Chapter 88:Staying with the Broken Clan.
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Yu Xiaolie had expected Yang Wudi to try to persuade him to stay, but he didn't expect him to be so decisive and direct.
After a moment's hesitation, Yu Xiaolie said:
"Senior, are you aware of the conflict between inner and outer disciples today, where an outsider intimidated an inner disciple?"
A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Wudi's eyes as he scrutinized Yu Xiaolie, seemingly guessing something. He said in a deep voice:
"I've heard about it. You've got some skills, kid."
Yu Xiaolie smiled somewhat awkwardly: "Senior, you don't mind?"
Yang Wudi snorted coldly and said:
"What's there to blame? They lost, and that's that."
If a young person cries and whine at the slightest setback, how will they achieve great things in the future?
"No destruction, no construction. If they can overcome their psychological barriers, it will be more beneficial for the Soul-Shattering Spear to perform well in the future."
Yang Wudi's words surprised Yu Xiaolie.
But upon closer reflection, he was a battle maniac, and when it came to combat, he always sought the courage to forge ahead without hesitation.
If they can't afford to lose, their Soul-Shattering Spear will lack that fierce spirit.
As soon as Yang Wudi finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Xiaolie again, a half-smile on his face:
"What, you're staying here to study herbs with me? Are you interfering with your cultivation?"
Yu Xiaolie quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's just that I've been mingling in the family as an outsider for a long time, and I'm afraid the disciples will have opinions about it."
Regardless of the circumstances, the Po Clan is an affiliated sect of the Haotian Sect, and their defeat of an inner disciple indicates they have ill intentions.
If I continue to swagger around and frequent those places, I might cause unnecessary trouble because of a few inner disciples.
Although his current strength makes him virtually unmatched among his peers, he will never act alone, arrogantly and recklessly within the Haotian Sect.
Before a golden scale transforms into a dragon, it must know how to conceal itself and remain quietly in the pool.
Moreover, he wanted to continue following Tang Yuehua to cultivate his character.
Yang Wudi smiled slightly, took out a token from his pocket, and handed it to Yu Xiaolie, saying:
"From now on, you will live here. If you need to come or go, you can use this token to ensure you can move freely."
Yu Xiaolie accepted the token.
The token was entirely black, with dark gold patterns inlaid along its edges.
The front is engraved with a powerful and vigorous character '破' (po), while the back features the emblem of the Po clan.
Yu Xiaolie's expression shifted, and he inexplicably felt a sense of goodwill towards Yang Wudi.
Generous and uninhibited, he seems to genuinely want to keep himself.
He immediately dropped all formalities, clasped his hands in thanks, and said, "Thank you, senior."
Yang Wudi patted him on the shoulder and laughed heartily:
"Alright, stop being so wishy-washy, come and take a look at this medicine of mine, it's just one last step away."
The two returned to the medicine furnace, where the liquid had turned from light blue to dark blue, and the aroma had become increasingly strong.
Yang Wudi carefully added a bright red herb, and the liquid immediately boiled, producing bubbles.
Yu Xiaolie stared intently at the medicine furnace, his eyes flashing with surprise, and recited the recipe:
"This is 'Fire Spirit Grass,' which has extremely strong properties. It clashes with the cold medicinal liquid in the furnace, but if they can be fused together and their strong properties are neutralized, it can be taken by the human body to exert its medicinal effects."
Yang Wudi glanced at Yu Xiaolie, his eyes full of appreciation.
"This is the improvement I came up with based on your prescription from last night."
Judging from his tone, there was a hint that he was seeking praise from Yu Xiaolie.
"..."
The two continued their discussion until late into the night.
The moon rises in the west.
Yu Xiaolie looked up at the sky outside the window.
After leaving the alchemy room, he hurriedly ran towards Tang Yuehua's residence.
As Yu Xiaolie approached the courtyard gate, the melodious sound of a zither drifted through the gate and into his ears.
Yu Xiaolie knocked on the courtyard gate, and a slightly displeased voice rang out from inside the courtyard: "Come in."
Yu Xiaolie pushed open the door and entered, only to see Tang Yuehua not even looking at him, her slender hands plucking the strings of her zither.
The ending of each note has a noticeable upward curve, clearly expressing dissatisfaction.
Yu Xiaolie stepped forward, about to greet her, but Tang Yuehua spoke first:
"Hmph, you're so late again, I'm ignoring you."
Judging from her tone... she's probably not going to be easy to appease.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaolie's face stiffened, then a thought struck him, and he sighed, saying:
"Actually, I've come to say goodbye."
Tang Yuehua's body, which had been tense with anger, immediately relaxed.
Turning around, a hint of panic appeared in her eyes.
"Why is that? Are you unhappy here?"
Yu Xiaolie turned around, pretending to lower his head, and said sadly:
"To be honest, I helped the outer disciples vent their anger today and beat up two inner disciples."
After all, I am an outsider. If I stay here, I am afraid that the disciples of Haotian Sect will notice me. If they help me, I will probably be in endless trouble.
I don't want to escalate the conflict and implicate the outer disciples.
Tang Yuehua walked to Yu Xiaolie's side, bit her lip lightly, and asked:
"Isn't there any other way?"
Yu Xiaolie shook his head.
Tang Yuehua pressed on, asking:
"Can't you be a little more low-key? Why are you always so impulsive? You need to be more patient!"
Even though you're an outsider, as long as you behave yourself, no one in the Haotian Sect will pay attention to you.
Yu Xiaolie suddenly turned around and stood only twenty centimeters away from Tang Yuehua, the two of them very close.
"Staying here isn't out of the question, as long as..."
Yu Xiaolie looked into Tang Yuehua's eyes and said, "Don't tell anyone about me."
Faced with Yu Xiaolie's sudden closeness, Tang Yuehua blushed and took two steps back, saying:
"What a joke, why would I betray you?"
Tang Yuehua seemed somewhat dissatisfied with her performance just now.
What's wrong with me? I've never acted like this in front of my father or my two older brothers.
She wanted to regain her home-field advantage, so she changed the subject:
"You should learn the piano and etiquette from me, and cultivate your character. It will definitely benefit you."
Yu Xiaolie noticed Tang Yuehua's unease, smiled knowingly, and said:
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
Tang Yuehua then realized that she had forgotten about Yu Xiaolie being late for their date again.
But she didn't lose her composure, slowly walking back to the zither and saying:
"Come here."
The music was melodious and gentle, but calmer than the previous night.
If last night was like a clear stream, then tonight is like a tranquil lake.
Yu Xiaolie sat quietly in front of the zither, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Tang Yuehua's fingers plucked the strings in an orderly fashion, everything so natural.
Yu Xiaolie's mood gradually calmed down.
Throughout the day, despite winning a brilliant battle against Yang Xian and Yang Tie, the murderous intent deep within him would unconsciously surface during combat.
Under Tang Yuehua's zither music, murderous intent and cold-bloodedness in one's heart are suppressed and confined to a corner.
He also increasingly enjoyed this tranquil atmosphere.
When the piece ended, Tang Yuehua stopped playing and saw that Yu Xiaolie was still immersed in the music. She had a faint smile on her face.
Yu Xiaolie slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze met Tang Yuehua's.
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