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  Like hailstones, the words fell one by one into Mo Qingchen's ears, and it was as if a whip soaked in salt water had lashed at his heart, causing it to shrink and ache. Book lovers also like to read:

  Under Ye Tianyuan's condescending gaze, Mo Qingchen only felt a burning sense of embarrassment on his face, but he couldn't refute a single word.

  The fact is that she took the initiative to hug you, can she say that I didn't have any feelings for you at all, but just couldn't control my body?

  Mo Qingchen lowered his head and remained silent, while Ye Tianyuan's icy voice took on a hint of impatience: "Why aren't you speaking? Are you perhaps... an undercover agent from the Hehuan Sect or the Demon Gate?"

  After saying this, he suddenly squatted down, stretched out his hand to grab Mo Qingchen's wrist and examined it. A moment later, he let go, with a strange expression on his face, as if he couldn't understand.

  Mo Qingchen felt an extreme sense of humiliation in her heart, what kind of magic could she use, just getting close to him made her become inexplicably strange, and she even thought that he had cast a spell on her!

  But it's precisely because of his low status and poor cultivation that he thinks there is a huge gap between him and the other person, so he naturally assumes that the other person would use unorthodox methods to climb up to his level.

  Enduring the discomfort in his body, Mo Qingdun supported himself with one hand on the ground and slowly stood up. He looked straight at the man in front of him and said: "In response to Master's words, I am just a humble Qi Refining stage disciple and do not know any evil magic. If Master has no other instructions, I will take my leave."

  Mo Qingchen finished speaking and turned around, lifting his foot to walk forward.

  "Halt!" A voice came from behind him.

  Mo Qingchen stopped in his tracks, but didn't turn back. Bookworms still like to read:

  "Where do you want to go?" Ye Tianyuan asked.

  "The junior is naturally returning to the Yao Guang Sect. If Master Shu has no other questions, I'll take my leave first." Mo Qing said lightly, feeling something surge up his throat, and hurriedly pursed his lips tightly, continuing on his way forward.

  Looking at the woman's slender back standing upright, a hint of stubbornness emerged. The scene from four years ago suddenly flashed through Ye Tianyuan's mind, and he moved to her front in an instant. He grabbed her and leaped onto the flying sword, transforming into a stream of light that fled towards the horizon.

  This flying sword is an ordinary flying tool, and it can't compare to Ye Tianyuan's leaf-shaped flying tool. The two of them didn't arrive at the Yao Guang Sect until sunset.

  "It's Ye Shibo!" The disciple guarding the gate exclaimed as he saw Ye Tianyuan flying over with a woman on his flying sword.

  Many disciples on the road also raised their heads to watch and began to discuss it enthusiastically.

  "I was right, wasn't I? Ye Shifu has taken a liking to an ordinary female cultivator from outside the sect." A cultivator said with a smug expression, and if there were people familiar with him, they would know that he was one of the cultivators who had just returned from You Le Valley several hours ago.

  The monk beside him stared with wide eyes in surprise: "Rumors are actually true, I thought it was a rumor..."

  "Woe is me! So what Zhang Shijie said was true after all. Indeed, a fox spirit has entwined itself around Ye Shishu." A female cultivator covered her face and wept.

  Because Ye Tianyuan and Mo Qingchen returned together on one sword. The rumors spread by the disciples who returned from the secret realm became more true and credible, and in a short period of time, various versions of rumors spread throughout the Yao Guang Sect at a speed faster than flying swords.

  At this time, Mo Qingchen did not know that the storm triggered by Ye Tianyuan had not passed, but instead became more and more intense.

  Ye Tianyuan rode the flying sword all the way to a secluded spot on Qingmu Peak before landing, and as soon as he landed, he threw Mo Qingchen down like four years ago, stepped on the flying sword and said coldly: "I don't care what you're plotting, from now on, you're not allowed to get close to me again, otherwise——"

  He stopped here and didn't continue, but instead stepped on his flying sword and turned around to leave. Book fans also like to read:

  Mo Qingchu gazed coldly at the man who had ridden away on his sword. After a long while, she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and stood up nonchalantly to wipe her mouth, slowly walking towards Duan Qingge's residence.

  Uncle Ye, I've taken your words to heart!

  Ye Tianyuan descended from Houdetop and entered the Council Chamber to hand over his mission.

  As soon as Ye Tianyuan entered, the old man sitting in the hall hurriedly stood up and smiled: "Younger brother Ye, you've finally returned."

  The old man is the late foundation-building period of cultivation, and Ye Tianyuan naturally calls him a master brother.

  "Hao Shixiong, this is the registration information for this mission, and these are the rewards." Ye Tianyuan handed over a jade slip and several large and small storage bags.

  The two handed over the task card and items, the old man put things aside, turned back to check the contents of the bag according to the registration information, it's not something that can be done in a short while.

  "Ye Shidi, this is your flight artifact, Fu Ming Shu Shu ordered me to hand it over to you." The old man handed over a more than two-inch long emerald green leaf.

  Ye Tianyuan took it and put it in his storage bag, saying: "Farewell, Master Hao."

  "Cough, Ye Shidi, I heard you were delayed because of saving someone. That female disciple... was she rescued?" The old man asked cautiously, but couldn't hide the gossip fire in his eyes.

  Ye Tianyuan furrowed his brow, but his attitude was not as bad as it was towards the female cultivator. He said calmly, "Thanks to Elder Hao's efforts, of course she will be saved."

  As Yeh Tianyuan turned and left, the old man swallowed his next words.

  As soon as he arrived at the gate, a slightly plump monk came walking towards him. Seeing Ye Tianyuan, his expression was very excited, and he asked: "Ye Shidi, you're back, how was it? Was the female disciple rescued?"

  Ye Tianyuan's face turned black, he glanced at him and walked over without saying a word.

  A slightly chubby cultivator rubbed his head and walked in, saying: "Hao Shixiong, what's wrong with Ye Shidi? He usually doesn't discriminate against female cultivators, so why has he been avoiding both men and women for over a dozen days?"

  Listening to this monk's nonsensical words, the old man suppressed his smile and said: "Sun Shidi, don't think about it anymore, just help me with things quickly."

  He pointed to the jade slip and storage bag beside him, thinking to himself, what can I do? After all, this child is a cowherd boy.

  Ye Tianyuan had just returned to the main peak of Liu Huo when a maid-like Jijian female cultivator came forward and saluted, saying: "Brother Ye, Zhen Jun has asked you to go see him."

  Ye Tianyuan faced the female cultivator and resumed his usual demeanor of "no one allowed to enter". Without a word, he stepped into the hall.

  The man on the armchair had a red face and the front half of his head was shiny, he was actually bald!

  He was holding a worn-out fan and shaking it gently, and as soon as Ye Tianyuan entered, he smiled and said: "Tianyuan, you're here."

  Ye Tianyuan paused for a moment.

  "Come on, come quickly." The bald man waved a broken fan at him.

  Ye Tianyuan steeled himself and walked forward, bowing his head in respect: "Your Majesty."

  This bald-headed monk was actually the master of Liuhuo Peak, Xuanhuo Zhenjun, a dignified Yuan Ying period cultivator.

  He is now over a thousand years old, and Ye Tianyuan, who is less than forty years old, can no longer say which generation of his descendants he is.

  Ye Tian was brought to the Yao Guang Sect by him and personally taught, but due to his cultivation, although he called Xuan Huo Zhen Jun high ancestor, with other cultivators, it was according to their realm, just waiting for a breakthrough in the Golden Elixir period to formally take him as a disciple, other book friends normally look:.

  This is a well-known fact in the Yao Guang Sect, so even a Dan-forming cultivator would be polite to Ye Tianyuan. Not every Dan-forming cultivator has the qualifications to become an inner disciple of a Yuan Ying cultivator.

  "Hmm, I heard you saved a little girl today, and also heard——" Before he could continue, the image of his senior's dignified demeanor was completely gone, and the expression on his face looked even more excited than that of the slightly chubby monk they had met at the Thick Virtue Peak Conference Hall.

  I knew it!

  Ye Tianyuan gritted his teeth and said in a darker tone, "Emperor, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave!" After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out.

  "Hey, don't go just yet." Seeing Ye Tianyuan leave as if he hadn't heard, Xuan Huo Zhenjun shook his head and muttered, "This kid, besides cultivation, what else doesn't he understand?"

  "After a long time, he let out a sigh and said: 'Practicing too quickly may not be a good thing for him...'"

  As for the reason, it was ultimately deeply hidden in his bright and dark unpredictable expression.

  Mo Qingdun slowly made his way to the gate, and as he pushed it open, he saw Duan Qingge with a look of anxiety on her face, pacing back and forth in the courtyard, completely unlike her usual gentle and composed self.

  Mo Qingchen's heart warmed up and he called out: "Sister Qingge."

  Duan Qingge suddenly lifted her head and rushed over with joy, saying: "Junior sister, it's great that you're back! Although others said that Ye Shifu went to rescue you and everything would be fine, I still had a nagging feeling in my heart."

  Upon hearing the three words "Ye Shu Shu", Mo Qingchen subconsciously furrowed his brow.

  Qing Ge's song was so sharp, no longer teasing her as before, but instead swallowed a string of questions and asked: "Sister Qingchen, what's wrong with you? You don't look too good?"

  Mo Qingchen shook his head and said: "Nothing's wrong, I just got hurt by the air currents in the sky. After resting for a while, I'll be fine. By the way, can the Foundation Establishment Pill be sent out?"

  Duan Qing Ge supported Mo Qing Chen as they walked into the house, saying: "It's not that fast, first we need to register and check the items, according to convention, verify the quantity of each person. After that, we still need to fire up the furnace and refine the elixir, then decide on the distribution range based on the number of foundation-establishing elixirs produced. Some cultivators' collected spiritual herbs might not have been enough for a foundation-establishing elixir in the past, but if they're lucky and this time's production is high, it's possible they'll get one."

  "Qing Song Shi Jie, I feel like you know a lot." Mo Qingchen sighed.

  Duan Qing smiled and said, "What's so strange about that? During those three years when you were closed off in seclusion, I was often doing tasks and naturally heard a lot of information."

  Mo Qingchen listened and smiled bitterly, "I remember that in the past your cultivation was lower than mine, but over these few years you've completed so many tasks, yet your cultivation speed has actually surpassed mine. Your experience is also much broader now."

  Duan Qingge opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't say anything.

  Mo Qingchen didn't mind, who doesn't have their own secrets? This elegant and gentle senior sister must have her own unique place in cultivation that others can't ask about.

  After five or six days, under the nourishment of Dan medicine, Mo Qingchen's injuries recovered. Considering that staying at Duan Qingge's place was not a long-term plan, he bid farewell to Duan Qingge.

  Duan Qing Ge hesitated for a moment and said: "Junior sister, this time you fell from the magic tool, be more careful when you return."

  "I know." Mo Qingchu nodded and left with a wave of his hand, using the Wind Control Technique.

  As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he saw two female cultivators who were staying in the same courtyard staring blankly. Then one of them hastily raised her hand and a golden light shot up into the sky.

  Mo Qingchen gazed at the female cultivator with a hint of suspicion and asked in a cold tone, "Why did you send a transmission talisman as soon as you saw me?"