Chapter 12 My Junior Sister is Very Sour
Although the process was a bit rough, the result was good.
After Pei Lianxue’s repeated cardiopulmonary resuscitation, combined with Ye Anping’s homemade blood-coagulating pills, Feng Yu Die’s condition stabilized.
However, it was only stable.
Ye Anping then took her pulse and examined her carefully.
Her meridians were shattered, her internal spiritual energy was mixed, and her body was extremely weak.
Even with her exceptional spiritual root aptitude, these injuries would take at least one to two months to heal.
However, there were only two months left until the Xuan Xing Sect’s disciple assembly.
If things continued like this, Feng Yu Die would definitely miss the Xuan Xing Sect’s disciple assembly, and if she wanted to join the Xuan Xing Sect again, she would have to wait another five years.
The best solution now was to take Feng Yu Die back to the Hundred Lotus Sect, have her father help heal her, and then send her to the Xuan Xing Sect. However, if they did that, the Hundred Lotus Sect would be connected to this protagonist who seemed to bring trouble wherever he went.
It was a dilemma…
Ye Anping pondered for a while and finally made up his mind to take Feng Yu Die back to the Hundred Lotus Sect for treatment.
The future of this world had already changed.
The Hundred Lotus Sect had not been destroyed.
His junior sister had not been captured by Wu You and refined into a furnace.
And the more he changed, the blurrier the future would surely become.
It was like Feng Yu Die, who should have been saved by a passing cultivator, was instead saved by him, a cannon fodder.
Moreover, the incomplete copy of the Xuan Yin Art, Volume Five, that Wu You possessed, was now in his hands.
If Feng Yu Die missed the entry to the Xuan Xing Sect again, the main plot would be completely messed up.
“Junior sister, carry her. We’re going back to the Hundred Lotus Sect to have my father heal her.”
“Huh?” Pei Lianxue looked surprised, glanced at Feng Yu Die, and asked, “…Shouldn’t we just take her to a medical clinic in town?”
“If she stays at the clinic, it will take at least two months before she can walk. If we go back to the sect and let my father heal her with his true essence, she’ll recover in three days.”
“…”
To have the Sect Master use his true essence to heal her?!
Hearing her Senior Brother say this, Pei Lianxue felt a pang of discomfort.
Why was her Senior Brother being so good to this person?
Saving her life was understandable; it was not a problem for fellow immortal family cultivators to help each other when they met.
But why would her Senior Brother ask the Sect Master to expend his true essence to heal her?
She glanced at Feng Yu Die’s face and had to admit that this person was indeed exceptionally beautiful.
Could it be that her Senior Brother wanted to use saving her as an excuse for her to pledge herself to him?
—Why is Senior Brother like this!! He already has me, his junior sister, and he’s acting like this towards other girls…
In the bamboo forest, jealousy was practically palpable.
Ye Anping stepped onto his flying sword.
“What’s wrong?”
“Stinky Senior Brother.”
“?”
“Hmph!”
Pei Lianxue wrinkled her nose, then unceremoniously hoisted Feng Yu Die over her shoulder like a sack, summoned her own flying sword, and ascended into the sky.
Ye Anping froze for a moment, let out a soft sigh, and followed her.
“Is Lian Xue going through her rebellious phase?”
…
When they returned to the Heavenly Pavilion of the Hundred Lotus Sect, Ye Anping and Pei Lianxue were greeted by Ye Ao’s vein-bulging face.
“Hmph, had enough fun? You know how to come back, huh?”
“Dad…” Ye Anping said with an awkward smile, “We weren’t playing. Didn’t we leave you a note earlier?”
“Heh. I saw it. You said you took Junior Sister Pei to kill the Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect.”
“Then it’s settled.”
Ye Ao’s eye twitched, and before he could stop himself, he swung a palm towards Ye Anping’s head.
Ye Anping quickly leaned back and dodged, then raised his hand to stop him.
“Dad, your son just escaped Nine Deaths Once Alive. Instead of a hug, you’re giving me a slap?”
“Hiss—You brat…”
At this moment, Kong Yulan, who was in the inner room, seemed to have heard the commotion and slipped out.
The moment she saw Ye Anping, tears welled up in her eyes. With a speed that could be described as a hundred-meter dash, she shoved Ye Ao aside and pulled Ye Anping into her embrace.
“Ah~!! My Ping’er, are you hurt?”
She quickly grabbed the collar of Ye Anping’s clothes, looking him up and down.
“Mom was so worried about you. Hearing you were going to find the Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect, Mom cried for several days. If anything happened to you, how would Mom live her life~~~”
Ye Anping was pushed back a few steps by Kong Yulan, and replied somewhat helplessly, “Mom, I’m back, aren’t I? And that Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect is also dead.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“As expected of my Ping’er, so amazing!” Kong Yulan squinted and smiled, then ruffled Ye Anping’s hair and imprinted several kisses on his face. “It’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back.”
Ye Ao, standing nearby, shot a glance at both mother and son.
“Yulan, this kid just snuck out to play. If he had really encountered the Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect, do you think he could have come back?”
“Why wouldn’t he?” Kong Yulan frowned and glared back, “My Ping’er is so capable.”
“Your Ping’er is only at the third level of Qi Refining.”
“What’s wrong with being at the third level of Qi Refining?”
“A Qi Refining third-level cultivator encountering a Core Formation Stage cultivator, he…” Ye Ao took a deep breath and said, “If this brat really killed a Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect, I’ll immediately do thirty head-stands and kowtow to him.”
“…”
Kong Yulan glanced at him and ignored him. She then asked, “Ping’er, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will cook for you later.”
“In a while.”
Ye Anping gently pushed away Kong Yulan, who was hugging him, and then raised an eyebrow at his father.
“Dad, you said it.”
“Huh? What is it?” Ye Ao was stunned, then nodded, “What? I said it.”
He smiled slightly, then made a Sword Finger with his right hand and flicked his wrist, directly taking out Wu You’s magical artifacts and identity tokens from his Storage Bag one by one, presenting them to Ye Ao.
“…”
Seeing the items Ye Anping took out, Ye Ao was slightly taken aback. He quickly stepped forward and examined them one by one.
After confirming that these were indeed magical artifacts belonging to a Core Formation Stage Demonic cultivator, and verifying the authenticity of the identity token, the expression on his face froze. He then frowned seriously.
“Where did you get these, son?”
“I told you, the Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect.” Ye Anping shrugged and stated, “Lian Xue and I killed him together. He was likely a cultivator at the late Core Formation stage, close to the Nascent Soul stage. His Dao name was ‘Wu You’, but I don’t know his real name.”
“You and Junior Sister Pei?” Ye Ao looked at Pei Lianxue, who was waiting outside the door, still somewhat disbelieving. “How could two Qi Refining Stage cultivators like you kill a Core Formation Stage cultivator?”
“That’s a long story. I’ll tell you slowly later. But before that.”
Ye Anping paused, then turned his head and gave Pei Lianxue, who was waiting outside, a look, signaling her to bring Feng Yu Die in.
Pei Lianxue understood, but reluctantly pouted. She hoisted the leaning Feng Yu Die in through the door and unceremoniously dropped her in front of Ye Ao.
With a thud.
Feng Yu Die bounced twice from the impact.
Ye Anping was momentarily stunned, not understanding why she couldn’t be gentler, but he ignored it and quickly asked, “Dad, can I trouble you to use your true essence to help her heal?”
Ye Ao’s brows furrowed slightly as he scanned Feng Yu Die with his Spiritual Sense.
Upon seeing Feng Yu Die’s spiritual root aptitude, he was also stunned.
“This girl is a Heavenly Spiritual Root?”
“Yes, a Heavenly Spiritual Root, her name is Feng Yu Die.” Ye Anping leaned forward and introduced her, “She was a disciple of Grand Void True Person, an reclusive cultivator of the Xuan Xing Sect. Grand Void True Person passed away at the beginning of the year, so she went to the Xuan Xing Sect with the True Person’s recommendation letter to join, but she encountered the Grand Tutor of the Gu Poison Sect halfway and was severely injured…”
As Ye Anping spoke, Pei Lianxue’s eyes nearly popped out.
—Why does Senior Brother know so much?
“Dad, the Xuan Xing Sect’s disciple assembly should be in two months. She’s in no condition to make it like this, so please use your true essence to help her recover.”
“Grand Void True Person…”
Ye Ao was also puzzled as to how Ye Anping knew this name. However, thinking that perhaps this girl had told him, he seemed to understand. But after pondering for a moment, he was still prepared to refuse.
If Feng Yu Die were in critical condition, he might have considered using his true essence to help her. But she seemed stable now.
True essence was not spiritual energy; only a small amount could be condensed each year.
He wasn’t a philanthropist, why would he expend his true essence for an unknown young cultivator?
“Anping, you should know that true essence is…”
“I’ll do it!!” Kong Yulan interrupted him.
Ye Ao looked at her in confusion.
“What? Yulan?”
“It’s fine, it’s just a little true essence. I’ll heal her.”
Kong Yulan winked at Ye Anping, seemingly misunderstanding something, and immediately picked up Feng Yu Die and took her into the inner room.
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