The sudden windfall left Jian Xingzhi completely dazed. Seeing he didn’t respond, Qin Wanwan turned her head to look at him: “Master?”

“Oh,” Jian Xingzhi came back to his senses. He nodded and recovered: “I’m fine now. Nothing’s wrong.”

“What about your consciousness sea?” Qin Wanwan raised her hand and wiped her neck—the wound instantly disappeared without a trace. She turned around, looking at Jian Xingzhi’s expression with considerable worry.

Jian Xingzhi waved his hand: “I’ll meditate and recuperate for a bit.”

With that, Jian Xingzhi stood up, walked around the rock to a rather spacious area, raised his hand to draw a formation array, then closed his eyes and began concentrating his spirit.

Seeing Jian Xingzhi meditating, Qin Wanwan sat down to guard and protect him while surveying the surroundings.

Shen Zhiming had jumped down from here, but now his whereabouts were unknown. She also didn’t know how Nameless had provoked Shen Zhiming to make him so desperate to kill him.

After Qin Wanwan pondered for a while, once Jian Xingzhi stabilized slightly and his heart calmed down, he remembered Qin Wanwan’s earlier words and asked her: “You said what you saw was Xie Gutang?”

“Ah?”

Hearing Jian Xingzhi’s inquiry, Qin Wanwan nodded: “Probably.”

“How did you figure it out?”

“Just now, when he blocked in front of me to shield me from the sword,” Qin Wanwan recalled that moment and couldn’t help sighing, “I felt he was that sword cultivator shadow in my heart. And he was willing to risk his life for me—I was moved by him.”

Jian Xingzhi said nothing. Qin Wanwan turned to look at him: “Master, what do you think?”

“We disciples of Supreme Extreme Sect,” Jian Xingzhi replied with a non sequitur, “there’s nothing we can’t accomplish.”

Qin Wanwan: “???”

Why couldn’t she understand what Jian Xingzhi was saying?

“Master,” Qin Wanwan pursued the question, “what do you mean by that?”

“Don’t talk. I need to meditate.”

Jian Xingzhi refused to answer. Qin Wanwan couldn’t ask further and could only continue guarding him.

Meanwhile, Jian Xingzhi was communicating with 666 in his mind: “If we specifically want to work on Xie Gutang’s route, do you have any methods?”

“Master, Xie Gutang’s favorability is only 46…” 666 reminded him.

40 to 60 was just the appreciation phase. Even Nameless’s score was almost higher than this.

Jian Xingzhi looked coldly at 666: “I’m asking you to think of a solution, not asking whether it’s possible.”

Hearing this, 666 trembled. She nodded frantically: “I’ll think, I’ll think right away!”

As 666 spoke, she began frantically running programs. After a while, she solemnly made a suggestion: “Host, Xie Gutang and you are both sword cultivators. The courtship methods are similar. Just follow your own aesthetics—as long as you can court yourself, winning over Xie Gutang will be just a matter of time!”

“That makes sense.”

Jian Xingzhi nodded: “If she becomes the kind of woman I like, how could Xie Gutang not like her?”

Having figured this out, Jian Xingzhi felt he had solved a major problem for Qin Wanwan. He finally calmed down and, in high spirits, entered meditation to repair his consciousness sea.

After waiting one night, Jian Xingzhi had recovered almost completely. He opened his eyes to see Qin Wanwan sitting to one side dozing. He poked her with his sword and called: “Get up.”

Qin Wanwan jerked awake. After reacting for a moment, she let out a breath: “Master, can you be a bit gentler?”

“I’m not gentle enough?” Jian Xingzhi looked at her sideways. “In the past, my master would kick me in the face with one foot. Would he let you sleep?”

Qin Wanwan was convinced. Jian Xingzhi extended his hand. She used his hand to stand up and patted the dust off her bottom: “Master, is your consciousness sea repaired?”

“More or less. I really can’t be reckless anymore.”

Jian Xingzhi had a sense of measure. Leading Qin Wanwan: “Let’s go. We’re going to Desolate City.”

There was only one path in the mountain gorge. Jian Xingzhi didn’t hesitate and led Qin Wanwan toward Desolate City’s direction.

As Jian Xingzhi walked, he pondered and told Qin Wanwan: “Your master thought about it all night. You wanting to court Xie Gutang isn’t impossible, but I must tell you how difficult this is.”

“How… how difficult?”

Qin Wanwan was frightened by Jian Xingzhi. Jian Xingzhi turned to look at her: “You’ve been with Xie Gutang for quite a while. Your master has created opportunities for you many times, but up to now, his favorability toward you is still only 46—not even as high as that Nameless. This shows you’re not his type.”

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan’s first reaction was: “Impossible. He even blocked a sword for me.”

“Sword cultivators value promises. He promised me.”

Jian Xingzhi reminded her. Qin Wanwan thought again: “He brought me food in the middle of the night!”

“He went to my tent first, discovered I wasn’t there, then came to find you,” Jian Xingzhi said, not forgetting to add insult to injury. “He also brought some to Nanfeng.”

“He…” Qin Wanwan recalled at Jian Xingzhi’s coffin in Ghost City, how Xie Gutang had looked at her with such deep affection. “Before, in front of your coffin, the way he looked at me was especially affectionate. I felt he was my Jack, and I was…”

“Whatever Jack or not Jack doesn’t matter,” Jian Xingzhi interrupted her, not wanting to let her have illusions. “46 is 46. There’s nothing wrong with admitting it. Master already said, there’s nothing we Supreme Extreme Sect disciples can’t accomplish. I already thought it through for you last night. If the score won’t go up, it proves he doesn’t like your type. So we’ll become the type he likes! Pursuing someone requires determination. Understand?”

Qin Wanwan didn’t speak. For some reason, she suddenly felt a bit calm.

That shadow didn’t seem to match anymore either.

“Don’t be afraid. Master has a plan.”

Seeing her silence, Jian Xingzhi comforted her.

Hearing Jian Xingzhi’s tone, Qin Wanwan was somewhat afraid: “What plan?”

“Xie Gutang and I are both sword cultivators,” Jian Xingzhi was very confident. “I understand sword cultivators very well. I guarantee I’ll make you the woman sword cultivators love most.”

“Then…” Qin Wanwan was confused. “What kind of woman do you all love most?”

“When we choose Dao companions, the first criterion is strength.”

“Str… strength?”

Qin Wanwan couldn’t quite process this. Jian Xingzhi nodded: “That’s right. If a woman could beat me, I think maybe I would be moved.”

No wonder you’re still single…

This was Qin Wanwan’s first thought, but she immediately felt something was wrong: “So you mean…”

“I’m going to give you special training,” Jian Xingzhi turned to look at her. “I’ll teach you an advanced sword technique specifically targeting Xie Gutang. Defeat him.”

Qin Wanwan was shocked. Jian Xingzhi turned back and scanned her up and down: “Your injuries have healed, right?”

“Not yet.”

Qin Wanwan immediately denied it. Jian Xingzhi nodded: “Looks like they’ve healed. There’s no time like the present.” Jian Xingzhi suddenly drew his sword. “Come on. Master will teach you!”

With that, Jian Xingzhi raised his hand and attacked with one sword. Qin Wanwan gasped, then drew her sword to block, urgently speaking: “Master, forget it! I can’t beat Xie Gutang!”

“Don’t boost others’ ambitions. Just a mere Xie Gutang—how could my disciple not beat him?”

As Jian Xingzhi spoke, he thrust toward Qin Wanwan’s face. Qin Wanwan mustered all her strength to dodge quickly, hearing Jian Xingzhi speak: “Liking someone is like cultivating the Dao. Since you like them, you must be firm and unwavering, fearless of hardships, pressing forward courageously. Don’t dodge—take the sword! Can you feel the force of this move?”

Jian Xingzhi gripped his sword in reverse and pressed it against Qin Wanwan’s sword. Qin Wanwan was pressed against the wall by him. The two were extremely close. Jian Xingzhi stared at her: “This is a move Xie Gutang habitually uses. The second sword I just used can break it. Come.”

Jian Xingzhi’s sword was very steady. Qin Wanwan’s hands were trembling. At Jian Xingzhi’s reminder, she instantly reacted. With a sidestep, her long sword spun several times in her hand along the blade edge, then she turned and attacked Jian Xingzhi.

Jian Xingzhi used his long sword like a short blade, trapping Qin Wanwan’s sword in an extremely small range. After quickly exchanging several moves, Jian Xingzhi followed the force and twisted Qin Wanwan’s hand behind her back, then pressed her to the ground, reminding her again: “This is the second form of Xie Gutang’s swordsmanship. The third sword I used earlier can break it.”

“Master, I choose to give up…”

“Supreme Extreme Sect doesn’t accept giving up.”

Jian Xingzhi pressed harder: “Get up!”

Qin Wanwan knew Jian Xingzhi’s temperament—talking was useless. And with her parents on her mind, she also wanted to learn more skills. So she said no more and gritted her teeth to get up again.

The two chased and fought at the bottom of the cliff, flashing blades and swords. After fighting for most of the day, Qin Wanwan’s ear ornament lit up, then she heard Xie Gutang’s voice: “Wanwan, can you hear me?”

Qin Wanwan was distracted for a moment and immediately had Jian Xingzhi’s sword pressed horizontally against her neck, pushing her against the wall. She glanced at Jian Xingzhi and urgently spoke: “Elder Brother Xie, have you reached Desolate City?”

Hearing Qin Wanwan speak, Jian Xingzhi decisively touched her ear ornament. Xie Gutang’s voice broadcast from the ornament: “Yes, we’ve already reached Desolate City. The Ning family has received us and settled us in, and Nameless is also settled.”

As soon as Xie Gutang started speaking, Jian Xingzhi’s sword slashed over. Qin Wanwan barely dodged while hearing Xie Gutang describe their situation: “I tried contacting you before but got no response. I could only rely on Nanfeng sensing that you hadn’t encountered danger. How are you and Senior doing?”

“I…”

Before she finished speaking, Jian Xingzhi’s sword stabbed into the wall, pursuing with sparks flashing all the way. Qin Wanwan urgently spoke: “We’re fine! On our way back!”

“Are you alright?” Hearing Qin Wanwan’s voice, Xie Gutang was quite worried. “I hear it seems like you’re fighting someone?”

“Ask him how to handle this move?”

Jian Xingzhi spoke directly. While dodging Jian Xingzhi’s sword techniques, Qin Wanwan responded to Xie Gutang: “My… my master is teaching me sword moves. Elder Brother Xie, do you know how to counter the thirty-second form of Horizontally Crossing Autumn Waters after the upward thrust variation?”

Xie Gutang hadn’t expected Qin Wanwan to ask this. After being stunned for a moment, he obviously became enthusiastic, restraining his slight excitement: “Senior actually knows this? Try Bright Moon Overhead downward pressure.”

Most of these sword cultivators tried their best to study various schools’ sword techniques. As soon as these sword techniques were named, they knew what they were.

Jian Xingzhi didn’t deliberately use immortal realm sword techniques—what he used were all techniques Xie Gutang recognized.

Though they were ordinary moves, when chained together, they were extraordinary. Xie Gutang quickly realized the opponent’s strength and was extremely excited.

On Jian Xingzhi’s side, he fed moves while on the other side, Xie Gutang listened to Qin Wanwan’s descriptions and gave her advice. After fighting for two hours straight, Xie Gutang was unwilling to cut the connection. Even when Nanfeng came in to call him for dinner, he insisted on not disconnecting.

Jian Xingzhi also became more and more excited as they fought. Only poor Qin Wanwan was caught in the middle between them, exhausted in body and mind.

By midnight, Qin Wanwan was finally tired. After being slapped to the ground by Jian Xingzhi’s sword, she started acting shamelessly.

“I can’t fight anymore,” Qin Wanwan lay prone on the ground. “Let’s stop here.”

“Al… alright.”

Xie Gutang was obviously still unsatisfied. He proactively spoke: “Miss Qin, when is your next practice session with Senior? Do you still need my help?”

Qin Wanwan: “…”

As soon as Xie Gutang finished speaking, Jian Xingzhi’s side dinged with 5 points.

“Tell him you really need his help and will definitely contact him next time.”

Jian Xingzhi glanced at the points and poked Qin Wanwan with his sword, teaching her what to say.

Qin Wanwan didn’t want to speak at all. Jian Xingzhi poked again. She could only sniffle, speaking pitifully: “Thank you, Elder Brother Xie. Next time my master beats me, I’ll definitely call you.”

“Senior is giving guidance,” hearing Qin Wanwan speak ill of Jian Xingzhi, Xie Gutang hurried to explain for him. “It’s also for your own good. I wish I had a master like Senior.”

Qin Wanwan: “…”

Shut up, you damn sword cultivator.

“I’m tired,” Qin Wanwan spoke wearily. “Going to rest. Goodbye, Elder Brother Xie.”

After Qin Wanwan finished speaking, the spell seal on her ear ornament dimmed.

Jian Xingzhi squatted down and tilted his head to look at her: “See what I told you? Sword cultivators’ aesthetics are all similar. Listen to me and you can’t go wrong. He’ll definitely contact you proactively tomorrow.”

“Master…” Qin Wanwan lay on the ground, somewhat sad. “I can’t love anymore.”

“Although the process is very difficult,” hearing this, Jian Xingzhi felt very satisfied in his heart. He raised his hand and patted Qin Wanwan’s shoulder. “But when you like someone, you must persist.”

Qin Wanwan didn’t speak.

Seeing her start acting lazy while lying down again, just like in the desert with the same lazy appearance, Jian Xingzhi grabbed her with one hand, hoisted her over his shoulder, and walked forward: “Come on. This mountain gorge looks suspicious. We can’t stay long. Let’s continue forward.”

The two walked forward for half the night. Before dawn, Qin Wanwan, beaten all over and exhausted, followed behind Jian Xingzhi. As they walked, her ear ornament lit up. Then Qin Wanwan heard Xie Gutang’s gentle voice by her ear: “Wanwan, are you well-rested?”

“Elder Brother Xie?”

Qin Wanwan was somewhat surprised. Jian Xingzhi, holding his sword, glanced to the side and touched the ear ornament to start listening to Xie Gutang and Qin Wanwan chat: “This morning during sword practice, thinking of yesterday when Senior connected Sky-Soaring Sun with Autumn Waters Beauty, I don’t know how to resolve it. I wanted to ask if you’ve rested well, Wanwan? When will Senior practice swords with you again?”

“Right now.”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t hesitate and immediately attacked with his sword.

Qin Wanwan gasped. Her aching bones were still aching, but Jian Xingzhi showed no mercy. She could only be chased and beaten by Jian Xingzhi again.

“Not practicing!”

Qin Wanwan spoke in panic: “We’re rushing on our way. Not practicing!”

“But listening to your voice, it doesn’t seem like…”

“Not talking anymore!” Qin Wanwan directly cut the connection. “I’m running away.”

“Beicheng!” Seeing Qin Wanwan start running directly, Jian Xingzhi immediately chased after her. “Don’t run! You still need to beat Xie Gutang!”

“We’ll fight another day!” Qin Wanwan ran ahead with full concentration, creating afterimages. “I’m still hurting now!”

“Working on romantic routes requires seizing time,” Jian Xingzhi was frustrated at her lack of progress. “Late points have no value!”

“You call this working on romantic routes?!” Qin Wanwan didn’t look back. “You’re working lines! I’m not doing this romantic route anymore! Let’s rest first!”

Qin Wanwan wanted to run. How could Jian Xingzhi let her? With a toe tap, he reached higher ground, stepping on tall and short stone pillars as he quickly chased Qin Wanwan.

Watching Qin Wanwan plunge into a cave, Jian Xingzhi raised his hand and threw his sword hilt, immediately knocking Qin Wanwan flat on her face.

He jumped to Qin Wanwan’s side and grabbed her collar, pulling her up: “Master tells you to study, and you still run. Rebel…”

The word “rebellious disciple” was right on his lips when Jian Xingzhi suddenly sensed something wrong. He raised his head to see before them was an enormous cave—or rather, it wasn’t quite a cave. It seemed to be an altar built inside the cave. A circular smooth floor, arched ceiling, with twelve passages ahead. The passages were pitch black—you couldn’t tell what lay beyond.

“Twelve Gates of Life and Death?”

Qin Wanwan blurted out. She had only seen this thing in ancient texts. It was often built at the entrance to great cultivators’ tombs—twelve gates, only one correct, the others all death traps concealing deadly dangers.

Tombs that required Twelve Gates of Life and Death were often no ordinary tombs.

Jian Xingzhi released Qin Wanwan and stood up. Qin Wanwan also straightened. Reason advised: “One in twelve chance. Forget it. Let’s go back.”

As she spoke, she wanted to leave. But when she turned around, she discovered the path they had come from had disappeared.

“We’ve already entered the tomb.”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t turn back. He looked at the gates and explained to Qin Wanwan: “We can only choose one path out.”

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan was stunned. She turned back to look at those twelve passages, frowning: “Master, have… have you seen this thing before?”

“I have.” Jian Xingzhi spoke calmly. “Years ago, I went to an ancient tomb to snatch treasures and entered with over a hundred cultivators.”

“What happened then?”

Qin Wanwan instinctively asked. Jian Xingzhi turned to look at her: “Only I survived.”

Qin Wanwan made no sound. Jian Xingzhi raised an eyebrow: “So now you know why Master often beats you? I don’t beat you hard enough,” Jian Xingzhi walked forward. “I’m afraid you’ll become one of those ninety-nine.”

With that, he crouched down, facing the passages, and raised his hand to the ground.

He released his divine sense. Qin Wanwan also simultaneously released her divine sense. After the two cautiously probed for a moment, they discovered barriers were set here—they couldn’t spy anything.

These twelve gates were purely a matter of luck.

After the two were silent for a moment, Jian Xingzhi spoke first: “You wait here. I’ll go look. If there’s no problem, I’ll come back for you.”

“Not necessary yet,” Qin Wanwan stopped him. “I don’t believe they set this up without any pattern.”

As Qin Wanwan spoke, she turned to start observing the surroundings. As she looked around, Jian Xingzhi saw by the left gate a woman standing there abruptly.

She looked somewhat familiar, wearing a rouge-colored long dress, her hair in a married woman’s coiffure, holding a glazed lamp, looking gently at Jian Xingzhi.

“Mas…”

Qin Wanwan turned her head and all words stopped on her lips. She stared blankly at that woman, seeing the woman’s entire gaze fixed on Jian Xingzhi, her eyes carrying gentleness and cherishing, as if reunited after a long separation.

Jian Xingzhi frowned. He felt she was very familiar, with not the slightest malicious intent. The woman turned slightly to the side, raised her hand, and used the lamp to point toward the passage. The lamp’s soft light illuminated the path. She gently nodded toward Jian Xingzhi.

“Is she telling us to go this way?”

Qin Wanwan understood the woman’s meaning and turned to look at Jian Xingzhi.

Jian Xingzhi stared at the woman’s face for a long time before softly acknowledging: “Mm.”

With that, he stepped forward. Qin Wanwan caught up. As Jian Xingzhi passed by the woman, she kept watching him. Jian Xingzhi led Qin Wanwan into the long passage. After walking several steps, he turned back to see the entrance empty—there was nothing there anymore.

Qin Wanwan was somewhat afraid. She couldn’t help gripping Jian Xingzhi’s sleeve tightly: “Master…”

Jian Xingzhi knew she was timid and always afraid of these things. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, telling her: “This is an obsession. Don’t be afraid.”

“Obsession?”

Qin Wanwan was curious. Jian Xingzhi’s expression wasn’t good. He explained: “When people die, if their attachment is too strong, they leave behind an obsession. Over time, obsessions transform into spiritual remnants. When they encounter what they were attached to, they appear.”

“You mean?”

Qin Wanwan looked up in surprise. Jian Xingzhi acknowledged: “Mm. Her obsession is either you or me.”

Hearing this, Qin Wanwan was somewhat startled. She integrated all the information she knew and had a thought: “Master, actually, us coming here isn’t coincidence, right?”

“Where in this world is there coincidence?”

Jian Xingzhi pulled her along, speaking plainly: “There’s only inevitability that seems like coincidence because cause and effect are separated by too great a distance.”

“That woman was staring at you just now. She came for you.”

Qin Wanwan pondered: “Tell me, do you have some karmic connection with her?”

Jian Xingzhi didn’t respond. He felt Qin Wanwan had a point.

Qin Wanwan’s imagination ran wild: “According to story books, a woman’s obsessions are varied, but when it involves a man, the most likely is romantic debts. Master,” Qin Wanwan was somewhat worried, “could you have wronged someone in a past life, making them wait here for you for hundreds of years, and when you come, they still hold a lamp for you? You’re not a scumbag, are you?”

“Nonsense.”

Jian Xingzhi immediately refuted: “Even if it was a past life, I didn’t have time to do that sort of thing!”

“Hard to say.” The more Qin Wanwan thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. “Past life and this life are two different people. Think about it—Lin Yanzhi looks so much like you. What if he’s your past life? Can you imagine your past life having even statues hold books?”

He couldn’t.

Jian Xingzhi couldn’t quite process this for a moment and actually thought what Qin Wanwan said was possible.

“But if I was a scumbag who wronged her,” Jian Xingzhi argued, “why would she still point the way for us?”

“What if this path has a trap?”

“Can’t you sense if there’s a trap?” Jian Xingzhi became more and more reasonable. “We’ve walked more than halfway and we’re still fine. What trap could there be?”

Qin Wanwan couldn’t answer. As the two talked, they reached the end of the path to find no passage ahead. After scanning around, they discovered the door was above.

“It’s a secret passage.”

Qin Wanwan confirmed. Without a word, Jian Xingzhi tapped his toe and leaped to the high place: “Let’s go.”

With that, he pushed open the cover above his head and poked his head out to look around. Finding it was a bedroom and currently nighttime with no lights, Jian Xingzhi surveyed the surroundings. After confirming safety, he turned and beckoned to Qin Wanwan, then jumped out.

Qin Wanwan quickly followed, climbing out of the tunnel to arrive at the bedroom together.

The two didn’t dare speak. Jian Xingzhi gently replaced the floor-tile-like cover and the two tiptoed toward the exit together.

This bedroom was extremely large. The windows weren’t closed—cold wind poured in through the window openings, making it feel exceptionally eerie. Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan swept the room with their divine sense and sensed someone lying on the bed.

He seemed to be sleeping. The two didn’t dare make a sound. Qin Wanwan hid behind Jian Xingzhi as the two shuffled toward the door together.

After shuffling two steps, they heard someone opening the door. The two immediately hid behind a flower stand to see a young woman enter carrying a medicine bowl, speaking respectfully: “Old Ancestor, it’s time to take your medicine.”

Old Ancestor!

Anyone who could receive this level of address was no ordinary person.

Qin Wanwan and Jian Xingzhi exchanged a glance. Qin Wanwan raised both hands to cover her nose and mouth.

Jian Xingzhi rolled his eyes, disdaining her lack of courage.

As the two hid, the young woman knelt for a moment. Seeing no response, she was somewhat puzzled: “Old Ancestor?”

The person on the bed still didn’t respond. The young woman frowned, stood up carrying the medicine, and stepped forward.

As soon as she pulled back the blanket, she screamed, then stumbled out running.

Jian Xingzhi and Qin Wanwan exchanged a glance and quickly ran out from behind the flower stand, rushing to the bed to see an old man lying there. He was already emaciated beyond recognition, skin and bones. At this moment, he was convulsing madly on the bed, his belly swollen enormously, looking as if something inside was rolling around.

His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at the bed canopy, calling out a person’s name—it sounded vaguely like “Huihe.”

“Master,” Qin Wanwan looked at this scene and spoke somewhat desperately, “you probably really were a scumbag in your past life.”

This situation clearly looked like a trap!

In a moment, a batch of people would definitely rush out pointing at them: “It’s you all who want to murder our XXX!”

“Stop talking nonsense,” Jian Xingzhi was first to react. He raised his hand and placed a spell on the old man’s belly that seemed about to explode, only saying, “Help slay the evil!”

Qin Wanwan sighed. Hearing footsteps outside, she no longer resisted. Jian Xingzhi applied spiritual power to the old man’s belly. The thing inside sensed someone suppressing it and began fighting back fiercely.

Jian Xingzhi coldly pressed his hand down inch by inch. The footsteps outside grew louder and louder. Just as someone opened the door, the old man suddenly opened his mouth wide, screaming as he vomited out a mass of black qi.

The black qi rushed toward the door. Qin Wanwan’s sword was faster—she leaped up and directly slashed the black qi to pieces, bringing her sword down with a “clang” before the door.

The old man’s eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Qin Wanwan knelt on one knee on the ground, looking at the person before her, slowly raising her head.

She saw a handsome face looking down at her. He coughed lightly twice, covering his mouth with a handkerchief: “Miss Qin,” he said, then raised his head to look at Jian Xingzhi. “Daojun Jian, it’s been a while.”

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**Author’s Note:**

Coming back to find everyone arguing—since this story was originally written to lighten my mood and I hope everyone can enjoy reading it happily, in the past I basically never proactively deleted comments. This time I deleted comments that might cause controversy, and I apologize to everyone whose comments were deleted. I also sent red envelopes to friends whose comments were deleted—I hope you’ll understand.

Thank you all for your companionship. *Bows.* The world already has too many places for arguments. Under this silly story, let’s just post more “hahahahaha.”

[Mini Theater 1]

Qin Wanwan: “I like sword cultivators, like Xie Gutang. I think they’re really good.”

Jian Xingzhi: “Oh, then I’ll show you what kind of dogs sword cultivators are.”

[Mini Theater 2]

Before—

Xie Gutang never called unless necessary.

Now—

Xie Gutang every day: “Wanwan, are you awake? Are you in class? Can I come audit?”

Qin Wanwan: “Do you love me or my master?”

Xie Gutang: “I love the sword.”

Qin Wanwan: “Dog sword cultivators all go die!!!”