Several fellow disciples, including Di Yunyi, hurried over, with a few of them stepping forward to mediate.
"Junior disciple, if you wish to spar, there's no need to rush. Wait until we reach the Void Gate and compete in the newcomer rankings. Then you can fight as much as you please!" the disciples said, blocking Liu Jiangfusheng.
Di Yunyi, on the other hand, positioned himself in front of Dan Ya and bowed. "Junior disciple Dan Ya, if my junior disciple Liu Jiangfusheng has offended you in any way, I, your senior disciple, will offer an apology on his behalf."
As Di Yunyi had joined the sect the earliest and was a cultivation realm higher than Dan Ya, he was indeed entitled to be addressed as a senior disciple.
Chang E followed behind them, unaware of the friction between her junior disciple Dan Ya and Liu Jiangfusheng.
Seeing that the masters of Jiuntun Mountain had departed, only Dan Ya remained behind. He wasn't attending the Jiuntun Mountain viewing platform but had instead come to the Wumei Mountain viewing platform. Furthermore, at that moment, only Gu Yi was present. With a woman's keen intuition, she had already guessed some of what had transpired.
Was it because of Gu Yi?
Chang E felt a pang of unease, but she didn't dwell on it. She furrowed her brow and reminded him, "Hey, junior disciple, your hand injury hasn't been treated yet?"
She noticed one of his hands hanging down, where a brown-red blood flowed along the back of his hand, with veins visible beneath the thin skin, dripping onto the ground like a stream.
As she stepped forward to tend to him, the path was blocked by frost, which had condensed with a chilling crackle. She paused.
Upon hearing her words, Gu Junshi moved from behind him to face him.
She took his injured hand. The wound was located between his arm and elbow.
It was a寸 long cut, neither too deep nor too shallow.
He remained still. She glanced at his other hand, which was still gripping his immortal sword, unyielding.
One side displayed a cold, resolute battle intent, while the other allowed her to manipulate him freely.
Ignoring his aloof and unapproachable demeanor, she reached out to cover his hand, intending to take the sword from him.
His eyebrows twitched, his feathers floated, and his dark, spiritual eyes still held a lingering coldness as he looked at her.
"Let go."
He was taken aback. At this moment, he was incredibly obedient.
With a clever maneuver, her delicate hand moved like blooming flowers, and the immortal sword was transferred from his grasp to hers.
However, before the sword could sense the dark energy within her, she skillfully rotated her wrist and flung it aside, where it hovered suspended in mid-air.
She looked at Liu Jiangfusheng with a serious expression. "I, a mere mortal..." She stopped speaking. For the first time, she felt as if she had been brainwashed. She had almost convinced herself that she was so fragile that she could shatter with a single touch. Cautiously, she rephrased: "It's windy here. I've waited too long for your return, and I'm feeling a bit cold. Let's go back."
This was an attempt to persuade him to stop fighting.
It was also an invitation for him to return home.
Hearing her mention being cold, he suddenly remembered that he was now a cultivator, and his senses of cold and heat were extremely muted. But she was still a mortal; the wind could make her cold, and the sun could make her hot.
He touched her hand, and indeed, it was as cold as jade. He immediately cast a protective spiritual energy shield around her, isolating her from the mountain ravine's wind. However, he still felt a sense of reluctance to completely cease the confrontation.
"Husband."
She called out softly again.
This single word completely extinguished his fighting spirit.
He used his hand to warm hers, his eyes, devoid of emotion, fixed on Dan Ya. He lowered his voice and admonished her earnestly, "From now on, don't speak to him again... He has ulterior motives. He will try every way possible to drive a wedge between us as husband and wife."
The end of his words was muffled, like a swirl of ink, carrying a sense of inexplicable lowliness and grievance that she couldn't comprehend.
The junior mistress in the book and the other man outside the book were no different.
Equally detestable and hateful!
Gu Junshi turned her head, carefully discerning his expression.
Was this... jealousy?
In "The Runaway Little Wife of the Cold and Aloof Immortal Master," there was a similar passage. When jealous, the female protagonist would become neurotic, suspicious, and even hysterically demand reassurance from the male protagonist. Based on her analysis of the correct course of action, instead of refuting his conclusion, she needed to focus on appeasing his emotions.
She had never been capable of displaying feminine charm or tenderness, not even a hint of softness in her expression. Yet, her gaze remained captivating.
She gently smoothed the slightly disheveled strands of hair at his temples and stated directly, "The way you dueled just now was truly handsome."
Liu Jiangfusheng was stunned. "You..."
He was completely flustered.
Why was her reaction so different from the male protagonist in "The Overbearing Sword Immortal Fell in Love with Me"?
At such a moment, shouldn't she adopt a calm, logical approach, believing that he was making unfounded accusations without evidence and being unreasonable?
Shouldn't she feel that he was being too controlling and limiting her freedom?
Why was she still so gentle with him? She even called him husband and praised him for being handsome?
Boom!
He had always been easily embarrassed, especially in front of her. He choked on his words, and his face instantly turned red.
Feeling the warmth spreading, he lost interest in confronting his rival. With a gust of wind, he swept her into his arms, transforming into a streak of light as he shot through the sky.
After the couple, who were clearly showing affection, made their exit, Dan Ya's expression had become incredibly stiff. The Cloud Thunder Sword in his hand gradually dissipated. He chuckled.
But in the next instant, his expression twisted into ferocity as he slashed out with his sword, severing a section of the Wumei Mountain viewing platform, and then lunged away.
Damn it!
What a brute!
Unable to confront the main party, he resorted to venting his frustration on bystanders!
The viewing platform was embedded into the cliff face. That sword directly cut off the connecting point. As it crashed down and broke apart, the people on the platform quickly scattered, but they still couldn't avoid being dusted and dirtied.
As Zhiyang Dao had already retreated several zhang, he watched the viewing platform shatter and crumble from above, sending up clouds of dust. He patted the dust off his clothes and cursed the heavens with annoyance, "What is all this! A menace! A menace!"
It was unclear who these repeated accusations of "menace" were directed at.
This sudden turn of events truly surprised Zi Ying. After a moment of stunned astonishment, she smiled, covering her lips.
Speaking of which, this was the second time she had seen Gu Yi.
The first time was in front of the cave dwelling where Senior disciple Fusheng was in seclusion. She stood beside the dazzling Senior disciple Dan Ya, unremarkable and plain in her simple attire.
The second time, with so many people present, she had only eyes for Gu Yi from beginning to end.
"Gu Yi..."
Not long ago, Gui Ying had departed with a cold and somber expression. However, Zi Ying did not pursue him. Instead, she remained in an inconspicuous spot, continuing to observe.
Now, with the crowd dispersed, the training ground was empty. She stood there alone, as if reminiscing or analyzing.
She recalled the scene she had witnessed earlier: a duel between two extraordinary Golden Core cultivators, their auras powerful. At the moment of impending clash, what was that Gu Yi doing?
She furrowed her brow in deep thought.
What was her expression like?
Oh, it was calm and composed to an extent that was completely unnatural.
Zi Ying bit her red lip, a half-smile playing on her lips.
She... she was acting strangely.
And not just strangely... very strangely.
Humans have seven emotions and six desires. Fear and dread cannot be concealed, and even with extreme effort to suppress their human nature, they will still manifest truthfully in other parts of the body. But she showed none of it... Zi Ying couldn't detect any trace of worry or fear on her.