Ye Chu: “If you want to stay, then stay. Why so many questions? Or do you mean—you want me to leave?”
Ye Qingyi immediately lit up with gossipy eyes.
The atmosphere had been too tense earlier for her to ask, but now was the perfect time.
“So what’s the real relationship between you and Mu Qingge?”
“Kids shouldn’t pry.”
“I’ve lived two lives—how could I possibly be a kid!”
Ye Chu’s tone was firm: “I don’t want what you think; I want what I think. Listen to me, OK?”
Ye Qingyi: “…”
She bit her lip, feeling like he was just messing with her.
Now that she thought about it, Ye Qingyi found that fight more and more baffling.
There was clearly deep love and hate between them, and they fought fiercely, but the only real damage came from that chain when it struck.
After the system took control of the weapon, the moment Ye Chu saw her spit blood, he immediately asked with concern, “Are you okay?”
Wow, if you care that much, why fight at all?
And Mu Qingge left too easily.
Unless she never really intended to hurt Ye Chu.
Ye Qingyi silently emphasized in her heart: ’I definitely don’t care about their past relationship. What do Ye Chu’s past life love affairs have to do with me? I just want to enjoy some gossip.’
…
After a night of rest, Ye Qingyi’s body had fully recovered.
The sore muscles no longer trembled, and her spiritual energy flowed much more smoothly than before.
But her mood was terrible.
Because she had dreamed again last night.
In the dream, Ye Chu was traveling the martial world with a gallant female swordsman.
Together, they slayed demons, robbed the rich to help the poor, and lived freely and happily.
The female swordsman had a beautiful smile and was even faster with her sword.
They moved in perfect harmony, like they had cultivated together for many years.
After waking up, Ye Qingyi sat by the bed in a daze for a long time.
This was already the second time.
The first dream, she dreamed of a childhood sweetheart junior sister.
They grew up together and cultivated together…
The second time, it was that gallant female swordsman.
She suddenly understood Mu Qingge a little.
No wonder she said she was just one of Ye Chu’s many pursuing fairies.
Ye Qingyi couldn’t help but calculate in her heart: ’Just how many is “many”?’
The most crucial question was, how come none of them worked out with Ye Chu?
One or two might be the other party’s fault, but with so many… shouldn’t Ye Chu reflect on himself?
The junior sister didn’t work out, the female swordsman didn’t work out, and Mu Qingge didn’t work out.
Seeing Mu Qingge gritting her teeth like that last night, Ye Qingyi actually felt some sympathy.
Ye Chu?
Just a scumbag.
Pfft.
Ye Chu, who had just sneezed: “???”
“Did you just curse me?”
Ye Qingyi looked shocked: “How can you suspect me? And I’m the first one you suspect! Why can’t it be Mu Qingge?”
Ye Chu glanced at her lightly: “I’m a Mahayana cultivator. You think I don’t know what’s on your mind?”
He didn’t plan to keep arguing, because the next part was the exciting part—inventorying the loot!
“Take out your storage pouch.”
Ye Qingyi was puzzled: “Why do you want my storage pouch?”
“To see what we got from looting the other three families last night, of course.”
Ye Qingyi was stunned: “When did you do that? I didn’t know.”
“Heh, in the state you were in last night, what could you notice? Stop wasting time, hurry up.”
Under Ye Chu’s guidance, Ye Qingyi laid out the plunder in categories on the table, and her mood improved significantly.
“The spirit stones from the three family vaults are enough for you for a while.”
Ye Chu pointed at the neatly stacked spirit stones.
There were quite a lot, and for Ye Qingyi’s current level, it was indeed a considerable gain.
Ye Qingyi looked at the pile of spirit stones, her eyes widening slightly.
The amount was far more than she had imagined.
No wonder they said murder and arson were some of the fastest ways to get rich.
What surprised her even more came next.
“The antidote for the Dispelling Powder is also complete,” Ye Chu continued his inventory.
“Your spiritual energy leakage problem will be solved soon.”
Ye Qingyi carefully picked out the needed herbs from the pile and held them cautiously in her arms.
These were important tools for her to reach the peak of her life, so she had to protect them well.
Her gaze fell on the silver chain in the corner.
The chain was about an arm’s length, entirely silver-white, emitting a faint cold light.
It looked like some precious accessory.
But Ye Qingyi had seen how powerful it was—it had the highest damage output last night!
Far above Ye Chu and Mu Qingge, those two “slackers.”
“What’s this?”
Ye Qingyi asked deliberately.
“Soul Chain,” Ye Chu explained.
“It can not only attack the soul but also nurture it. To me, it’s more precious than any heavenly treasure.”
Ye Qingyi nodded half-understanding.
She didn’t fully grasp the significance of a soul-type artifact for someone in Ye Chu’s soul state, but seeing him show such satisfaction for once, it must indeed be something good.
“So you being beaten like that last night is forgivable?” she asked softly.
Ye Chu snorted: “What do you mean ‘beaten like that’? That was a strategic retreat.”
“…When you were tied up by the chain and couldn’t move, was that also a strategic retreat?”
“That was the system acting too fast! Before I could even operate, it moved.”
Ye Qingyi couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly.
A chain that can nurture the soul… and you say there’s nothing between you?
…
“Put down those herbs.”
Ye Chu pointed at the herbs in her arms.
“Today we’ll refine the antidote for the Dispelling Powder.”
“You’ll do the refining, and I’ll guide you.”
“Me?” Ye Qingyi was taken aback.
“I’ve never learned alchemy.”
“That’s why you need to learn.”
Ye Chu interrupted her.
“More skills don’t weigh you down, understand?”
Ye Qingyi bit her lip, nodded, and sat down to begin following Ye Chu’s instructions.
“Too much spiritual energy output, make it smaller.”
“Put that grass in now; don’t wait.”
“Yes, that’s it—stop. You added too much. Are you even counting?”
Ye Qingyi adjusted in a fluster, a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead.
Ye Chu’s mouth never stopped—first complaining that she was too slow, then that the temperature was off, and occasionally letting out a cold laugh to express displeasure.
But Ye Qingyi noticed that every time she was truly about to fail, Ye Chu would help her—just enough to save the batch.
Hah!
This guy was just hard-mouthed.
Half an hour later, a pale blue pill formed in midair, emitting a clear medicinal fragrance.
Ye Qingyi carefully took the pill, held it in her hands, and asked in disbelief: “I refined it?”
“Barely passable,” Ye Chu commented.
“Your spiritual energy control is still poor, but refining it this well on your first try counts as lucky.”
Ye Qingyi couldn’t be bothered to argue about the “lucky” comment.
She looked at the pill in her hand, took a deep breath, and swallowed it.
The moment the pill entered her stomach, a warm medicinal force spread.
She closed her eyes and felt the circulation of her spiritual energy.
Every time she circulated her spiritual energy before, a part would silently leak away.
She had grown used to that feeling, even thought cultivation was supposed to be like that.
But now, that feeling was completely gone!
Her spiritual energy ran a full circuit through her meridians without a single drop missing.
Ye Qingyi’s eyes felt hot.
“I… my spiritual energy is no longer leaking.”
“Mm,” Ye Chu said flatly.
“The Dispelling Powder is cured. It won’t leak anymore.”
Ye Qingyi looked down at her hands, feeling the abundant spiritual energy within her.
That solid sense made her want to both cry and laugh.
Ye Qingyi blinked hard, forcing the moisture back.
“Don’t get emotional,” Ye Chu’s voice came from beside her.
“Starting tomorrow, double your cultivation time. You have to make up for the progress you missed.”
“Because you’re way too weak.”
Ye Qingyi ground her teeth with hatred.
Couldn’t this guy just say something nice for once!
“Just you wait. One day I’ll trample you underfoot!”