I Ran Away with the Scumbag's White Moonlight Chapter 42

Tick... Repairer aa010's emotional fluctuation level detected at 8, entering an unbearable range. Please note, the system will initiate forced separation mode in three seconds.

3, 2, 1...

The usually piercing alert sound became a powerful aid in piercing through the chaos. With a long beep, Shi Jingxian was forcibly separated from the task storyline by the system's protection mechanism.

The impact on his consciousness was fully reflected in Shi Jingxian's body within the system platform. He could barely stand, and his body's condition became extremely unstable, even to the point of his limbs appearing blurred and chaotic.

The consciousness of a Repairer is sent from the home planet's "Star Dome" into the universe, taking over the bodies of different task subjects through the Life Repair System. The virtual image they present on the system platform needs to be maintained by their own consciousness.

Under normal circumstances, this maintenance doesn't consume much energy, but if the consciousness is significantly impacted or in an extremely weakened state, even maintaining the most basic image becomes a challenge.

Shi Jingxian's current state was clearly unsuitable for further energy expenditure. He barely managed to concentrate and exit the system platform, returning to the body of the task subject at that moment.

He had already anticipated that he wouldn't be able to smoothly control Ling Yao's body now. Coughing and chest pain were normal reactions. However, as long as he endured until the aftereffects of the impact gradually subsided, these discomforts should also disappear.

But what Shi Jingxian never expected was that when he returned to Ling Yao's body, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes.

Ling Yao was lying flat, in a proper posture, breathing regularly, without any external disturbances. Yet Shi Jingxian didn't even have the strength to move a finger. It was as if he was trapped inside Ling Yao's body, completely losing control over it.

What's going on?

Don't panic.

The helplessness of being unable to move made it hard to suppress the panic in his heart. The unexpected cost was something even the experienced Shi Jingxian found hard to handle.

With his eyes tightly closed, his vision was pitch black, and the sense of isolation from the outside world amplified the light breathing and heartbeat sounds. The rhythmic sounds echoed continuously, urging like a countdown.

Shi Jingxian couldn't help it. His consciousness was still enduring the spoilers. Since he couldn't recuperate within Ling Yao's body, the only option left was to return to the system space.

However, just as he was about to return to the system space to request the main system's intervention, an unusual sensation suddenly came from Shi Jingxian's left wrist.

It was a small warm current, like a flame in the snow, weak yet genuinely igniting light.

The warmth, like a small stream, accumulated drop by drop, eventually converging into a river. Before long, Shi Jingxian felt this warm current spread throughout his body.

His control over Ling Yao's body was gradually recovering. Not only did his fingertips regain sensation, but his heavy eyes also managed to open.

However, as soon as his senses recovered, the pain from the injured consciousness synchronized with the task subject's body. Shi Jingxian felt his eyes sting terribly, and even when he opened them, everything was a blur. Before he could see clearly, he was almost brought to tears by the irritation.

So uncomfortable.

Just as his vision, blurred by tears, was about to be obscured, the light in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Shi Jingxian was startled for a moment before realizing that a hand had reached over to cover Ling Yao's eyes.

The hand moved gently, the palm warm, and even the fingertips carried a reassuring warmth.

Shi Jingxian slightly moved his eyes, his eyelashes brushing against the other's palm.

He heard someone whisper softly beside his ear.

"Sleep."

With this low, magnetic whisper, the warm current around him grew even stronger. It was like being wrapped in a warm spring at just the right temperature, washing away the remaining cold, so comfortable that it was hard not to sigh in relief.

Even the pain his consciousness was enduring was soothed.

In the end, Shi Jingxian couldn't resist this gentle temptation. His consciousness kept sinking, and he fell into a deep sleep in a warm, soft embrace.

When he woke up again, perhaps due to numbness, the pain that had been tormenting him from the depths of his soul had miraculously disappeared. The heaviness in his body was also gone.

Shi Jingxian even noticed a familiar sweet taste lingering in his mouth.

After carefully discerning the taste, Shi Jingxian couldn't help but wonder.

Is he dreaming?

Could the aftereffects of forcibly viewing the storyline multiple times be dreaming of drinking hot cocoa?

Shi Jingxian was lost in thought when he realized that a warm liquid had indeed been fed into his mouth.

Dazed, he tried hard to open his eyes.

Compared to the last time he woke up, the young master's body had already returned to normal. Shi Jingxian didn't have to exert much effort to see everything clearly.

The young master was leaning against the soft pillow at the head of the bed, and it was the smiling Sect Leader who was feeding him medicine.

"Child, you're awake."

The young master blinked in slight confusion, opening his lips to say something, but was immediately fed another spoonful of medicinal soup.

"Mm."

The Sect Leader coaxed him, "Don't rush to speak, finish the medicine first."

Shi Jingxian carefully savored the taste in his mouth and realized it wasn't cocoa but the sweetness of licorice.

It was just his imagination earlier.

The Sect Leader personally fed him the entire bowl of medicinal soup, spoon by spoon, and then carefully wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief before handing the bowl to Xiao Yi, adjusting the soft cushion behind the young master.

"Child, you slept for twelve whole hours." The Sect Leader asked, "How do you feel now? Is there any discomfort?"

The young master's body was originally fine, and now the pain in Shi Jingxian's consciousness had completely disappeared. Except for feeling a bit lethargic from lying down too long, he didn't feel any discomfort.

Seeing the young master obediently shake his head, the Sect Leader couldn't help but sigh. He pulled the quilt up, wrapping the young master's shoulders, and said, "Last night, there was a time when you were sweating coldly, and we couldn't wake you up. Fu He couldn't find the cause, and it scared us."

"I'm fine, Dad," the young master felt a bit guilty for worrying so many people, "I was just having a nightmare."

He looked up and saw Bai Qinglian standing not far away.

The low, deep "sleep" still lingered in his ears, clear and audible.

The young master opened and closed his lips a few times, finally unable to resist saying, "Sect Leader Bai."

Bai Qinglian, who had been standing with his sword not far from the bed, lowered his arms and took a step forward upon hearing the voice.

The young master looked up and asked, "Half a month ago, was that our first meeting?"

Because of Bai Qinglian's unusual expression, he thought of tracing back to the task storyline. However, thinking back now, Bai Qinglian had been looking at him with that kind of gaze for a long time.

Even in the task storyline, they were supposed to meet for the first time during the righteous sects' siege of the Demon Sect, but Bai Qinglian's expression clearly wasn't that of looking at a stranger.

Seemingly not expecting him to suddenly ask, Bai Qinglian paused before shaking his head.

"No."

The young master's expression shifted slightly, but before he could ask further, their conversation was abruptly interrupted by the Sect Leader.

"Child, what do you mean by nightmare?"

"It's..." The young master was distracted, hesitating before saying, "Maybe I've been practicing too hard these days, and that's why I had a nightmare."

"Don't worry, dreams are the opposite of reality." The Sect Leader comforted him.

The young master heard this and only lowered his eyes, pursing his lips.

The Sect Leader saw his low spirits and mistakenly thought it was still the mental technique troubling him, so he said, "Child, you've only been practicing this mental technique for less than ten days, and there have been so many anomalies. If it's not suitable..."

The mental technique was just an excuse, and it wouldn't be good for the Sect Leader to misunderstand. The young master quickly said, "I'm fine, Dad. The mental technique is quite useful, and I want to continue practicing. I've just been a bit tired these days, but it'll be fine later. Didn't Brother Fu check? My body is fine."

Recalling the sweet taste when he woke up, he couldn't help but ask, "Dad, the medicine I just drank..."

The Sect Leader glanced lightly at Bai Qinglian beside him and said, "It's medicine given by Sect Leader Bai, said to have a calming and soothing effect."

He reached out to touch the young master's still pale face and asked, "What did you want to see me for yesterday?"

Remembering the shadow guard he dispatched yesterday, the young master quickly explained, "It's about Xuanyuan Nan."

Hearing this name, the Sect Leader first frowned, then gestured for everyone in the room to leave.

Even Bai Qinglian, whom the young master had glanced at several times, left with them.

Once the room was cleared, the Sect Leader signaled for him to continue.

The young master opened his mouth with, "Dad, my nightmare last night was because of him."

"Mm?"

"I was wrong before," the young master lowered his head, speaking in a low voice, "I misjudged people and told Xuanyuan Nan so many secret things. I dreamed that he successfully achieved his goal and destroyed the Demon Sect."

The only consequence he dared to mention was the destruction of the Demon Sect.

The Sect Leader was first taken aback, then reached out to touch the soft hair on his head.

"Don't overthink it, child. We've already got him under control."

The young master's tone was unexpectedly serious.

"I'm not willing, Dad. I want him to pay the price he deserves."

The Sect Leader seemed to sense something, "What do you plan to do, child?"

The young master's plan sounded a bit far-fetched. But after confirming his thoughts, the Sect Leader didn't hesitate at all and directly agreed to it.

As long as the child is happy, any unexpected situations can be handled later.

After a detailed discussion, the young master showed a slight hint of fatigue on his face. Seeing this, the Sect Leader instructed him to rest well and left first.

After the Sect Leader left, Shi Jingxian, lying flat, returned directly to the system space.

As soon as he entered the room, he headed straight for the test board. When the light circle fixed on his left wrist, the data presented on the panel was something he hadn't expected at all.

Mental fullness: 98

Shi Jingxian...

How is this possible? He had been struggling in the task storyline for so long, and when he left, the pain was so evident. According to estimates, it wouldn't be surprising if it dropped below 60. Shi Jingxian had only dared to make such a decision because he had the assurance of the main system's intervention.

But now, he hadn't submitted an application, nor had he returned to the home planet, yet his mental fullness had automatically recovered.

Shi Jingxian couldn't help but reconsider the application for intervention.

Honestly, he didn't have much trust in the system. This S-level task, if Shi Jingxian hadn't noticed something amiss and forced himself to go back and check the storyline, this task would have been doomed to fail.

Because Bai Qinglian was one of the important revenge targets Ling Yao had identified from the start, after watching the task storyline from Ling Yao's perspective, the Repairer would inevitably take revenge on Bai Qinglian. But if Bai Qinglian were really retaliated against during the repair process, the damage Ling Yao suffered would be even more irreparable. In the end, this task couldn't achieve a 100% repair.

Thinking about the consequences of task failure, Shi Jingxian couldn't help but feel a headache.

After much consideration, he ultimately chose to hold his ground.

Perhaps there would be a better opportunity to apply for intervention. Shi Jingxian thought, the most prudent approach now was to deal with Xuanyuan Nan, who had the highest hatred value.

For this goal, no revenge plan could be too harsh.

After leaving the system platform, Shi Jingxian summoned the long-awaited dark guard, Nian Er.

With a day of preparation time, the disguised Nian Er stood in front of the young master, looking like two people in a mirror.

"This is a turning incense, it can burn for three breaths, with a range of three feet." The young master handed a stick-like object to Nian Er, "If anyone questions your identity, you can use this incense to handle it, but it can only be used three times, so you need to be extra careful."

This was actually a mind control card Shi Jingxian exchanged from the system with points. It's a group attack card that makes others unconditionally believe what the user says within three seconds.

He took the card, rolled it into a hard stick, and pretended it was incense to give to the dark guard.

Nian Er took the item with both hands and carefully stored it in his inner pocket.

"You have two days to approach him. After three days, you'll find an opportunity to escape from Cui Hua's medical hall. During the process, you don't need to be too enthusiastic towards him. After leaving the medical hall, just let him go."

Nian Er nodded, not even asking the purpose of letting Xuanyuan Nan go, and directly agreed.

The duty of a dark guard is to obey unconditionally.

"The person responsible for contacting you is Nian Yi. He will notify you of the subsequent responses. You just need to maintain a lukewarm attitude towards Xuanyuan Nan and ensure he escapes the medical hall."

The rescued Xuanyuan Nan would definitely not escape easily. With three elder brothers ahead, the Demon Sect's pursuers behind, and Cui Hua eyeing him, even if let go, Xuanyuan Nan, with no support, couldn't possibly go alone.

He certainly wouldn't abandon the young master who seemed to have lost interest in him but specifically came to rescue him.

By then, Xuanyuan Nan would still think Ling Yao was infatuated with him, but the real situation would be entirely in the young master's hands.

After Nian Er left, Shi Jingxian sent a message to the Left Protector.

Back then, Xuanyuan Nan had deceived more than just Cui Hua. Now that Xuanyuan Nan was in dire straits, the people he had tricked and deceived couldn't be wasted.

Those with grievances should seek revenge, and those without grievances or enmity, even better. Whatever conditions Xuanyuan Nan offered to hire them, the Demon Sect could offer double.

These people didn't need the young master to personally recruit them. As long as Shi Jingxian leaked some information to the Demon Sect, with the Left Protector's ability to handle matters, it would be properly dealt with.

After all, intercepting the plot was one of the most satisfying cheats available after obtaining the script in advance.

In the following days, the young master stayed behind closed doors, only sending people to pass messages occasionally, living an unusually peaceful life.

Before long, the news of Xuanyuan Nan being rescued by the young master of the Demon Sect spread privately. Those with keen senses began to pay attention to the Demon Sect's movements. However, the Demon Sect suddenly strengthened its manpower at this time, making its defenses as tight as an iron barrel, making it extremely difficult to gather any information.

Only the spies hidden in the Demon Sect for many years risked their lives to send out the message, saying that Ling Yao hadn't been seen for nearly ten days, and the Demon Sect was also heavily guarded internally. The previously received foreign guests were even surrounded and monitored like prisoners.

The plans that had fallen silent due to Xuanyuan Nan's disappearance were revived, and the three princes who heard the news secretly also gathered their forces and rushed in. For a time, both the court and the wild were filled with the tension of an impending storm.

Three days later, a secret letter was placed on the Demon Sect Leader's desk.

The letter contained only six words:

"Five sects gather, four factions unite."

The siege battle was imminent.

While the righteous sects were fervently preparing for the siege battle, the future leader of the righteous path was still peacefully staying in the soon-to-be-sieged Demon Sect, playing chess with the young master of the Demon Sect.

As the mental technique progressed, the young master's clothes became thinner and thinner. In recent days, those warm items like scarves and velvet hats were no longer worn, causing Sect Leader Bai to feel a bit melancholic in secret.

At this moment, the young master was still wearing a long robe of emerald green, but the fabric was much lighter than before, and he exuded a vibrant spring-like energy.

He rubbed his nose, his gaze fixed on the chessboard, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.

After a while, the young master softly sighed.

"Sigh, did I lose again?"

Bai Qinglian placed the white piece back into the chess jar.

"Thirty-five pieces, more than ten steps ahead of the last game."

The young master puffed his cheeks and said softly, "And you let me go first by five steps at the start."

Bai Qinglian looked at his soft cheek contours, the silver eyes gradually tinged with a faint warmth.

"The young master is a beginner in chess, and your progress is already remarkably fast."

The young master pouted. "Sect Leader Bai, you're even better than my dad at finding different angles to praise me."

Bai Qinglian said, "It's the truth."

The young master let it go in one ear and out the other, not burdened by the honor. He boldly slapped the armrest of his chair, "Again!"

But this enthusiasm ultimately had to be put aside. Before the chessboard was set up, warm osmanthus cakes were brought in. The young master was busy eating and couldn't spare a hand to play chess.

Bai Qinglian let him eat in peace, setting up the chessboard and starting to review the game.

The sunlight was warm, and the breeze was pleasant. The white osmanthus cake was held in the young master's hands, savoring it slowly, the sweet fragrance gradually spreading in the air.

Bai Qinglian lowered his eyes, his slender fingers holding the smooth chess pieces, silently placing them on the small chessboard.

Due to Xuanyuan Nan's escape, to confuse the enemy, the young master hadn't shown his face in the Demon Sect for over ten days. Later, traces of spies appeared in Cloud Peak Palace, so the young master packed up and temporarily moved to Bai Qinglian's place.

This was the guest residence of the Demon Sect, and now only Bai Qinglian was there, making it more convenient to cover up.

After finishing a piece of osmanthus cake and drinking half a cup of tea brewed by Bai Qinglian himself, the young master suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Sect Leader Bai, I've always had a question I forgot to ask you."

"Mm?"

"You said before that our first meeting wasn't at the Martial Arts Arena a month ago," the young master asked curiously, "So when was our first meeting?"

He had been meaning to ask this question. But in the past few days, he was busy dealing with Xuanyuan Nan, and now that he finally had some leisure time, the small guest courtyard often welcomed secret visits from the Sect Leader and the Left and Right Protectors. Apart from practicing the mental technique, the time they spent alone wasn't much.

Hearing this question, Bai Qinglian didn't hide anything.

"In the early summer of the Jiaxu year, I encountered the young master at the market in Tiancheng, Jiangdong."

"Jiaxu year?"

The young master counted on his fingers.

"That was eleven years ago?"

Bai Qinglian nodded.

The young master was curious, "How did Sect Leader Bai recognize me?"

Bai Qinglian paused with the chess piece in his right hand, and after a moment, he placed the piece back, speaking softly, "After hearing the news of the Sect Leader having a child, the sect conducted an investigation."

Even though the misunderstanding had been resolved, there was still some awkwardness in saying this.

If one were to think deeply, it might create more misunderstandings, which was why the Sect Leader had abruptly interrupted their conversation when the young master first woke up and inquired about Bai Qinglian.

Bai Qinglian added, "However, the sect didn't investigate thoroughly at first. Later, when we needed cold pool water, fearing that the Sect Leader's lover would prevent it, we conducted a deeper investigation. That's how I saw the young master's portrait from when you were five or six years old."

He spoke cautiously, but the young master didn't mind this matter at all.

After all, compared to the subsequent accidents, these misunderstandings were no longer worth mentioning.

He asked, "And then? What happened at the market in Tiancheng? I don't seem to remember much."

Bai Qinglian said, "The young master was still young at the time, so it's normal not to remember."

Then he recounted their first meeting in detail. The young master was also reminded of many memories by his words.

Ling Yao grew up in the Demon Sect and didn't leave Lingfeng often. That time, the Sect Leader was out on an inspection, so he took the eager-to-go-out little friend with him.

On the day they met, the Sect Leader happened to be listening to a report from the branch hall master at the Demon Sect's branch, so the young master wanted to go out and play by himself. After all, he was young, and when he went out, a long line of disguised followers protected him.

When the young white sect leader, who had also come down the mountain, encountered him, little Ling Yao was buying candied hawthorn on the roadside. However, the young master was unlucky. Just after taking a bite of the candied hawthorn, he encountered the local thugs who came to collect protection fees.

The candied hawthorn vendor was caught, and he said with a bitter face that he had just paid a round and really had no money to pay again. But the thugs didn't listen and were about to make an example of him.

Before they could act, a voice asked.

"His candied hawthorn is delicious. Why are you hitting him?"

Hearing this soft, childish voice, the thugs were momentarily stunned. They looked around in confusion before spotting Ling Yao behind the candied hawthorn stand.

Seeing the young master so young, the group didn't take him seriously. They exchanged glances, knowing that their operation had backing and were familiar with the city's forces. They knew there was no child of this age among the noble families.

Immediately, someone impatiently waved for Ling Yao to leave, while others continued to harass the vendor. One foul-mouthed thug even laughed and said, "Little brother, if you like candied hawthorn so much, do you want to lick my stick too?"

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a scream, and he was kicked several feet away, a large bloody tooth flying through the air.

The other thugs, who were about to laugh along, were also taken down by the young master's disguised guards.

To avoid exposing the Demon Sect's presence, the guards initially didn't reveal their identities. When the young master spoke, they were already on high alert, and anyone with eyes could see the aura emanating from them.

But they didn't expect someone to be so fearless. So, in less than half a stick of incense, the thugs who had been swaggering around were tied up like a bunch of twisted ropes.

Several guards dragged the disheveled group to report to the authorities, while the remaining guards stayed by the young master's side. After the young master repeatedly waved them off, saying he was fine and didn't need to be punished, the vendor finally found a gap between the layers of guards and knelt down in front of the young master with a thud.

He was almost kowtowing, his gratitude to Ling Yao overflowing. It wasn't just him; other vendors in the market, seeing the thugs being taken away, also breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't dare to make a fuss openly, so they quietly stuffed things into the guards' arms.

The young master didn't notice this; he was still looking at the candied hawthorn vendor in front of him.

He thought for a moment and said, "Your candied hawthorn is really delicious. Don't cry."

The vendor nodded repeatedly, his hands shaking with excitement. After taking several deep breaths, he hurriedly took several more sticks of candied hawthorn from the stand and stuffed them into the guards' arms, insisting on not accepting any money.

After the guards took the candied hawthorn, the vendor began to pack up his stand. The candied hawthorn he had picked for the young master was intact, but because the stand had been threatened and pierced by the thugs, many of the candied hawthorn sticks were now crooked and couldn't be straightened.

Additionally, the holes in the stand were affected, making it difficult to keep the candied hawthorn sticks stable, and they were about to fall. This batch of candied hawthorn clearly wouldn't last long.

Seeing this, the young master gestured to the guards beside him.

The guards understood and immediately stepped forward, exchanging a silver ingot for the entire batch of candied hawthorn.

The vendor, holding the silver ingot, was clearly still in shock.

The young master said, "I'll take your candied hawthorn, including this one. Use the money to buy a new one."

As Bai Qinglian recounted this, Shi Jingxian, searching Ling Yao's memories, couldn't help but ask, "So did I really carry all those candied hawthorn away?"

Bai Qinglian's thin lips slightly curved, his frosty silver eyes softening.

"No, there were a few sticks on that stand that were unstable and about to fall. The young master held one in each hand, but there was still one he couldn't hold."

Shi Jingxian imagined the little dumpling fretting over the candied hawthorn and found it a bit cute.

"So what happened in the end? How was it resolved?"

Bai Qinglian said, "The young master looked around and saw me in the crowd. He ran over and handed me the untouched new candied hawthorn."

Shi Jingxian was slightly stunned, "Did I know Sect Leader Bai at that time?"

But the young master clearly didn't have a childhood white moonlight in his memory.

"No," Bai Qinglian shook his head, "The young master said to me, 'Brother, you're good-looking. I'll treat you to candied hawthorn.'"

Shi Jingxian: "..." Stop, thank you.

He almost forgot that the young master was a natural beauty enthusiast, with a radar for good looks from a young age.

Shi Jingxian cleared his throat and changed the subject, "What about those thugs?"

These people were used to bullying others, and reporting them might not have been effective. If not dealt with at the time, who knows what trouble they might have caused later.

If they came back, not only would the vendors from that day be retaliated against, but the Demon Sect's branch might also have trouble. However, in Ling Yao's memory, the branch in Tiancheng never had any major issues. It seemed this matter was handled by someone else.

Ling Yao's memory only contained what happened after he left with the candied hawthorn. Because the Sect Leader usually wouldn't allow him to eat too many sweets at once, and giving them away on the street might attract too much attention, the candied hawthorn was eventually taken back and distributed to the disciples of the Demon Sect.

So that day, a group of burly men stood at the front gate, all eating candied hawthorn in unison.

However, Bai Qinglian's answer was more thorough than Shi Jingxian's guess. He said, "Those people were later silenced by the Sect Leader's orders."

Shi Jingxian thought about it and agreed.

No matter which planet, pedophiles deserve to die.

Moreover, there are fewer minors on the home planet, and Repairers often have stricter boundaries in this regard.

But then Shi Jingxian thought again and felt puzzled, "How did Sect Leader Bai know about the silencing?"

If it was the Sect Leader's order, it should have been done secretly.

Bai Qinglian paused before saying, "Those people were bullies, and if not dealt with, there might have been other troubles later. So I followed them."

Shi Jingxian listened, feeling a bit strange.

Could it be that the Xuanyun Sect only appeared cold and indifferent, not caring about worldly matters, but in reality, they were all such warm-hearted people? Even the young Bai Qinglian was so righteous.

But he didn't think too much about it because there was another question that intrigued him more.

"Did Sect Leader Bai take the candied hawthorn with you?"

Bai Qinglian shook his head, "I entrusted it to my junior brother for safekeeping."

Safekeeping?

Shi Jingxian felt the term was a bit too formal. He shrugged, "I thought there would be some legendary story of Sect Leader Bai subduing thugs with a hawthorn candy ball."

Bai Qinglian frowned slightly at this.

"No."

He said naturally, "That was something the young master gave me. How could I waste it?"

Shi Jingxian: "..."

Why does this sound a bit off?

Shi Jingxian: "So you ate it?"

"Yes." Bai Qinglian looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Shi Jingxian chuckled dryly, "I just didn't expect Sect Leader Bai to eat candied hawthorn."

Would candied hawthorn turn into ice candied hawthorn with the white moonlight? He was lost in thought.

Bai Qinglian didn't comment, but he seriously evaluated it.

"As the young master said, the vendor's craftsmanship was good, and the taste was acceptable."

Shi Jingxian thought, the words of a five-year-old little dumpling, who would have thought Sect Leader Bai would take them to heart.

But what surprised him even more were Bai Qinglian's next two sentences.

"After eating it, I planted the hawthorn seed in the Xuanyun Sect."

"However, due to the cold climate, only one hawthorn survived, and now every autumn, that hawthorn bears fruit."

When he mentioned "only one survived," Sect Leader Bai's tone carried a slight, almost imperceptible guilt.

Shi Jingxian: "..."

No, why feel guilty? In such a cold place like the snow mountain, none should have survived, right?

And...

If it weren't for the fact that his body felt perfectly normal, Shi Jingxian would have doubted his ears.

Who eats candied hawthorn and then takes the hawthorn seed back to plant a tree?