Chapter 132: Azure Time and Cold Stars

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Han Xing appeared before Yan Qingye in an instant and kicked him in the abdomen again.

“I am asking you a question, not asking you to question me.”

Yan Qingye’s vision began to spin. He shook his head, and suddenly the figure before him had become You Xiyue.

“Little Master?”

Han Xing let out a soft laugh. This Illusion Spirit Pill truly was effective—no wonder it had been refined by a seventh-level alchemist.

“Who is Little Master?”

Yan Qingye squeezed his eyes shut. The voice was clearly not You Xiyue’s, and his thoughts grew increasingly muddled.

“Tell me quickly. Who is Little Master?”

Yan Qingye felt as though his head were about to explode. It was even more unbearable than climbing the Heavenly Tribulation Stairway.

“Little Master… Little Master is…”

“Yes, tell me quickly.” Han Xing continued to coax him.

“Heh heh…” Yan Qingye gave a foolish chuckle, then suddenly raised his head. “Why should I tell you?”

Han Xing stared at him in disbelief. “You don’t recognize me?”

“You?” Yan Qingye leaned forward. “You do look like my Little Master, but you are not her.”

“I clearly am!” Han Xing’s voice became shrill with shock.

Yan Qingye closed his eyes and stopped looking at her.

The blood-red character on his forehead began to flicker.

“You actually formed a master-servant contract?”

Han Xing retreated at once and ran toward the mouth of the cave.

She glanced back at Yan Qingye once more, then vanished into the cave.

Not long after Han Xing left, You Xiyue arrived with Junyang.

You Xiyue helped Yan Qingye up and untied the ropes binding him.

“What happened?” You Xiyue asked, giving Yan Qingye a push.

Yan Qingye kept his eyes closed.

“No matter what you ask me, I will not tell you.”

He was immensely grateful that he had climbed up from the mortal world to the Immortal Realm by way of the Heavenly Tribulation Stairway. That was why his will was far stronger than an ordinary person’s.

“Yan Qingye! Open your eyes!”

You Xiyue’s command rang out.

The blood-red character on Yan Qingye’s forehead flickered again, and his eyes were forced open.

“Little Master? The real Little Master?”

“What do you mean, real or fake?” Junyang asked in confusion.

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“Let us take him back to the residence first,” You Xiyue said.

“All right.”

Junyang took Yan Qingye from her and helped him up.

Yan Qingye’s mind was still hazy, and he continued muttering.

“Senior Junyang…”

“Little Master…”

“Don’t lie to me… I won’t tell you…”

Fan Lihua had stayed on Starfall Island for only a day before she could no longer bear it and came running out. By chance, she saw Junyang and You Xiyue carrying Yan Qingye back, so she hurriedly prepared a room.

Junyang carried Yan Qingye to the bed and asked worriedly, “This boy’s mind won’t be damaged, will it?”

You Xiyue shook her head, stepped forward, and lightly tapped the center of Yan Qingye’s brow.

Yan Qingye immediately fell silent, as though he had drifted into sleep.

“It seems he ate something strange and began hallucinating,” You Xiyue said.

Junyang tucked the blanket around Yan Qingye before turning to ask, “Who could have done this?”

“In the Immortal Realm, who else could he have provoked?” You Xiyue already seemed to have an answer.

Junyang furrowed his brows and pondered for a moment.

Fan Lihua suddenly interrupted, “Aside from the Ye Qi family’s clan war, this boy has never meddled in anything else. And the clan war only harmed one person’s interests.”

Junyang raised an eyebrow and glanced at Fan Lihua in surprise. Fan Wuwei might be a reckless fool, but his descendant was remarkably quick-witted.

“Then it can only be that maid who keeps stirring up trouble?”

“Mm.” You Xiyue nodded, then continued, “But I’m afraid she is not merely a maid. A hallucinogenic medicine capable of affecting the mind is not something an ordinary alchemist can refine. The minimum requirement would be an advanced alchemist, and such a person would not sell it casually. How could a mere maid have obtained it?”

“It seems this matter is far from simple.” Junyang nodded in agreement. “Shall I go investigate?”

“Let us wait until Yan Qingye wakes up.”

You Xiyue turned and returned to her room.

Junyang remained seated in Yan Qingye’s room, waiting for him to regain consciousness.

Fan Lihua simply sat across from Junyang, idly fiddling with the teacup on the table.

Junyang frowned and spoke in the tone of an elder. “Why did you run back from the island so soon?”

“The island was a little boring, so I came out to take a look. I’ll return shortly.”

“…”

Junyang was speechless. She truly treated the place as her own home.

Fan Lihua nudged the teacup again, then raised her head and looked solemnly at Junyang.

“Senior Junyang, if I reach the Saint Venerable realm after cultivating for a while, do you think I’ll be able to defeat our old ancestor?”

“…”

When Junyang remained silent, Fan Lihua added, “You know how dense the spiritual energy is on Starfall Island. Cultivation there is practically advancing a thousand miles a day. I feel that I’ll reach the Saint Venerable realm before long. Defeating my father is certain, but I’m not so sure about defeating our old ancestor.”

Junyang’s feelings were complicated. He had no idea how the Candle Dragon Clan taught its descendants. Their thoughts were truly more audacious than ordinary people’s.

“Has Fan Wuwei not beaten you often enough?”

Fan Lihua pursed her lips. “What are you saying? He beats me plenty!”

Junyang helplessly shook his head. The descendants of this family were truly too easy to manage.

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“After you defeat him, do you want to become the clan leader of the Candle Dragon Clan?”

Fan Lihua’s eyes lit up. “Can I?”

“…”

Junyang had never expected that the girl would actually dare to think that far.

Yan Qingye slept for three hours before finally waking.

“Water…”

Hearing the movement, Junyang hurriedly poured him a cup of spiritual spring water.

“How are you feeling?”

Yan Qingye sat up and drained the cup in a few gulps.

He handed the teacup to Fan Lihua, then rubbed his brow.

“My head hurts.”

“Was it the little maid beside Ye Qi?”

Yan Qingye thought carefully for a moment, then nodded.

“It was her. She fed me a pill, and I began to feel muddled.”

“I only remember her repeatedly asking who my Little Master was.”

“What?” Junyang’s expression darkened. Someone had actually dared to investigate the Little Ancestor. How could he not be angry? “That girl certainly has nerve.”

Yan Qingye raised his head, his complexion still poor.

“She seems to know Lan Shi, an advanced alchemist from the Alchemist Association.”

“She knows Lan Shi?” You Xiyue happened to push open the door and enter.

Yan Qingye nodded. “That is my guess. Earlier, at the Immortal Treasures Pavilion, she nearly quarreled with Brother Yun because he mentioned Lan Shi’s name. The pill she fed me was also refined by Lan Shi. Judging from her tone, the two of them must know each other.”

“Is that so? I understand. Rest well.”

You Xiyue turned and walked out of the room.

When Fan Lihua chased after her, You Xiyue had already vanished from the entire residence.

“The Little Mistress has disappeared again.” Fan Lihua returned to Yan Qingye’s room listlessly.

“She probably went to find Lan Shi. The Little Master should know her,” Yan Qingye guessed.

“Oh.”

Bored, Fan Lihua circulated the power within her beast core, then returned to Starfall Island.

At that moment, You Xiyue had once again arrived at the entrance to the Sacred Land.

The old vine, which had not suffered an attack for a long time, had become sluggish once more.

You Xiyue looked up.

Then she flew toward the special teleportation array in the Mountain of Rebellion that Lan Shi had mentioned before.