The Demon Cult's branch was not large, and coupled with its high degree of concealment, there were few locations confirmed by the martial world as Demon Cult branches.
Mo Liyue simply abandoned those branches that had already been exposed and transferred the people into other branches or back to the main headquarters.
Mo Liyue was so busy she had no time to rest, and her worried expression affected Xing Yuan.
She couldn't think of a good solution for a while, so she set her sights on Mo Liyan, who was obediently staying in his room.
Mo Liyan knew he couldn't help. A large part of the danger this time was due to his reckless actions, so he usually spent his time practicing martial arts, eating, and sleeping, rarely leaving his courtyard.
One day, Xing Yuan, taking advantage of Mo Liyue's busyness and lack of attention, sneaked into Mo Liyan's room, intending to get a little revenge for her past self.
Although he didn't do it intentionally, and it was only by chance that he went there, did Xing Yuan need a reason to want to beat someone up?
The conditions were simple. Xing Yuan used an ordinary sack to cover Mo Liyan's head and began her retaliation.
Mo Liyan didn't react the first time and took a solid beating.
Xing Yuan originally intended to call it even, but she was too bored in the Demon Cult, so... Mo Liyan faced a second beating.
Looking at Mo Liyan, who was lying on the ground with a sack over his head, seemingly giving up on struggling, Xing Yuan kicked the sack idly. In her heart, she lamented why she liked Mo Liyue so much, yet felt the urge to hit Mo Liyan, even though they were born of the same parents.
She left gracefully. After two days of looking like a bruised pig's head, Mo Liyan had a sudden realization. When Xing Yuan came to beat him for the third time, he quickly dodged the sack and saw Xing Yuan's face.
"Why are you here?" Mo Liyan asked in confusion.
"No, wait. Are you the one who's been beating me these past few days?" Mo Liyan quickly reacted, his face turning red with anger.
You don't hit someone in the face, and even though he was wearing a sack, why did she still hit his face? This was simply inhumane, making him too embarrassed to see her for days.
Xing Yuan nodded indifferently, replying, "What, you can't even beat me and you have the nerve to act tough?"
Mo Liyan looked at Xing Yuan and gradually gripped his sword.
He said in a deep voice, "If that's the case, then please give me your guidance!"
Then, gripping the hilt and raising his sword for a downward slash, Mo Liyan charged forward.
Xing Yuan yawned lazily and simply jumped a little to the left, perfectly evading Mo Liyan's attack.
Mo Liyue's eyes were full of determination. The tip of his sword tilted slightly and swept towards Xing Yuan. Xing Yuan continued to dodge perfectly. With more and more moves, although none of them landed a hit, Mo Liyan was already panting from exhaustion.
Xing Yuan shook her head helplessly. Although, strictly speaking, Mo Liyan's martial arts were all taught by her, she never said he had to strictly follow her teachings!
Who would have thought that Mo Liyan, who had a genius physique, would have such a dull mind? He used hundreds of moves, yet he couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes, which greatly disappointed Xing Yuan.
Xing Yuan looked at Mo Liyan's still unconvinced expression and sighed, saying earnestly:
"Alas! Who was it that said a teacher for a day is a teacher for life? What? You can't take a few hits from your master now? When I taught you swordplay, I hit you countless times!"
"Wh-what? Are you really my master? But..." You've changed so much! Mo Liyan's jaw almost dropped, looking utterly speechless.
This person was not the same as the master in his memory; they were completely unrelated. How could this be the cruel master from his memory!
"You don't believe me?" Xing Yuan smiled slyly. As Mo Liyan hesitantly nodded, she suddenly attacked.
A sentence also appeared in Mo Liyan's ear, "It's okay if you don't believe me, I'll help you recall, and then you'll be sure."
Familiar memories swirled in Mo Liyan's mind, and he finally collapsed on the ground without any resistance.
"It's been so long? You haven't improved at all," Xing Yuan stretched her limbs and lectured him hypocritically.
Mo Liyan buried his head deeply in the ground, indicating he didn't want to talk to her.
Xing Yuan pouted, then took two steps forward and pulled him up, handing him a bottle of wound medicine.
Xing Yuan patted the dust off him and said, "Alright, stop pretending. I didn't go all out. It's just some superficial injuries, they'll heal in a few days."
Mo Liyan suppressed the bitterness in his heart, suddenly thought of something, and his eyes lit up. He then asked with a confused expression, "That's not right! Master, didn't you say you wanted to die at home? Why did you suddenly come out and follow my sister?"
Xing Yuan paused, then said righteously, "What's it to you? I came out because I wanted to. Besides, it's all because I was worried you'd get me into trouble. Now my guess has been confirmed, the martial world is in chaos because of you."
This was the benefit of having seniority; when punishing a junior, no one dared to refute her to her face. How delightful!
Although Xing Yuan intended to distract Mo Liyan, he was persistent. A hint of confusion appeared on his face, and then he said casually, "But... back then, in that place, I seem to remember Master saying some things.
Oh yes, it seems Master said she wanted to be my sister's male concubine. This... this might not be appropriate!"
"How is it not appropriate?" Xing Yuan glared at him, her hands itching to move. This damned mouth, should she just physically seal it?
"Exactly, Master, look at the seniority. How should I address you in the future? And have you two..."
A faint blush appeared on Xing Yuan's face, and her eyes were thoughtful. She looked at Mo Liyan with more favor.
That's right! She seemed to have not exercised her rightful authority!
"You make a good point, but we'll discuss these matters later. I suddenly remembered some things I haven't done. You should heal your wounds first. I'm leaving now."
Xing Yuan said this and then hurried away.
Mo Liyan watched Xing Yuan's retreating back, a smile of having survived a disaster appearing on his face, though it was tinged with a hint of cunning.
He was truly a good brother, rare in the world. However, he never thought that one day his master would be tied to his sister. But for him, this was a good thing.
After all, the two people he feared most in this world were together, so they wouldn't have time to bother him. Of course, it was also possible that they would team up to bully him.
But it didn't matter, even if he couldn't win, he could still run!