"I'm crying so horribly?" the youth pointed at himself, his face filled with disbelief.
"Master, you actually dislike me???"
Then he said aggrievedly, "Master, don't you remember? You used to praise me as the best-sounding crier among all beasts. Besides..."
The youth scoffed, "My true form is the Nine Infant. Our clan has quite a knack for this. Not many in the world can resist the cries of our clan. How can Master dislike me like this?"
The youth then began to cry again, his form becoming increasingly ethereal.
"Master, I just came to help. Who knew everyone treated me like some immortal? Wuwuwu~ I don't want to be an immortal! I'd rather be called an immortal with every breath," the youth was extremely wronged, his swollen eyes from crying struggling to open wide to look at Xing Yuan.
Xing Yuan gritted her teeth, "Shut up!"
Had she really praised his crying as pleasant? Was it not just a polite remark? He was crying so much that she was on the verge of killing him. She couldn't possibly have such poor judgment!
The youth stared at Xing Yuan with his swollen, tear-filled eyes, even letting out a few crying hiccups.
Watching the youth's form gradually fade, Xing Yuan said coldly, "Let's talk business!"
The youth hiccuped and whimpered as he spoke, "Alright! Although I couldn't awaken Master's self-awareness, I left a gift for Master. I waited here specifically to give it to Master."
The youth's gaze was clear, completely unlike the legendary Nine Infant. Without waiting for Xing Yuan's reaction, he directly shoved the item into her hands.
A white glowing sphere entered Xing Yuan's sea of consciousness. However, sensing no threat from the white sphere, her sea of consciousness accepted it, actively drawing out a wisp of power to refine this strange white sphere.
Xing Yuan's consciousness gradually blurred as her sea of consciousness began to refine the white sphere. The last sound she heard was the youth's apology, "I'm sorry, Master! I forgot that your current soul strength is not yet enough to fully refine it."
Xing Yuan fainted. When she woke up again, she saw Mo Li Yue's worried eyes.
"Are you alright? How did we faint here? Did you see where the soporific incense was coming from?" Mo Li Yue asked.
Xing Yuan shook her head, feeling a little guilty. Because, if her guess was correct, this so-called soporific incense was related to the youth who had recognized her earlier.
In a broad sense, it was related to her, so she guiltily clutched her head, saying she had a headache.
Mo Li Yue didn't ask further. However, she found it strange. When she had fainted earlier, Xing Yuan had been standing outside the wooden house. How had Xing Yuan's position changed when she woke up?
She strongly suspected there was someone else here. But after waking up, she had searched inside and out, and there was indeed no one else. So, she could only attribute it to her own misperception.
Xing Yuan was naturally intelligent, and coupled with her understanding of her own sister, she knew what Mo Li Yue was thinking with a roll of her eyes. Thus, she spoke in a soft tone to divert her attention.
"Sister~ Look, why hasn't the young master of the Demonic Sect woken up yet?"
Xing Yuan was unaware of the relationship between the two. After all, she had not been in the Demonic Sect for long, and all her attention was focused on Mo Li Yue. As for Mo Li Yan...
Although she had taken him as a disciple in the past, it was only to prevent her lineage from being severed. As for the youth's name, she disdained to ask. She would never see him again anyway, so what was the point of knowing his name so clearly?
This led to Xing Yuan looking at Mo Li Yan with a glint in her eyes. How could she not give such a disciple who would betray his master a good beating!
In contrast, Mo Li Yue gently patted Mo Li Yan's face, trying to wake him up.
As soon as she woke up, she had seen Xing Yuan lying on the ground. In her panic, she had forgotten the purpose of her coming here. After supplying Xing Yuan with internal energy for a while, and only after Xing Yuan woke up and reminded her, did she remember that she had a brother who caused trouble every day.
Mo Li Yan woke up with a red face from being patted (purely from the force of the pat).
Upon seeing the person patting him, he instinctively said, "Sister, can't you be gentler?"
Who was he calling sister? Upon hearing Mo Li Yan speak, Xing Yuan's eyes were filled with murderous intent. There was still a way to live for a disciple who betrayed his master, but if he wanted to snatch her sister... then she would definitely open the gates of hell and send him on his way with a flourish.
Mo Li Yue unhappily patted her foolish brother's head and said impatiently, "If I were gentler, would you wake up? If you're not dead, get up quickly and tell me what's going on! What did you do to be wanted by the entire righteous path?"
Mo Li Yue had always known her foolish brother's intelligence was questionable. If it weren't for his usual good luck, he would have died countless times since childhood. This time, he had caused a major incident, and cleaning up this mess would be quite difficult for her.
Mo Li Yan innocently waved his hands, sighed deeply, and prepared to explain to his sister. He looked up and saw Xing Yuan standing there with a cold expression.
"Mas... Master?" Mo Li Yan flinched backward in fright.
Others thought it was a good thing for him to have received this martial arts inheritance, but for him, a second-generation disciple of a demonic sect, it was a nightmare.
Although martial arts were neither good nor evil, the year he spent practicing martial arts was extremely difficult. His master was simply heartless!
He woke up earlier than the roosters and slept later than the dogs. After a year of arduous training, he was finally allowed to leave. Since childhood, he had never worked so hard, except for the time he left the Demonic Sect to travel the martial world.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried to escape, but every time he ran, his master wouldn't actively chase him. Instead, he would set up a few illusionary formations in town. While he was crying and begging for mercy, going in circles, his master would release him.
Then, he would calmly ask, "Do you know your mistake? Will you run again next time?"
And every time he failed to escape, he would be subjected to additional training. Therefore, as soon as Mo Li Yan saw Xing Yuan, his entire face turned pale with fear, feeling as if his master was about to drag him back for training.
Xing Yuan had clearly also remembered. She smiled with ill intent, then lowered her gaze, her eyes beneath her thick eyelashes blinking gently. Then, with a look of confusion, she grabbed Mo Li Yue's sleeve and said innocently:
"What are you talking about?"
Mo Li Yan had only ever seen his master's cold and ruthless demeanor. Seeing such a girlish demeanor, Mo Li Yan shook his head, thinking that his master's cold image would absolutely not allow for such behavior, so the person in front of him must just look like his master.
Mo Li Yan looked at the innocent and cute Xing Yuan, who exuded a lively spirit, and could not reconcile her with his master's rigid personality.
So, he said sheepishly, "I'm sorry, little sister. Brother mistook you."
Xing Yuan sneered inwardly. Her unfilial disciple still wanted to take advantage of her. If it weren't for the fact that she had suddenly learned that this foolish disciple was her sister's biological brother just before she drew her sword, and she was worried about tarnishing her already poor image.
She should have directly accepted the title of "Master" just now and openly vented her anger. It was truly a pity now!