CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 213: IF NEEDED, I WILL COME TO FIND YOU AGAIN

"Does it count or not?"

Upon hearing these words, Wen Zhixing was immediately stunned. That’s not it! I was just being polite. Why did she take it so seriously?

This wasn’t Wen Zhixing being ungrateful. It was just that this time, he had suffered an unwarranted disaster. The whole incident originally had nothing to do with him. If it hadn’t been for this Qinglian Fairy, he wouldn’t have fallen into such danger. Saving her was the right thing to do, what’s there to thank me for? She’s absorbed so much of my Yang Qi; doesn’t she know anything about gratitude?

"What? Were the words you just said all in jest?" Qinglian Fairy, catching onto Wen Zhixing’s hesitation, her expression instantly grew frosty.

"Not at all, Qinglian Fairy," Wen Zhixing said with a gentle smile, then nodded earnestly. "If the Fairy needs help with anything, just let me know."

Her cultivation is too strong. It’s best to endure for now. There will come a day when I’ll be able to easily take her down.

"Don’t worry, I only need a small favor from you." Seeing Wen Zhixing so cooperative, Qinglian Fairy’s tone softened slightly. "I need to borrow your Yang Qi to adjust the Yin Yang Balance within my body. When the time comes, I will find you if needed."

"Oh, it’s just that? No big deal. Fairy, feel free to find me anytime." Wen Zhixing’s heart immediately relaxed, and he confidently patted his robust chest. The smile on his face also became more natural.

So, she needs Yang Qi. I don’t have much else, but I have plenty of that.

"Then, Qinglian Fairy, I shall take my leave," Wen Zhixing said with a slight bow, preparing to depart.

"Alright." Qinglian Fairy nodded, but then her lustrous eyes suddenly glanced downwards, her tone playful as she said, "However, I suggest you get dressed first."

That’s right. At this moment, Wen Zhixing was still undressed. Completely naked. His muscular and masculine, perfect body had been fully exposed to Qinglian Fairy’s eyes from the very beginning.

It actually seems a bit bigger than before. The saying that chubbier men often appear shorter [down there] is really true, Qinglian Fairy thought, making a mental comparison and reaching her conclusion. She didn’t even realize that she, who normally should have loathed the sight of men, was not particularly bothered by Wen Zhixing’s physique at this moment.

"Thank you for the reminder, Fairy." Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing also realized the situation, but he showed no sign of embarrassment.

No worries. Confidence is what I’m all about. After all, she’s seen it all before.

「...」

Outside the house, Murong Fenghua and Li Juncheng were still waiting in silence. Neither of them spoke a word.

"Everything now depends on Wen Zhixing’s capabilities." Murong Fenghua’s face didn’t show much urgency. Her eyes conveyed a profound meaning.

Wen Zhixing’s guess was correct. Murong Fenghua had deliberately fed him the wrong elixir this time. She had merely seized the opportunity; no matter how urgent things had seemed, she would never have actually given that kind of elixir to Wen Zhixing. Her true aim was to create a suitable chance for the two of them to be alone.

"Let’s hope everything goes smoothly," Murong Fenghua’s eyes flickered. She wasn’t very confident, either. After all, Qinglian Fairy had been waiting for her for so many years, which showed her dedication. Murong Fenghua had almost been moved. Unfortunately, she wasn’t interested in women. The two were destined not to be together.

However, Murong Fenghua wasn’t aiming for an overnight success. She only hoped Wen Zhixing would change her, bit by bit.

"Fairy Murong," Just then, Li Juncheng approached and saluted.

"Is something the matter?" Murong Fenghua replied politely, her tone neither warm nor cold.

She wasn’t very familiar with Li Juncheng, so she couldn’t say whether she liked or disliked him. She just felt he was somewhat incompetent, having failed to win Qinglian Fairy’s heart after all these years.

Li Juncheng got straight to the point, not beating around the bush. "Earlier, Fairy Murong, you mentioned Wen Zhixing is from Youzhou. I was wondering if he has joined any factions in Zhongzhou yet?"

"Oh, are you thinking of recruiting him?" Murong Fenghua’s lips curled into a smile, her expression amused. However, her gaze remained fixed on the situation inside the house.

It seems... it’s gone quiet. Is it coming to an end?

"Exactly," Li Juncheng nodded. "My Purple Cloud Divine Sect is selecting a new batch of Godsons soon. With Wen Zhixing’s aptitude, he should be able to secure a spot."

Clearly, Li Juncheng was impressed by Wen Zhixing’s talent and wanted to recruit him early on.

"A Godson of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect?" Murong Fenghua mused, her gaze shifting to Li Juncheng. "With his talents, do you think he couldn’t make it anywhere else? He could even join the inner sect of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land. I’m sure plenty of Elders would want to take him as their disciple."

"Fairy Murong is joking. Although the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land is prestigious, sometimes it’s inevitable that we are not our own masters," Li Juncheng replied with a smile. "This is something you must understand deeply, Fairy Murong."

As soon as these words were spoken, Murong Fenghua’s expression sobered slightly.

Li Juncheng isn’t wrong about that. Yes, not being one’s own master...

If one became an inner sect disciple of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, while there were many benefits, one also had to take on corresponding responsibilities. Joining the inner sect required consideration of many things.

If he merely joined the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land as an outer sect disciple, Wen Zhixing would still have no backing, no support behind him. The title of outer sect disciple of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land could only represent a person’s talent. Background, status, identity—none of that would apply.

An outer sect disciple, if they died, they just died. If anything happened, the Holy Land might not intervene. At most, they would help collect the corpse.

The outer sect of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land was like a school. As long as you passed the enrollment assessment, you could enter. But what happened afterward was not really their concern.