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The life that should have been hers had been stolen, bit by bit, by Li Zi!

She should have been their junior sister!

She should have been the one to receive the Myriad Flower Divine Bone!

Ran Zirou pressed her lips together stubbornly. "Li Zi, you've already driven me out of the Sect. Isn't that enough? Do you want to use this trick to drive me out all over again?"

She trembled with anger and caught hold of the corner of Bao Yuanwu's robe.

"I never should have come to your Sect. All I get here is another false accusation from her. I didn't touch her just now! Besides, her cultivation is higher than mine. How could I have pushed her over? She's faking it!"

Bao Yuanwu's heart melted as the woman he longed for clutched his robe, depending on him so vulnerably.

He couldn't help smiling as he gently drew her into his arms to comfort her.

With her soft warmth against him, Bao Yuanwu's cheeks flushed scarlet.

How could a steadfast, resilient woman like Rou'er lie?

There had to be some misunderstanding.

[Host, take a lesson from her. She can lie through her teeth without even preparing a story. And you should use your own charm to win over your senior brothers.]

Li Zi rolled her eyes inwardly. [Why would I want to win them over? I'm not in the habit of having people pour their cultivation into me. I'd feel safer cultivating bit by bit on my own.]

The system flipped through the book again. [Oh, your Second Senior Brother specializes in Body Tempering and has a firm will, but the Dual Cultivation technique Ran Zirou learned is his weakness. In the original story, after he slept with her once, he became madly obsessed with her. In the end, he was also the first man to pour his cultivation into her, giving her everything he'd cultivated in his lifetime.]

Bao Yuanwu stiffened.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, and suddenly his skin crawled all over.

Give Ran Zirou everything he'd cultivated in his lifetime?

That...

He thought of the bones and muscles he tempered every day, the times he'd escaped death beneath beasts' claws, and the training he'd never stopped, through bitter cold and scorching heat.

After enduring so much, how could he possibly give his cultivation to someone else?

Li Zi was muttering to herself when Ran Zirou's words reached her, and her eyes flew wide in shock.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you leave willingly with your mother? Everyone in the Sect knows that! What does it have to do with me? How did that turn into me driving you out?"

Ran Zirou pressed her lips tight. Her flower-like face was taut, as though she truly had suffered some terrible wrong, yet she gritted her teeth and put on a brave front.

She struck the pose perfectly, instantly drawing in both Bao Yuanwu and Yu Lin.

Bao Yuanwu promptly pushed Li Zi's inner voice from his mind and held the beauty close, soothing her softly.

When he looked at Li Zi, there was a chill in his eyes.

"Junior Sister, if there's nothing else, I'll take Rou'er away. Don't summon her here again."

Li Zi was baffled. "When did I ever summon her?"

Bao Yuanwu's gaze faltered, but the woman in his arms gave his sleeve a timid tug.

That tug pulled away his reason, too. Bao Yuanwu frowned and left with an arm around Ran Zirou.

Yu Lin, however, gave Li Zi a few more puzzled looks.

Once the two were out of earshot, he asked hesitantly, "Junior Sister, who is Rou'er's mother?"

What he really wanted to ask was why Ran Zirou would destroy his cultivation and give it to a man.

But he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Li Zi smoothed her skirt, looked up at him, and answered brightly, "Immortal Ziyang."

"Senior Brother, don't tell me Sister Ran never told you? Everyone in the Sect knows. Oh dear, I suppose you don't mean much to her after all."

Yu Lin's face darkened.

Such a biting tone.

He preferred the junior sister from earlier, the one so frail she could barely take care of herself.

But...

Ran Zirou's mother was Immortal Ziyang!

Ran Zirou had clearly told him about her miserable background: after she was expelled from the Sect, even her mother disliked her and wouldn't let her cultivate.

But that was Immortal Ziyang!

Immortal Ziyang was famous throughout the cultivation world as a

formidable

woman. For the sake of cultivation, she could even spend decades alone in the Extreme Cold Region. She often reminded her disciples to work hard at cultivating and grow stronger. How could she treat her own daughter that way?

And why was this whole affair so tangled?

Wasn't Immortal Ziyang the woman Second Martial Uncle loved? When had she had a daughter?

Everything he'd heard today was too fantastical. Yu Lin stumbled off, needing somewhere to make sense of it all.

Bao Yuanwu, on the other hand, had a beauty in his arms and no attention left for anything else.

He walked down the mountain with an arm around Ran Zirou, comforting her in a soft voice all the way. He was attentive indeed.

The Fifth Elder, spying from the rooftop, looked grim.

He said in a low voice, "Yuanwu specializes in Body Tempering. Though he's only just reached the Golden Core Stage, his body is already as tough as an Earth-Rank Spirit Beast's, hard and nearly indestructible. If she drains his yang to replenish her yin and damages his Primordial Yang, the loss will be devastating."

The Sect Master waved a hand. "Hurry and stop them. Don't let anything happen between them. I'll find Yu Lin."

They split up.

Li Zi, meanwhile, learned from the system that Ran Zirou and Bao Yuanwu were already preparing to head down the mountain.

On the way down, Ran Zirou would succeed in taking Bao Yuanwu's Primordial Yang.

Li Zi perked up at once.

She had to go watch the spectacle.

As they passed the Sect's Main Peak, quite a few disciples came forward to greet them.

They recognized Ran Zirou at a glance.

One female disciple said delightedly, "Junior Sister Ran, you're back at the Sect? How are things at the Hehuan Sect? Your mother must have prepared plenty of cultivation resources for you."

Ran Zirou clearly felt Bao Yuanwu's hand tighten around her waist.

Afraid he would notice something amiss, she slipped her slender fingers between his and lowered her voice.

"I'll explain later."

At the feel of her delicate palm against his, cold sweat beaded on Bao Yuanwu's forehead.

His throat bobbed, but it felt so tight he couldn't speak.

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