"Hey, Xiao Er. Mu Yijie is already suspicious. Be careful," Jiang Lin said, with the hatred in his eyes seemingly about to pour out.
"I'll make Mu Yijie and Yong Shanling pay with their lives for our sister," Jiang Lin said with a ferocious expression. At this moment, he resembled a vicious dog climbing out of hell. Gone was his usual cold and elite look.
No one knew that after Jiang Xiaoxiao woke up at the banquet and witnessed what had happened to her, she couldn't bear it and committed suicide that very night after returning home.
The white-haired parents of the Jiang family suffered the loss of their beloved daughter, and the two old people fell ill one after another.
Just thinking about Yong Shanling, who was responsible for all this, made him wish he could tear her into pieces.
On the other side, Mu Yijie was sitting in the car, his eyes closed as he leaned back on the seat. The faces of Ye Wei and Jiang Lin flashed through his mind one after another. Finally, he opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed across them.
Yong Shanling had finished watching the variety show. But she had slept too much during the previous days of coma and couldn't fall asleep at all. And Mu Yijie wasn't by her side.
"How boring~~~" Yong Shanling shouted impatiently. Unfortunately, her spiritual power was completely exhausted, and it would take at least a week to recover. She couldn't even read a book.
"Click." Suddenly, there came the sound of the door opening. A look of caution flashed across Yong Shanling's eyes, and she curiously looked up.
She saw a furry head peeping in. The young boy looked around and his eyes lit up when he saw Yong Shanling.
"Who are you?" Yong Shanling roared bluffingly. Thinking that she couldn't move at all, she felt extremely insecure.
"It's me, benefactor. I'm Ye Qinghe," came a hoarse, mature voice from that baby face.
Yong Shanling looked at his innocent baby face in disbelief. At that time, his face was covered in blood, so she couldn't tell what he really looked like. She only thought his voice sounded like that of a thirty - year - old man. Who would have thought... Yong Shanling couldn't help bursting into laughter.
"You... You have a baby face but a mature man's voice. Pfft... It's so funny," Yong Shanling laughed so hard that tears were streaming down her face. Finally, she had found someone more unlucky than her with a baby face. Could there be anything worse?
Ye Qinghe's face immediately scrunched up like a steamed bun. He limped in and looked at Yong Shanling accusingly.
"Benefactor, fairy, stop laughing. There are so many people who wish they could look as young as I do," he said in that hoarse voice. If one didn't know, they would think it was a handsome, decadent middle - aged man speaking, but it was actually a cute young boy.
Perhaps the young boy's look was too pitiful, so Yong Shanling finally managed to stop laughing. She looked curiously at his leg, but she couldn't raise her head and couldn't see clearly.
"How's your leg?" Yong Shanling asked hesitantly. At that time, his leg was in a very serious condition. Without the muscle - regenerating pill from the cultivation world, he might have had to have his leg amputated.
Ye Qinghe smiled brightly and shook his head. "It's okay. Later, my master found me. Fortunately, he had a muscle - regenerating pill. It will get better in a while."
"That's good," Yong Shanling said with a sigh of relief. After a while, she suddenly realized something. "Master? Muscle - regenerating pill? Are you also a cultivator?"
Yong Shanling's voice got higher and higher with each word. The surprise in her eyes couldn't be hidden at all. This was the first cultivator she had ever met, and she was extremely excited.
Ye Qinghe scratched his head shyly and whispered, "I just entered the sect not long ago. My cultivation is not very good. I was originally out for training, but who would have thought I'd encounter a monster. Fortunately, I met you, benefactor."
"Since we're fellow cultivators, just call me Shanling. My surname is Yong, and my name is Shanling."
"Sister Shanling," Ye Qinghe called out happily.
Hearing someone call her sister, Yong Shanling was overjoyed. She was finally someone's elder sister and no longer the youngest one.
"Xiao Qinghe, I'll protect you from now on. If you have any trouble, come to me," Yong Shanling said while lying in the hospital bed. Although she couldn't move, it couldn't stop her ambition to take on a disciple.
She imagined how her master would praise her when he knew she had a disciple.
"Why were you sent out for training at such a young age? I used to always follow my master. Your master is really too careless," Yong Shanling said, feeling a bit sorry for Ye Qinghe.
Ye Qinghe smiled sheepishly, but his voice was still that hoarse one. "There's no way. Master said this is the only way to grow up quickly."
His hoarse voice was full of admiration for his master.
Looking at Ye Qinghe's bright eyes, Yong Shanling couldn't bear to tell him that she didn't graduate from her master's sect until she was eighteen. She couldn't help but feel curious about his master. Although they all had to rely on merit to cultivate, and the best way was to subdue demons and eliminate evil or help those with merit, masters would never let their disciples enter the secular world before they had the ability to protect themselves.
"Your master is so strict. He's like a tiger dad among masters," Yong Shanling thought for a while before finding the right word.
"Sister Shanling, isn't your master like that?" Ye Qinghe touched his nose and asked curiously.
Hearing him mention her master, Yong Shanling was immediately filled with pride. "I'm rather useless. My master only let me graduate this year."
Hearing Yong Shanling's words, Ye Qinghe's originally bright face fell, and he looked extremely disappointed.
Seeing Ye Qinghe like this, Yong Shanling felt a bit embarrassed and quickly said, "It's because my talent is too poor, so it took me so long to graduate. Your master sent you out early because your talent is so good. He just wants to temper you in advance."
"But, sister, you can not only save people but also kill such a powerful monster. I'm so useless. I couldn't even dodge a small acid attack," Ye Qinghe said, with tears gradually welling up in his eyes. His cute baby face was full of sadness.
"Maybe it's really my master's way of tempering me. After this experience, I'll surely be as powerful as you, sister. Sister, don't worry about me. Next time, I definitely won't encounter such a strong monster," Ye Qinghe said, trying hard to hold back his sadness and comforting Yong Shanling instead.
Yong Shanling felt even more sorry for him. This young boy was sent out for training at such a young age without even learning any self - defense skills. What a teacher without moral integrity!
"Why don't you follow me first? I can teach you some basic skills. Wait until you have the ability to protect yourself, and then you can go for training alone," Yong Shanling blurted out. After she said it, the more she thought about it, the better the idea seemed.
Anyway, his master was so irresponsible. It would be better for him to follow her and learn some self - defense skills first. When he was ready, he could leave.
She looked at Ye Qinghe with bright eyes, and he was the only one in her clear black - and - white pupils.
Ye Qinghe was stunned. A glimmer of moisture flashed across his eyes. He excitedly grabbed her hand and said, "I..."
"What are you two chatting about so happily?"