Xie Chuxue

At the same time, a desperate scream echoed clearly from the sky:

“Ahhh, Immortal—slow down! Slow down! We're going to crash—!!!”

“Bang!!!”

A world-shaking boom rang out.

The “meteor” crashed with pinpoint accuracy into the ground right next to Elder Zhao, forcefully carving out a deep crater.

In an instant, dust swirled and debris flew everywhere, but a warm, green wave of energy immediately suppressed the surrounding dust.

Luo Qingyu coughed repeatedly from the dust. Waving it away from her face, she widened her eyes and stared at the massive crater.

Inside the crater, a noble-looking young boy dressed in red had completely passed out. Meanwhile, a lazy young man slowly climbed out from the bottom of the pit. He patted the dust off his clothes, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on the nice weather:

“...Apologies, the brakes failed.”

Standing to the side, Luo Qingyu pointed at the person in the pit and couldn't help but sputter, “...Is this how everyone in the Changming Sect greets each other?”

Hearing this, Elder Zhou, who had a very low presence next to them, couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Elder Zhao stared at the deep crater before him, his beard flaring up to the heavens in sheer rage.

He pointed at the young man in white Daoist robes standing in the pit and cursed in deep anguish.

“Xie Chuxue! You little brat! A perfectly good plaza, and you just smashed a crater into it! Our Changming Sect is already so poor we can barely keep the pots boiling. Do you have any idea how many spirit stones it will cost to fill this pit?!”

Xie Chuxue, who had been called out, slowly climbed out of the pit. He brushed off the dust clinging to his body. His handsome face was a picture of innocence as he blinked, his tone light and airy.

“Huh? What? I didn't know.”

“You—!” Elder Zhao nearly choked on his own breath from anger.

Luo Qingyu stood nearby, completely dumbfounded.

She looked at the plaza with its massive crater, then at the innocent-looking young man in white inside it. Her mind was flooded with a frantic barrage of thoughts: This is Xie Chuxue?! The little martial uncle from the original novel who reincarnated countless times for the Changming Sect, carrying endless pain and despair?!

While Luo Qingyu was in the middle of her frantic brainstorming, she looked up in the direction from which Xie Chuxue had just crashed.

She noticed that besides Xie Chuxue, there was also a young boy lying sprawled out and unconscious at the bottom of the pit.

The boy wore an extremely eye-catching red outfit, the fabric embroidered with intricate patterns in dark thread. Even though he was currently covered in dirt and grime, it could not hide the natural noble aura radiating from him.

Luo Qingyu's eyes instantly lit up, and she gasped in her heart: This must be Mu Zhongxi!

“No way! How can this be?!”

Luo Qingyu's heart instantly turned cold. The hot blood that had been pumping with the grand ambition of “slacking off together with Ye Qiao” felt as if it had been blown by the cold wind of the Changming Sect, freezing directly into ice shards.

However, just as she was feeling utterly disappointed, she instinctively raised her head and couldn't help but glance at the young man in white inside the pit.

Xie Chuxue, at the bottom of the pit, happened to look up as well. His beautiful eyes were smiling as they stared right at her.

Their eyes met. For a moment, Luo Qingyu was completely dazed, her breath even skipping a beat. She couldn't help but blurt out, “So... so handsome!”

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt it wasn't quite accurate. After all, Xie Chuxue's face was so delicate that it transcended gender. Thus, she muttered in a low voice to correct herself, “No, actually, he's so beautiful...”

But soon, she shook her head frantically in her heart, forcing herself to do some mental preparation:

Standing beside her, Elder Zhao heard Luo Qingyu's quiet mutter loud and clear, and his lips couldn't help but twitch violently.

He sized up this little kid from head to toe—the one who had just blown up his sect's testing stone and was now swooning over his junior brother. He couldn't help but wonder in his heart: Was this child driven mad by the explosion of the testing stone just now?

“Ahem!” Elder Zhao cleared his throat, attempting to bring Luo Qingyu's drifting thoughts back.

He looked at Xie Chuxue, who was still smiling at the bottom of the pit, then at Mu Zhongxi, who had fainted nearby, and sighed helplessly.

“Alright, alright, stop staring! Xie Chuxue, hurry up and wake this little ancestor you brought back. And also, fill that crater up for me immediately!”

Hearing this, Xie Chuxue slowly stood up from the bottom of the pit and patted the dust off his white robes, still looking completely relaxed.

He glanced at Mu Zhongxi, whose eyes were rolled back, then crouched down. Extending a finger, he poked Mu Zhongxi's cheek, his tone light and airy: “Hey, little prince, wake up. We've arrived at the sect.”

Mu Zhongxi did not react at all.

Xie Chuxue wasn't annoyed either. He merely looked up with a smile at Elder Zhao and Luo Qingyu, a flash of mischief in his beautiful eyes. “Elder Zhao, this little prince is completely knocked out. Why don't... you try hitting him again, Elder?”

“You—!” Elder Zhao almost spat out a mouthful of blood from anger again.

Standing to the side and watching this chaotic scene, the corners of Luo Qingyu's lips couldn't help but curl up frantically.