Chapter 7

The sky was filled with countless stars.

The full moon on the horizon seemed to be showing something to the people.

"Hmm..."

Yin Zhiping woke up from the pain all over his body. As soon as he regained consciousness, he merely blinked his eyes in a daze, but then his face changed dramatically.

He had been...

But now!

"Cough!"

A cough, and Yin Zhiping could feel the taste of blood at the corner of his mouth. He clearly remembered that just as he was about to do something, he was knocked out by something that suddenly fell from above... Thinking of this, Yin Zhiping couldn't help but feel worried.

"Ah? You're awake!"

Yin Zhiping, who was lost in thought and experiencing intense emotional changes, suddenly froze. He slowly turned his head and saw a young man in a blue and white Taoist robe sitting not far away, looking at him. In front of the young man was a bonfire.

At this moment, the young man was holding a rose, casually plucking the petals and tossing them into the fire one by one.

"Who are you?"

Yin Zhiping looked at the young man with confusion, his heart full of doubts, but he didn't feel any sense of caution. After all, for him, what he did before being knocked out was not something ordinary people could accept.

"Chunyang, Yue Yuan!"

Meeting Yin Zhiping's gaze, Yue Yuan introduced himself simply and asked with concern, "I passed by here earlier and saw the Taoist Master unconscious. I don't know what happened. In the end, I could only start a fire to keep watch. Is the Taoist Master alright?"

His tone was gentle, and he looked like a refined and gentle gentleman.

Oh, no, a Taoist!

It seems this person doesn't know what happened earlier...

Yue Yuan's words reduced Yin Zhiping's worries significantly. Although he didn't know where Xiaolongnü had gone or why he was alone, and apart from the pain in his body, he was otherwise fine. All of this made Yin Zhiping sigh with relief, reducing his panic.

If the person in front of him knew what he had done earlier... Yin Zhiping really didn't know how to deal with it.

"I am Yin Zhiping of the Quanzhen Sect, thank you for your care!"

Hearing Yue Yuan's words, Yin Zhiping's mood relaxed, and he didn't think much about it. Seeing Yue Yuan like this, he was quite impressed by the chivalrous behavior of his fellow Taoist. In just a few short sentences, Yue Yuan left a good impression on Yin Zhiping.

Sigh—

Just as he was about to get up and bow in gratitude, Yin Zhiping felt as if his bones were broken, and he was in excruciating pain. Besides the feeling of tightness in his chest, he also noticed that his buttocks were extremely painful, as if he had fallen from a great height and landed directly on his bottom, splitting it into several pieces.

His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and it took great effort for Yin Zhiping to stand up. Under Yue Yuan's watchful eyes, it was clear that his legs were trembling uncontrollably. Taking a deep breath, Yin Zhiping formally bowed to Yue Yuan, who was sitting by the fire.

"..."

Yue Yuan's eyebrows slightly raised, and he was somewhat surprised by Yin Zhiping's behavior, but not entirely. Regarding Yin Zhiping, the reason he was so hated was simply because he was not the main character and made a wrong choice at a critical moment.

In fact, in his heart, Yin Zhiping was still a Taoist, belonging to the Quanzhen Sect. Unfortunately, he broke the rules and was moved by emotion.

"Taoist Master Yin, no need for such formalities!"

Seeing this, Yue Yuan quickly threw away the rose in his hand, stood up, and walked over to Yin Zhiping, helping him up and said solemnly, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda; this is my duty! Besides, Taoist Master Yin, we are fellow practitioners of the Dao, so there's no need to be so formal! And in the world, isn't it always like this?"

What a fine sentiment, that everyone in the world should act like this!

Lifting his head, Yin Zhiping's initial impression of Yue Yuan was quite good, but after hearing these words, his opinion of Yue Yuan improved even more.

"Taoist Master's injuries are quite serious, you should take good care of yourself!"

Supporting Yin Zhiping to the fire and helping him sit down, Yue Yuan continued to advise, his tone still gentle.

"Then I won't thank you further!"

Yin Zhiping bowed again, leaning against the fire, and observed the Taoist in front of him under the firelight, pondering Yue Yuan's background.

What is this so-called Chunyang... where is it?

"Ha!"

With a light laugh, Yue Yuan returned to his seat, pulled down his robe, and sat on a stone. Then, as if remembering something, he took a small white porcelain bottle from his chest and handed it to Yin Zhiping, saying, "This is a medicine I made. Take two pills at a time, three times a day, and take it orally. It will help with your injuries and can also treat some inherent health issues."

"Uh!"

Taking the small porcelain bottle from Yue Yuan, Yin Zhiping, who had previously thought of Yue Yuan as a generous person, did not overly refuse. Besides, his body had indeed suffered significant injuries and needed treatment, and he had no medicine on him.

Therefore, Yin Zhiping did not refuse Yue Yuan's kindness.

Opening the lid, Yin Zhiping poured two pills from the bottle into his palm. Under the firelight, he was surprised to see that the pills were not ordinary solid granules. Although the pills were round, Yin Zhiping could feel that they were soft, a unique substance enveloping a liquid. Just smelling the pills gave a sense of fragrance.

After some thought, Yin Zhiping felt that Yue Yuan had no reason to harm him; otherwise, he would have lost his life without knowing it.

Thus, with a decision made, Yin Zhiping tilted his head, put the two elastic pills in his mouth, and swallowed them.

Under the firelight, Yue Yuan clearly saw Yin Zhiping swallow the pills, and his eyes narrowed slightly, satisfied.

This medicine, combined with the injection earlier...

Ha!

I'm sure the results won't disappoint me.

After all, death can be avoided, but punishment cannot!

Casually plucking the petals from a rose beside him, Yue Yuan continued to toss them into the fire, chatting with Yin Zhiping. In a friendly atmosphere, Yue Yuan selectively revealed his fabricated identity in this world—a Chunyang Taoist skilled in alchemy.

He had just come down the mountain for the first time to explore the world, and before that, he had only wanted to visit the Quanzhen Sect on Zhongnan Mountain.

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, by chance, he found Yin Zhiping, who was unconscious for some unknown reason.

After hearing Yue Yuan's intentions, Yin Zhiping, as one of the hosts of the Quanzhen Sect, took the lead in making arrangements.

The two discussed and negotiated the friendly exchange between Chunyang and Quanzhen.

In the end, both were satisfied with the results.

Especially Yue Yuan.

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