Since Xuan Yi was injured and unable to walk, Baize Dijun had instructed his disciples to take turns escorting her to and from class each day. Compared to Gu Ting who constantly lectured, Tai Yao who only knew how to smile and exchange pleasantries, and those senior brothers whose words were tasteless, Shao Yi definitely made her happier.

Shao Yi slowly took a sip of tea when he suddenly noticed something. Looking under the ice table, he saw a lump of Ten-Perfection Tonic Soup frozen into an ice block stuck to the underside of the table surface.

“What’s this?” He raised his head to look at her.

Xuan Yi’s expression didn’t change: “It’s the heartfelt consideration of Gu Ting shixiong and Zhi Xi shijie. Shao Yi shixiong, be careful not to damage it.”

Shao Yi smiled speechlessly: “You froze their heartfelt consideration into an ice lump?”

The immortal servant who had been carefully standing guard to the side shouted as if discovering some huge secret: “Ah! The Ten-Perfection Tonic Soup!”

Xuan Yi smiled at him, her gaze somewhat sinister: “Immortal servant, what should I do? My secret has been discovered.”

The little immortal servant retreated several steps in alarm, stammering: “Wh-what are you going to do…”

Xuan Yi carefully examined his eyebrows, nose, and eyes, looking especially serious and quite murderously: “I’ll count to three. If you don’t leave, I’ll cut out your tongue to save it from spreading gossip everywhere. One, two…”

The little immortal servant burst into tears with a “wah,” turned around and ran, crying and shouting all the way out of Ice Snow Hall.

Xuan Yi laughed so hard that the gold rings in her hair loosened. While using her hand to secure them, she turned around to see Shao Yi gently stroke the ice block. In just the blink of an eye, the ice lump of Ten-Perfection Tonic Soup was burned to black ash, falling piece by piece onto the snow.

“I helped destroy the evidence.” He winked at her mischievously.

Xuan Yi picked up a piece of Hundred Herbs Mint Cake that she didn’t like to eat herself and respectfully handed it to him: “Thank you, Shao Yi shixiong.”

He seemed not to notice at all, took it and stuffed it in his mouth, while casually asking: “How are your injuries? Still bleeding?”

“Much better.” She answered quite perfunctorily, lightly brushing off the crumbs on her hand.

Shao Yi stood up with a smile and swept her up horizontally, walking slowly toward Hede Hall while saying leisurely: “They should be healing faster than this.”

Xuan Yi couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. To be honest, her injuries were indeed healing much faster than she had imagined. Qi Nan said it would take thirty years to fully recover, but now only three months had passed and the wounds had already begun to grow new flesh, faintly showing a trend of complete healing. This was almost an impossible miracle.

“Why?” She glanced at him and asked.

Shao Yi tilted his head and thought: “Because so much of Gu Ting shixiong and Zhi Xi shijie’s heartfelt consideration has been consumed.”

That soup being useful would be seeing ghosts. Xuan Yi leaned against his chest and began using white snow to pinch flowers again.

Different from the ink fragrance on Tai Yao, and different from the grass and flower scent on Gu Ting, Shao Yi carried a sweet and delicious aroma, so much so that she suspected he had stuffed cakes into his sleeves.

Xuan Yi grabbed his sleeve and peered inside. It was completely empty, and she was immediately greatly disappointed.

“This little loach is really heavy and likes to move around too.” Shao Yi walked while gently complaining, lifting her up a bit.

Calling her heavy again. This time Xuan Yi didn’t even lift her eyelids and said flatly: “Shao Yi shixiong is somewhat delicate. You need to consider strengthening your body.”

Being accused of being “delicate” for the second time by her, Shao Yi was immediately caught between laughter and tears: “That mouth of yours, really.”

Xuan Yi still ignored him, lowering her head to pinch flowers.

Her two feet hung by his arms, slender and petite. The evening glow-colored camellias on her hem swayed gracefully, the gold rings dotting her fluffy long hair glinted brightly, and her lustrous jade porcelain-like cheeks needed not a trace of powder and rouge to have their own vivid color.

Truly pleasing to the eye. Unfortunately, he had no intention of hooking this little Zhuyin Clan loach.

Shao Yi sighed with regret when suddenly he heard a clear chirping sound from the distance. Soon a small, exquisite kingfisher with an entirely azure blue body came fluttering over, lightly and gracefully circling him while singing. A copper ring was tied to its thin legs, containing a piece of soft white silk folded countless times.

As soon as he drew it out, the white silk unfurled like flowing water. Its colors were brilliant—it actually depicted a goddess in magnificent feathered robes, with cloudy hair and misty coiffure, extremely enchanting.

Below the painting was a line of beautifully written poetry: “That frivolous youth, will not speak with me. Because of you, I cannot eat.”

Shao Yi stared at the goddess in the painting for a long time and sighed deeply: “Unfortunately the Eastern Sea is too far away, and it’s also somewhat tiresome.”

“Is that the Eastern Sea Dragon Deity’s eldest princess who’s renowned for surpassing all beauties?” Xuan Yi asked curiously.

Shao Yi smiled mischievously and tucked the white silk into his bosom: “Last time I told you to look and you wouldn’t look. Now you can’t see it anymore.”

She hadn’t expected he had actually won over the Eastern Sea Dragon Deity’s eldest princess.

Xuan Yi rarely showed an expression of admiration and spoke sincerely: “Shao Yi shixiong, you’re truly impressive.”

Fu Luo and Yan Xia had made a complete mess fighting over him. One had her engagement broken off, the other glumly descended to the lower realm to resolve karmic ties, yet he was in the lower realm enjoying romantic pleasures with female demons. Not only that, even the Eastern Sea’s eldest princess was head over heels for him.

Three words: extraordinary.

Shao Yi smiled until his eyes narrowed, saying gently: “I’ll take that as you praising me. Little loach, you flatter me excessively.”

With that, he gently placed her on the cushion. Hede Hall had been reached. He looked around and suddenly said oddly: “Why isn’t Fucang shidi here?”

Xuan Yi shook her head blankly and opened her booklet on her own.

She didn’t know what Fucang was specifically doing. He hadn’t been coming to class. According to what Gu Ting and the others said, apparently this time in the lower realm had given him some breakthrough in sword dao, so he had requested leave for a period of time. It was truly wonderful that he wasn’t here—she didn’t know how happy she’d been this past month.

Soon Baize Dijun arrived. Before she hadn’t heard his lectures, Xuan Yi had been somewhat looking forward to them. Since listening to his classes, she only felt drowsy.

From start to finish he just took the things in that booklet and recited them forward and backward—it was simply boring to the extreme. Needless to say, he was definitely doing it deliberately. Once the disciples’ patience reached its limit, he would then bring out the fine-sounding excuse of “completing homework” to have them willingly run errands for him as laborers.

She now felt she would rather be a laborer—that would be somewhat more interesting at least.

Xuan Yi used her sleeve to suppress a yawn and looked around listlessly. Most of the disciples in Hede Hall were obviously drowsy like her. Only Tai Yao, Zhi Xi, Gu Ting and a few others listened to class as attentively as always. Shao Yi… Shao Yi was lowering his head constantly writing something.

Would he be this diligent?

Xuan Yi quietly stretched her neck and glanced at his low table—he was actually drawing. The white-sketch beauty on the white paper already had distinct outlines, with a jewel pendant on the forehead, wide sleeves and long robes, leaning against a tall tower holding peach blossoms in a melancholy pose.

So he was drawing himself.

Shao Yi slowly outlined the last peach blossom petal, put down the brush, and without raising his head, said softly: “Little loach, does the painting look like me?”

More than just similar—it simply displayed his affectedly sentimental romantic air to perfection.

Xuan Yi nodded: “It does.”

Shao Yi furrowed his brows in distress: “What should I write? ‘The reeds are luxuriant, the white dew turns to frost’? ‘There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful’?”

Xuan Yi couldn’t help but laugh with a “chi” sound.

Shao Yi wrote while saying slowly: “Don’t laugh. You’ll have this day too. Heaven and earth divide into yin and yang, silk creepers attach to tall trees. The good times are so long—who would truly like being all alone? Maybe when the time comes, you’ll be ten thousand times more mushy. Mm, with little loach’s beauty, once you grow up a bit more, subjects at your feet will probably be like crucian carp crossing the river. When that time comes, let’s see if you still laugh.”

Xuan Yi twirled the brush in her hand, involuntarily imagining countless divine lords prostrating at her feet. Gu Ting, Tai Yao, Fucang, Shao Yi all kneeling by her legs, hugging her thighs begging her to smile once.

As a result, she laughed even louder.

Baize Dijun’s voice reading suddenly stopped. This startled the drowsy disciples, and everyone turned their gazes toward Xuan Yi.

“Why are you laughing?” Baize Dijun asked.