A few days passed.

Si Wuxing seemed to have really settled the matter, and there was no movement at Xianyue Peak.

All of Zuo Lingfeng's new disciples were finally settled in. They were listed on the Yanshan disciple roster, put on the Yanshan Taoist uniforms, and completely became members of the Yanshan special forces.

"Brother, how talented are these disciples?" The servant boy brewed tea and looked at the new disciples with envy in his eyes.

At a glance, Shen Yimian felt that each of them was more talented than him.

"Let's change the subject."

He is injured.

The attendant boy knew he had said the wrong thing, so he racked his brains and quickly changed the subject, "By the way, Senior Brother, the disciple in the South Wing is called Xie Lu, and he doesn't seem to socialize much."

Shen Yimian suddenly heard Xie Lu's name and felt that he had almost forgotten about him. "He is a bit of a loner."

The little boy had a complicated expression and said in a serious tone, "Brother, there are some things I don't know whether I should say or not."

Shen Yimian looked at him puzzledly, "Tell me."

"It seemed like none of the other disciples wanted to follow him," the boy recalled carefully. "I stayed by my senior brother's side all day, and it was always evening when I returned to the side hall. I'd always find Xie Lu alone, quietly reading. The other disciples also stayed away from him when he received his Taoist robes the other day."

Damn, why is the male protagonist isolated?

Shen Yimian took another sip of tea and said, "Don't worry about him."

AI is not like humans and should not have the need for friendship.

"yes."

The two drank tea for a while, and suddenly a little boy ran in from outside. It was the one who usually served Si Wuxing. The little boy stumbled and looked flustered.

"Brother, something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

Shen Yimian frowned and said, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry? Just tell me slowly."

The child snatched the tea from Li Xiangduo's hand and gulped down a large mouthful before catching his breath. "People have been sent from the main peak, saying they want to take you and the disciple who injured someone away!"

Shen Yimian almost spit out a mouthful of tea, "What?"

Isn't this matter settled?

"They said we were crazy. We dared to put laxatives in Jingshui Zhenren's food every day. He had diarrhea so bad that he couldn't wear pants for five days!"

"They also said that we were vindictive and actually sneaked into Xianyue Peak in the middle of the night and beat that disciple surnamed Ji so badly that he even lost his teeth!"

"They also said..."

"stop!"

Shen Yimian was extremely shocked, "Which of these things did I do?"

"It wasn't you who did it, it was..."

The child hesitated and lowered his voice.

"Master did it."

Shen Yimian:

Si Wuxing, you should have said to settle it instead of revenge, right?

He couldn't believe it, so he quickly put on his clothes and went out. Sure enough, there were two disciples standing outside the door.

Shen Yimian took a quick look and found that there was someone he knew.

Zuo Yan, dressed in a crescent-white uniform, looked at him with a hint of worry, "Senior Brother Shen."

He remembered that when they first met, Zuo Yan seemed to have mentioned that he was a disciple of Xianyue Peak.

It seems that Senior Brother Ji was really beaten so badly that he couldn't even get up, so he sent Zuo Yan to replace Xian Yuefeng to identify the culprit.

Shen Yimian put on a polite smile and wanted to go forward and shake hands, "Junior brother, it turns out to be you. I didn't expect to see you again at this time after we parted at the apprenticeship ceremony."

Before Zuo Yan could speak, the person next to him stepped over him, blocked Shen Yimian's hand, and said coldly, "You are Shen Yimian."

Shen Yimian looked up and saw that the other person was wearing a heavenly Taoist robe with a snow-white crane pattern. He immediately guessed that this was probably the person sent by the main peak.

Senior Brother Tianjie stood arrogantly, his eyes fixed on Shen Yimian, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant. "Call the disciple who hurt others and follow me. The head elder wants to see you."

His tone was cold, and he was not worried at all that Shen Yimian would resist.

The status of the Heavenly Rank disciples in Yanshan is higher than that of many immortals who have no support. After all, no one knows who is the great master above these Heavenly Rank disciples.

Shen Yimian's forehead was covered with sweat, and he cursed Si Wuxing a hundred times in his heart. He had never wished so much that his deceased senior brothers and sisters were still around, or that the bastard Si Wuxing could be taken away.

"I...I'll go call him right now."

There's no way. Si Wuxing is not here today. Let's just take it one step at a time. He will definitely save them when he comes back.

He turned around and was about to leave when Senior Brother Tianjie spoke again, his voice still arrogant, "Wait."

The other party glanced at Zuo Yan indifferently, "You go with him."

After a while, Zuo Yan and Shen Yimian entered the hall, both with sullen expressions.

"The Heavenly Stage disciples are truly intimidating. Just looking into their eyes makes me nervous." Zuo Yan rubbed his chest and asked anxiously, "Senior Brother Shen, how could you do such a reckless thing?"

Shen Yimian had no way to defend himself.

"Although Ji Wenxiao is only a Xuan-level disciple, he is quite favored by the master. You hit him without thinking about the consequences."

Shen Yimian is mute and eats Coptis chinensis.

"You even gave Master a laxative. You really are..."

Shen Yimian could no longer bear it and turned to look at him, "Ji Wenxiao was the first to insult my junior brother, and he repeatedly spoke rudely and vulgarly to me. Is the blame all on me?"

He never said such things because he knew no one would care even if he did.

Zuo Yan choked.

There was silence, and neither of them spoke again.

Arriving at the south wing, Zuo Yan spoke softly, "I don't blame you, I'm just worried."

"Why are you worried about me?" Shen Yimian said without turning his head. "We have only met twice. I can't say we are familiar with each other."

Zuo Yan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but after a while, he closed it silently.

When Shen Yimian was about to push open Xie Lu's door, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The force is very tight.

"You're putting all the blame on the new disciple. Master just wants to find someone to vent his anger on. It doesn't matter who it is. Confess in front of the headmaster, and I will help you."

Zuo Yan looked straight into Shen Yimian's eyes, and whispered softly, as if coaxing her. "I didn't sleep all night after learning about this, and I specially asked Master for permission to come here. Believe me, nothing will happen."

Shen Yimian finally looked at him, "You..."

"Do you like men?"

Zuo Yan's body stiffened.

"Secretly in Love with Me"

Zuo Yan looked at him in silence.

Shen Yimian was a little amused, "How long did it take?"

Zuo Yan slowly lowered his eyelashes and said nothing, as if he agreed.

Seeing him like this, Shen Yimian didn't want to continue the topic and kicked open Xie Lu's door.

"Don't even think about it. I don't like men."

After saying that, Shen Yimian threw Zuo Yan outside the door and rushed into the house.

In the south wing, a young man with disheveled black hair sat by the window, holding an ancient book in his hands. He wore a pair of thin-rimmed black glasses on his face. He had an upright figure and sat straight, his thin inner garment revealing a section of his white arm with clear lines. He had a calm expression, as if he was engrossed in reading.

Shen Yimian took off the boy's glasses, and said with sweat on his forehead, "You still have the mind to read a book?"

Xie Lu put down the ancient book in his hand, his eyes fell on his glasses, and he said lightly, "If you touch the lenses, they will get dirty."

"Don't worry about the glasses, okay kid."

"Those are my information-gathering glasses that help me speed-read."

Shen Yimian took a deep breath, grabbed his shoulders and shook him, "Someone's coming up to arrest us!"

Hearing this, Xie Lu looked calm, as if he had already anticipated the direction. "Wait a moment, I'll go after I finish taking notes."

Shen Yimian's world completely collapsed.

"Why are you still taking notes at this time? Come with me, or people will think we're being arrested."

"All right."

Xie Lu slowly closed the book, stood up, and picked up his clothes from the chair next to him.

A bright white color flashed before his eyes, and Shen Yimian almost thought he was seeing things.

He grabbed the dress, spread it out for a closer look, and saw a golden crane with a drooping neck clearly outlined on the snow-white material.

——Heavenly level Taoist uniform.

"This..." Shen Yimian calmed down instantly, "This is..."

"Don't you have the Taoist robe that was distributed yesterday?" Xie Lu calmly put on the radiant and shining Taoist robe. His icy jade fingers lightly clasped Shen Yimian's wrist and politely took it off his lapel.

Shen Yimian: "..."

He has it, but the color is different.

Disciples are given Taoist robes according to their talents. He forgot about this and also forgot that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person, but the real son of destiny and the protagonist of the whole story.

Somehow, Shen Yimian straightened his back a little.

"Then why don't you finish taking notes."

"No," Xie Lu fastened the last button of his shirt and opened the door. "User needs come first."

Shen Yimian hurriedly caught up with him and saw Zuo Yan waiting outside the door. The three of them met.

Seeing the Taoist robe, Zuo Yan's eyes flashed with astonishment, and soon he pursed his lips with a complicated expression.

"Let's go."

The three of them left the hall. When Senior Brother Tianjie saw them coming out, his eyes immediately fell on Xie Lu.

"It's you." Senior Brother Tianjie narrowed his eyes slightly, clearly having some impression of a rare talent like Xie Lu. "That day at the apprenticeship ceremony, I didn't notice you were assigned to a remote place like Zuo Lingfeng. With your talent, this shouldn't be the case. I think something went wrong."

What's wrong with Zuo Lingfeng? Aren't they just a little farther away and smaller? Master is a little bit stupid.

Xie Lu stood alone and remained silent. At first glance, he really looked like a heavenly-level disciple who looked down on others.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the other party sneered, "So, you are the one who hurt the disciple."

Xie Lu then spoke, "Yes, it was all done by me alone."

Shen Yimian and Zuo Yan watched from the side, glancing here and there, just missing a handful of melon seeds in their hands.

Seeing that he admitted it, Senior Brother Tianjie turned around decisively and said, "Come with me."

Although this was not said to them, Shen Yimian and Zuo Yan still followed them closely.

"If I were you, I would have killed them all that day."

Senior Brother Tianjie's voice was very calm, but his words were horrifying.

"Yanshan has countless disciples, and Zuo is only at the Xuan level. If he dies, he dies."

The sect rules are for losers. In Yanshan, or in the entire world of cultivation, the strong do not need to abide by the rules.

Shen Yimian understood what he meant and felt a surge of annoyance. This was why he hated this place. Demons ruled the land, the immortals were ruthless, people died too easily, and fate was not counted.

Hearing his words, Xie Lu remained indifferent.

Shen Yimian pricked up his ears, wanting to hear the little robot's reaction to these words, but he saw the power on his sterling silver ring rising little by little.

...So I didn't hear a word, I was just immersed in charging.

The sun is shining brightly today, so it should be full.

Shen Yimian was staring intently at the battery indicator on his pinky ring. Suddenly, he tripped over a stone and fell forward.

His eyes widened. The person in front of him was his Heavenly Rank senior brother. If this happened to him, he would be at most a Yellow Rank, and he would be dead!

Shen Yimian's strong will to survive made him desperately turn around, his hands scrabbling in the air. Zuo Yan noticed that he was about to fall and instinctively rushed to support him, but saw a bony hand grasp Shen Yimian's wrist before him.

With his palms clenched tightly and a reassuring strength, Shen Yimian managed to stand steady. He looked up and saw Xie Lu calmly retracting his sleeves.

"Watch the road."

"Don't look at me."

Shen Yimian: ...

Do you have eyes on your back?