Whatever Su Big Mouth saw or knew basically meant the entire sect saw it and knew it, so getting beaten up by Jun Changxiao today—two words: deserved it.

“Sigh.”

In the hospital room, Xia Shuiyun wiped the white foam from the corner of his mouth with a towel, saying: “When will you ever change this habit of yours?”

“…”

Su Xiaomo said bitterly: “I want to change too, but I can’t control it.”

He didn’t deliberately have a big mouth—he just somehow blurted things out during conversations.

“In my opinion.” Xia Shuiyun brought a spoonful of congee to his mouth, saying: “This is a kind of illness of yours that needs Senior Brother Sun’s treatment.”

“That’s right.”

Su Xiaomo gently held her hand, saying affectionately: “I have an illness—the kind where I can’t see you for a day and life becomes worse than death.”

“Smooth talker.”

Xia Shuiyun gave him a look.

Clearly, she was already accustomed to Su Xiaomo’s cheesy sweet words, completely able to keep her face from flushing and heart from racing.

In the past, she would have lowered her head and said shyly: “How annoying!”

“Ah!”

Su Dog Leftover opened his mouth and ate a spoonful of congee, praising: “Shuiyun, your cooking skills are getting better and better. You could take over from Junior Sister Liu managing the Dining Hall.”

“If Hall Master Liu hears that, you probably won’t even be able to enter the dining hall’s front gate.” Xia Shuiyun said with exasperation.

“She wouldn’t dare!”

Su Xiaomo said: “I’m Third Senior Brother after all!”

“My.”

Just then, Liu Wanshi walked into the hospital room carrying a basket of eggs, saying: “Senior Brother’s complexion looks good, speaking so loudly.”

Su Xiaomo, who had just been acting all proud about being a senior brother, immediately smiled: “Junior Sister Liu, why did you come?”

“…”

Xia Shuiyun was speechless.

That arrogant look just vanished.

There was an unwritten rule in the Eternal Sect—elders and protectors could be provoked, but never Hall Master Liu, because she controlled the Dining Hall. Offend her, and from then on expect to eat salt-mixed rice.

“Of course to visit Senior Brother.” Liu Wanshi placed the eggs on the table, seeing him wrapped in bandages all over, saying: “The Sect Master really did go overboard, striking so heavily.”

“Sigh.”

Su Xiaomo sighed.

After Liu Wanshi left, other disciples came one after another to visit.

They sympathized with Third Senior Brother, but some were also secretly a bit happy.

Who?

Ye Xingchen and Xiao Zuiji.

“You should be more careful from now on.” Xia Shuiyun tidied up the food container and stood up: “I’ll head back first.”

“Wait.”

Su Xiaomo grabbed her hand, saying: “I’m injured this badly, won’t you show some gesture?”

“I got up early this morning to make you congee—isn’t that a gesture?” Xia Shuiyun said.

“The gesture I mean isn’t that kind.”

“What kind then?”

“Well… it’s… the kind of gesture like Madam and the Sect Master in the cockpit.”

“Dream on!”

Xia Shuiyun glared at him and hurriedly left.

Because she knew the Sect Master and Madam had once embraced and kissed in the cockpit, after leaving the hospital room, her little face finally flushed red.

As the first couple in the Eternal Sect to get engaged, they deeply loved each other, but because they weren’t yet married, they maintained a pure romantic relationship, limited to holding hands and speaking sweet words.

Had they kissed?

Definitely.

But it was always Xiaomo initiating, lacking mutual initiation.

Couples in love embracing and kissing under the setting sun was a very normal expression of emotion, so this wasn’t driving.

“Sigh.”

Su Xiaomo lay on the hospital bed, looking toward the scenery outside the window, occasionally thinking of what the Sect Master and Li Qingyang had done, feeling ashamed in his heart: “I’m such a failure.”

Li Qingyang’s performance was truly beyond imagination, but please don’t count Dog Leftover in.

Because he wasn’t qualified.

…

Over the next few days, Xia Shuiyun brought food three times daily and kept Su Xiaomo company, truly demonstrating what love meant.

According to relevant department investigations, 99% of this book’s readers are single dogs, so to avoid dog food behavior and public displays of affection, lovey-dovey scenes won’t be deliberately written out.

“Shuiyun.”

This day, Su Xiaomo said: “These days recovering from injury, I’ve thought a lot. I’ve decided that after I’m healed, I’ll accompany you to travel through mountains and rivers, leaving our footprints in every corner of the Eternal Realm.”

Actually this guy’s injuries had healed long ago. He’d been lying in the hospital bed to avoid Yuan Gongzi and have more time with his fiancée.

Every day having someone he deeply loved care for him, every day having someone he deeply loved make congee for him.

Su Xiaomo’s mentality gradually changed, even… becoming increasingly ashamed—ashamed that after being engaged for so long, aside from speaking sweet words, he hadn’t spent much time accompanying her.

From his clash of views with Ye Xingchen, one could see he was someone who greatly valued emotions.

“Will the Sect Master agree?” Xia Shuiyun asked.

“Agree.”

Just then, Jun Changxiao appeared at the hospital room entrance, saying: “The world is so big, one should travel more, rather than be bound to the sect.”

“Sect Master…”

Su Xiaomo was moved.

Jun Changxiao said: “No need to lie in bed anymore, right?”

“Swish!”

Su Xiaomo immediately jumped up from the hospital bed, nimbly executing a set of Mountain Collapse Earth Splitting Fist, saying: “Fully recovered!”

“Boom!”

His power wasn’t well controlled, directly blasting through a wall.

“Yuan Gongzi.”

Jun Changxiao looked toward the accompanying Yuan Feng, saying expressionlessly: “Note it down. Deduct Su Xiaomo’s core disciple monthly stipend for this year.”

“Yes!”

Yuan Gongzi pulled out the little notebook always kept in his chest, scribbling rapidly with extremely fast hand speed—clearly he wrote often in daily life.

Through the lens, one could just see written on that page: ‘Zi Lin Demon King’s school uniform struck by lightning, an extremely serious dereliction of duty, fine of ten thousand beast pills as a warning to others.’

…

The second day.

Su Xiaomo changed into ordinary clothing and left the Eternal Sect with Xia Shuiyun, who wore plain clothes yet couldn’t conceal her beauty.

Arriving at the mountain gate, he didn’t forget to wave goodbye to his fellow disciples.

“How did you agree to let those two go traveling?” In front of the great hall, Hua Meigui teased.

Jun Changxiao said: “Old Wei said that although Xiaomo has his former style, he’s very devoted when it comes to feelings.”

“So.”

Hua Meigui leaned against the railing, arms crossed: “You let them go out to cultivate their relationship?”

“Mm.”

Jun Changxiao nodded.

Hua Meigui said: “Didn’t expect it—you actually care about disciples’ emotional issues.”

“Of course.”

Jun Changxiao puffed out his chest: “Who told me I’m the Sect Master?”

“When will you have time to take me traveling?” Hua Meigui looked into his eyes to see what expression would appear.

“No time.”

Jun Changxiao turned to enter the great hall.

Hua Meigui shook her head.

This answer was within her expectations.

However, when Jun Changxiao took one step into the great hall entrance without turning back, he said: “Another day.”

Hua Meigui was stunned.

If he’d simply answered no time, it could be completely understood as refusal. But adding “another day” at the end—did that mean he’d agreed?

…

This day.

Su Xiaomo left the Eternal Sect with Xia Shuiyun.

When the two would return was an unknown, but because it was approved by the Sect Master, even if they married and started a family outside, they wouldn’t be forcibly erased.

As Old Wei’s successor who greatly valued emotions.

Could Su Xiaomo, traveling the jianghu hand-in-hand with his fiancée, find an opportunity to break through to Half-step Heavenly Mystery Realm?

“Xiaomo.”

Standing at the mountain peak, Jun Changxiao muttered: “Give this seat a surprise when you return.”

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