Shen Qingqiu’s first reaction was that it must be Luo Binghe.

But as the person entered the room, he realized that this time it was someone else.

It was Liu Qingge who walked in.

Wasn’t Liu Qingge the type who liked to step on the broken door panel and enter the room directly? Since when did he learn to knock?

Straight man, he could come in! Shen Qingqiu stepped aside, closed the door, and casually asked, “Junior Brother Liu, what brings you here at this late hour? And where is Luo Binghe?”

Liu Qingge had a stern expression. “I don’t know!”

His expression clearly showed that he would rather sleep on the roof than share a room with that little bastard.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but laugh, and Liu Qingge glared at him. He reached into his pocket, took out something, and threw it over. Shen Qingqiu caught it with his hand and, upon closer inspection, realized that it was an old folding fan he had left in Qing Jing Peak’s bamboo lodge.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but unfold it with a swish. A cool breeze brushed his face, making him feel refreshed.

Indeed, the folding fan was a stylish and trendy item. Instantly, he felt his style quotient skyrocket!

Touched, he said, “Junior Brother… You actually remembered to bring this for me!”

Of course, Liu Qingge didn’t come specifically to bring him a folding fan. He found a chair, sat upright, with only one arm resting on the table, and solemnly said, “I have something to discuss with you.”

Affected by his emotions, Shen Qingqiu also became serious and straightened his posture.

Liu Qingge said, “What’s the matter between you and Luo Binghe?”

The Peak Lord of Bai Zhan Peak definitely didn’t ask this question out of curiosity. Shen Qingqiu pondered for a while and sincerely said, “I don’t know what happened. When I realized it, it had already become like this.”

Liu Qingge asked, “Do you truly believe that he has changed for the better?”

Shen Qingqiu replied, “It’s not about changing for the better, but it seems that I have always misunderstood him.”

Liu Qingge sneered, “Misunderstood? Did you misunderstand when he forced you to self-destruct, tortured Huan Hua Palace, besieged Cang Qiong Mountain, burned down the main hall, and injured the Sect Leader? Are all of those misunderstandings?”

As soon as he heard the last sentence, Shen Qingqiu immediately asked, “Is the Sect Leader alright? Last time, he seemed to be injured. Did Mu Qingfang take care of him? Was it really Luo Binghe who did it?”

Liu Qingge frowned. “Who else could it be? Are you still trying to make excuses for him? Truly baffling!”

No. He wasn’t trying to make excuses for Luo Binghe. He just couldn’t be certain that Luo Binghe was the one who easily injured Yue Qingyuan.

You see, Luo Binghe had faced Yue Qingyuan several times, but he had never gained the upper hand. It was only with the help of the original protagonist, Shen Qingqiu, that he was able to bring the leader of the sect to a miserable and fatal end.

Speaking of which, whether in the original novel or in this world, Yue Qingyuan did treat “Shen Qingqiu” exceptionally well. When reading the book, Shen Qingqiu had always been puzzled. Why would such a good Sect Leader care so much about a despicable scum? Was there some undiscovered connection between them? Could it be another project to fill in the gaps?

Lost in thought, Shen Qingqiu didn’t realize that Liu Qingge thought he was being scolded and felt ashamed. Liu Qingge’s expression softened, and his tone was less severe. “Fellow disciples don’t understand why you treat him so well. The world may change, but one’s true nature is hard to change. Luo Binghe is not a good person. You have to take care of yourself.”

After saying that, Liu Qingge got up and left.

Shen Qingqiu, of course, knew that Luo Binghe was not a good person. But now, he couldn’t determine whether he belonged to the evil category. He was still headache-inducing. Meanwhile, Liu Qingge was about to leave, and as he passed by the small table, he glanced at something as if he had seen something extraordinary. He accidentally stepped on thin air.

Shen Qingqiu looked up and saw that Liu Qingge hadn’t left yet. He sensed something was amiss and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Liu Qingge turned stiffly, his gaze scanning Shen Qingqiu with a new complex expression.

After a while, he shook his head and finally walked out. In just a few steps, it seemed like he stumbled on the threshold.

What was going on?!

Shen Qingqiu slept soundly for the entire night.

In the early morning of the second day, in a half-dream state, he sensed that someone had entered the room.

This person moved quietly around the room. Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes and immediately froze.

The only person who would be interested in sneaking into his room so early in the morning was Luo Binghe.

But, it was a very different Luo Binghe.

He changed into a white robe, and his black hair was neatly tied up with a light-colored hairband. He looked relaxed and comfortable as he busied himself in the room.

This appearance and demeanor were no different from the previous Luo Binghe before the Immortal Alliance Conference. It was the image of a standard, pure and innocent elite disciple (cross that out) or a diligent and capable young wife (cross that out). It was…

It was really deceptive!

Luo Binghe turned his head and saw Shen Qingqiu propping himself up with one arm and smiling. “Shizun is awake? Breakfast is on the table.”

Shen Qingqiu held his forehead with one hand, but his body involuntarily responded by holding Luo Binghe’s hand and getting out of bed.

The strange thing was that this kind of morning routine was the standard service at Qing Jing Peak every morning. Getting out of bed, putting on clothes, washing up, having breakfast—it all happened naturally under Luo Binghe’s thoughtful service.

If this scene took place at Qing Jing Peak’s bamboo lodge, it would truly give a terrifying illusion of time rewinding!

Luo Binghe commented, “The breakfast at this inn is really tasteless. I apologize for inconveniencing Shizun.”

If compared to Luo Binghe’s skills, this comment was quite polite.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath and asked, “What about your senior martial brother?”

Luo Binghe smiled and said, “I don’t know.”

Whenever these two mentioned each other, they would simply respond with the three words “I don’t know.” Shen Qingqiu realized there was no point in asking.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Binghe went to make the bed for him.

The Demon King making the bed for him! The image was too beautiful, and Shen Qingqiu didn’t dare to look!

Suddenly, Luo Binghe’s voice came, “However, since Shizun allowed me to call Liu Qingge senior martial brother, it means that you acknowledge me as a Qing Jing Peak disciple.”

Wasn’t that obvious?

How many times had you called Shizun before and after?

Shen Qingqiu said, “When have I ever said that you are not my disciple?”

Luo Binghe murmured, “I thought Shizun had already expelled me from the sect. I’ve been calling you Shizun all this time, but I was afraid it was just wishful thinking.”

…Can’t take it anymore.

Shen Qingqiu covered his face.

Doesn’t it ruin your dignity? Bing-ge!!!

You coldly declared, “I have so many women, and there will only be more and more. Either endure it or leave.” You’re the epitome of an overbearing harem protagonist.

Who is this pure-hearted young man who timidly folds his clothes and is too embarrassed to speak while serving tea and water?


Who has taken over your body!

Shen Qingqiu finally had the opportunity to disciple him. He took a sip of tea and said, “It’s good that you have this idea. Since you know that you are still a disciple of Qing Jing Peak, from now on, you can’t be so disrespectful to your senior martial brothers. Especially after we return to Cang Qiong Mountain today, apologize sincerely for the incident of besieging the mountain and destroying the hall.”

Apology should not be just empty words. Compensation for the damaged public facilities should be made in full. That’s the minimum sincerity!

As Luo Binghe casually took away the breakfast plates, he said, “We don’t need to return to Cang Qiong Mountain today.”

Shen Qingqiu asked, “What did you say?”

Luo Binghe replied, “I said, if Shizun really wants to see the senior martial brothers… there’s no need to return to Cang Qiong Mountain. Let’s change direction and go directly to Zhao Hua Temple.”

When the three words “Zhao Hua Temple” were uttered, the system sent a notification: [“Zhao Hua Temple” mission officially released! Initiator: Luo Binghe. Please choose whether to accept!]

The mission initiator was actually Luo Binghe himself!

Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes and asked, “How did you know?”

Luo Binghe replied, “When Shizun went there, you would know. Let’s take advantage of Liu… Liu senior martial brother not having returned yet.”

Before his words could finish, there was a loud bang, and Liu Qingge kicked the door open and returned.

He didn’t even glance at Luo Binghe and said to Shen Qingqiu, “Change course. We won’t return to Cang Qiong Mountain today. We’re going to Zhao Hua Temple.”

Shen Qingqiu stood up and asked, “Has something happened?”

Liu Qingge replied solemnly, “Something has happened. News came after midnight. Today, many sects have been invited to Zhao Hua Temple for discussions. Cang Qiong Mountain Sect is included. The aristocratic families in this city have already set off.”

On the way to Zhao Hua Temple, they would pass through Jin Lan City.

After a few years, Shen Qingqiu wondered what the once prosperous commercial capital looked like after experiencing that catastrophe. If they weren’t in a rush, he would definitely want to fly up and take a look at the thick clouds.

Not long after passing through Jin Lan City, they arrived at Zhao Hua Temple.

The magnificent temple was located on the verdant mountainside. Originally a peaceful ancient monastery, it was now bustling with people, with figures flitting about and sword formations entering and leaving the mountainside.

The three of them stood on the steps leading to the grand hall. Liu Qingge said to Shen Qingqiu, “Come with me to see the Sect Leader.”

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Shen Qingqiu was about to nod when Luo Binghe followed suit. Due to his special identity, his presence in this gathering was sensitive. Shen Qingqiu said, “You should hide for now, don’t let the sect leaders point their fingers at you.”

Luo Binghe shrugged indifferently, “If they want to point, let them. Of course, I will follow Shizun.”

He was always so stubborn. If he were to follow along and be recognized, it would only invite unnecessary trouble. Shen Qingqiu said, “Liu Shidi, you go first, I will come later.”

Liu Qingge gave them a cold glance and leaped up the steps, heading to the meeting point with Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.

As long as Luo Binghe deliberately restrained himself, he could easily appear harmless, blending in with the bustling crowd, looking like an ordinary and obedient disciple of a sect. As for Shen Qingqiu, apart from an unremarkable appearance in Jin Lan City once, he had kept a low profile for many years, making it even less likely to be recognized…

A wall of people surrounded the outside of the hall and the square. In the past, the most arrogant and proud would undoubtedly be disciples from the Phantom Flower Palace. But now that the Phantom Flower Palace had become a cult, they were naturally excluded and not invited at all.

In the center of the grand hall, several abbots from Zhao Hua Temple presided over the event. Unexpectedly, Master Wu Chen was also among them. Shen Qingqiu carefully looked at him and noticed that both of his legs were wooden prosthetics, enabling him to stand and walk as usual.

With Yue Qingyuan as the leader, the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect sat on the side of the hall. As soon as Liu Qingge stood behind Yue Qingyuan and whispered a few words, Yue Qingyuan’s expression changed, and he slightly raised his head, surveying the surroundings. Beside Master Wu Chen stood the presiding abbot of Zhao Hua Temple, Abbess Wu Wang.

The gray-haired old monk clasped his hands together, his deep voice resonating throughout the grand hall, sounding extremely loud.

“Let me ask directly.”

“How many of you had the same dream last night?”