Wen Qingxue’s eyes were filled with sincerity.
Lin Qianqian wore a look of mischievous delight at his misfortune.
Xu Xian suddenly felt a wave of heat, as if he were being roasted over a fire!
"Is that okay?" Wen Qingxue asked.
"She’s asking you," Lin Qianqian added.
"Fine, I’ll return them to you," Xu Xian replied.
[You have successfully transferred 30,000 merit points to Wen Qingxue.]
A trace of joy flickered across Wen Qingxue’s brow, clearing away the gloom. She spoke with a hint of playfulness, almost like she was acting spoiled.
"Thank you, Little Grand-Uncle. You’re such a good person."
Xu Xian waved his hand, feigning a carefree attitude.
"Remember, I won’t allow you to be so humble in the future."
The girl smiled sweetly.
She looked truly beautiful when she smiled. Thus, spending thirty thousand merit points to win a beauty's smile was worth it.
At least, that was how Xu Xian consoled himself.
Lin Qianqian spread her snow-white hands in front of Xu Xian, grinning without saying a word.
Xu Xian froze. "What?"
Lin Qianqian blinked her eyes cutely. "Where are mine?"
Xu Xian’s mouth twitched.
"Fine, here!"
[Xu Xian of Zhijian Peak has transferred 100,000 merit points to you.]
Lin Qianqian was startled and jumped up immediately. "So many?"
Wen Qingxue couldn't help but feel curious. "How many?"
"One hundred thousand."
Wen Qingxue’s mouth formed an 'O' shape. she looked at Xu Xian, then at Lin Qianqian.
Something was wrong, very wrong. There was definitely something going on between these two.
Lin Qianqian asked fiercely, "Why did you transfer so many to me?"
Xu Xian gave a wicked grin. "I'm supporting you!"
Lin Qianqian: "..."
It was confirmed; there was definitely a problem. Wen Qingxue tactfully stood up.
She looked around and made an excuse. "Uh, I have some things to do. I’ll take my leave. You two take your time chatting."
After Wen Qingxue left.
Lin Qianqian pursed her lips and complained, "It’s all your fault. Senior Sister Wen definitely got the wrong idea."
Xu Xian replied righteously, "What’s wrong with a brother spending some money on his sister? How could she get the wrong idea?"
Giving Xu Xian a reproachful look, Lin Qianqian said sharply:
"Hmph, I appreciate the thought, but I’m returning the merit points to you. I don’t want them."
"Just take them."
"No!"
"Then we’re unfriending each other."
"Fine, unfriend me then."
"..."
After much back and forth, Xu Xian managed to give her the merit points.
Truly.
In this world, girls who weren't greedy for your money were rare, but there were quite a few in the Wendao Sword Sect.
Lin Qianqian was one of them.
Xu Xian changed the subject and talked about other things.
Unlike his brief exchange with Ye Xianyu, Lin Qianqian was determined to get to the bottom of everything.
How did he survive back then?
Xu Xian said it was because he was fierce.
Was he scared at the time?
Xu Xian said his robes were barely even dusty, so what was there to fear!
How did he break through to the core formation stage in just two months?
Xu Xian said it must be his innate talent.
And then...
Lin Qianqian left.
Before leaving, she told Xu Xian that it would be best if he didn't go out for the next few days.
Xu Xian asked why.
Lin Qianqian said, "I’m afraid you’ll be beaten to death."
Xu Xian was speechless.
However.
Xu Xian was someone who had been good at taking advice since he was a child, so he really didn't leave his house that day.
During that time.
Zhang Yang came to visit him once and gave Xu Xian a big hug.
The two talked for a long while. Their conversation revolved around the same events.
In front of Zhang Yang, Xu Xian added a bit of rhetorical flair and spoke eloquently, making his story sound thrilling.
He described entering dangerous situations several times, only to escape by the skin of his teeth—a story full of ups and downs with constant twists.
In Zhang Yang's eyes, there was nothing but worship.
Afterward, Xu Xian took the initiative to ask Zhang Yang if he had participated in the mission.
Zhang Yang was honest and didn't hold back at all, directly stating that he had donated. He even reported the amount right down to the last digit.
Xu Xian finally realized the truth.
"I was wondering why the numbers were so specific. So it was you! Hey, not bad, you’ve got loyalty."
Zhang Yang scratched his head and gave a silly, honest laugh.
Xu Xian tested him. "How about I return the merit points to you?"
Zhang Yang politely declined. "No need, no need."
Xu Xian replied readily, "Fine, I’ll listen to you then. I won’t stand on ceremony."
Zhang Yang was stunned on the spot.
Xu Xian stood up and walked away.
After beating his chest in regret, Zhang Yang stood up and chased after him. "Brother Xian, how about you ask me one more time..."
Later.
At sunset.
Li Qingan came by, but he only stood outside the courtyard for a while before leaving.
That day, Xu Xian didn't go out again or do anything else. Instead, he took out the wine he had picked up from various storage bags earlier.
He drank alone until the middle of the night.
The next morning.
He first went to the Supervision Hall and found the person in charge.
He placed five storage bags on the table.
"These are the storage bags of Feng Shisan and the four others from the Yecheng Supervision Hall. They contain their belongings. Their bodies couldn't be found, so please pass these on to their families as a memento."
The Supervision Hall Elder cupped his fists and said, "Little Grand-Uncle is very thoughtful. Leave it to me. I thank the Little Grand-Uncle on their behalf."
"We’re all brothers. No need for that."
"Mhm!"
As he was leaving, Xu Xian suddenly said, "By the way, let me give the Supervision Hall a small suggestion."
"Please speak, Little Grand-Uncle."
"Five people in the core formation stage is a bit few for a branch hall; it’s not secure enough. I think it’s best to arrange for a nascent soul disciple to oversee things. Otherwise, by the time tragedy strikes, it’ll be too late to make amends."
The Elder looked troubled upon hearing this but still respectfully said, "I’ve noted it down. I will discuss it with the other Elders."
"I’m off."
"Take care, Little Grand-Uncle!"
Walking through the Wendao Sword Sect, it was inevitable to be recognized, and he naturally heard some rumors.
However, to Xu Xian’s surprise.
Everyone was speaking well of him.
There was very little mention of the fact that he had accepted a mission to find himself.
Moreover.
The expected verbal condemnation or being kept at a distance didn't happen.
People still greeted him enthusiastically. The calls of "Little Grand-Uncle" sounded exceptionally warm.
Furthermore.
The way they looked at him had changed.
It was no longer the envy from before.
Instead, it contained a hint of worship.
Xu Xian felt like a hero.
But he couldn't bring himself to be happy; instead, he felt a bit guilty.
He used to love diving into crowds, but today he deliberately avoided them.
He felt that what he had done was indeed not very honorable.
It would be a lie to say he didn't regret it, but it was absolutely impossible for him to return the points.
He had his own plans.
He lacked money.
A lot of money.
Leaving the Supervision Hall headquarters, Xu Xian went to Falling Cloud Peak. He had intended to find Nangong Ning, but was told she was out.
So he wandered around and eventually found Song Qingshu’s master, returning Song Qingshu’s storage bag to her.
Song Qingshu’s master was a woman of high cultivation.
Yet she still clutched Song Qingshu’s storage bag and wept loudly.
It almost made Xu Xian want to cry as well.
What a fine young man he had been.
Gentle, well-mannered, kind-hearted, and always ready to help others.
What a pity.
A true pity.
He quietly left Falling Cloud Peak. The feeling of delivering belongings to family members was truly unpleasant.
Xu Xian hated it.
But this was the only thing he could do for them.
Finally.
Xu Xian arrived at Zhujian Peak. Led by Zhang Yang, he found Ruan Zhong’s master.
The number one master forger of the Wendao Sword Sect, Ruan Hao.
He was an old man with graying hair at the temples, but he had a burly build and eyes that burned like fire.
He was also a powerhouse at the peak of the great ascension stage.
He took the storage bag and uttered only four words.
"Was my disciple brave?"
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