89: Chapter 89 Distress

Suppressing that hint of shyness, she turned to look toward the source of the voice.

She saw Zhao Xinyue wearing a pink-and-white dress.

Like an agile little rabbit, she came hopping and skipping over.

A sweet smile hung on her round face, her almond eyes curved into crescent moons, and while her figure was petite and cute, her curves were eye-catching.

As she ran, the hem of her skirt fluttered, fully displaying her naive cuteness.

Zhao Xinyue ran up to Mu Wanyao in a few steps.

She spotted the lingering blush on her cheeks at a glance.

Her eyes immediately lit up, and she leaned in to curiously examine her.

Her small hand lightly poked Mu Wanyao's arm:

"Sister Wanyao, why are you standing at the door zoning out? Your face is still all red; are you hiding some secret? Tell me quickly!"

Mu Wanyao's heart skipped a beat from the poke, and a flash of panic crossed her gentle eyes.

She quickly turned her face away, coughed lightly, and said in a soft, gentle voice:

"No... I don't have any secrets, I just caught a breeze and felt a bit feverish."

"Feverish? That's not it at all!"

Zhao Xinyue put her hands on her hips, shaking her little head like a rattle-drum, looking completely certain.

"I think you're thinking about someone, right? And it's a man! Sister Wanyao, be honest with me, who did you just see?"

Mu Wanyao was hit right in the heart, her cheeks becoming even hotter. She waved her hands in a panic, trying to change the subject:

"Xinyue, don't talk nonsense, I was just thinking about Sect tasks."

The more she tried to cover it up, the more curious Zhao Xinyue became. She leaned in closer, blinking her large eyes teasingly:

"Oh, oh, oh, you're even shy now! In the entire Luoxue Sect, there aren't many people who can make you, Sister Wanyao, blush and zone out. Could it be... that super amazing Junior Brother Ye Yun from the Life-and-Death Arena yesterday?"

Mu Wanyao stiffened, a flash of alarm crossing her eyes, and she quickly spoke up.

"Don't talk nonsense, that's not true. Xinyue, you mustn't say such things."

Seeing Mu Wanyao's flustered and shy appearance.

Zhao Xinyue covered her mouth and giggled, no longer teasing her.

She knew Mu Wanyao had a gentle and shy nature, and pushing her too hard would only make her feel uncomfortable.

After laughing for a moment, the smile on Zhao Xinyue's face gradually faded.

Her petite brows furrowed slightly, and she took Mu Wanyao's hand.

They walked to the stone table in the courtyard and sat down, her tone becoming serious:

"Sister Wanyao, I won't tease you anymore. I came to see you today because I have something important to tell you."

Mu Wanyao followed her lead and sat down, picked up the clear tea on the table, and took a light sip.

Using this to hide the shyness in her heart, she asked softly:

"What is it? What matter makes you so serious?"

Zhao Xinyue bit her lip, a trace of worry appearing in her eyes as she looked at Mu Wanyao, her voice dropping a few notches:

"It's because of Murong Yun. He was so angry at the Life-and-Death Arena yesterday, and his obsession with you is something everyone can see."

"I'm worried... I'm worried that because of Junior Brother Ye Yun, he might vent his anger on you. If he keeps pestering and harassing you in the future, what will you do?"

At the mention of Murong Yun, the fingertips holding the teacup paused slightly.

A faint trace of sorrow quietly crept across her gentle brows and eyes.

She gently set down the teacup, a flash of helplessness crossing her eyes, and sighed softly.

She had long since deeply experienced Murong Yun's obsession and possessiveness.

Over the years, Murong Yun had pressed her step by step, sending Spiritual Plants and gifting Cultivation Techniques.

He showed favor everywhere, and his possessiveness in his words was never hidden, causing her endless annoyance.

Yesterday, he flew into a rage again because of Ye Yun, and that gloominess and ruthlessness.

Still made her feel lingering fear.

But Mu Wanyao could only shake her head lightly, her voice carrying a sense of helpless reassurance:

"Xinyue, don't worry too much. Although Murong Yun is wild, he still fears the Sect rules. This is within the Luoxue Sect; with the Enforcement Elder and Sect precepts to restrain him, even if he is unwilling, he dare not do anything to me openly, let alone harass me wantonly."

Although she said this, Mu Wanyao still harbored a hidden worry in her heart.

She knew Murong Yun's nature—ruthless and protective of his own. Having suffered humiliation yesterday, he would definitely not let it rest.

But she did not want to make Zhao Xinyue worry, so she could only hide this sorrow deep in her heart.

Zhao Xinyue looked at Mu Wanyao's forced calm appearance and heart-achingly held her hand.

Her little face was full of indignation:

"But that Murong Yun is too obsessed, he doesn't listen to reason at all! His grandfather is a Grand Elder of the Sect, his background is so big; what if he ignores the rules and does something bad in the shadows?"

"Sister Wanyao, if you are wronged, you must tell me. I will help you deal with him!"

Mu Wanyao looked at Zhao Xinyue's worried appearance, her heart warming.

She reached out and lightly patted her head, forcing a faint smile on her gentle face:

"I know you care about me, don't worry, I will take good care of myself. If something really happens, I will definitely tell you immediately."

A breeze brushed past the Bamboo Rhyme Cottage again, the bamboo leaves rustling, and the fragrance of tea curling in the air.

Mu Wanyao looked at the emerald bamboo outside the courtyard, the sorrow in her eyes lingering gently.

The one she worried about was never herself, but that calm and confident young man.

Murong Yun's anger would eventually all be poured out onto Ye Yun.

And she, trapped within this Sect, could only worry silently, helpless.

Ye Yun bid farewell to Mu Wanyao and hurried back to the Outer Sect dormitory. When he pushed the door open and entered.

The room was empty; Zhao Hu and the others had already gone to the Cultivation grounds for hard training.

He walked straight to his stone bed.

Sitting cross-legged, he closed his eyes lightly and began to circulate the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture again.

The Mystic Power flowed slowly along his Meridians, like a thin stream of water.

With every cycle of the circulation, the Mystic Power within his Dantian only increased by a tiny bit, so slowly it made one anxious.

Ye Yun frowned slightly, helplessness rising in his heart; the progress of his Cultivation was so slow it was almost stagnant.

[The Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture is centered on Dual Cultivation, and the Hehuan Daoist Body relies on the blending of Yin and Yang to trigger rapid growth.

Without a woman for Dual Cultivation, relying solely on one's own meditation and hard training, the efficiency is simply pitifully low.

Yesterday I just reached the Great Martial Artist Fourth Level, and I wanted to use Cultivation to stabilize my Foundation, but at this speed, I'm afraid it will be hard to make any progress even in half a month.

System, oh System, you are forcing me to walk through a sea of flowers, never able to be idle for a moment.]

He gritted his teeth and continued to persevere, but no matter how he focused his energy.

The growth of his Mystic Power remained as slow as a snail.

It was far from the Heaven-Defying speed of breaking through three levels in one day, like when he Dual Cultivated with Master Bai Yuxue every night.

The huge gap left Ye Yun feeling full of powerlessness, yet he could do nothing about it.

I don't know how much time passed, but the dormitory door was gently pushed open a crack.

Sun Hao tiptoed in.

He looked up and saw Ye Yun sitting cross-legged, focused on his Cultivation, and his footsteps stopped instantly.

A flash of gloominess and jealousy quickly crossed his eyes.

But he immediately lowered his head, feigning indifference, and slowly moved toward his own bed.

Sun Hao's heart was already churning, he was almost going crazy with jealousy.

[Why? Ye Yun is just a newcomer to the Outer Sect who just joined, with no background or support; how can he win the Life-and-Death battle and make such a shocking debut?]