Chapter 11

Yuan Yao: "……"

She limped over to the boy.

Because the passage was too dark, Cang Li couldn't make out the newcomer for a moment, only seeing that the other person was limping.

The boy narrowed his eyes, palms together, "Who are you? State your name quickly! I am the third disciple of the Holy Buddha of the Ninth Province—Cangaotian is my name."

The other party didn't respond.

But the more he looked at the other person, the more he felt it was his lazy little junior sister.

Impossible!

How could that lazy good-for-nothing possibly appear here?

It must be his hallucination.

I didn't expect this rundown place to actually have an illusion; it's really...

"Third... senior... brother." Yuan Yao deliberately emphasized her tone.

Cang Li was shocked, "Wow, even the voice sounds so alike..."

"……" Yuan Yao said speechlessly, "Third senior brother, what are you imagining again?"

Cang Li snorted arrogantly, "I know this is an illusion, you fake, don't try to fool me! Watch, I'll punch you to smithereens!"

Saying that, he swiftly raised his fist, like a spinning windmill, and swung it toward Yuan Yao.

Yuan Yao gritted her teeth, "Cang Li, you dog, act normal, will you?! Even your grandaunt Yuan Yao doesn't recognize you!"

"Don't even think about bewitching me!"

Seeing Cang Li's fist about to hit her, Yuan Yao, out of options, said: "The wildfire cannot be burned out."

"The spring breeze blows and it grows again!" Cang Li suddenly stopped, his eyes widening in astonishment as he looked at Yuan Yao.

"No way, for real?"

Cang Li reached out and grabbed Yuan Yao's shoulders, looking left and right.

He asked in disbelief, "How are you here? Shouldn't you be sleeping in?"

Yuan Yao brushed his hand away, "I came to train with the Eldest Senior Brother. Also, there's another with us—a disciple just taken by our master, named Lu Xiangxiang. From now on she'll be our junior sister."

"Ah?" Cang Li was dazed, his concern being: "You actually came out to train? Weren't you possessed? Or did you burn your brain?"

He reached out to touch her forehead.

Slap!

Yuan Yao mercilessly slapped his hand away, "I've turned over a new leaf. From now on I'll be diligent and enterprising."

Seeing her so serious, Cang Li still couldn't help but worry, asking, "Yuan Yao, are you really alright?"

Yuan Yao speechless: "What do you think?"

Cang Li sighed, "Yao Yao, you've grown up; I've raised you with blood and sweat, it's not easy—you'd better be filial to me from now on."

Yuan Yao: "……" Her drama queen syndrome flared up again.

Cang Li is only two years older than her, so he's just 17.

Cang Li seemed to think of something, looking around, "Where's the Eldest Senior Brother? You didn't get separated from him, did you?"

"I got separated from the Eldest Senior Brother and Lu Xiangxiang."

"Who is Lu Xiangxiang?" Cang Li stared, this name sounded so unfamiliar.

Yuan Yao sighed helplessly, "As I just said, she's Lu Xiangxiang, the personal disciple our master just took today."

Cang Li frowned, "Why does the master keep taking disciples after all this time?" And it's been ten years since the last acceptance.

Ten years ago, the six of us were reluctantly accepted by the master as personal disciples.

Why was it "reluctant"?

Because back then the master didn't want to take on a bunch of kids who weren't even knee-high to grass.

But that year, each of us was pressured by our own background forces and shoved onto Master Qianji Mountain.

Who made Master Qianji the top swordsman of the Ninth Province?

Ten years ago, Qianji Mountain was already a mighty expert in the Spirit Transformation Realm; now his power is even more unfathomable.

However, among the six senior siblings, only Yuan Yao lacked any background; her parents are dead, leaving only a little aunt in the world.

But after that little aunt handed Yuan Yao over to the master for upbringing, she completely disappeared.

"I didn't ask the master." Yuan Yao said.

Cang Li found it strange, "Today the master accepted her as a disciple, and she came with you to the Wuduan Mijing?"

Upon hearing that, Yuan Yao recalled what the 250 System had said.

She still couldn't confirm whether the 250 System's words were true or false, but if Lu Xiangxiang had any omens of dealing with them, she would definitely not stand by.

Yuan Yao thought the Eldest Senior Brother might now be with Lu Xiangxiang, feeling quite uneasy.

"You're hurt?!" The belated Cang Li suddenly noticed the bandage on Yuan Yao's ankle, his face changing slightly.

He immediately crouched down to examine her injury.

Upon seeing it, he chattered, "How did you get this wound? And the bandage isn't wrapped tightly—how can you be so clumsy!"

Yuan Yao leaned forward to stop him, "I've already treated the wound; we should leave now. I want to find the Eldest Senior Brother and the others."

Cang Li raised his head, "Are you the healer or am I the healer?"

Yuan Yao choked a bit, "... you."

Her third senior brother is not only a third-rank healer but also a fourth-rank alchemist.

Moreover, her third senior brother doesn't like sword practice; he prefers dancing with blades and spears.

Therefore, the master had no choice; not only did he find the best alchemy instructor for him within the Carefree Sect, but he also personally studied blade and spear techniques just to personally teach the third senior brother.

In the end, Cang Li personally reapplied medicine and bandaged her.

Seeing this shocking wound, Cang Li's brows furrowed like two caterpillars, and his eyes grew damp from the mist.

"You were fine, why did you have to come out and suffer?" His tone couldn't hide his heartache.

Yuan Yao has never suffered hardship since childhood!

The worst hardship she's ever endured was tripping over her own left foot, falling down the slope, and cracking her head.

He turned his back to Yuan Yao, squatted down, tilted his head, and said, "Come up."

"No." Yuan Yao refused, "I can walk on my own."

"Do you think I want to carry you? I'm afraid the eldest senior brother will scold me—hurry up and get on!" Cang Li urged.

Yuan Yao reached out and patted Cang Li's shoulder, smiling narrowly: "Third senior brother, rest assured, I won't tell on you."

Cang Li's lips twitched—what did he mean by that?

Before he could even speak, Yuan Yao strode off confidently toward the direction ahead.

Cang Li frowned, quickly rose to his feet, and followed.

Yuan Yao took out three second-rank beast cores from her storage space while walking, saying, "Third senior brother, this is for you."

"Where did you get them?"

"I reached in and took them myself."

Cang Li: "?"

Yuan Yao placed the three beast cores in his hand, saying, "I have plenty more—keep these."

"You killed them yourself?" Cang Li exclaimed, uncertain, for he naturally knew what a second-rank beast core signified.

Yuan Yao raised her head arrogantly: "Exactly—thanks to the master's bounty of high-grade magical artifacts, which saved my life and gave me the chance to slay those locust monsters."

Cang Li felt the beast cores in his hand suddenly grow heavy, and he couldn't help asking, "Did you sustain any other injuries?"

Yuan Yao laughed: "No. The master's Ten-Thousand-Shroud Robe protects me, so no harm reaches elsewhere."