Yu Zhiwen Rushes Over at Full Speed

Yu Zhiwen saw the message on the communication spiritual talisman in her hand, and her deep purple star-like eyes suddenly widened. She bit her lower lip tightly behind her black veil, and a faint trace of blood seeped out.

Her jade-like hand unconsciously clenched the spiritual talisman, and red marks appeared on her fair skin as Yu Zhiwen's body trembled slightly.

Just then, Lu Qingqing below, looking at the "Tale of the White Fox - Qingqing's Personalized Edition" in her hand, had entered the most crucial part of the story. She unconsciously hummed softly, murmuring the word "Senior Brother."

An endless rage surged in Yu Zhiwen's heart. She finally understood that this promiscuous cat below, and Rao Yuexi from before, were all more or less intimately involved with her younger brother.

Listening to the sounds of the mother cat's arousal from below, the anger in Yu Zhiwen's heart felt like it was doused with more gasoline. She struck out with a wave of spiritual energy, knocking Lu Qingqing unconscious, and then quickly flew towards the direction of the Front Peak banquet.

Yu Zhiwen felt immense regret for not bringing her Xiao Han back to the Qingyou Dao Sect sooner, allowing some promiscuous cats from who-knows-where to take advantage of him.

Today, Xiao Han was foolishly taken by an old woman to accompany her for drinks. If this were in a mortal palace, Yu Zhiwen would never have allowed her brother to leave her side.

Heh... Rao Yuexi, an old woman trying to steal my Xiao Han...

An old cow eating young grass, truly shameless!

The more Yu Zhiwen thought about it, the angrier she became. The surrounding spiritual energy surged as she rapidly flew towards the island in the center of the lake. She tightly gripped the Immortal Binding Rope she had taken out earlier, her purple star-like eyes dim and lifeless, with endless madness hidden beneath her deep, pool-like gaze.

Xiao Han... after leaving your sister for so many years, have you casually forgotten the rules your sister set for you...

It's fine... your sister has plenty of time to correct you slowly...

Yu Zhiwen felt as if her heart had been pierced by silver needles. Her brother, whom she had been searching for for over thirty years, seemed to have forgotten his sister's teachings and had his mind bewitched by the fox spirit of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect...

Yu Zhiwen still remembered how the little one in the palace had earnestly promised her that he wouldn't drink with other bad women...

As soon as Yu Zhiwen thought of this, she felt like she couldn't catch her breath, but a sliver of hope remained in her heart.

What if?

Yu Zhiwen subconsciously comforted herself. Xiao Han just didn't know she had been looking for him. When she appeared before Xiao Han later, her brother would surely repent...

Xuanyuan Sword Sect

Front Peak Lake Heart Island

Rao Yuexi paid no mind to Yu Zhiwen's absence. The banquet began, and the Core Formation cultivators present were accustomed to such scenes, so the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Only a small number of people were not part of the banquet's atmosphere. One was Jiang Huai'an, who had been reprimanded unceremoniously by Rao Yuexi earlier, and the other was Jiang Chenfeng, hiding in a corner.

Jiang Huai'an occasionally glanced up at Pei Yuhan, while Jiang Chenfeng stared intently at the hypocrite who had stolen his Innate Demonic Body in his youth.

Jiang Chenfeng sneered inwardly. He had obtained the inheritance of a powerful being and changed his appearance, so Jiang Huai'an didn't recognize him.

Thinking of how he would expose Jiang Huai'an's possession of the demonic body publicly during the sect competition tomorrow, a triumphant smile involuntarily spread across his lips.

Jiang Huai'an, I wonder how the esteemed Xuanyuan Sword Sect will handle having an Innate Demonic Body among them. What will you do, you hypocrite?

On the other side, Rao Yuexi, the host of the banquet, seeing that Yu Zhiwen hadn't arrived, no longer participated in the banquet's exchanges. She was solely focused on how to get Xiao Han drunk later, and then...

As soon as she thought of this, Rao Yuexi involuntarily squeezed her legs together, and a blush quickly spread across her face, even though she hadn't drunk anything.

"Martial Uncle, are you... perhaps I should do it instead, Yu Han."

Pei Yuhan turned to look at Rao Yuexi and was startled by the flushed expression on her face. He thought his Martial Uncle had drunk too much of the spiritual wine and quickly spoke up to persuade her...

Pei Yuhan himself hadn't touched a drop. The spiritual wine at the banquet were all treasured vintages of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. This spiritual wine contained immense spiritual energy, which Pei Yuhan, with his mere False Core cultivation, could not resolve.

Seeing her nephew's worried expression, Rao Yuexi couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, and the blush on her face deepened.

Xiao Han is actually worried about me...

Rao Yuexi gazed at Pei Yuhan's worried expression, momentarily lost in thought, and memories of the past surfaced in her mind.

Back then, she didn't have the current majesty of True Monarch Crimson Sleeve. She often went to the Shiyuan Sword Manor to drink, sometimes until late at night, and a figure in white would appear by her side.

At that time, Xiao Han was still childish. Although he already had some male characteristics, in her eyes, he was just a fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenager. Yet, he always liked to pretend to be an adult, just like her junior sister, urging her to drink less...

Rao Yuexi didn't know when she started to like this junior of hers, who was over a hundred years younger than her. However, Rao Yuexi still remembered that she used to visit the Shiyuan Sword Manor every few days, always wanting to bury the junior in her arms.

She would always deliberately drink until late at night, trick the little guy out, and then "bully" him fiercely in the quiet of the night.

But fate is unpredictable. Rao Yuexi felt regret; her junior nephew had become much more distant from her.

It made sense, though. She was assigned by the Sword Sect to guard the East Sea, and that unreliable Jiang Shiyuan also happened to go missing. The Shiyuan Sword Manor then faced suppression from the sect...

And she knew nothing about it. When she returned to the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, her nephew, whom she had missed for thirty years, seemed like a completely different person. He no longer felt close to her, his Martial Uncle, and had formed a Gray Core...

Rao Yuexi gazed at Pei Yuhan, lost in a daze, the thoughts hidden in her heart constantly wanting to break free.

I really want... I really want to hold Xiao Han tightly in my arms...

"Nephew..."

"Martial Uncle, what is it?"

Pei Yuhan's expression froze. He felt that his Martial Uncle was acting rather strange.

"Nephew, don't you remember, thirty years ago, you never called me Martial Uncle..."

Rao Yuexi's voice was calm, tinged with a hint of sadness. She picked up her wine cup and took a large gulp.

Hearing this, Pei Yuhan felt a pang of guilt and unconsciously lowered his eyes.

Before his master disappeared, his Martial Uncle often visited the Shiyuan Sword Manor, taught him cultivation, and even gifted him and his junior sister some elixirs.

Even after thirty years of storms, when Pei Yuhan saw True Monarch Crimson Sleeve, who had just returned from the East Sea, he felt a sense of inferiority towards his own martial aunt. He began to deliberately distance himself from her.

Pei Yuhan knew what he had done. To outsiders, he was still the senior disciple of Shiyuan Sword Manor, but having formed a Gray Core, his cultivation was hopeless for this lifetime. The hidden inferiority within made Pei Yuhan no longer wish to seek his martial aunt's care.

Rao Yuexi saw the reaction of the person before her, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. Her heart felt incredibly sour, and for a moment, she found it difficult to breathe.

Her Xiao Han… he was actually deliberately distancing himself from her…

"Martial nephew, may your martial aunt call you Xiao Han one more time?"

Before she could finish speaking, a surge of spiritual energy attacked, accompanied by the pressure of another Nascent Soul True Monarch. They were rapidly heading towards the island in the lake.