"Master, Elder Ye gave this to me."
Jiang Ling handed Shen Yue a bottle of medicine.
Shen Yue's face was slightly pale, but because her skin was so fair, the paleness was not very noticeable.
The dragon poison had acted up, and Shen Yue couldn't get away to find Elder Ye. Just then, Jiang Ling arrived, so she sent him to find Elder Ye.
Shen Yue didn't tell him it was the antidote for the dragon poison, only that it was ordinary spiritual medicine. Jiang Ling harbored no suspicion.
Seeing Shen Yue now, Jiang Ling couldn't help but blush. He still remembered how boldly he had cried in his master's arms last time. He felt no shame, only shyness.
What surprised him even more was that his master hadn't pushed him away. Instead, she had even patted his head and helped him wipe away his tears.
Her soft, cool fingertips gently touched the corners of his eyes, his cheeks, then wiped away his tears.
This made Jiang Ling's face almost steam with heat.
He had originally thought that his master would surely despise him, even not want to see him. But he never expected that his master had never blamed him.
What an honor this was.
His heart pounded. He looked at the immortal whose eyes were covered by white cloth, his chest swelling, as if overflowing with tenderness.
Shen Yue seemed to sense his gaze and looked up at him, saying softly, "If you don't understand anything about cultivation, you can come ask me."
Her voice was very gentle. Although it was cool, it wasn't piercing. Instead, it was soft like clouds, making his ears tingle.
Jiang Ling was stunned, the tips of his ears flushing. Just thinking about the opportunity to spend time with his master in the future made him can't help but break into a bright smile.
"Thank you, Master!"
Perhaps it was because the man's voice sounded too vibrant, filled with the vitality and passion befitting his age.
Shen Yue couldn't help but reveal a faint smile. Her eyebrows and eyes, like snow frost, were like white magnolias on a branch, pure and beautiful.
She raised her hand and stroked Jiang Ling's hair. Upon seeing this, Jiang Ling quickly bent his waist, making it more convenient for Shen Yue to touch him. His light-colored eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an expression of enjoyment and shyness.
Jiang Ling's entire attention was on Shen Yue's hand stroking the top of his head, and the faint, sweet, and light fragrance emanating from Shen Yue, which was incredibly pleasant.
He knew he shouldn't be greedy, but he couldn't help but reach out his hand, his lips pressed together nervously. Taking advantage of the fact that she couldn't see, he loosely embraced Shen Yue's waist.
Just then, a tall figure strode over aggressively, knocking Jiang Ling aside. Jiang Ling, completely unprepared, was hit with a punch. The dull thud of flesh and bone compressing under the impact was chilling.
After taking two punches, Jiang Ling quickly regained his senses. He recognized the attacker and forcefully dissipated the spiritual energy he had gathered.
He didn't dare to retaliate in front of Shen Yue, only constantly dodging.
Shen Yue also sensed what was happening. First, she was shocked at when Rong Hua had woken up, and then she was puzzled as to why he would punch Jiang Ling as soon as he woke up.
Could it be because Jiang Ling had killed Yin Jing, and he was avenging Yin Jing?
Shen Yue had placed a spell on Rong Hua. Just as she was about to activate it, a taste of blood surged in her throat.
She exhaled, and white mist emerged.
The dragon poison had acted up.
Shen Yue endured the biting cold, her expression unchanged, and stepped forward to intervene.
"Stop!"
Rong Hua didn't listen, instead making his moves even more fierce.
Shen Yue raised her voice, "Rong Hua! Stop!"
Perhaps hearing his name, Rong Hua froze as if a switch had been flipped. He stood with his back to Shen Yue, his expression contorted and ferocious as he glared at Jiang Ling, as if looking at a dead man.
Jiang Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not taking Rong Hua seriously.
Shen Yue's limbs turned cold. Enduring the bone-gnawing pain in her chest, she said coldly to Rong Hua, "Are you crazy?"
The air was silent. Shen Yue had expected Rong Hua to retort or throw a tantrum, but she hadn't expected this eerie silence.
Rong Hua lowered his head, not daring to turn around or look at Shen Yue. Perhaps knowing he had done something wrong, he turned and fled in a panic.
He ran so fast that he disappeared within seconds.
Shen Yue hadn't expected this, but she didn't have the mood to dwell on it now. She used almost all her willpower to keep herself from collapsing.
Her voice normal, she said to Jiang Ling, "You should leave for now."
Jiang Ling was somewhat reluctant, but he still obeyed Shen Yue. After bowing, he left.
Shen Yue took a few steps, then leaned against a nearby tree, slowly sliding to the ground. She panted lightly, a chill emanating from her entire body.
The man who should have vanished had not left at all. He was hiding behind a tree, peeking out his head. When Shen Yue faced that direction, he quickly retracted it.
Shen Yue, of course, keenly sensed Rong Hua's presence nearby. Her legs felt weak, and so did her hands. She took out a medicine bottle, poured out a pill, and took it. Only then did the chill on her body recede slightly.
Shen Yue steadied herself and, leaning on the rough tree trunk, tried to get up, but her legs were too weak. She tried a few times without success and sighed.
"Rong Hua, come here."
As if waiting for Shen Yue's permission, Rong Hua scurried over but stopped abruptly in front of her.
Shen Yue looked up. Her dark hair cascaded down her back, her features illuminated by the bright moon, her lips a vivid red.
She seemed to ask in confusion, "Rong Hua?"
They were half an arm's length apart. Shen Yue was still wondering if Rong Hua was trying to mock her by refusing to help her. Before she could figure it out, she suddenly heard the man's pitiable whimpering.
"Wuwu... Master... Master is a bad person... I want to drive him away..."
His words were nonsensical and rambling, a childlike cry mixed with a touch of innocent malice.
Shen Yue: "..."
Are you alright?
Shen Yue strongly suspected that Rong Hua was faking his foolishness to leave Qingyun Sect, thinking he could get away with it with his naive act.
Shen Yue said expressionlessly, "Rong Hua, don't play dumb with me."
The man seemed frightened by the coldness on her face, whimpering pitiably, mumbling repeatedly.
"Master..."
"Master is so fierce..."
Shen Yue: "???"
Her fists clenched.
System: [I've scanned him. The great villain is genuinely foolish.]
Shen Yue exclaimed in shock, [But, but that's not in the plot!]
The system also fell into thought: [Perhaps, it's a butterfly effect?]
Shen Yue was furious: [You're the system, you're asking me?]