Chapter 301: What Made Her So Sad

Zhang Xingyu got dressed and stood quietly in front of the window, dazed.

Last night, how did he come back?

And his clothes, who took them off for him?

Demon King Hali?

Beautiful teacher?

On the windowsill, a five-colored butterfly flapped its wings gently in the sunlight.

A red spider slid down from the eaves silently, spraying a bundle of snow-white spider silk at it.

The butterfly struggled in terror, but couldn't get rid of the spider web's restraint.

In this world where the weak are the prey of the strong, the weak are nothing but prey for the strong.

I am not the strong, but I cannot be slaughtered by others.

Yuan Wushang, let's wait and see!

Zhang Xingyu collected his thoughts, pushed open the door, and walked toward the terrace.

On the terrace, Demon King Hali and little junior aunt Ling'er were whispering together.

Faint blushes still hung on their faces.

Seeing Zhang Xingyu arrive, Ling'er's eyes dodged, while Hali tried hard to pretend to be calm.

Obviously, the embarrassment just now hadn't completely faded.

Zhang Xingyu's stomach was burning, and his belly was empty.

He reached out and forked a piece of spirit fruit drizzled with gray-black sauce into his mouth.

The sweet fruit juice mixed with the spicy sauce raged in his mouth, making him instantly feel full.

Demon King Hali's culinary level was still standing still.

The disgusting degree of this dark cuisine was really not covered.

Zhang Xingyu put down the silver fork in his hand.

Thinking for a while, he turned his head and asked Demon King Hali: "Yesterday you competed with Ancestor Zhou, who won in the end?"

Hearing his inquiry, Demon King Hali's pretty face turned as red as a cooked lobster.

Demon King Hali didn't answer, Zhang Xingyu asked again.

Demon King Hali's pretty face turned purple.

She glared at Zhang Xingyu and said: "Hmph! That stinky old man is shameless!"

It turned out that last night, Zhou Baitong dragged Demon King Hali and flew to the top of a snow peak.

"This time, let's compare who can pee further!"

Zhou Baitong said while reaching out to untie his pants belt.

"Pervert!"

Demon King Hali fled in a panic.

Zhou Baitong laughed: "Little girl, I, the old Daoist, won this round!"

Speaking of Zhou Baitong's shamelessness, Demon King Hali gritted her teeth.

Zhang Xingyu laughed out loud.

Zhou Baitong, this old guy, is really shameless.

Ling'er, that girl, hid on the side, covering her mouth with both hands, making a woo-woo sound.

Although she tried her best to endure it, her constantly twitching shoulders betrayed the laughter she hadn't made.

Demon King Hali glared at the two of them and ran downstairs angrily.

In a short while, she ran back angrily.

"Zhang Xingyu, your beautiful teacher is in trouble, why don't you hurry up and see?"

"What?"

Zhang Xingyu stood up with a thud, and ran downstairs.

Downstairs, turn right.

Along a small path paved with bluestone, passing through a purple bamboo forest more than one person high, a cave shrouded in firelight appeared ahead.

This cave is called Fire Cloud Cave.

There is a miniature fire-attribute spirit spring in the Fire Cloud Cave, which is a rare place for cultivating fire-attribute techniques.

Zhang Xingyu rushed into the cave.

He often entered and exited this cave and was infinitely familiar with the cave's entry and exit restrictions.

Entering the cave gate, inside is a spacious hall.

In the center of the hall, a spirit fire that never went out swayed gently, illuminating the hall red.

Around the spirit fire, a few crystal-clear stone tables and chairs formed a semicircle.

This is where Huo Lingwu receives guests.

Around the hall, a few stone rooms were distributed in order, each stone room was dozens of square meters.

These stone rooms were cultivation room, talisman room, alchemy room, weapon refining room, spirit pet room, miscellaneous room, and rest room.

At this moment, the door of the rest room was wide open.

The items in the room were scattered everywhere.

Huo Lingwu was sleeping on the ground, full of wine, with a pile of wine bottles scattered around her.

Her hair was messy, her eyes were red and swollen, and two long tear stains remained on her cheeks.

What the hell?

Zhang Xingyu was surprised in his heart.

He had never seen his beautiful teacher drunk.

He had never seen his beautiful teacher cry.

What made her so sad?

Could it be hurt by love?

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, tear stains red and soaked through the silk.

Beautiful teacher, who made you cry, who made you hurt?

Zhang Xingyu walked into the room on tiptoe, gently carrying his beautiful teacher to the bed.

Looking at this beautiful teacher who was still crying in her sleep, Zhang Xingyu's heart felt a pain for no reason.

He gently covered Huo Lingwu with a quilt, then bent down to pick up the items all over the floor.

Demon King Hali followed him silently, helping him clean up the scattered items together.

Little girl Ling'er wanted to ask, but was stopped by Zhang Xingyu with a gesture.

The three exited the cave, and then let out a long sigh in unison.

"Little junior nephew, senior sister seems to have cried." Ling'er couldn't help but speak.

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "That'

"Is Senior Sister being bullied?" Ling'er asked, stroking her own hair.

"I don't know," Zhang Xingyu replied.

At this moment, Demon King Hali spoke up from the side: "Do you even need to guess? Your beautiful Senior Sister must have been bullied by some heartless, stinking man."

Tianshu Peak, Diecui Cliff.

Diecui Cliff is the place where the spiritual veins of Tianshu Peak converge, and it is also the residence of the Sect Leader, True Monarch Qingfeng, and his family.

A three-story pavilion is built on Diecui Cliff, with eight corners and eight eaves, featuring carved railings and jade masonry.

The pavilion is named Zhaixing, meaning "one can pluck the stars with a hand."

On the third floor of Zhaixing Pavilion, sandalwood incense curls in the air.

A woman in plain clothes sits on the floor, her jade fingers raised lightly, gently brushing the strings of a zither.

The zither music is ethereal, like sounds from heaven.

Opposite the woman, a man in white sits with his knees bent.

The man's sword-like brows are slightly furrowed, his expression gloomy, and the round fan in his hand mechanically taps the low table in front of him.

This man and woman are none other than the Sect Leader of the Myriad Laws Immortal Sect, True Person Qingfeng, and his Dao companion, Fairy Mingyue.

As the song ends, Fairy Mingyue slowly raises her head.

Opposite her, True Monarch Qingfeng is still mechanically tapping the table.

Fairy Mingyue shakes her head gently and advises in a soft voice: "Xunfeng, your heart is in chaos."

True Person Qingfeng stops his hand upon hearing this.

He smiles apologetically at Fairy Mingyue: "Mm, I have become attached to appearances."

Fairy Mingyue extends a slender jade finger and presses it against his head: "You. You are in chaos because you care too much."

"I know the mind of that girl Lingwu. It's just that she isn't young anymore; if there were someone to accompany her on the path of cultivation, she would certainly live more happily than she does now."

True Monarch Qingfeng is silent. After a long while, he speaks: "We watched Lingwu grow up; we have treated her like our own biological daughter since she was small. That is why we do not wish for her to suffer any grievances."

Fairy Mingyue smiles slightly: "That is why we must find her a good Dao companion. Which parents would wish for their daughter to be lonely and miserable for her entire life? Besides, Yuan Wushang is the beloved disciple of True Monarch Qingxuan, the Peak Master of Tianquan Peak, and the head of the sect's personal disciples; he is destined to become a True Transmission Disciple in the future. To be able to form a Dao companion bond with a True Transmission Disciple, Lingwu is not losing out in any way. Furthermore, if we can finalize this marriage with True Monarch Qingxuan, who in this sect would dare to raise a voice of opposition against you?"

True Monarch Qingfeng nods slightly: "That may be so, but the reaction of the child Lingwu yesterday is truly worrying!"