.

Mu Tianmiao's head was pressed down and then lifted up, lifted up and then pressed down again, accompanied by his master's gritting words and the splashing water, which echoed for a long time in the sky above Tianchi.

Chapter 72 The Immortal Shadow Sect is a bunch of witches!

An hour later, Mu Tianmiao slumped on the bluestone slab by the Heavenly Pool, soaked to the bone, her hair disheveled and plastered to her face, looking like a drowned dog just pulled out of the water.

He didn't have any serious injuries, but he was aching all over.

The master was extremely measured in his attacks, each strike landing precisely at the point where the pain was so intense it made one want to cry, but without causing serious injury.

Although it was nowhere near as bad as the feeling of having my blood corroded by the flower demon that day, pain is still pain.

He rubbed his arm, which was throbbing from being twisted, and sighed silently in his heart.

I should have known better than to be greedy for that little bit. Now look what happened, I got beaten up after having my fun, what a huge loss.

Seeing that Li Xizhao's anger had subsided, Tang Ruoyin walked over with a smile, squatted down next to Mu Tianmiao, and reached out to tidy up the wet hair sticking to his forehead.

Her movements were so gentle that it was impossible to tell that she was the one who caused him to get beaten up.

Li Xizhao stood by the pool, arms crossed, looking down at the two people.

She took a deep breath, and most of the anger in her voice had dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

"You two need to tone it down in the future. If this continues, the Immortal Shadow Sect will be finished."

"Do you really want those rogue cultivators outside to point their fingers at us and curse us, saying that the women of our Immortal Shadow Sect are a bunch of shameless people, and that you'd be happy if they cursed us like they cursed the Joyful Union Sect?"

Mu Tianmiao and Tang Ruoyin exchanged a glance and lowered their heads at the same time, each more obedient than the other, not daring to even breathe loudly.

If Lin Yanluo saw this scene, she would probably burst out laughing on the spot.

Li Xizhao had already scolded and beaten them, but looking at the two guys in front of him who were bowing their heads and pretending to be obedient, he suddenly felt that no amount of reasoning would be worthwhile.

She rubbed her temples and waved her hand weakly.

"Get out, get out, both of you get out! Just looking at you gives me a headache."

Tang Ruoyin felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She grabbed Mu Tianmiao and ran away, her movements so fast that she didn't seem like someone who had just been tormented and was howling.

After leaving Tianchi, Tang Ruoyin smiled radiantly, her face beaming with joy, and she walked with a spring in her step, arm in arm with Mu Tianmiao.

Looking at her radiant appearance, Mu Tianmiao looked down at his own arm, which was still throbbing slightly.

I silently made a decision... I should use the "stargazing from afar" technique less often in the future...

It's fun, it's convenient, but if his master catches him again, he'll be the one getting a beating...

At this moment, Tang Ruoyin suddenly reached out her hand.

Mu Tianmiao trembled all over.

Tang Ruoyin said with a smile, "Want to go for another round? I wasn't quite done yet, my whole body is still weak!"

The Qingyun Sect, in the sect leader's quiet room.

Mu Kongyun sat cross-legged behind Yun Qingyao, placing his hands on her back, and his powerful Nascent Soul stage spiritual energy flowed slowly into her meridians like warm tides.

Yun Qingyao frowned, her face was pale, and beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, soaking her collar.

The hidden injuries left by the Violent Spirit Pill were more serious than she had imagined. The violent medicinal power remaining in her meridians felt like countless fine needles piercing every acupoint.

Every inch Mu Kongyun pushed his spiritual power past, she trembled with pain.

A moment later, she suddenly leaned forward, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood that splashed onto the white jade floor tiles in front of her.

The blood was almost black, the result of toxins that had been accumulating deep within the blood vessels for several days.

Mu Kongyun withdrew his hands, gently patted her back, and spoke with a hint of relief.

"It's fine once you spit out this blood. The effects of the Violent Spirit Pill have been cleared up. The remaining injuries can heal slowly without leaving any aftereffects."

She paused, sensing the changes in the spiritual energy in Yun Qingyao's dantian, her voice tinged with helplessness.

"But your cultivation level will probably drop by three levels, back to the sixth level of the Golden Core stage. Five Violent Spirit Pills are no joke. It's already a miracle that you came back alive."

Yun Qingyao wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and responded softly.

"Disciple understands, thank you Master."

Her voice was calm, without resentment at losing her cultivation level or relief at escaping death; it was just a faint tone, as if she were talking about something insignificant.

Looking at her like this, Mu Kongyun sighed inwardly.

This disciple has always been her favorite.

That's why she secretly harbored resentment towards the cultivator who had taken Yun Qingyao's innocence.

Although she doesn't know who the other person is, if she finds out, that person will break at least three bones!

Mu Kongyun's gaze fell on the faint golden divine mark between Yun Qingyao's eyebrows, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke it with his finger.

The moment her fingertips touched her, an extremely pure and gentle spiritual energy fluctuation emanated from the divine runes, flowing into her consciousness along her fingertips.

She examined it carefully for a while and confirmed that the divine mark had no evil or pollution; on the contrary, it seemed to be a naturally formed spiritual mark.

This divine rune perfectly matched Yun Qingyao's meridians and dantian, as if it was meant to grow there from birth.

"It can be considered a blessing in disguise."

Mu Kongyun withdrew his finger, his tone tinged with emotion.

"Although I don't know the origin of this thing, it has indeed enhanced your strength and cultivation speed."

“I have just investigated, and this force poses absolutely no hidden dangers. You can rest assured.”

"On this trip to the secret realm, you not only brought back a large number of spiritual plants and seeds, but also obtained this divine rune."

"You won't need to go on any more missions for the next few years. Just stay in the sect and recuperate."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Yun Qingyao's long hair, her movements tender and slow.

It's like a mother comforting her daughter who has been wronged.

That usually stern and serious face showed a rare hint of gentleness.

"You did very well."

Her voice was soft, yet carried a weighty certainty.

Yun Qingyao sensed that familiar aura emanating from the divine mark between her brows…

That was Mu Tianmiao's power, his spiritual power, his mark, like a small brand he left on her that only she knew about.

She dared not reveal a single word to Mu Kongyun. If her master knew that the divine mark was related to the cultivator who had taken her innocence, he would probably rush to the Immortal Shadow Sect with his sword on the spot to demand an explanation.

In the days since she started recuperating, she has also secretly investigated the matter of the young sect leader of the Immortal Shadow Sect.

I didn't know until I checked, and I found out about those two books that are now selling like hotcakes in the world.

She flipped through a few pages but couldn't continue reading. She shoved the book under her pillow and sulked for half a day.

This guy is not only a womanizer, but he even has designs on his own master. He's truly an audacious bastard.

She remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised her head and spoke calmly.

"Master, I'd like to go and see the Immortal Shadow Sect's recruitment event."

Mu Kongyun frowned, her tone full of incomprehension and disdain.

"Go see? Go see what? Those vixens from the Immortal Shadow Sect are lawless, disregard the law, and do whatever they want."

"They claim to be a neutral sect, but they are neither demonic nor not demonic. They act entirely on a whim and have no righteous conduct whatsoever."

"What need is there for our Qingyun Sect to establish diplomatic relations with them?"

She became increasingly angry as she spoke, clearly harboring a long-standing grudge against the Immortal Shadow Sect.

Chapter Seventy-Three: Minion Flings~ So Impatient~

Yun Qingyao listened quietly as her master recounted the various misdeeds of the Immortal Shadow Sect. Suddenly, she remembered a rumor she had heard in the sect a long time ago.

She looked up at the indignant and beautiful woman in front of her, and the more she looked, the more credible the rumor seemed.

It is said that two hundred years ago, the Qingyun Sect and the Xianying Sect met in the same super-large secret realm.

The leaders of the two major sects personally intervened to negotiate. Mu Kongyun and Li Xizhao talked for a full hour in the secret realm and finally agreed to split the resources equally, with each taking half, which was fair and reasonable.

As a result, Li Xizhao agreed with a smile on the surface, but then secretly had Qin Shuxin, the array genius beside him, set up a substitution array.

She secretly took an extra 10% of the most valuable portion of the resources that should have been allocated to the Qingyun Sect and moved it to her own side.

By the time Mu Kongyun realized what was happening, the Immortal Shadow Sect's flying boat had already departed fully loaded...

But ever since then, Mu Kongyun's blood pressure would spike whenever he heard the words "Immortal Shadow Sect".

This feud has lasted for two hundred years and remains unresolved to this day...

Looking at her master's gritted teeth, Yun Qingyao suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

It turns out that the grudges and feuds between the sect leaders are no different from those between them and the junior disciples.

They all act according to their own preferences and temperaments, only they are more cultivated and make a bigger fuss.

She pursed her lips, and suddenly an idea popped into her head.