Chapter Seven: Master, the Snow Lotus I Intended to Present to You Has Already Been Consumed by Me

Yu Wanqiao looked at Xie Wenyun with a mocking gaze.

"If you have the guts, just kill me outright!" she said with great effort.

Seeing her glare at him with such hatred, Xie Wenyun couldn’t help but loosen his grip.

Yu Wanqiao immediately pushed him away and began to cough violently.

Xie Wenyun had struck with lethal force.

But before Yu Wanqiao could fully react, he pulled her up again.

“Get up and apologize to Weiwei.”

“I spit on that apology,” Yu Wanqiao spat at him and slapped him across the face.

Xie Wenyun didn’t even flinch; the slap was meaningless to him.

But Yu Wanqiao’s actions had already enraged him.

He grabbed her again, trying to force her down, compelling her to kneel.

Bai Chuwei was already terrified.

She hadn’t expected Xie Wenyun to be so mad.

She quickly said, “Senior Brother Xie, it’s not necessary, I’m fine.”

Before she could finish, Xie Wenyun cut her off.

“Shut up.”

Bai Chuwei was immediately too scared to speak.

Yu Wanqiao refused to kneel, and Xie Wenyun, losing his patience, kicked her knee hard.

Yu Wanqiao let out a muffled grunt and instinctively bent down.

Seeing this, Xie Wenyun smiled in satisfaction.

But it lasted less than two seconds before Yu Wanqiao said, “You can only act domineering in front of the current me. Why didn’t you treat me like this before? Don’t worry, everything that happened today, I will repay you double in the future.”

Infuriated, Xie Wenyun immediately increased his force several times over.

Yu Wanqiao felt as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on her shoulders.

The next moment, just as Xie Wenyun was about to kick again, a voice came from behind.

“Stop!”

Xie Wenyun was immediately thrown to another spot.

Qingfeng Zhenjun stepped forward and supported Yu Wanqiao.

Seeing the marks on her neck and her barely conscious state, along with everything he had just witnessed, anger surged within him.

“Xie Wenyun? Are you trying to harm a fellow disciple?”

Xie Wenyun spat out blood and then knelt.

“Master, please calm down. It was Yu Wanqiao who was at fault first!”

Qingfeng Zhenjun glanced at the crying Bai Chuwei beside them.

“Weiwei, tell us what happened.”

Caught off guard when her name was suddenly called, Bai Chuwei was at a loss.

Seeing her continuously look toward Xie Wenyun, Qingfeng Zhenjun quickly said, “You don’t have to look at Xie Wenyun. I know you’re a good child and wouldn’t lie. Speak, what happened?”

Bai Chuwei bit her lip, realizing that Qingfeng Zhenjun would see through any lie, so she stopped looking at Xie Wenyun and said, “Today, Senior Brother gave me a Snow Lotus, saying it could open my meridians. I was just happy for a moment and didn’t think much of it, assuming the Snow Lotus belonged to Senior Brother. But it turned out it was Senior Sister’s. She swallowed the Snow Lotus herself just now. Senior Brother wanted Senior Sister to apologize to me, which caused the misunderstanding.”

Bai Chuwei spoke evasively, downplaying everything.

Yu Wanqiao could tell Bai Chuwei was subtly blaming her for being petty.

She wanted to speak but suddenly felt an intense chill throughout her body.

Her internal organs felt as cold as when she first went to the snowy mountain.

Qingfeng Zhenjun naturally believed Bai Chuwei but noticed something was off when he saw Yu Wanqiao’s half-hidden eyes.

He looked at Xie Wenyun.

“Go accept your punishment.”

Right now, the most important thing was to bring Yu Wanqiao back to Lanyue Pavilion.

“Yes,” Xie Wenyun replied without complaint.

…

So cold.

That was Yu Wanqiao’s only sensation.

But then a gradual warmth seeped into her body.

Only then did her trembling stop.

She opened her eyes and found herself back at Lanyue Pavilion.

Qingfeng Zhenjun had brought her back.

Fortunately, when the disciples outside had tried to stop her, she had secretly instructed a few to find Qingfeng Zhenjun; otherwise, she might truly have lost half her life to Xie Wenyun.

If there was anyone in this world who hated her most, it was undoubtedly Xie Wenyun.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

Yu Wanqiao felt much better all over.

She was still somewhat puzzled.

Sometimes Master treated her as before, kindly, but other times punished her because of Bai Chuwei.

She really couldn’t understand her Master’s thoughts.

But it was precisely because of Qingfeng Zhenjun’s hesitation that she was able to take advantage.

“Thank you, Master…”

Qingfeng Zhenjun withdrew his hand that had been channeling spiritual energy into her.

He stood up, looking down at her from above.

“Why be so petty over a single Snow Lotus?”

As expected, like Xie Wenyun, he still thought she was making a fuss over nothing.

His earlier anger was just because Xie Wenyun had overstepped.

After all, she was still his first disciple, their senior sister.

Yu Wanqiao held her chest, staring at Qingfeng Zhenjun without fear.

“Master, that was no ordinary Snow Lotus. It was the one and only millennia-old Snow Lotus on the snowy mountain.”

“What?!”

Hearing this, Qingfeng Zhenjun’s hand trembled slightly.

“How do you know this?” he asked in disbelief, looking at Yu Wanqiao.

He had once thought about going to that snowy mountain to pick a Snow Lotus, but as soon as he approached, a chilling cold swept over him.

One after another, bad news came from the mountain—people had lost their lives trying to get the Snow Lotus.

He had also tried, but to no avail.

Later, he heard someone say the millennia-old Snow Lotus had disappeared, so he gave up.

And now, Yu Wanqiao was telling him she had picked it.

Qingfeng Zhenjun swallowed hard but could say nothing.

He couldn’t imagine how Yu Wanqiao had survived that ordeal.

Yu Wanqiao forced a bitter smile.

“Master, you must be curious when I left the mountain, right? From the time I left until I returned covered in wounds, I secluded myself for a long time. No one asked about me because everyone was concerned about the little junior sister and no one cared where I went.”

“You…”

“Never mind. What use is it to say so much now?”

Yu Wanqiao suddenly shed tears.

“At first, because even you didn’t notice I left, I lost heart and didn’t tell you then. But since waking up in Lanyue Pavilion, I realized you still care about me. I also know I bear guilt, but I can’t wait anymore. I want to give this millennia-old Snow Lotus to you soon, so you won’t suffer like this anymore.

“But I don’t understand why Junior Brother Xie knew the Snow Lotus was with me and gave it to Junior Sister. Seeing the situation, I thought the worst would be to perish together, so I swallowed it directly…”

Qingfeng Zhenjun’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected Bai Chuwei to gloss over these matters.

He had once tried to find the person who had taken the Snow Lotus, guessing the person might have reached the Divine Transformation stage.

But there was not a trace.

What he didn’t know, Xie Wenyun apparently did.

Seeing Qingfeng Zhenjun’s expression, Yu Wanqiao couldn’t help but curl her lips slightly.

It seemed the self-inflicted suffering trick always worked.

“Master, I even saved two petals for you, hoping they could help.”