Chapter 17

Unexpectedly, that afternoon, Lu Yaoyao and Li Daoxuan actually came to visit, and even brought some snacks.

Sure enough, the 【So Amazing】 note above Lu Yaoyao's head had already changed to 【What a Pity】.

And Li Daoxuan had also changed from 【A Lecher Who Was Starting to Look Pleasing to the Eye】 to 【A Lecher Who Is Extremely Unlucky】.

"Zhou Shixiong, look on the bright side; as long as you are safe and sound, that's all that matters," Lu Yaoyao comforted him softly.

Li Daoxuan placed the snacks on the table and said with a stiff face, "Perhaps next time the Supreme Elders gather the medicinal materials and reopen the Flame Spirit Blood Pool, they might make it up to you, who knows."

Zhou Qing really wanted to tell them that the thief only appeared after he had already soaked for a night, and that he actually hadn't suffered any losses.

But after thinking it over, he still decided to remain silent.

After all, this reward was already something that made people envious and jealous; it was better to let people laugh at him after word got out than to be the target of their envy.

Thus, Zhou Qing immediately put on a dejected look and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Shimei and Shixiong."

Lu Yaoyao wanted to say something more, but Li Daoxuan saw the look of frustration on Zhou Qing's face, so he gently pulled the little Shimei and shook his head.

Lu Yaoyao understood, stood up, and said, "Alright then, we won't disturb you anymore. Rest well, look on the bright side, it's no big deal."

After watching the two leave, Zhou Qing immediately became full of energy.

He opened the food box, looked at the exquisite snacks inside, and couldn't help but lick his lips.

He had smelled the mouth-watering fragrance earlier and was craving it; it was clear that a lot of thought had gone into making these snacks.

Since it wasn't an enemy seeking revenge, these snacks shouldn't be poisoned, so he began to feast.

That night, as Zhou Qing was studying the "Silver Dragon Hand" while absorbing spirit stones, a voice transmission suddenly arrived.

"Old Four, come to the foot of Yuqing Peak immediately!"

Zhou Qing was stunned for a moment, then quickly packed up his things, pushed open the door, and looked at the night scene outside, feeling somewhat confused.

It's so late, why is San Shixiong calling me to Yuqing Peak?

Although full of doubts, he still hurried over.

Before long, he saw a person at the foot of Yuqing Peak who kept waving at him; seeing this, Zhou Qing had no choice but to control his flying sword and land.

"Greetings, Zhou Shixiong!" The person was an inner sect disciple dressed in yellow, with two thin mustaches at the corners of his mouth, looking to be over thirty years old.

Zhou Qing frowned slightly, but the man hurriedly said, "Zhou Shixiong, Yan Shixiong has been waiting inside for a long time; if you're any later, you'll miss it."

"Miss what?" Zhou Qing was increasingly confused.

The man shook his head: "I don't know either, Shidi; you'll know once you go in."

As he spoke, he immediately took out a formation disk from his robes, and after activating it, the night barrier of the nearby Yuqing Peak silently opened a gap.

"Shidi will lead the way ahead!" After the man finished speaking, he slipped inside.

Zhou Qing looked at Yuqing Peak, feeling that running onto someone else's territory in the middle of the night wasn't quite right, but he figured San Shixiong must have something important, otherwise he wouldn't be so anxious.

Gritting his teeth, he followed him in.

Under the night sky, the two kept moving, even dodging one patrol enforcement team after another.

"This is it!" The man with the thin mustache suddenly stopped and pointed to the detached courtyard in front of them.

Zhou Qing immediately leaned over to look around, lowered his voice, and said in shock, "Are you kidding? This is the residence of a core disciple, and looking at the decorations, it belongs to some Shijie."

The man with the thin mustache looked serious: "Yan Shixiong is inside; don't you know he already has someone he admires?"

Zhou Qing was stunned, and the image of Yan Xiaohu's carefree nature couldn't help but surface in his mind; he shook his head repeatedly.

He wouldn't think about such matters of the heart.

At this moment, Zhou Qing immediately became alert and took two steps back: "Who exactly are you? And where is my San Shixiong?"

That voice transmission was indeed San Shixiong's, but the way of doing things now was completely different.

The man with the thin mustache looked at Zhou Qing's guarded appearance and couldn't help but laugh, clicking his tongue: "You actually weren't fooled; you do have some wits. To repay you, I specifically catered to your preferences."

Hearing that familiar yet strange voice coming from the man with the thin mustache, Zhou Qing's expression changed drastically.

"Who's outside?"

Suddenly, the door of the courtyard behind him was flung open, and a figure wrapped in a bath towel soared into the sky.

Her waterfall-like long hair was draped wet over her shoulders, water droplets kept rolling down her hair, and her gaze was like lightning, locking onto Zhou Qing instantly.

"Shi, Shi Zhen Shijie!" Zhou Qing's face turned pale instantly.

The first lecture he attended some time ago was taught by Shi Zhen Shijie, and at that time, she even specifically explained the cultivation method of the "Green Wood Spirit Shield."

Zhou Qing hurriedly turned his head, only to find that the Er Daye who had tricked him into coming here had disappeared without a trace.

He gulped.

It's over; this time it's truly like mud falling into one's pants—even if it's not excrement, it's still excrement.

At this moment, Shi Zhen's exquisite face was filled with shame and anger, and her eyes seemed to have flames burning in them.

But in the next moment, Zhou Qing's legs suddenly went weak, and his whole body collapsed to the ground, his body beginning to twitch uncontrollably.

His limbs flailed violently, as if being pulled by an invisible force.

His facial muscles twisted, his eyes rolled back, his mouth hung wide open, and a painful "clucking" sound came from his throat.

White foam even bubbled from the corners of his mouth, looking very terrifying.

And Shi Zhen, who had been full of anger, had her expression change slightly; she frowned and tentatively called out, "Zhou Shidi?"

Seeing that Zhou Qing was still twitching, she hurriedly landed, grabbed the bath towel with one hand, and placed the other on Zhou Qing's pulse, soon becoming greatly shocked.

"Why is this pulse so chaotic? This isn't right; it looks like poisoning or qi deviation. Master, Master—"

Shi Zhen didn't dare to delay at all and hurriedly took out a distress talisman to call her Master; after all, if a core disciple had an accident in front of her door, she would have no way to defend herself.

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"What exactly is going on with this child?"

Yuqing Peak Master Tong Min looked at Mo Xingjian, who was walking out of the room, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Mo Xingjian thanked Tong Min and bowed: "Thanks to Shimei for rescuing him in time and sending him back to Little Spirit Peak immediately. He is now out of danger and just needs to sleep for a day or two."

Tong Min breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Then, Mo Xingjian looked at Shi Zhen, who was slightly awkward on the side, and said with a smile: "It has nothing to do with you. This child's sleepwalking hasn't been a day or two, but I didn't expect it to be so serious now. You didn't mean to scare him."

Shi Zhen suddenly realized; she had heard that sleepwalkers shouldn't be woken up, otherwise there would be unpredictable consequences. So it was actually true.

She hurriedly bowed apologetically: "Mo Shishu, it was ultimately caused by me. After he fully recovers, I will apologize to him personally."

Mo Xingjian waved his hand hurriedly: "It's fine, it's fine, as long as you don't have any misunderstandings."

At this moment, in the room, Yan Xiaohu was tiptoeing by the window, eavesdropping.

And Zhou Qing, as if nothing had happened, sat on the bed, carefully poking his head out.

"San Shixiong, have they left?" Zhou Qing didn't dare to make a sound, asking with gestures that only the two of them could understand.

Yan Xiaohu made a shushing gesture, listened for a moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "Master went to see them off. Old Four, you're something!"

(End of chapter)