"I've been thinking. Hu Yuan has memories, and you're even more powerful than Hu Yuan. It's hard for me to believe you wouldn't have any," Mu Anxiao said, shaking her head slightly.
"You've forgotten, he was punished. I haven't made any mistakes, so naturally, I'm different from him," Feng Qishi said, his voice laced with urgency, hoping to prevent Mu Anxiao from discovering any more secrets.
"Why are you so agitated?" Mu Anxiao furrowed her brow.
"I... I have to be agitated. I'm a man! She was a woman in her previous life, and she cultivated demonic arts. You're comparing me to her, of course, I'm angry... no, agitated," Feng Qishi shifted his gaze.
Hearing Feng Qishi's words, Mu Anxiao couldn't help but smile. "That's true. You are a man, and you have a master. I'm sure even if your master gave you a hundred times the courage, you wouldn't dare cultivate demonic arts."
"Exactly!" Feng Qishi breathed a sigh of relief.
Mu Anxiao picked up her teacup, blew on the steam, and asked, "What do you think, is that green fellow's immortal technique powerful?" She then set down the teacup again.
"He said he's Shen Yan's junior disciple, so naturally," Feng Qishi paused to think, "he's not as powerful as Shen Yan."
"To be honest, I feel Hong Yan has internal injuries, and I'm worried he won't be able to tell," Mu Anxiao suddenly became serious.
"Don't worry, my junior disciple's immortal techniques are formidable."
Mu Anxiao smiled as she looked at Feng Qishi, who spoke so earnestly, and said, "Please be clear, he's Shen Yan's junior disciple, not yours. Also, that's not called immortal technique, it's called magic. Immortal techniques and spiritual energy are one category, while magic is another."
"I think, when talking about immortals, using 'immortal technique' sounds smoother. 'Magic'... it feels a bit low-level," Feng Qishi said, pinching his little finger.
"What do you mean low-level? That's how they've defined it. If you think it's low-level, why don't you define it?" Mu Anxiao rolled her eyes. "You're incredibly picky."
"I don't care. I'm going to call magic 'immortal technique' from now on. Let's see what you can do about it," Feng Qishi said deliberately in a petulant tone.
Mu Anxiao looked at Feng Qishi's face and nodded helplessly. "Alright, do whatever makes you happy. Anyway," she propped her chin on one hand, "I'm just a good-for-nothing."
"Mu Idiot, can you please stop calling yourself useless? I didn't think you were useless at first. But the more you say it," Feng Qishi stared intently at Mu Anxiao's profile, "the more I really think you are quite useless."
Mu Anxiao didn't feel anything when she called herself useless, but hearing Feng Qishi say it, her mind heated up, and she blurted out, "I'm not useless."
Feng Qishi smiled. "That's more like it." He picked up his cup. "Cheers."
Mu Anxiao pointed at her teacup. "I'll drink yours, and you drink the hot one." As she said this, she tried to snatch Feng Qishi's cup. Feng Qishi quickly dodged her hand and said, "I don't want to use your cup."
"I haven't used my cup," Mu Anxiao pointed at her own cup.
"That's still no good. Don't think you can take advantage of me," Feng Qishi said, taking a sip of his tea.
Mu Anxiao's lips twisted. "A stingy person drinks tea, your master will hit your crooked mouth."
"It's more likely my master will hit your crooked mouth," Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao and said.
Mu Anxiao snorted lightly and picked up her cup to cool it down further.
Feng Qishi smiled faintly. "In the future, you'd better not talk to me with such a serious attitude. I'm not used to it."
"Alright, alright, I won't be serious," Mu Anxiao said, looking sideways at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi looked into Mu Anxiao's eyes and said, "Straighten your eyeballs."
As soon as Mu Anxiao heard this, she straightened her eyeballs.
Feng Qishi couldn't help but chuckle at Mu Anxiao's obedient, silly expression and said nothing.
In the room next door, the green-clad man sat at the table looking at the sleeping Hong Yan. With one hand, he was healing her internal injuries above her body, and with the other, he gently stroked her head.
At the same time, Hong Yan, in her sleep, felt a warm current enter her body. She slowly opened her eyes and said, "Mu Anxiao, what are you doing?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?" the green-clad man said, withdrawing his hand.
Hong Yan was startled and turned her head to look at the green-clad man, saying, "Young Master."
"Fortunately, I'm clever. I sensed something was wrong with your reaction and came to check. Otherwise," the green-clad man gently patted Hong Yan's head, "you would have been waiting to die!"
"Young Master, I was wrong," Hong Yan said, lowering her rabbit face slightly.
"It's good that you know you were wrong. You..." the green-clad man moved his hand away and said, "Are you a rabbit from the cultivation sect?"
"Yes," Hong Yan replied readily.
"Do you know the rabbit spirit from today?" the green-clad man asked again.
Hong Yan hesitated for a moment and said, "I know her, but I think she probably doesn't know me anymore."
"Can you lure her out?" the green-clad man asked seriously.
"You want to kill her?" Hong Yan exclaimed in surprise.
"She harms the common people, shouldn't she be punished?" the green-clad man's tone was stern.
Hong Yan's eyes darkened as she said, "I don't want to do that."
"Hong Yan, I know you're different from them." The green-clad man reached out as if to touch Hong Yan, but Hong Yan dodged. "I don't want to do that."
"Why?" the green-clad man asked.
Hong Yan looked up at the green-clad man and said, "Young Master, we've only known each other for less than a day, and you're asking me to do this and that. Do you think that's realistic?"
"It's not realistic," the green-clad man said, lowering his gaze.
"I'm helping you find the immortal destiny girl just to transform into human form. If you don't want to help me," Hong Yan said, "I don't mind."
"Hong Yan..."
"Young Master, I'd like to rest. Thank you for healing my injuries," Hong Yan interrupted, closing her eyes.
The green-clad man hadn't expected Hong Yan to say such things. Looking at Hong Yan's sleeping face, his eyes darkened. "Alright then, you rest." With that, he stood up and left the room.
Next door, Mu Anxiao finally took a sip of her tea. "The water in your bathtub should be cold by now."
"It doesn't matter. He's an immortal; he's used to cold showers," Feng Qishi said calmly.
"I wouldn't be able to do that," Mu Anxiao said, hearing the door behind her creak open.
"You're back," Feng Qishi said, turning to look at the green-clad man, who had a constipated expression.
The green-clad man walked over, ignoring Feng Qishi, and looked at Mu Anxiao. "Help me."
"Did you kill her?" Mu Anxiao asked, leaning sideways at the green-clad man, her eyes wide with surprise.
"No," the green-clad man shook his head. "I think she has a problem."
"A problem?" Mu Anxiao was startled.
"I asked her if she was a rabbit from the cultivation sect, and she said yes. Then I asked her to help lure out the rabbit spirit, and she..." the green-clad man's mouth twisted. "Suddenly changed her tone."
"Are you an idiot?" Feng Qishi asked inexplicably.
The green-clad man blinked his eyes and said, "What's wrong with me?"