Who could make Cen Lizhui so...
For the first time in Sixth Elder Fei Ying's life at the Liuyun Sect, he had a puzzle more perplexing than "What to eat today".
No, he must go ask Lin Qing. This kid has been here for days, surely he's figured it out.
With a flick of his sleeve, Fei Ying vanished in the blink of an eye.
The crowd had long since dispersed, leaving only a mess behind, with shattered Life Fruits soaking in the sun-blocking shadows.
The tortoise shell in Lin Qing's hand trembled a few times and suddenly shattered.
The Life Fruit had been found... but unfortunately, it was no longer usable.
Ever since that "boiling water bath", Lin Qing had been recovering for a few days, and the Turtle Divination in his hand had detected the Life Fruit's presence.
After circling around, he didn't expect that when he finally found it, he could only watch with open eyes as the Life Fruit smashed to the ground.
Chen Muxue... He looked in the direction where a few people had left.
Why is it related to her every time?
Following the guidance of the Talisman Paper, Fei Ying arrived at the inn, seeing the disciples snoring away, his anger couldn't be contained.
"How was your sleep?" he asked softly in one disciple's ear.
"Mmm~ It's so comfortable without Master around!" the person stretched, planning to go back to sleep.
"Is that so? How comfortable?"
"So comfortable! That old monster Master, always running around for food, sets a schedule, we get up earlier than the chickens, oh, if only these days could last a little longer!" the person mumbled with eyes closed.
Hold on, why does this voice sound familiar?
The person suddenly opened his eyes, seeing his master's face magnified countless times right in front of him, he felt his heart skip a few beats.
He quickly closed his eyes: "Phew! How could I have such a terrifying dream?"
"Ow ow ow! Master, I was wrong!"
Fei Ying twisted the disciple's ear, lifting him up: "Where's your senior brother?"
"Senior brother mentioned having a clue about the Life Fruit a few days ago and went out, but he hasn't returned."
Fei Ying felt the veins on his forehead throbbing: "So you've just been sleeping here without even trying to find your senior brother or gather some intel?"
"Well... Senior brother didn't give any orders..."
"Even the Tracking Talisman was left with you, and you forgot to remind anyone?!"
The commotion woke the other disciples, who gathered here. They all silently lowered their heads, resembling quails.
These are my own disciples, my own disciples.
Fei Ying silently chanted a calming spell to himself.
In the tavern, with few customers, the greasy cook and the shopkeeper sat together chatting.
"This time, that broken-down Qian Ding Sect's Sect Leader probably won't fare well, huh?" the cook chuckled.
A glint flashed in the shopkeeper's eyes, and he sneered: "Don't you see why we're the only tavern in town!"
"Just a mere Foundation Establishment, flaunting everywhere. Back in the day, Qian Ding Sect was something, but now? It makes me laugh."
The shopkeeper wore a strategic grin, took a small sip: "Just now, with all that chaos outside, perhaps the Hidden Forest Hermit has already taken care of them. Quickly prepare some good food and wine to entertain him, it will please the owner."
The greasy cook stood up at these words: "That little girl thought she was something just because she's a cultivator, too bad, I can't see how the Hidden Forest Hermit deals with her!"
"It can't be worse than last time with those few people, the owner was really angry about the loss."
The cook displayed a sleazy smile: "That girl is really quite pretty, maybe the Hidden Forest Hermit will have some pity..."
The two wanted to continue chatting, but suddenly a commotion erupted in the main hall.