88: Chapter 88 Mu Wanyao Presents Pills

The young man hurriedly waved his hand, said he dared not, turned around, and walked away quickly.

Ye Yun turned back and greeted Zhao Hu and the other four.

He adjusted his robes and walked straight toward the Inner Sect.

At the boundary between the Outer Sect and the Inner Sect, there was a Sect Restriction.

Only those holding a summons from the Inner Sect could enter.

The Disciple guarding the Restriction verified the summons and immediately let him pass.

Stepping into the Inner Sect, the surrounding environment instantly became elegant and serene.

The paths were paved with bluestone, and both sides were planted with spiritual bamboo and Immortal Plants, the air filled with a faint fragrance of spiritual energy.

Exquisite courtyards were scattered about, far more impressive than the simple dwellings of the Outer Sect.

Ye Yun followed the directions and continued forward.

Before long, he arrived in front of a small courtyard surrounded by green bamboo.

The courtyard gate was slightly ajar, bamboo shadows danced, and a faint scent of tea drifted from within.

This was Mu Wanyao's residence—Bamboo Rhyme Cottage.

Ye Yun raised his hand to knock lightly on the gate and spoke in a gentle voice:

"Senior Sister Wanyao, Disciple Ye Yun has arrived as requested."

"Junior Brother Ye Yun is here, please come in."

A voice as gentle as water came from the courtyard, sweet and pleasant, making one feel at ease.

Ye Yun pushed the gate open and entered, lifting his eyes to see the person in the courtyard.

Mu Wanyao was dressed in a moon-white light gauze long dress.

The cuffs and hem were embroidered with light green bamboo branch patterns, simple and elegant.

Her jet-black long hair was gently pulled up with a mutton-fat jade hairpin.

A few soft, fine wisps of hair hung on both sides of her cheeks, setting off her jade-white skin.

She was sitting by a stone table brewing tea, her posture tall and graceful, her brows curved.

Her gentle temperament was like the warm sun of spring, radiating a soothing softness that made one feel at ease.

This appearance was very similar to the gentle and quiet Liu Ruyan.

It was just that Liu Ruyan's figure was fuller and more enchanting, with a stronger air of allure.

Mu Wanyao, on the other hand, was elegant and gentle, with a slender and graceful figure.

She lacked a bit of allure but had more of a scholarly gentleness.

Seeing Ye Yun enter, Mu Wanyao hurriedly stood up and walked forward quickly.

A faint smile appeared on her gentle face.

"Junior Brother, no need for formalities, please sit. I just brewed some spiritual tea, have a taste."

Ye Yun sat down on the stone stool as instructed and bowed to Mu Wanyao:

"Thank you for the trouble of summoning me, Senior Sister. I wonder, what instructions do you have for me?"

Mu Wanyao sat opposite him and picked up a jade teacup.

She poured a cup of clear tea for Ye Yun, her fingertips slender and her movements gentle.

She looked up at Ye Yun, a trace of guilt appearing in her gentle eyes, her tone apologetic:

"I summoned you today with no other major matter in mind. I have simply been feeling guilty; if I hadn't rashly approached you to make your acquaintance yesterday, you would not have offended Murong Yun."

"He is sinister and paranoid, and his background is extremely deep. He will certainly try every means to cause you trouble, and I fear you will suffer in the Outer Sect."

Ye Yun picked up the teacup and took a sip of the spiritual tea; the tea was crisp and refreshing, soothing to the heart.

He put down the teacup, a calm smile on his face, his tone firm and confident:

"Senior Sister Wanyao, please do not worry. Although Murong Yun is arrogant, he cannot do anything to me."

"I have my own means of self-preservation. If he dares to come and cause trouble, I will not be someone he can manipulate."

Mu Wanyao watched Ye Yun's calm and unhurried demeanor, and her heart stirred slightly.

The young man before her had only entered the Sect a few days ago, yet his cultivation had already reached the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level.

Facing a top Inner Sect Disciple like Murong Yun, he remained calm and composed, without a shred of fear.

This courage and bearing were far superior to those sycophantic Disciples in the Inner Sect.

The guilt in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an inexplicable palpitation.

Mu Wanyao raised her hand and took out a palm-sized brocade box from her Storage Pouch.

The box was made of cloud brocade and embroidered with exquisite patterns.

She gently pushed the brocade box toward Ye Yun, her gentle face filled with expectation:

"Junior Brother, this is a Yellow-grade High-tier Healing Medicinal Pill I have kept privately. Its medicinal effect is excellent. If you encounter injuries while out, taking it will quickly heal your wounds. Please accept it; consider it a small token of my sincerity, so that I may feel at ease."

Ye Yun opened the brocade box, and a rich medicinal fragrance instantly rushed toward him.

Inside the box lay a Medicinal Pill that was white and glowing throughout.

It was round and full, with clear pill patterns; it was truly a genuine Yellow-grade High-tier Healing Medicinal Pill.

A Medicinal Pill of this grade could be considered a rare item among Outer Sect Disciples.

Yet Mu Wanyao gifted it to him without hesitation.

Ye Yun did not hypocritically decline; he put away the brocade box and solemnly thanked Mu Wanyao:

"Since this is your kind intention, Senior Sister, then this Disciple will accept it."

"Thank you, Senior Sister, for the Medicinal Pill. I will keep this kindness in my heart."

Seeing Ye Yun accept the Medicinal Pill, Mu Wanyao's brows and eyes instantly curved into crescent moons.

A happy smile appeared on her gentle face, like a blooming orchid, gentle and moving.

The heart she had been hanging on finally settled completely.

"Junior Brother, no need to be polite; it is just a Medicinal Pill."

Mu Wanyao said softly, turning the topic to Cultivation.

"Junior Brother, you are now at the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level. The Outer Sect Grand Competition in a month should be effortless for you."

"As long as you perform normally, you will be able to successfully enter the Inner Sect and shed the many constraints of the Outer Sect."

Ye Yun nodded gently, his tone indifferent:

"I have confidence in the Outer Sect Grand Competition. Entering the Inner Sect is just a matter of time."

Mu Wanyao looked at Ye Yun's confident appearance, her appreciation growing even more.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking softly, her tone carrying a hint of caution:

"Junior Brother, I recently accepted a Sect mission to go to the back mountain to collect Spiritual Plants. Completing it can earn quite a few contribution points."

"Contribution points can be exchanged for Medicinal Pills and Cultivation Techniques, which will be of great benefit to your Cultivation. I would like to invite you to go together. The mission is not difficult; you only need to follow me, and afterwards, I will split the contribution points with you."

In reality, Mu Wanyao was worried that Murong Yun would strike in secret.

She wanted to use the mission as an excuse to stay by Ye Yun's side and protect him.

However, she could not speak directly, so she could only use such a tactful method.

Ye Yun saw through her intentions at a glance, and a warmth welled up in his heart.

He smiled and nodded, agreeing:

"Since you have so kindly invited me, Senior Sister, then this Disciple will respectfully comply. I will be troubling you then."

"It is no trouble, no trouble at all."

Mu Wanyao shook her head hurriedly, her face full of joy.

The two chatted for a while longer, and then Ye Yun stood up to take his leave.

He still had to rush back to his dormitory to Cultivate, so it was not convenient to stay long.

Mu Wanyao saw Ye Yun to the courtyard gate.

Watching his tall, straight back disappear into the depths of the green bamboo.

A faint flush quietly appeared on her gentle cheeks.

She stood there, not turning back for a long time.

In her mind, Ye Yun's image kept appearing.

His handsome brows and eyes, his calm bearing, his dominance on the arena, his gentleness when spending time together.

Every scene was clearly imprinted in the bottom of her heart.

Mu Wanyao raised her hand and gently pressed her chest.

She could clearly feel her heart beating rapidly, out of her control.

Ripples spread across the lake of her heart, unable to calm down for a long time.

This was the first time since she grew up that she had felt such a clear palpitation for a man.

"Sister Wanyao~"

A delicate and crisp voice came from the end of the path, carrying a hint of liveliness and playfulness.

Mu Wanyao snapped back to reality, hurriedly restraining the emotions in her heart, and raised her hand to gently brush her cheeks.