Chapter 90: Subsequent Events III

Chapter 90: Subsequent Events III

During this wedding reunion, Mo Jiao also received news about Qin Yu.

The news was brought by Elder Mo and the Right Protector, who had traced some clues. They waited until after the wedding feast and before their departure to inform Mo Jiao.

After the wedding feast, Luoyan Villa finally quieted down.

Mo Jiao and Sister Mo's family members were all staying in a small courtyard. As they gradually woke up, Mo Jiao was leisurely sipping tea in the courtyard, sobering up from yesterday's hangover, and chatting with Elder Mo and a few others from the Right Protectorate.

After today, they would leave Luoyan Villa to go their separate ways.

Elder Mo, not minding the presence of others in the courtyard, directly said, "I saw Xie Lingyu a while ago. Master, didn't Sister Mo say that Qin Yu had gone with Xie Lingyu?"

Naturally, the master he referred to was still Mo Jiao, and the current master, the former Right Protector, didn't mind at all. Mentioning Qin Yu made everyone, especially Zhong Yi Xiao, look displeased.

The Right Protector, now the current Master Xia, hearing this, also said, "Speaking of which, I've been investigating Qin Yu's whereabouts. Elder Brother, a month ago, I found that Qin Yu appeared in Tongzhou and was related to Jingxi Marquis's mansion. The mansion has been protecting him, so I didn't act rashly. Coming here was a good opportunity to inform you of this news. Elder Brother, do we continue to pursue Qin Yu?"

Regarding Qin Yu, Mo Jiao's stance was it's best to eliminate him swiftly, but involving Jingxi Marquis's mansion made it complicated. He then shared with everyone the suspected background of Qin Yu and the secret medicine of the previous dynasty's court, the Xue Shu Dan, that Xie Lingyu had, which he and Sister Mo had investigated together.

Indeed, the mention of the Snow Washing Pill also stirred King Jing.

Mo Jiao felt that Elder Mo must have asked this question because he had already uncovered something, so he confidently said to Elder Mo, "You must have discovered Qin Yu's identity to ask me this, right?"

Elder Mo smiled with pursed lips.

The Left Protector, realizing belatedly, exclaimed, "Does this mean that Qin Yu really is the Marquis of Jingxi's biological brother?"

Zhong Yixiao frowned deeply, realizing that this made it impossible for him to settle accounts with Qin Yu.

King Jing set down his tea cup and said, "The Snow Washing Pill was a secret medicine from the previous dynasty and has long been lost. Across the entire nat

Mo Jiao raised an eyebrow and said, "As far as I know, Jingxi Royal Mansion held significant military power, inherited through generations, and was highly regarded by emperors through the ages. However, Jingxi Royal Mansion has since surrendered its military power and almost has no real authority. After the death of Jingxi King, it was that young Marquis who took over as head of the house. Oh, I heard that the young Marquis's surname is Xie."

This explanation made everything clear, and many people came to understand.

Elder Mo nodded, saying, "Indeed, Xie Lingyu is that young Marquis of Jingxi Royal Mansion. He has been searching for someone all these years, but your guess is actually incorrect."

Jing Wang explained, "The person Xie Lingyu is looking for isn't his biological brother. Indeed, he had a brother who was kidnapped by enemies shortly after being born. The child kidnapped was actually the entrusted orphan of Jingxi King's sworn brother. After the side concubine who bore the child died, the child was lost, prompting Jingxi King to feel obligated to locate him."

"Even though the side concubine cleverly managed to save her own child, sadly, the real prince of the mansion passed away from illness not long after. However, it was later heard that the kidnapped child didn't die but was taken by a passerby man." Jing Wang speculated towards Mo Jiao, "I believe that man must be the former Grandmaster of your demonic cult."

Mo Jiao nodded, acknowledging that Jing Wang's investigation into Jingxi Royal Mansion was indeed more thorough than his own.

"So, in fact, the old Grandmaster and Qin Yu had no feud and even saved his life," the Right Protector speculated further, but noticing everyone quieting down and giving him strange looks, he shrank back, positioning himself behind the current Grandmaster.

Indeed, Sister Mo had somewhat instigated against Qin Yu at that time, but discussing these matters now served no purpose.

Jing Wang then added, "I hope you won't disturb that young Marquis Xie. When he handed over military power, the emperor entrusted me to look after him. Should anything happen to him, not only would I fail my duty, but it would also reflect poorly on the emperor."

Zhong Yi Xiao, frustrated, said, "So, we can't touch Qin Yu, can we?"

Elder Mo laughed, "We're not out to kill Xie Lingyu. I don't believe Xie Lingyu can protect Qin Yu forever. Killing Qin Yu might displease the young Marquis, but if one day he brings his demise upon himself, we can't be blamed for being ruthless."

Hearing this, Jing Wang frowned internally. Elder Mo's words meant he intended to discipline Qin Yu. He couldn't interfere with others offending Jingxi Marquis's mansion, but he had to manage his own, already anticipating the trouble of cleaning up after Qin Yu's potential death for Mo Xin.

To everyone's surprise, Mo Jiao simply said, "Let it be."

Zhong Yi Xiao exclaimed in astonishment, "Why? Qin Yu has always been harming you!"

Mo Jiao smiled indifferently and told everyone, "Qin Yu has offended more enemies than just me. There are others who wish him dead as well. We just need to watch as events unfold; even if he doesn't leave Jingxi Marquis's mansion, the rest of his life is bound to be eventful."

Elder Mo was momentarily stunned, then nodded in agreement with a smile, "Indeed, why dirty our hands? Qin Yu is now like a rat crossing the street, shunned by both the demonic cult and the righteous path. Speaking of which, had it not been for Xie Lingyu providing that Snow Nourishing Pill, we wouldn't have been able to successfully cure the poison."

Speaking of the Snow Nourishing Pill, the little physician, who appeared out of nowhere, approached Elder Mo excitedly, "Are you discussing the Snow Nourishing Pill? Didn't I borrow it for research when we were curing Master Mo in the valley? I've tried making a few pills these past months, and I believe I'll be able to recreate the pill formula soon!"

Elder Mo almost jumped in shock but then laughed and said, "Alright, remember to share the pill formula with me once you've recreated it."

The little physician, patting his chest, laughed and replied, "Of course, no problem."

The topic of how to deal with Qin Yu was thus smoothly glossed over.

At that moment, Elder Shang entered from outside the courtyard, his already expressionless face seeming to drop a few more degrees in temperature. The little physician's smile froze upon seeing him, appearing somewhat awkward.

Elder Shang immediately frowned, then turned to Mo Jiao and the others, saying, "Master Mo, everyone, we'll be leaving first."

Mo Jiao asked, "Have you spoken with Sister?"

Elder Shang nodded.

It was unexpected that Elder Shang was the most eager to leave. His announcement cast a shadow of melancholy on everyone's faces, realizing this might be their last gathering, united in purpose as they were.

Mo Jiao gave a slight nod, unusually adding a few more words than usual.

"Go then, safe travels."

Elder Shang's expression softened for a moment, showing a rare gentleness. He then silently looked at the little physician, his eyes conveying a sense of urgency.

With a sigh, the little physician said to Elder Mo, "I'll come to play with you next time," then drooped his head and went inside with Elder Shang to pack their luggage.

Zhong Yixiao unexpectedly breathed a sigh of relief, which Mo Jiao caught—a fleeting moment of satisfaction at seeing a rival leave. This observation made Zhong Yixiao incredibly awkward, prompting him to blurt out an even more awkward comment.

"Why is Elder Shang leaving in such a hurry? I remember the little physician's place isn't far from here."

Unexpectedly, someone did indeed respond to the conversation. Left Protector quietly said, "I heard them arguing in their room last night."

Everyone wore an expression of 'why are you so nosy', but Elder Mo was quite curious and also whispered, "Elder Shang actually had an argument? No wonder the young healer seemed off. What were they arguing about?"

Left Protector hesitated to speak, but the discomfort of holding back was too much, and after a while, he spilled the beans.

"I heard the young healer shout, 'I am not your leader Mo, look carefully before you mess around', and then there was a noise in the room. After a while, Elder Shang came out... Hey, why did you bump into me!"

Right Protector said, "Shut up if you don't want to die."

Elder Mo smiled without saying anything, King Jing appeared to be taking pleasure in the misfortune, Zhong Yixiao suddenly realized, and when he turned around, Mo Jiao's face had turned very gloomy, yet he was smiling at Left Protector.

Indeed, he was smiling.

Mo Jiao said with a smile, "It seems Left Protector still loves to eavesdrop."

Later, our newly appointed Leader Xia almost failed to protect Left Protector.

After Elder Shang left, Right Protector also decided to take Left Protector with him. The journey to Qixuan Mountain was long, and being the newly appointed leader, he could not be away for too long.

Mo Jiao and Elder Sister Mo saw the younger brother off to the villa's gate, not saying much in their farewell. Neither Mo Jiao nor Elder Sister Mo inquired about the affairs of the demonic sect, and Right Protector didn't share the troubles he had recently encountered.

Leading the horse down the mountain, Left Protector looked dispirited.

"Going back means being busy to death again, I really miss our leader."

Right Protector glanced at him and laughed, "Aren't I right beside you?"

Left Protector snorted disdainfully, rolling his eyes, "I'm talking about Leader Mo. I'm just a protector. Why should I have to do so much? I never had to do all this when Leader Mo was around."

"Your senior brother almost killed you just now. What do you want from him?"

"Leader Mo is so handsome, I like him. Even if he hits me, I still like him. What's it to you?" Left Protector declared boldly.

Right Protector simply responded with a smile, "Being handsome doesn't make him yours."

And indeed, Right Protector had authority over Left Protector. With a smile no longer on his face, he mounted his horse and suddenly turned back to ask Left Protector, "Didn't you want to be the leader before? Now, you are the person I rely on the most and you have real power. Why are you still not happy?"

Left Protector grimaced, "Aren't I still just Left Protector? Besides, even if I aspired to be the leader of the demonic sect, would you actually give up the leader's position to me?"

Right Protector smiled warmly, looking down at Left Protector with a solemn expression, "The leader's position cannot be yours, but I can offer you an opportunity. Would you like to share the divine sect with me?"

Left Protector was suddenly invigorated, looking up at Right Protector with wide eyes. In the sunlight, the handsome youth seemed to be surrounded by a holy light, excitement sparkling in Left Protector's eyes.

"What, you want me to be the vice-leader?"

"You're overthinking it," Right Protector said with a smirk. "How about being the leader's spouse?"

Left Protector: "...Get lost."

With a sullen face, Left Protector swiftly mounted his horse and left without hesitation, kicking up a trail of dust that enveloped Right Protector, who could only sigh and silently follow.

Helan Min had to rush back to the capital. After drinking too much the night before and waking up late, he left the villa with Mo Jiao and Elder Mo since it was on the way, and they all descended the mountain together.

While sitting in Prince Jing's carriage, Elder Mo mentioned that when Elder Sister's child was a month old next year, they might all gather again.

Mo Jiao smiled silently, his biggest concern being Helan Min, especially with the new page boy by his side, Shen Yizhou, the young master of Qingcheng, who seemed very dangerous.

After all, he was someone capable of protecting Helan Min. Helan Min mentioned that Shen Yizhou had somehow angered his father and was expelled from the Qingcheng Sect, leaving him homeless. Since they were friends, he took Shen Yizhou in.

Seeing his brother's innocent smile, Mo Jiao's smile was cold as he directly exposed Shen Yizhou's past.

"I heard that the head of Qingcheng Sect intended to find a wife for Young Master Shen. Recently, the sect's doorstep was almost worn out by matchmakers, and it seems that Miss Su from Hangzhou, a renowned beauty, was also interested in marrying Young Master Shen."

As they reached the fork at the bottom of the mountain, Helan Min was about to part ways with Mo Jiao. Hearing this, he suddenly paused, looked at Shen Yizhou sitting between Elder Mo and Mo Jiao in the carriage, and frowned, "So, you're on the run from an arranged marriage."

Shen Yizhou, already stiff, now broke into a sweat and hurriedly explained, "This is a misunderstanding! I had no intention of marrying, I haven’t been betrothed to anyone, and I don’t even know Miss Su!"

Helan Min's frown deepened, "Why the rush to deny it? My brother didn’t say you were betrothed. And you argued with your father and ran away from home just to avoid marriage? Isn’t that a bit childish?"

Shen Yizhou: "..."

He dared not say anything else, resigned to his scolding. Fortunately, Helan Min realized he shouldn't have said so much and quickly stopped. The carriage also came to a halt at the crossroads where they were to part ways.

Reluctant to leave Mo Jiao, Helan Min added before dismounting, "Brother, when you have time, could you visit me in the capital? When the New Year comes, I'll come to Zhong Yixiao's house to find you."

Mo Jiao naturally nodded with a smile, patted Helan Min on the head, and cautioned him to be careful on his way. Then, turning to Shen Yizhou with a threatening smile, "Young Master Shen, I entrust Min'er's safety to you."

Shen Yizhou was flattered and hurriedly agreed.

After the two rode away, the carriage slowly set off again, now only carrying Elder Mo, Prince Jing, Mo Jiao, and Zhong Yixiao.

Elder Mo, sensing something, leaned on his hand and laughed, "The leader seems quite concerned about this Shen Yizhou."

Mo Jiao said, "He's smart enough but lacks steadiness and is still too young."

When parting ways with Elder Mo, the elder politely invited them to visit Hangzhou when they had the chance, while Prince Jing clearly looked relieved to be rid of these troublesome guests.

Back at Xianyun Villa, Mo Jiao continued his leisurely retirement life, basking in the sun, teasing Su Tao, and occasionally agreeing to teach Su Tao some moves when in the mood.

Although Mo Jiao never leaves the house, rumors of Zhong Xiaoyi's newly wedded wife being exceptionally beautiful have spread everywhere.

As for Zhong Yixiao, his days are filled with sword practice, managing Xianyun Villa, and attending to the great Buddha at home, always with a sweet disposition.

A month later, an unexpected guest arrived at Xianyun Villa.

At that time, Zhong Yixiao was personally brewing medicine to deliver to Mo Jiao when suddenly, someone dropped from the sky, startling him enough to nearly spill the medicine. The uninvited guest was naturally Zhuang Feiyu, who had climbed over the wall.

"Ah, A-Xiao, there you are. I knocked but no one answered, so I just climbed over the wall."

Zhong Yixiao paused for a moment, looking down at the tray in his hands, relieved that the medicine hadn't spilled. He managed a strained smile towards Zhuang Feiyu, saying, "Su Tao went out. I was in the kitchen and didn't hear you knocking. By the way, what brings you here?"

Zhuang Feiyu, completely disregarding the polite inquiry, waved his hand dismissively, "It's nothing, is Su Tao not home? Surprising she's not following you around."

He said this while peering around Zhong Yixiao, looking for Su Tao.

At this point, Zhong Yixiao suddenly stopped, realizing that ever since clearing up a misunderstanding, Su Tao had changed, always sticking close to Mo Jiao like a little tail. Despite knowing she would be teased, she enjoyed following Mo Jiao, spending more time with him than Zhong Yixiao did, which made Zhong Yixiao somewhat jealous.

In this superficial world, even he, once the most important young master, had to step aside in front of Mo Jiao.

However, Zhuang Feiyu had seen Mo Jiao, and Zhong Yixiao knew he couldn't let them meet.

Seeing Zhong Yixiao silent and holding a steaming bowl of medicine, Zhuang Feiyu didn't press further about Su Tao's whereabouts. Suddenly, with a smile, he leaned in, "I heard you got married. You really should've told me, such an important thing like getting married and you didn’t inform your brother! I used to come here often, and after not seeing you for over a year, I asked Sister Fang from your Xiannv Peak. She said you weren’t there, and I thought something had happened to you..."

"What medicine is this?"

Zhuang Feiyu stopped his rambling, eyeing the medicine suddenly exclaimed, "This wouldn’t be a pregnancy tonic, would it! A-Xiao, this is great news. You not telling me about your wife is one thing, but I must come for the baby's full-month celebration! Where is your wife? Take me to see her; I even brought a gift!"

Zhong Yixiao was at a loss for words. How could he possibly take Zhuang Feiyu to meet Mo Jiao?

"It's not a pregnancy tonic... he's not pregnant..." Zhong Yixiao thought about what excuse to use to make Zhuang Feiyu give up on meeting Mo Jiao, worrying Zhuang Feiyu might recognize Mo Jiao, and knowing Mo Jiao would be unhappy to see Zhuang Feiyu. He struggled to say, "What gift? You're too kind."

Zhuang Feiyu seemed somewhat disappointed, "No baby, then? Is your wife ill?"

Zhong Yixiao immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, she caught a cold recently and can't see visitors. I'm terribly sorry. You even brought a gift; may I pass it on for you?"

"That's the only option then. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of your beautiful wife. A-Xiao, do you know? Your wife's beauty is now renowned throughout the martial arts world. Everyone knows you've married a great beauty. It's a shame I can't meet her today." Zhuang Feiyu sighed, pulling out a small brocade box.

"This is a hairpin I picked out at Jincui Fang, intended for your wife."

Seeing his disappointed face, Zhong Yixiao twitched his mouth, "Giving him a hairpin, wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Zhuang Feiyu said, "But I've never given gifts to women before. I don't know what else to give your wife."

Zhong Yixiao suddenly felt like laughing, but with the medicine in hand, he couldn't free his hands to take the gift. Just then, Su Tao came over, hurriedly saying, "Young Master, is the lady's medicine ready..."

Upon seeing Zhuang Feiyu, Su Tao immediately put on a face of disdain, "Why are you here?"

Zhuang Feiyu smiled and joked, "I came to drink with your master. You've come at the right time, hurry up and prepare some drinks and dishes for me."

Su Tao snorted, "I definitely won’t!"

However, Zhong Yixiao thought it was a good idea. He handed the medicine to Su Tao and pushed her, instructing, "Alright, the lady's medicine should be cool by now. Quickly deliver it, and tell the lady I've gone out to drink with Brother Zhuang, so he shouldn't wait for me."

Su Tao blinked, looking somewhat puzzled at Zhong Yixiao, unsure if she understood his intention.

Zhuang Feiyu said, "Isn't that a bit improper? Your wife is ill; you should stay with her."

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Feiyu could be so considerate, but Zhong Yixiao was only worried that Mo Jiao might come out and accidentally run into Zhuang Feiyu, causing trouble. He guiltily said, "It's okay, Su Tao will take care of him. Everyone's out, and we haven't prepared any dishes at home. It's rare for us to get together, so why don't we go out?"

Seeing no other choice, Zhuang Feiyu nodded, following Zhong Yixiao out, lamenting, "It's been over a year since we brothers last drank together..."

Zhong Yixiao laughed and agreed, winking at Su Tao as they left.

Su Tao stood there stunned for a moment, initially upset that Zhong Yixiao was actually leaving Mo Jiao to go out. But then, realizing the visitor was Zhuang Feiyu, he sensed the urgency and quickly carried the medicine to the backyard to find Mo Jiao.

That evening, when Zhong Yixiao returned reeking of alcohol, he saw Mo Jiao waiting in the hall. Without looking, he knew Mo Jiao was very angry, especially because Zhong Yixiao had gone out with Zhuang Feiyu and even drank.

Zhong Yixiao paused for a moment, then staggered over to hug Mo Jiao, playfully whining, "Jiaojiao, I feel dizzy."

Mo Jiao let him hold on, speaking indifferently, "You drank?"

Zhong Yixiao nodded, looking pitifully at Mo Jiao, "Just a little... but I didn't kiss anyone else, nor did I drink much. Don't be mad, if you're too upset, you can hit me..."

Mo Jiao thought to himself that if Zhong Yixiao dared to drunkenly kiss others again, a beating wouldn't be enough to settle it.

Seeing him silent, Zhong Yixiao leaned in to kiss his soft cheek, explaining, "I went out with Zhuang because I was afraid he'd see you. But now it's fine, he's gone... By the way, he said he found his birth parents and is going to find them. He might not come back for a long time. Today was his farewell."

Zhuang Feiyu, indeed an orphan, had all his news come to Mo Jiao through Zhong Yixiao after their meeting, knowing nothing of his past life, thus sincerely treating Zhong Yixiao as a brother.

Mo Jiao was initially annoyed that Zhong Yixiao had gone out with him again, but since the guy was leaving for good, it couldn't be better. However, Mo Jiao still felt a bit uncomfortable, questioning, "Why didn't you tell him? Are you afraid he'll find out I'm the demonic sect leader?"

Dizzy and managing to walk back was an achievement for Zhong Yixiao. Standing for a while, he couldn't hold it anymore and directly sat on Mo Jiao's lap, finding comfort only in holding him, mumbling, "Don't know... afraid it'd put you in danger. Can you not be mad? I feel bad, I want to sleep..."

Almost instantly asleep upon leaning on Mo Jiao's shoulder, his body went limp, and Mo Jiao had no choice but to hold him, looking down to see he had already fallen asleep.

Mo Jiao exclaimed, "And you said you didn't drink much!"

He resignedly carried him back to the room. As soon as Zhong Yixiao touched the bed, he instinctively lay down. When Mo Jiao let go, he uneasily opened his eyes, closing them again after recognizing who was in front of him.

Unable to stand it, Mo Jiao pinched his chin to wake him up. Zhong Yixiao looked at him dazedly, his eyes moist and somewhat innocent.

"I want to sleep..." Zhong Yixiao mumbled.

Mo Jiao asked him, "Who's more important, me or him?"

Zhong Yixiao, not catching on, blinked and asked, "Who's he?"

"Zhuang Feiyu," Mo Jiao said through gritted teeth.

Zhong Yixiao frowned, which in Mo Jiao's eyes looked like hesitation. Then, he raised his hand to touch Mo Jiao's face, tenderly caressing his cheek, before slowly saying with a foolish smile, "You."

At these words, Mo Jiao felt somewhat reassured.

Zhong Yixiao continued, "You're so beautiful..."

Mo Jiao: "..."

Zhong Yixiao was clearly more than just a little drunk, unable to comprehend Mo Jiao's words. After complimenting Mo Jiao, he shamelessly puckered up, eagerly looking at him.

"Jiaojiao, I want a kiss!"

The question of who was most important was thus sidelined. The next day, Zhong Yixiao, nursing a headache and a bitten lip, hurriedly sought Mo Jiao to explain and prove that Mo Jiao was indeed the most important to him.

The matter with Zhuang Feiyu passed, and the hairpin he had carefully selected for his sister-in-law, being inappropriate, was never given to Mo Jiao by Zhong Yixiao, who casually placed it somewhere, leading to further explanations when it was eventually found – but that's a story for another time.

Sooner or later, Mo Jiao had to meet people. The more rumors about Mo Jiao circulated in the martial world, the more the speculation that Mo Jiao was alive and involved with Zhong Yixiao was deliberately brought up again.

Soon after, a senior figure in the martial arts world invited Zhong Yixiao to a gathering at Cuizhu Xuan.

This senior was a friend of Master He Yun and held significant influence in the Martial Alliance. He had been kind to Zhong Yixiao before, who found it impossible to decline the invitation, informing Mo Jiao before leaving.

However, upon his arrival, Zhong Yixiao realized the senior had not invited him to catch up but to participate in a tribunal.

Many in the martial community gathered at Cuizhu Xuan, continuously probing Zhong Yixiao about his whereabouts after being deceived by the demonic sect leader and inquiring about the identity of his spouse.

Zhong Yixiao naturally did not reveal the truth, enduring until nightfall. The senior showed no intention of letting him leave, and several younger peers kept pouring him drinks.

These people were clearly suspicious of him. Zhong Yixiao would be a fool not to see it. He barely touched the wine, refusing to drink further when someone suddenly mentioned the demonic sect had a new leader.

"Speaking of which, this Leader Mo and Brother Zhong have some entanglements. I absolutely don't believe he's truly dead. Brother Zhong, you've met this demon; you must know what he looks like, right? Surely, Brother Zhong, you're also keen on news about this demon. We'd like to eliminate him swiftly. Do you know if he's still alive?"

At these words, all eyes in the room turned to Zhong Yixiao.

Zhong Yixiao slowly set down his wine cup, feeling a sudden chill in his heart. Mo Jiao was no longer the leader of the demonic sect, yet these people still sought to eliminate him.

After a long pause, he managed a faint smile and lied, "I have never seen his true face, nor do I know his current whereabouts."

"How could that be?"

One man stood up, slamming the table with certainty, "Brother Zhong, let's not joke around! If Brother Zhong denies it, then let me be clear. I heard that half a year ago, Brother Zhong was seen at the foot of Qixuan Mountain, and it just so happened that my junior brother went missing there. Today, I want a clear answer, has Brother Zhong really been on Xuanv Peak all this time?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhong Yixiao knew the incident involving that junior hero couldn’t be kept secret for long, and now, his senior brother had indeed come questioning. There was a time he considered openly declaring his allegiance to the demonic sect, standing with Mo Jiao come what may, but things were different now.

Even though these people were now suspicious of him, he would never admit it. He only wished to retire and live a peaceful life with Mo Jiao, wanting nothing to do with the affairs of the martial world.

"Gentlemen, you keep asking about my spouse and me. Are you suspecting that I'm colluding with the demonic sect leader, or are you suggesting that my spouse is the demonic sect leader you speak of?"

With those words, the atmosphere in the teahouse immediately tensed, and a murderous aura filled the space.

As Zhong Yixiao was leaving, he happened to run into a woman in white holding a lantern at the door.

Both were startled. Zhong Yixiao was both shocked and delighted. The people escorting Zhong Yixiao were also stunned, for the beauty of the woman in front of them was so stunning, she could be described as city-overthrowing.

After a moment of astonishment, the beautiful young woman in white walked up to Zhong Yixiao with a gentle and graceful smile on her exquisite face, her affectionate eyes looking straight at him, even her voice was melodious and pleasant.

"Husband, I've been waiting at home for a long time and didn't see you return. Fearing you might be too drunk to see the way at night, I came to find you."

At her words, Zhong Yixiao gasped. Mo Jiao had made a significant sacrifice, disguising himself in women's attire to become the real "Mo Jiaojiao" to find him, even using a female voice to speak. Most importantly, he called him husband in front of so many people!

"Husband?"

Mo Jiao called out softly again. Seeing Zhong Yixiao only staring at him without speaking, he lowered his head, somewhat at a loss. His sweet voice trembled slightly, "I was just worried about you, husband. I didn't mean to disobey and leave the house intentionally."

Upon hearing this, the people behind seemed to misunderstand something in an instant, looking at Zhong Yixiao with strange and accusing eyes, as if he was a pervert.

Zhong Yixiao, realizing their reaction, hurriedly explained to them, "My spouse is unwell, so I generally don't let her go out. My apologies for any misunderstanding."

The expressions of those people clearly showed disbelief.

Mo Jiao also hurriedly said, "Yes, husband is just concerned about my health. Please, gentlemen, do not misunderstand."

Seeing such a beautiful and fragile woman defending a husband who kept her locked up at home, the martial artists almost lost their patience, their looks at Zhong Yixiao turning very angry.

One of them expressed deep sympathy for Mo Jiao, sighing, "I didn't expect the lady to come fetch Brother Zhong so late. It's our fault for keeping Brother Zhong with our drinking. Since the lady is unwell, you should return home early with Brother Zhong."

"Yes, yes!" the other two hurriedly agreed.

Mo Jiao smiled at them, her beautiful eyes sparkling, immediately captivating everyone.

Zhong Yixiao couldn't bear it any longer and, unable to continue the act, took Mo Jiao and left, appearing truly annoyed. The onlookers behind them lamented that a beauty was wasted on him, pitying such a national treasure of beauty.

Once they were out of Cuizhu Xuan, Zhong Yixiao breathed a sigh of relief, but he was surprised to find the person beside him was even smaller in stature than him.

Fearing to attract the attention of passersby, Zhong Yixiao asked in a low voice near Mo Jiao's ear, "Jiaojiao, why have you suddenly become shorter?"

Mo Jiao gave him a sidelong glance, speaking in his own voice.

"I shrunk my bones."

Zhong Yixiao exclaimed, "You can change your voice and shrink your bones too!"

Mo Jiao waited until nightfall without seeing him return and recalled the banquet Zhong Yixiao was to attend, feeling uneasy and worried he might encounter trouble, which prompted her hurried visit to Cuizhu Xuan, only to find her trip unnecessary.

However, the attitude of those people towards Zhong Yixiao upon leaving was evidently unfriendly, leaving Mo Jiao with many questions as they quickly left the street holding hands.

They moved away from the night market, onto streets almost devoid of pedestrians.

Only then did Mo Jiao feel at ease, turning to ask Zhong Yixiao, "What was that about with those people just now?"

Zhong Yixiao paused, then shook his head, "It's nothing now."

Mo Jiao didn't believe his words. Zhong Yixiao had no choice but to tell her everything, confirming her suspicion that his late return was not without reason, yet now he was safely escorted out.

"How did you explain it to them?"

Zhong Yixiao shook his head, "Someone explained for me."

Zhong Yixiao didn't say who, and his expression was a bit grim. Mo Jiao looked at him curiously, and after a while, Zhong Yixiao sighed, admitting, "I ran into Master He Yun."

Mo Jiao realized, "So, the master spoke for you, right?"

Zhong Yixiao nodded. Indeed, without Master He Yun's personal testimony, those people wouldn't easily believe Zhong Yixiao, explaining his expression.

He didn't know why Master He Yun would provide a false testimony for him, telling those people he was at Xuanv Peak at the time, especially since Master He Yun had not yet disclosed to the public that Zhong Yixiao was no longer a disciple of Xiannv Sect.

Zhong Yixiao couldn't ask too many questions in public, only knowing Master He Yun came unexpectedly. After her statement, she no longer paid him any attention, treating him as just another disciple, her gaze briefly pausing on Zhong Yixiao's current sword before leaving Cuizhu Xuan.

Afterwards, Zhong Yixiao was politely sent out by those people, coincidentally meeting the searching Mo Jiao.

Mo Jiao quickly grasped the gist of the situation, holding Zhong Yixiao's hand tighter. Holding a lantern to light their way, he softly comforted, "It's better this way. Now that they've seen me, they won't suspect us anymore."

Zhong Yixiao murmured, "Why would the master help me?"

Mo Jiao thought for a moment, then looked up at Zhong Yixiao with peach blossom eyes, "Don't you understand yet?"

Zhong Yixiao shook his head. The day he stole the medicine, Master He Yun had said she would sever ties with him and did not want to see him again. Until he left the mountain, she hadn't spoken a word to him or seen him again.

Unable to bear his confusion, Mo Jiao asked, "Do you remember me telling you about someone who sent me a message the night before you descended the mountain, informing me that you would be leaving soon?"

Zhong Yixiao was suddenly stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"You mean..."

Mo Jiao nodded slightly. Even if it cost him some strength, how many people could deliver a letter right under his nose, move freely, and know exactly when Zhong Yixiao would leave the mountain?

Zhong Yixiao was utterly bewildered, "I don't know what to do..."

If that was the case, it meant Master He Yun had come specifically for him tonight, just wanting to help him out of a difficult situation. The senior who invited Zhong Yixiao to Cuizhu Xuan was her friend. It wouldn't be hard for her to know about this, and she hadn't spread the news of his departure from Xiannv Sect, all for his sake.

Mo Jiao stopped, gripping Zhong Yixiao's hand tightly, turning to look him in the eyes seriously, comforting, "You don't need to think so much. Even if you have nothing, you still have me. Everyone is looking out for your best interest. Just understand that."

Zhong Yixiao said in surprise, "Then, the master..."

"Next time you have the chance, thank the master properly."

Zhong Yixiao nodded, realizing he still owed many people.

Like Master He Yun, like Mo Jiao.

Zhong Yixiao sighed, instinctively embracing Mo Jiao. The slightly petite Mo Jiao, after shrinking his bones, let him hold him tightly, gently wrapping his arms around his back, softly patting, silently comforting this troublemaker.

Zhong Yixiao didn't know how to describe his feelings, feeling that only by holding the person in front of him could he find some solace, calming his restless heart.

Under the dim candlelight, the shadows of the two embracing stretched long. If someone were to pass by at this moment, they would surely think they were a couple, a perfect match of talent and beauty.

In the future, Zhong Yixiao might have the opportunity to meet Master He Yun and thank her. Even if he doesn't receive her forgiveness, that's not the concern of the moment. Right now, his priority is to hold onto the person he's waited so long for, never wanting to experience separation from Mo Jiao again.

He Lanyin kept his word, indeed visiting Zhong Yixiao's home at the end of the twelfth lunar month to celebrate the New Year together, with Shen Yizhou, who had been following him like a shadow for the past six months, in tow.

The night before, a heavy snowfall blanketed Suzhou, leaving thick layers of snow piled up at the door.

He Lanyin, as always, showed little regard for Zhong Yixiao, but Su Tao hit it off with He Lanyin right away. The two quickly teamed up to build a snowman in the courtyard, with Shen Yizhou trailing behind, occasionally being called upon to assist.

Mo Jiao showed little interest, preferring to lazily read a book indoors, while Zhong Yixiao, already ostracized by He Lanyin, could only sit by Mo Jiao's side, gazing out the window at the group outside.

"Does Shen Yizhou have feelings for He Lanyin?" Zhong Yixiao suddenly asked.

Mo Jiao's hand twitched, and he shot Zhong Yixiao a sideways glance, his disapproval of Shen Yizhou evident to Zhong Yixiao, who had spent enough time with him to notice.

Zhong Yixiao curiously asked, "Why don't you like Shen Yizhou? Didn't you praise his intelligence before?"

"A mere boy still wet behind the ears, what's the use of a bit of cleverness?" Mo Jiao said indifferently.

Zhong Yixiao said, "I think He Lanyin likes him too, but it seems not in that way."

Hearing this, Mo Jiao felt relieved and nodded, "As long as you know."

Zhong Yixiao smirked, thinking he was just appeasing the brother-complex at home. Although He Lanyin had no romantic interest in Shen Yizhou for now, Shen's persistent wooing might eventually lead to affection over time.

Yet, observing them outside, despite being three years older than Shen Yizhou, He Lanyin's behavior with Su Tao was childlike. In contrast, Shen Yizhou appeared more mature and had been taking care of He Lanyin for over a year. With no merit but certainly hard work, it was no wonder Mo Jiao didn't prevent Shen Yizhou from getting close to He Lanyin.

"What are you thinking about now?"

Mo Jiao's voice came from behind, and turning back, Zhong Yixiao saw the supremely handsome man, even his reading posture was captivating, drawing Zhong's gaze back as he casually replied, "I also want to build a snowman."

Mo Jiao responded, "Give it up, Min'er won't play with you."

Zhong Yixiao: "..."

With a pitiful look at Mo Jiao, who silently closed his book and set it aside, frowning slightly as he lectured, "Are you still a child? Don't you have any sense of being an adult?"

Zhong Yixiao laughed again, holding his face in triumph, saying, "Oh right, I'm a head of the household now."

Mo Jiao's lips curled up as he suddenly mentioned, "Weren't we supposed to make dumplings?"

The plan was indeed to make dumplings, but Su Tao, who was supposed to help, had gone out to play, and Su Yu and the sisters had been busy all year, finally getting a break, so Zhong Yixiao had let them go have fun.

Thus, it was left to Zhong Yixiao himself.

Glancing enviously at He Lanyin, who was doted on outside, and not wanting Mo Jiao to go hungry, he decided to give up the struggle and leave the warmth of the stove, saying with a hint of disappointment, "Alright, I'll go make them now."

Mo Jiao also stood up to follow, saying, "I'll go too."

Zhong Yixiao was suddenly startled, turning back with his eyes sparkling as he stared at Mo Jiao.

It's known that in the past six months at Xianyun Manor, Mo Jiao lived like a lord, his hands never touching spring water, rarely even stepping outside, yet still making a fortune every day, remaining as beautiful as ever.

"Let's go, didn't you say the dumplings you make yourself taste the best?"

Mo Jiao strides past Zhong Yixiao, the former leader of the demonic sect, who has never entered the kitchen, wanting to change for Zhong Yixiao, so he won't be here enviously eyeing his own brother, emitting jealousy like a little fool.

Everyone has given him the brother, how can he still foolishly think only about making snowmen.

Author's note: No more extras, this concludes the story. Thank you for your companionship along the way, love you all~

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Two silly supporting character extras that might be deleted anytime, just take a casual look

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Extra one: Elder Shang & the young physician

Since returning from Luoyan Manor, Elder Shang and the young physician hadn't spoken for a long time, which troubled the young physician. Although Elder Shang was always reticent, at least he used to respond when the young physician spoke to him.

The incident stemmed from the day of Elder Mo's wedding when Elder Shang drank too much. But he thought he hadn't really overdrunk. Alcohol emboldened him, then he went to the young physician's room, telling him, "I like you."

But when he was about to kiss the young physician after pinning him on the bed, the young physician pushed him away, saying, "I am not Elder Mo, see clearly before you act rashly."

After hearing this, Elder Shang also sobered up, telling the young physician he understood.

The young physician felt utterly wronged. Even if he liked Elder Shang, he didn't want to be treated as a substitute. That's why he refused him. Unexpectedly, Elder Shang still said he knew who he was, making the young physician even more upset.

So, the young physician told Elder Shang, "Come any closer and I'll call for Elder Mo to deal with you," which was the argument Left Protector overheard. Elder Shang didn't really say anything, just had an unpleasant look on his face, watching the young physician for a long time until the latter became visibly flustered, then turned and left.

The next day, they both returned to Chang the Physician's clinic.

Chang the Physician isn't very fond of Elder Shang, mainly because his favorite thing is money, yet his young disciple has helped Elder Shang so much without earning a penny. Chang thinks his disciple has been working for the demonic sect for free, and moreover, this Elder Shang even followed his disciple back.

Not only did he not earn any money, but he also brought back a freeloader. It would be strange if Chang the Physician showed him a pleasant face.

Left with no choice, the young physician had to take Elder Shang back to his own Medicine King Valley. After all, he is still the lord of Medicine King Valley and can afford to support Elder Shang, but unexpectedly, Elder Shang began to act petulantly, complicating matters even further.

Elder Shang is no stranger to Medicine King Valley, as it was there he first met the young physician.

That was two years ago, when Elder Shang left the demonic sect to find medicine for Elder Mo and got injured in the process, only to be saved by the young physician.

Unlike his money-minded brother Chang the Physician, the young physician is a doctor with high professional ethics, offering treatment to any patient he encounters without expecting payment. He isn't motivated by money but by the satisfaction of curing someone, especially challenging cases.

Thus, curing Elder Shang, who had fallen from a cliff, brought the young physician joy for many days. Elder Shang stayed in Medicine King Valley for a while before leaving, and while Elder Shang remembered the young physician, the latter did not remember him specifically, treating him as just another life saved among many in his medical career.

Elder Shang was unaware of this. He intended to visit the perilous Youming Villa alone in search of a rare herb, a place known to be extremely dangerous and rumored to house spiritual medicines, yet seldom dared by anyone to search.

Planning to venture alone, Elder Shang was uncertain of the poisonous creatures that might inhabit the long-abandoned Youming Villa or what the real spiritual medicine looked like. Then, he recalled the youth who had saved him before, a so-called young physician with dimples when smiling.

Taking advantage of the night, Elder Shang sneaked the young physician out of Medicine King Valley and then, the next day, held a sword to his neck, demanding his help in finding a herb. This incident was the origin of the young physician's fear towards Elder Shang, a fear that persisted thereafter.

The young physician was compelled to agree, especially since he barely had a few clothes on him, let alone any means of defense. Anyone whisked away in the dead of night from their bed would be in such an unguarded state.

Elder Shang was somewhat satisfied and removed the sword, but his satisfaction quickly turned into a chilling anger.

This was because the young physician asked him, “Big brother, since we're going to face death together... no, I mean share life and death, may I know how to address you?”

Even if the candlelight was dim that night, Elder Shang believed his face was visible enough. He had stayed in Medicine King Valley for a whole month and had told the young physician his name, yet the physician had neither remembered nor recognized him!

It must be said, the young physician had a fervent passion for treating diseases and a special zeal for rare herbs. Upon hearing that they were going to seek a miraculous herb in Youming Villa, he agreed without hesitation and was very cooperative throughout the journey.

Youming Villa was far more than just an abandoned villa; what lies behind it, the young physician preferred not to mention. After enduring numerous hardships, they finally obtained the medicine, and Elder Shang's constant protection left a deep impression on the young physician, who then realized his affection for Elder Shang.

However, having a crush on an iceberg of a man, the young physician found himself in a bit of a dilemma.

After that incident, Elder Shang was severely injured, and the young physician sent him to be treated by his brother, the renowned Constant Physician. He himself was well-protected and unharmed, which moved the young physician, making him think highly of Elder Shang.

It was then that he learned Elder Shang was an elder of the demonic cult, but having no involvement in the martial world's conflicts, he held no particular view on it, merely regretting that the herbs he had painstakingly collected could not be used by himself.

On one herb-gathering excursion, the young physician stumbled upon Xie Lingyue and Qin Yu. Out of regard for the Snow Washing Pill, he treated them with extra care and even overheard that they possessed the Qilin's marrow, so he decided to steal it, even if he couldn't get the pill.

To his disappointment, it turned out to be a fake, and he returned to his brother's medical clinic.

By then, Elder Shang's wounds had mostly healed, and during a casual conversation that included news about Qin Yu, Elder Shang sent a message to Elder Mo, a detail unknown to the young physician.

Some time later, Elder Shang suddenly hurried over in search of the young physician, who was at the time engrossed in studying a prescription.

"Do you have a moment?" Elder Shang asked in such a manner.

The young physician thought Elder Shang had changed, surprisingly asking if he was available. He shook his head, saying, "I don't have time; I'm researching a medicine for male pregnancy."

Elder Shang, expressionless, commented, "Solving major issues for the infertile, you're really dedicated."

The young physician shook his head, "No, it's not for that. This is a male pregnancy formula specifically designed to benefit homosexual men."

Elder Shang said, "Don't bring disaster to homosexual men. Who exactly asked you to research this?"

The incident was sparked when the young physician witnessed a homosexual couple being insulted by their family in the street. Believing that the biggest and most unacceptable issue for them was the lack of offspring, he thought he could definitely create a male pregnancy medicine.

However, such a medicine was impossible to produce, and Elder Shang asked for his help again, hoping he could treat the cult leader who had shrunk due to a poison curse with his superior medical skills.

Naturally, the young physician, intrigued by the challenging condition, went to help and later joined Elder Shang in searching for the mythical Qilin's marrow at Xuan Nu Peak, and then…

He heard Elder Shang confess his love for the cult leader!

The young physician decided never to help him again, though he still cared about the cult leader's condition. But thinking it over, Elder Shang seemed pitiable, his love unrequited, so the young physician ended up giving him a little bit of help after all.

This bit of help lasted until the cult leader recovered and Elder Shang left the demonic cult, finally being sent to Doctor Chang's clinic, where the young physician reluctantly allowed him to stay.

The tragic incident at the wedding feast made the young physician feel he was the most pitiable, wondering why Elder Shang still ignored him.

One day, while continuing his research on the interrupted pregnancy medicine, Elder Shang came to find him, making the young physician nervous due to Elder Shang's increasingly cold demeanor.

He stood at the door, cautiously asking Elder Shang, "Is there something you need?"

Hearing such a distant tone, Elder Shang frowned and stated his purpose directly.

"I am leaving now, to bid you farewell."

This frightened the young physician, "You're leaving? Where will you go? Didn't you say you left the demonic cult? Do you have anywhere else to go?"

Elder Shang's expression darkened with each word, fixing the young physician with a stare, "How exactly do you see me? Am I nothing to you beyond my identity as a demonic cult elder?"

The young physician hurriedly shook his head, "That's not what I meant... Alright, if you must leave, then go. When will you come back? Shall I see you off from the valley?"

"No need," said Elder Shang. "We don't have to see each other again."

The young physician felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this, realizing the incident had indeed deeply troubled Elder Shang. Despite his reluctance and frustration, he felt unbearably distressed.

Seeing him silent, Elder Shang's expression turned even colder, offering only this explanation: "You don't like me, do you? I'll just leave then. You won't have to hide in your room or speak to me so cautiously every day. I'm not going to kill you."

The young physician was utterly confused by this. What did that mean?

After Elder Shang left, having made a decision after long consideration, the young physician scrambled after him, but in a blink, Elder Shang had disappeared. He felt anxious and regretted his lack of physical ability to keep up.

Feeling somewhat sorrowful, the young physician decided to return to his room to busy himself and numb the bitter taste in his heart, resigning himself to the inevitability of Elder Shang's departure, and sighed.

Suddenly, the door opened again, startling the young physician, causing him to drop his spoon into the medicine bowl with a splash, some of which splattered onto his face, scalding him. The person at the door hurried over upon seeing him clutch his face in pain.

"Did I scare you? What happened to your face?"

Recognizing the voice, the young physician was shocked and stared dumbfounded at Elder Shang, who had returned.

"Weren't you gone?"

Elder Shang's concern quickly turned to gloom, as he coldly said, "I left something behind. Came back to look for it. Not sure if you've seen it."

Dully, the young physician responded, after a moment's thought, he couldn't help but say, "I don't dislike you, Elder Shang. So, you don't have to leave."

Elder Shang said, "I frightened you that day, didn't I? Since you're so afraid of me, it's probably best I don't stay in the Valley of the Medicine King."

"No, I'm not afraid of you!" the young physician hurriedly waved his hands, "But if you smiled more often, perhaps you wouldn't seem so intimidating."

Hearing this, Elder Shang's expression turned even more ashen.

"Forget it, that thing wasn't so important. It's fine if it's lost. I'll be leaving now. Take care of yourself."

"Hey!"

The young physician didn't want Elder Shang to leave, so he quickly caught up to him, grabbing Elder Shang's hand, and urgently asked, "Why do you suddenly want to leave? Did my Valley of Medicine King mistreat you in any way?"

He had never initiated contact with Elder Shang before, intimidated from the start. This contact surprised Elder Shang, who decided to be frank, "Truth be told, I wished to spend the rest of my life with you, thinking your willingness to shelter me meant you had feelings for me, but..."

Elder Shang paused for a moment, his expression solemn as he looked at the young physician, "Zhao Changting, I don't want you to be afraid of me. Knowing you're scared whenever you see me, I can't shamelessly stay in the Valley of Medicine King. This is to give you peace. Besides, you've helped me numerous times without any refusal. Consider it a debt of gratitude from me, Shang Shen. If you need anything, just come to me, and I'll solve it for you."

"Let's leave it at that, farewell."

Elder Shang's words left the young physician utterly stunned, speechless from shock and a surge of joy, not expecting Elder Shang to be so straightforward in this regard. But before the young physician could react, the man was ready to leave.

Suddenly coming back to his senses, the young physician quickly stepped in front of Elder Shang, shouting, "Wait!"

Elder Shang was taken aback, looking at the young doctor strangely.

The young doctor's face turned red. Under Elder Shang's gaze, he became somewhat flustered, retracting his hand and stammering, "That... Elder Shang..."

"Is there anything else?"

The young doctor nodded, unsure of how to express himself, scratching his cheek unconsciously and whispering, "It's not that I don't like you, but... didn't you say you liked Master Mo?"

Elder Shang said perplexedly, "I did say something like that."

The young doctor looked at him solemnly, and Elder Shang continued, "Master Mo is my benefactor, and we grew up together. He is the only master I acknowledge, of course, I like him."

“……”

Elder Shang added, "But what does that have to do with you? My liking for you is different from my liking for the master."

"How is it different?" The young doctor was somewhat puzzled by Elder Shang's definition of liking.

Elder Shang thought for a moment and seriously said, "I like you, so I want to sleep with you, spend my life with you. But my liking for the master is different; I only want to assist him, to idolize him as a deity, without desiring any physical intimacy or harboring any improper thoughts. I just want to repay the master. Do you understand now?"

Speechless, the young doctor said, "That's not liking at all... Alright, then why are you still leaving? You say you like me but then leave me alone... Just stay, and from now on, we'll live our lives together."

Even someone as straightforward as Elder Shang had prepared himself for rejection, so the young doctor's casual acceptance surprised him greatly.

"Did you agree?"

The young miracle doctor nodded. This was a great opportunity. Since Elder Shang wasn't truly fond of Leader Mo, he certainly wouldn't miss it. Unconsciously, he raised his hand to rub his eyes, his cheeks flushed, and a smile briefly revealed two small dimples at the corners of his lips.

"I misunderstood you last time. I didn't mean to embarrass you, nor was I afraid of you. I thought..."

He thought he was being used as a substitute. But now that Elder Shang had broached the subject himself, it secretly thrilled the young miracle doctor, who rubbed his hands together in excitement. Yet, he felt he should show some restraint.

Elder Shang was not foolish. Hearing what the young miracle doctor said, he could clearly discern his intentions. But seeing him continuously rubbing his eyes, to the point one became red, Elder Shang couldn't stand by and pulled the young doctor's hand away.

"I asked you just now, what's wrong with your eye?"

With his hand still held, Elder Shang being so close and especially gentle, the young miracle doctor, with flushed face, explained softly, "It's nothing. Some medicine splashed into my eye earlier, but it's fine."

"What medicine? Was it poisonous?" Elder Shang frowned upon hearing this.

The young miracle doctor shook his head, thinking Elder Shang wouldn't leave now. He felt a bit nervous, his heart beating fast, and he spoke with some hesitation, "It's not poisonous. It even splashed into my mouth earlier. If it were poisonous, I would have been affected by now. It's just the fertility medicine I was working on... Fertility medicine!"

The young miracle doctor suddenly realized what he said and immediately covered his mouth.

Elder Shang's eyelid twitched, looking at him with an indescribable gaze, "You're still working on this."

The young miracle doctor's face was filled with horror, "It's over, I just took a few drops. Could it possibly..."

For other medicines, Elder Shang might have been concerned, but fertility medicine...

"You're overthinking it; this medicine won't work."

The young miracle doctor protested, "How is that possible? I've been working so hard, and it will be successful soon... Wait, what if it actually works? The problem is, I've taken this medicine!"

Elder Shang: "Oh."

The indifference of his new acquaintance left the young miracle doctor wanting to cry but without the tears, helpless. As for the success of the medicine, it was still too early to tell; at least a few months would be needed to see any result.

A few months later, spring returned.

Mo Jiao and Zhong Yi Xiao from Xian Yun Manor surprisingly sent gifts, leaving both Elder Shang and the young miracle doctor flattered, and even included some of the young doctor's favorite pastries.

The young miracle doctor was delighted but unexpectedly spat out a piece of pastry after eating it, retching uncontrollably to the alarm of Elder Shang and the regular physician.

That year passed...

Reflecting on it later, Elder Shang found the experience thrilling, concluding that the young miracle doctor must not be allowed to ingest medicines haphazardly, especially those he concocted himself.

Not a single drop, for what if an accident occurs?

PS. Elder Shang: I've said that the leader is only my goddess!

Side Story Two: The Guardians Left and Right

Having spent a bustling year on the mountain, the Left Guardian found no joy in it.

Not only was the stunning Leader Mo missing, but he also had to deal with the annoying affairs of the former Right Guardian and current Leader Xia, busy to the point of breathlessness because Leader Xia insisted on having him accompany her to the temple for prayers.

The Left Protector said, "Give me a break, I've already made plans to dine with Elder Ji."

Master Xia nonchalantly took him into the plum grove and said, "You plan to be Elder Ji's son's stepfather? I advise you to give it up. Why waste your youth on a woman whose son is almost as old as you?"

Since Sister Mo left, Elder Ji has taken over her position.

The Left Protector retorted, "Elder Ji's son and I are not together, okay? He's only fifteen years old, fifteen!"

Master Xia said, "I'm saying you're young, Left Protector."

The Left Protector huffed loudly, then realizing he'd been led by Master Xia's words, quickly retorted, "When did I ever say I wanted to be with Elder Ji? We're just having a meal! What's wrong with me treating her to a meal after she helped me out last time!"

Master Xia turned around with a smile, his years of experience lending a certain sharpness to his joyful expression.

"Is that so? Just a simple meal, huh. But today's meal is a reunion dinner, I think Elder Ji has already had her fill."

At this point, they arrived at the temple entrance, where a mute woman greeted Master Xia but quickly avoided the Left Protector before walking away.

The Left Protector was stunned for a moment, then glared at Master Xia and accused, "It's you again, isn't it! Now, all the women in the entire sect are afraid to talk to me, avoiding even a glance my way, and it's all your fault!"

Master Xia shamelessly laughed, "I did it for your sake, making everyone in the sect know you're mine. This way, no one will bother us, you must find my actions very considerate, right?"

"Nonsense!"

The Left Protector chased after him, cursing, "Who is your person? Then I'll apply to leave the demonic sect!"

Sect Leader Xia waved his hand, "I disagree."

The Left Protector was so angry he gritted his teeth but could do nothing about him.

As in previous years, Sect Leader Xia also made a wish to the divine tre

The Left Protector angrily retorted, "Stop talking nonsense, shut up!"

Master Xia laughed, "Last year, Zhong Yixiao also made a wish, guess what? In May, the sacred tree really bloomed, and afterward, elder brother came back. Look, that's where Zhong Yixiao made his wish."

"Really?"

The Left Protector, half-believing, took a glance but still coolly refused, "I won't write."

Master Xia sighed, "Alright then, I guess I'll have to write on your behalf. Do you have any wishes?"

The Left Protector said, "Drop dead."

Master Xia sighed again and carefully wrote a line on the red silk, shaking his head, "You really hate me to the bone."

After a while, the Left Protector couldn't resist looking over, only to see what Master Xia had written—

"May you forgive me soon."

"What is this?"

The Left Protector looked disgusted but was suddenly embraced from behind by Master Xia. The Left Protector frantically struggled, but his martial strength was too weak compared to Master Xia, who easily subdued him, then whispered regretfully, "My dear, it's been over a year, when will you forgive me?"

The Left Protector stopped moving, and Master Xia lamented, "Ever since I said those words to elder brother, you've ignored me. It was just one sentence, I know I was wrong, can't you forgive me? Weren't we fine before? You've been angry for over a year, and I'm suffering too, can't we make up?"

That phrase I said to Master Mo, "How could I possibly like someone as foolish as the Left Protector..."

Now recalling it, the Left Protector is still furious, scoffing, "Who's making up with you? And what's this about us being fine before? When have I ever been fine with you? Stop fabricating things!"

Master Xia sighed, "When you and Merchant Elder came to rescue me, wasn't it because you liked me? My dear, I truly like you too. Consider making up with me."

"Bah!" The Left Protector snarled, "I like you? In your dreams! I went because Master Mo ordered it..."

"Elder brother told me it was you who volunteered."

"Shut up! Let me go!"

The Left Protector, exploding in anger and then drowning in shame after pushing Master Xia away, shouted, "Keep dreaming! Expecting my forgiveness? Then go die! And stop calling that disgusting nickname, it makes me want to vomit my New Year's Eve dinner!"

"So, you're still angry, huh?" Master Xia sighed again, reminding kindly, "Besides, 'My dear' is your name, how can you say your own name is disgusting? I can't stand hearing that."

"Since when did I have such a disgusting name? Xia Jingming, you dead rot, are you seeking death?!"

Unperturbed by the Left Protector's near breakdown, Master Xia, looking at the wish on the red silk in his hand, shook his head helplessly, "Isn't 'Qin Qing' the name you hate most because I changed it? I've always remembered, your name is Qin Qing."

Hearing this name, the Left Protector suddenly froze.

Master Xia said, "I've always remembered your name. I met you when you were ten, and I took you up the mountain. Back then, I was too young to protect you from the court's pursuit, so I had to change your name. The name I chose for you resembles mine; doesn't that show I liked you?"

Initially touched by the beginning...

The Left Protector gritted his teeth, "Dare you say that changing my name was because you liked me?"

"Actually, no." Master Xia admitted, "When I brought you back, I found you an interesting kid, and I couldn't think of any other name, so I casually picked one similar to mine. This way, elder brother would know you were special to me, and then he sorted out your family matters."

"So, you were helping me after all?"

"That's one way to see it."

Initially, it was indeed Master Xia who saved the Left Protector. However, after changing his name and identity, then forgetting about him, it was only half a year later when the Left Protector confronted Master Xia again that he realized Master Xia had completely forgotten who he was.

From then on, the Left Protector harbored a deep resentment towards him, with his sole aim being to surpass Master Xia and reclaim his original name.

The Left Protector, furious yet mocking, said, "What a shameless Sect Master of the demonic cult, wouldn’t the world laugh hearing this?"

Master Xia, indifferent, responded, "It doesn’t matter what others think of me. Yes, I admit I was being unreasonable. But, can’t you forgive me for not wanting to? Yes, I changed your name and you've resented me for eleven years. How about this, I'll change your name back starting today; will you forgive me then?"

As if a name could change everything, the Left Protector glared at him, swiftly changing the subject, "When are you planning to leave? I won’t waste my time here. I’d rather go back to sleep than spend another moment!"

Master Xia, a bit disheartened, lowered his gaze and said, "It seems you really don't want to forgive me. Then, I can only pin my hopes on the divine tree."

The Left Protector inwardly clenched his teeth, tired of Xia's habitual act of playing the lovelorn. Over the past year, it had almost become a worn-out performance. Trusting him would be foolish, he thought, growing even more impatient.

"Hurry up!"

"If you're tired, you can sleep here for a while. I'll take you back later, of course, to my room, since I can warm the bed for you…" His teasing trailed off as Master Xia deflated, adding, "Or you can go back first."

The Left Protector couldn’t have asked for more and turned to leave immediately.

"Then, I will take my leave first."

"He really left…" Truly without sparing any feelings, Master Xia grimaced slightly, holding the red silk ribbon in his hands, feeling a bit melancholic, "It's all up to you now, wish me luck."

Mo Jiao once privately mentioned that people like the Left Protector are actually the luckiest. Although not the brightest, they do whatever they desire, always clear about what they love and hate, without the headache of deciphering others' schemes, simply because they couldn't conceive any. Such ingenuous people always live the most freely.

Yet, this person is also incredibly petty, leaving Master Xia utterly at a loss on how to deal with him.

The Left Protector's claim of dining with Lady Ji was merely a pretext, but Lady Ji did indeed meet him that night. He stood alone before the towering hall, gazing at the fireworks below, with a hint of redness in his eyes.

Lady Ji, having watched him grow up, approached to offer consolation upon noticing his alertness to her footsteps, quickly reverting to his usual detached demeanor, resembling a proud young noble.

With an air of someone who has seen it all, Lady Ji stood by him and sighed, "Missing home, aren't you, Left Protector?"

Startled, the Left Protector heard Lady Ji continue understandingly, "You joined the sect at ten, and I've watched you grow up. Now, you're not even twenty-two, and in a blink, you've grown up to become the Master's right hand."

The Left Protector: "...No..."

"Alright, no need to explain, I understand," Lady Ji said, then inquired, "I heard your family was once in officialdom but was exterminated after offending the court. Were you framed by someone?"

The Left Protector shook his head, "No."

"...Then what crime did your family commit?"

The Left Protector said, "Rebellion."

"...Did your family really rebel?" Lady Ji was somewhat surprised.

After a moment of thought, the Left Protector earnestly nodded.

Lady Ji was momentarily speechless, then remembered her intention to comfort him, sighing, "Let's not dwell on the past. Today's a day for reunion, you must feel sad not seeing your family. Try to see the brighter side; you still have your brothers in the demonic cult, right?"

Recollecting past memories, she smiled, "Everyone knows how well the Master treats you, and Mo Master too, he's been quite good to you. When leaving, he even instructed me to take extra care of you. I told him you're clever enough, hardly needing my help. See, in less than a year, you've surpassed me."

The latter part, purely consolatory, can be skipped, and the former part ignored, but it's the middle section that truly surprised the Left Protector, lighting up his eyes instantly, "Did Mo Master really ask you to look after me?"

Lady Ji nodded, "Yes, indeed. Mo Master is famously loyal and righteous. He remembers you stood by him through thick and thin during his troubles. Oh, and I remember, on your coming of age, Mo Master even gifted you a belt ornament, which you're still wearing, aren't you?"

Mentioning this, the Left Protector's face brightened with a smile, unconsciously gripping the exquisite jade pendant at his waist.

After an awkward conversation, the Left Protector's mood improved, and he prepared to return to his room to sleep, unaware that someone emerged from a dim corner behind him at that moment, it was Master Xia.

Master Xia, having stood there for who knows how long and likely overhearing everything, muttered somewhat gloomily, "Even the brother ranks higher than me."

Throughout the Spring Festival, Master Xia saw no sign of the Left Protector, for he had descended the mountain, only returning on the seventh day, making Master Xia realize this couldn't continue, as it nearly led the Left Protector to fully avoid him, risking all his efforts.

Thus, he decided to approach the Left Protector more proactively, only to find his resistance had intensified from annoyance to cold indifference.

Master Xia, puzzled by the Left Protector's thoughts and busy with various tasks, finally took a day off on the Lantern Festival to specifically ask the Left Protector to accompany him down the mountain.

The Left Protector, clearly reluctant, had no choice but to comply.

A walk down the mountain was just that, a waste of time at most, the Left Protector consoled himself.

Down the mountain, regardless of Master Xia's deliberately provocative words, he remained silent, refusing to engage, testing Master Xia's patience, which was nearly exhausted over the year, pulling him into an alley to confront.

"Left Protector, what exactly do you want from me? Haven’t I been good enough to you this past year? Was it not just one wrong statement? But I was only deceiving the brother, do you really need to stay angry till now?"

The Left Protector was caught off guard by his direct approach.

"It seems I really shouldn't have listened to the brother's advice. I should've just kept you tied by my side from the start, giving you any real power, letting you throw my face away every day..." Master Xia was indeed angry now, pinning the Left Protector against the alley, his tone ominous: "I've said before, if I wanted you, I have a hundred ways. Had it not been for the brother's persuasion, do you think you'd be where you are today? Qin Qing, I'm telling you, I'm really at my limit."

Stunned for a moment, the Left Protector then scoffed, showing an 'as expected' expression, "I said it, sooner or later you'd show your true colors, now you can't hold back anymore, can you?"

Master Xia, as if doused with cold water, calmed down slightly, gritting his teeth at the Left Protector, "What true colors... Where have I been bad to you, why won't you believe me?"

"Do you have anything that makes you trustworthy?" the Left Protector retorted.

Master Xia was speechless.

The Left Protector scoffed again, "Don't think I don't know, everyone laughs at me for being dumb, how could I not see? Yes, I might not be smart, but I can tell when you lied to me in the past, the truth was only spoken in front of Master Mo."

Master Xia couldn't deny it, resigning, "Alright, I admit I was teasing you then, but later it was real. Is believing me once really that hard?"

"Impossible," the Left Protector stated bluntly.

Master Xia felt defeated, having assumed the Left Protector would eventually be swayed by him, yet after more than a year of effort, he realized the Left Protector's previous refusals were serious, rejecting his sincerity now because he knew he was being played with from the start.

The day ended on a sour note. Afterwards, Master Xia no longer sought out the Left Protector, and unless necessary, the two did not meet. Elder Ji gradually noticed both the Left Protector and Master Xia had changed, with the Left Protector maturing from the reckless youth he once was. Though not the sharpest, he had become much more polished.

As for Master Xia, he used to smile often, but now he's mostly expressionless.

Rumors about the Left Protector and Master Xia within the sect gradually died down, and the number of girls around the Left Protector increased, yet the standoff between Master Xia and the Left Protector persisted.

Out of desperation, Master Xia wrote a letter to Mo Jiao, asking for advice about a friend who had foolishly toyed with someone's feelings, only to realize later that he truly loved that person, but by then, the person had grown to despise him deeply. He inquired if Mo Jiao had any suggestion on how to reconcile.

A few days later, Mo Jiao replied—

"I don't know."

After reading the letter, Master Xia felt deeply dejected, wondering why he even bothered asking his senior brother. Asking Senior Sister Mo would have been a better choice!

However, before he could receive a reply from Senior Sister Mo, a major incident occurred within the sect: Master Xia was poisoned. The poison was extremely cunning and dangerous, leaving Elder Ji with no choice but to shake his head in resignation and silently send word to Mo Jiao and others, hoping Elder Mo and the young physician could lend their assistance.

By that time, Physician Chang had already been summoned to the mountain.

Upon hearing the news, the Left Protector, just returned from the mountain's base and already two days late, disregarded all appearances and rushed to Master Xia's room. There, seeing the person lying on the bed with eyes tightly shut, he suddenly felt his eyes redden and, knees buckling, knelt by the bedside.

"You're not really dead, are you?"

Trembling, the Left Protector reached out to check Master Xia's breath, and at that moment, Master Xia opened his eyes, looking at the Left Protector with some surprise.

"Why are you here?"

The Left Protector didn't pick a fight this time, instead asking anxiously, "How are you feeling? What about the poison?"

Seeing his concern, Master Xia finally smiled, shaking his head, "I'm fine. Although the poison is strong, it's not as deadly as our sect's Heartbreak Powder. The scariest part is just that one might not survive past three days after being poisoned."

Hearing this, the Left Protector's eyes widened in shock, tears rolling down hotly, startling Master Xia. But as Master Xia raised his hand, the Left Protector hugged him tightly. The Left Protector's lips trembled as he suddenly urged, "Let's go find Elder Mo and the young physician! Their medical skills are so good, they even cured Master Mo, they can cure your poisoning quickly too!"

"I'm okay, don't worry..." Master Xia hadn't finished speaking before being cut off by the Left Protector.

"Today is the third day, how can I not worry!" said the Left Protector, attempting to help Master Xia up in a flurry, his face full of panic, "We must leave right now, if we hurry, perhaps we can find the young physician today..."

"Don't rush, my dear, listen to me..."

Xia Jingming found himself unable to continue speaking, for Left Protector was staring at him with tears in his eyes. Xia Jingming sighed, his voice carrying a hint of frailty, and asked, "What exactly do you want from me?"

Shaking his head with a sobbing tone, Left Protector said, "What am I supposed to do if you die... No one will bother me anymore, if you die, how can I continue to share the divine sect with you..."

Hearing this, Xia Jingming felt a wave of relief wash over him. He raised his hand to wipe away Left Protector's tears and asked, "So, you mean to say, if I survive, you'll forgive me?"

Left Protector paused, then nodded slowly, a bit sluggishly, and said, "Then let's go cure the poison!"

"No, no, no!" Xia Jingming quickly held him back, laughing, "Did you not hear them finish? Last night, Chang Yongyi already cured my poison. That man can suddenly display a burst of medical talent even with a knife at his throat, so I'm really fine now, truly."

Left Protector suddenly widened his eyes, feeling like he had been greatly deceived.

But Xia Jingming thought he had found a way to win over Left Protector and immediately pretended to be weak, clutching Left Protector, even his voice carried a trace of frailty.

"I really was poisoned, Qing Qing. I've been waiting for you these past few days, almost thought I wouldn't make it, and even told Ji Changlao that if I didn't survive, the divine sect should be handed over to you, for you to be the leader for a while."

Hearing this, Left Protector's eyes flickered with struggle once more.

Xia Jingming then hugged him tighter, whispering in his ear, "I truly like you, please forgive me."

Startled by such a fright, Left Protector gradually saw the light. Though he didn't nod, Xia Jingming could already discern the attitude in his eyes and, without a second word, leaned in for a kiss with Left Protector...

At the peak of the dream, Xia Jingming slowly awoke, feeling utterly weak, without a shred of strength. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the Left Protector from his dream waiting shyly for a kiss, but in reality, he was looking at him with disgust.

"What did you dream about, with such a disgusting expression!"

Xia Jingming: "......"

As his consciousness fully returned, he realized he hadn't been poisoned. After having a conclusive talk with Left Protector at the foot of the mountain, his mood had been down. Going out for a walk that evening, he caught a chill, compounded by overwork and depression, leading to heartache. After taking his medicine, he fell into a deep sleep, resulting in a beautiful dream.

It's clear, how could Left Protector ever cry for him?

Xia Jingming, supporting his aching forehead, sat up only to find that Left Protector hadn't left yet and was bringing the medicine over again.

"Not dead yet, so get up and take your medicine."

Xia Jingming was a bit slow to react, and after a pause, he sluggishly took the medicine bowl, asking Left Protector, "Qing Qing, was it you who took care of me all night?"

Left Protector snorted coldly, "Don’t flatter yourself!"

If it weren't for his continuous murmuring of ‘Qing Qing’ in his delirium, Left Protector would have left after one glance. Why else would he stay the night out of soft-heartedness to take care of him?

Xia Jingming, habitually not taking things to heart, obediently took the medicine. After returning the bowl to Left Protector and seeing him silent and about to leave, Xia Jingming suddenly realized something and called out to Left Protector’s retreating figure, "I realize my mistake now. All this time, I’ve been too presumptuous."

Hearing this, Left Protector paused in his steps, turning back in surprise to look at Xia Jingming.

"All along, my elder brother and sister have been too good to me. Anything I wanted, they would give me, even you were no exception. Perhaps because I thought this way, it made you feel I was too hard to accept, right?"

Faced with Left Protector's surprised look, Xia Jingming earnestly said, "Qing Qing, I'm serious this time. I never expected you would come back to save me under those circumstances. From that moment, I truly fell for you."

This somewhat startled Left Protector. He paused for a moment before suddenly asking, "Are you sure you haven't taken the wrong medicine?"

"...," Xia Jingming suddenly felt like he was talking to a wall.

The cold soon passed, and before long, Xia Jingming was back to his lively self.

Of course, his relationship with Left Protector also gradually improved, which Xia Jingming attributed to the heartfelt confession that day.

One day, he received a reply from Elder Sister Mo, which read—

"To win a beauty's heart, turn raw rice into cooked rice."

That night, Xia Jingming went out for a walk to clear his mind and ended up at the doorstep of the Right Protector. He decided to knock on the door and call someone out, intending not to leave once Left Protector opened the door.

To the disappointment of Sect Leader Xia, Left Guardian was still dressed too warmly. He went over, removed the whip from Left Guardian's waist, and said, "Sleeping with a whip?"

Surprisingly, Left Guardian didn't try to take it back, just watched as his whip was tossed aside, and then watched as that uninvited hand rested on his waist.

Sect Leader Xia said earnestly, "Left Guardian has been practicing with a whip since childhood, hasn't he?"

Left Guardian felt uneasy but didn't pull away, probably because of their recent reconciliation, only responding irritably, "So what if I have?"

Observing his reaction, Sect Leader Xia saw an opportunity. He embraced Left Guardian from behind, and sure enough, saw Left Guardian's ears turn red with embarrassment as he began to struggle slightly.

"It's nothing much, I just wanted to experience Left Guardian's waist techniques."

"Damn it, you really dare to... mm!"

The next day, Left Guardian was promoted to Vice Sect Leader of the demonic sect, with Sect Leader Xia successfully capturing the heart and soul of his beloved. A cause for celebration indeed.