46: Junior Brother Wu has misunderstood us.

Facing Wu Yang's interrogation, filled with jealousy and rage.

Lu Yi did not refute, nor did he even spare him another glance.

He just let out a low cough, "perfectly timed."

At the same time, his face, which had carried a hint of teasing amusement, became slightly more fatigued.

His body also swayed slightly.

As if he had overexerted himself healing Leng Ningshuang last night and was now at the end of his rope.

This weak appearance of his.

It was as if that previous remark, "I am very 'potent'," had not come from him at all.

He perfectly feigned the posture of a "white lotus."

He did not look at the furious Wu Yang, but instead used a complex gaze—weary, disappointed, and carrying a hint of grievance—to look toward Leng Ningshuang beside him and said slowly:

"Sister Ningshuang, it seems... Junior Brother Wu has misunderstood us."

This whisper immediately pulled Leng Ningshuang out of her previous embarrassment and confusion.

Seeing Lu Yi's pale complexion and unstable aura, her heart tightened suddenly.

She immediately stepped forward to support his swaying body, and Lu Yi took the opportunity to lean against her.

Leng Ningshuang's tone was filled with concern and worry:

"Are you okay? Is your Spiritual Qi depleted?"

She was thinking that she and Lu Yi were a full Realm apart.

She figured that helping her circulate her energy last night must have nearly drained him dry.

Immediately, her cold, elegant brows furrowed, and she turned sharply toward Wu Yang.

Her tone carried an unprecedented sternness and reproach:

"Wu Yang! Do not be rude! Lu Yi was here last night to... to help me Cultivate!"

She had wanted to explain that it was to alleviate the outbreak of cold energy, but since this matter concerned her Physique, she did not want Wu Yang to know.

In her haste, she could only use the clumsy excuse of "helping me Cultivate" to brush it off.

After all, this could also be considered a form of "Cultivation"...

However, these words were no different than adding fuel to the fire for Wu Yang.

Seeing his Revered Master, whom he held sacred and inviolable, immediately step forward to defend that enemy.

Even going so far as to have such intimate physical contact with him...

He had followed his Revered Master for so many years, and had never even touched the hem of her robe!

This guy was truly hateful to the extreme!

Burning with jealousy, he interrupted Leng Ningshuang's weak explanation and roared in a near-scream:

"Cultivate? Revered Master, do not be deceived by him! This person is glib-tongued and smooth-talking; he clearly has ulterior motives!"

Facing such a blatant accusation, Lu Yi only smiled bitterly, shook his head slightly, and said nothing.

His posture of "not bothering to defend himself," as if he had suffered a great grievance and lacked even the strength to explain, only confirmed Wu Yang's unreasonable and irrational behavior to Leng Ningshuang.

Wu Yang watched as his Revered Master not only completely disbelieved him but instead looked at Lu Yi, who was "acting," with a pained expression.

He felt his entire world collapsing.

He instantly felt as if his heart were being twisted by a knife.

Then he turned around indignantly and rushed out of this courtyard that made him feel suffocated, without looking back.

"Wu Yang!"

Seeing this, Leng Ningshuang was both angry and anxious, and subconsciously wanted to chase after him.

However, her wrist was timely caught by Lu Yi's warm palm.

Lu Yi's voice, carrying a hint of weakness, sounded softly:

"Sister Ningshuang, don't go. Let him... let him calm down on his own."

He paused, and under her gaze filled with guilt and worry, he continued to "play the victim" in that weak tone:

"If you go now, what can you explain? Explain that we are innocent? In the eyes of an impulsive person, any explanation will only be a cover-up."

"I... I am fine, I only consumed a little bit of my Origin power, I will be fine after resting for a few days."

"It's just that I didn't expect that my good intentions would... would be so misunderstood by him."

He paused at just the right moment.

Immediately, in a tone filled with confusion, he asked the question he had long prepared:

"It's just... I am a bit curious, why is he so angry? Is he angry that I, an outsider, 'offended' you? Or... is he angry that I, a man, appeared in your room?"

This sentence pierced with pinpoint accuracy to the core of the problem.

Why was Wu Yang angry? And by what right was he angry?

This question left Leng Ningshuang completely stunned.

That's right... she had just been busy getting angry and explaining, but had never thought about this question.

Why was Wu Yang so agitated?

That had already exceeded the scope of concern a Disciple should have for their Revered Master.

Could it be...

The following thought made her dare not continue thinking further.

On the other side, Wu Yang rushed out of the courtyard, utterly dejected.

Just as he passed a corner of the garden, he happened to run into Chu Qianqian, who was searching everywhere for Lu Yi.

Chu Qianqian was startled by his rushed appearance, hurriedly jumped back a step, stroked her chest, and said coquettishly:

"Oh my, isn't this the State Preceptor's brilliant Disciple? Why the rush, so hurried and frantic? If one didn't know better, they'd think your wife had been snatched away."

This half-joking, half-serious remark was like the sharpest knife, instantly shattering Wu Yang's already crumbling psychological defenses.

His face turned deathly pale, his footsteps halted abruptly, and his whole body froze in place.

Seeing this, a knowing, seductive smile flashed in Chu Qianqian's charming peach-blossom eyes.

Oh, could it be that she had actually guessed right?

She moved with light steps, slowly walked to in front of Wu Yang, and suggested in a tone filled with "goodwill":

"Men, sometimes, just relying on a sincere heart is not enough, you know."

She then continued to tempt him:

"Big sister here has some little gadgets specially made by the Hehuan Sect that can help you make her see her own heart clearly. Do you want to... give it a try?"

The phrasing "help you make her see her own heart" was far more deceptive than "help improve your relationship," and was more capable of striking Wu Yang's currently paranoid heart.

Wu Yang didn't understand what she meant at first.

But soon, he suddenly came to his senses.

He looked at the bewitchingly charming face before him, and felt a chill in his heart.

His Revered Master was sacred and inviolable in his heart!

How could he allow such filth to defile her!

He glared fiercely at Chu Qianqian, like a beast whose reverse scale had been touched, and rebuked angrily:

"Get lost! You enchantress!"

After saying this, he dared not stay any longer, and without looking back, he fled the State Preceptors Residence as if escaping.

Chu Qianqian watched his disheveled retreating figure, curled her lips, and didn't care.

And Wu Yang, walking alone on the streets of the capital, although still filled with disgust and disdain for Chu Qianqian, for some reason, the enchantress's words began to echo repeatedly in his mind, uncontrollably.

"Make her see her own heart..."

"Make her see her own heart..."