Chapter 92

Many people's gazes were focused on Heng Yi, Chen Zizai, and Xu Wenfeng.

Xu Shengtian, the name 'Shengtian' actually embodies Xu Tianfeng's hope that his eldest son would surpass him.

Among many children, those with outstanding cultivation talents were few, the highest being Chen Zizai, who hated him to the bone. The next was Xu Shengtian, who had been close to Xu Tianfeng since childhood.

Xu Tianfeng invested a huge amount of resources to improve Xu Shengtian's cultivation, using all means possible, whether it was magical artifacts, elixirs, or having experts infuse true qi to enhance his physique.

This effort resulted in Xu Shengtian becoming a top genius, entering the second level of Earth Rank at the age of eighteen.

Xu Tianfeng had high hopes for this training, giving numerous instructions before departure, urging his eldest son to return with outstanding achievements.

He thought that with many experts to assist, and given that his eldest son was not just a show-off, achieving a top twenty ranking would be a sure thing.

Unexpectedly, he saw that Xu Shengtian had only a little over three thousand points, which made him furious.

"Where is Xu Shengtian?" After shouting for a while and seeing no sign of his eldest son, Xu Tianfeng had a premonition of something ominous. Knowing his son well, he was aware of Xu Shengtian's poor character, but he had always been obedient in front of him. It made no sense for him to hide after such a scolding.

'Could he have died in battle?' This thought made Xu Tianfeng feel a vague panic.

The trainees listened, but no one spoke.

At this moment, Heng Yi stood up, clasped his hands, and said, "Reporting to Deputy Sect Leader..."

Before Heng Yi could finish, Chen Zizai hastily interrupted, "Xu Shengtian died in battle."

Xu Tianfeng's face turned pale, finding it hard to believe. He cast a suspicious glance at Chen Zizai, which lingered for a long time.

Seeing the unusual situation, Xu Bangwang said, "Dying for the training is a noble sacrifice. The brave who died will be honored tomorrow. Deputy Sect Leader, let the returning trainees rest first."

Xu Tianfeng suppressed his grief, forcing a smile, which was more painful than crying. "All disciples, return to your quarters. Tomorrow at dawn, gather here for the ceremony to join the Merit Hall..."

Chen Zizai tightly gripped Heng Yi's wrist, sternly reminding him not to say too much.

The trainees, each with their own thoughts, bowed and dispersed. Chen Zizai told Hu Baijie and the others, "You and Heng Yi go back and rest first."

Hai Yuntian and Hu Baijie understood that Chen Zizai was worried Heng Yi might say something inappropriate, so they hurriedly urged him to leave. Heng Yi, while walking, looked back and asked worriedly, "Brother Chen, will he take the blame on himself?"

Hu Baijie quickly reassured him, "So many people saw and heard what happened. Someone from Xu's group will speak up! You don't need to worry. Xu Tianfeng is grieving over his son's death, and the captain is trying to console him to prevent him from being too devastated. Besides, Xu's death was dishonorable, and revealing it in front of so many elders would damage the Deputy Sect Leader's dignity. You need to be more careful about these things."

Heng Yi nodded, finding it reasonable. He had not considered the issue of dignity.

In the past, he had noticed that the Hu Hai Sect people were very particular about their dignity. During the training, he found that Chen Zizai was also like this, and now even Deputy Sect Leader Xu Tianfeng cared about his dignity. Reflecting on these matters, he realized they were similar to Dahuang's initial concern for his dignity.

Heng Yi silently resolved to learn how to consider others' dignity in the future.

Before leaving the Two Extremes Hall, a peak sect disciple around thirty years old called Hai Yuntian and Hai Shan to follow him.

"You are now special disciples of our sect, and all special disciples belong to the Two Extremes Hall. I will take you to see your assigned quarters."

The two, somewhat nervous, quickly clasped their hands and called him senior brother, then followed him.

Hu Baijie accompanied Heng Yi back to the Two Extremes Hall, where he stayed in a treehouse on the third level of Earth Rank. The surroundings were quiet, with only Chen Zizai living nearby. No other disciples of the third level of Earth Rank lived in the Two Extremes Hall.

Hu Baijie did not want Heng Yi to worry about Xu's eldest son, but when they returned to the treehouse, she saw Heng Yi calculating the value of the magical artifacts and elixirs he had obtained as rewards, deciding which to choose, which to give to his master, and which to give to his junior brothers and sisters. Hu Baijie realized her worries were unnecessary.

Heng Yi was truly confident in the sect rules and had never been worried!

"Master and the junior brothers and sisters will be very happy. They have never even heard of treasure artifacts! Master once said that treasure artifacts were something he dared not dream of in his lifetime, but now they are all here..."

Hu Baijie, looking at Heng Yi's joyful expression, thought about how their relationship had developed from the Hu Hai Sect's martial arts competition to today, just over ten days. From initial curiosity and anticipation to dislike and difficulty in accepting, to later being willing to risk her life for him, the changes were rapid and magical.

Unfortunately, fate was so helpless.

At this moment, Hu Baijie believed that Chen Zizai had probably already sent a message to Hu San.

Offering some benefits to the Hu Hai Sect, he ordered Hu San to dissolve their engagement.

Hu San had no choice, and neither did she.

Because she was unwilling to die and see Heng Yi belong to another woman.

The sky outside was gradually darkening.

Heng Yi was counting the number of three types of cultivation elixirs he had brought but not used during the training. "Baijie, how much have Master and the junior brothers and sisters improved in their cultivation these days?"

Hu Baijie laughed, "We've only been in the peak sect for ten days. How much could they have improved?"

"True... The training felt like it lasted a long time." In the Hu Hai Sect, Heng Yi always felt the time was short, only a little over a month. Compared to the half-year he spent with Dahuang, the Hu Hai Sect seemed like a brief interlude. Only after coming to the peak sect did he feel that time seemed to pass slowly, the water refining hell felt like an eternity, and the training seemed to last a very long time because so much happened.

Hu Baijie suddenly stepped forward, gently pushing Heng Yi down and lying on top of him, saying with a slight pout, "You only care about what Master and the junior brothers and sisters need. Can you care about what I need?"

Heng Yi lay there, looking at Hu Baijie's slightly flushed face and the warm breath on his nose, feeling a vague unease. "Baijie, what kind of magical artifact do you want?"

"I want to stay tonight." Hu Baijie gently caressed Heng Yi's chest, forgetting Chen Zizai's warning or deliberately ignoring it.

She had no time left, she was unwilling, and she was afraid Heng Yi would soon forget her.

"Then stay, you sleep, I'll sit."

"I want you to sleep with me." Hu Baijie's warm lips lightly brushed against Heng Yi's face, and the pressure made it increasingly difficult for Heng Yi to breathe. He thought of what the village bully had done, feeling inexplicably aroused.

"We can only sleep together after we get married..."

"If you treat me as your wife, what's the difference now? Don't you want to?" Hu Baijie's hand slipped into Heng Yi's robe, feeling his changing emotions.

"Of course, we've kissed! You are my fiancée, but I think we should wait until after we get married to sleep together..."

"Idiot, look at how many people of similar age in the peak sect sleep together? The sect never forbids it, and the rules aren't as strict as you think."

The warmth and moisture on his ear and neck made Heng Yi's mind wander. Hu Baijie's words seemed reasonable, and he hesitated, wondering if it was really okay.

But the words of his junior sister Wang Feizi and Dahuang made him feel it was not...

Hu Baijie teased him, though she had no experience, she had seen and heard a lot, and she was confident.

She felt that Heng Yi's refusal was not as firm as before and was glad he called her his fiancée.

"Is Heng Yi there?"

A voice, infused with true qi, suddenly called out!

The vibration made Heng Yi's true qi tremble, and all his emotions vanished.

Heng Yi quickly responded, "Yes." He tried to sit up, panicking, "It's Heiyue, it's not good if someone sees us."

Hu Baijie gritted her teeth, knowing that Heiyue was deliberately ruining things. Otherwise, who would infuse true qi to call out!

'This damned woman!' Hu Baijie hated Heiyue, knowing that Chen Zizai also cared about her.

Who was she, Hu Baijie, to let Heiyue get away with it so easily?

Hu Baijie pushed Heng Yi down, rushed to the treehouse door, and coldly said to Heiyue outside, "We are going to 'sleep'! If you have something, come back tomorrow."

The word 'sleep' was emphasized. Heiyue quickly apologized, turned, and flew away.

Heng Yi, stunned, watched Hu Baijie close the door and return. "This, this isn't good to say..."

Hu Baijie lay on him, laughing, "What's not good? It's natural for us to sleep together, who cares?"

"But..."

"Stop butting, okay?" Hu Baijie kissed Heng Yi, interrupting him.

Her long hair was thrown back as she gently took off her splendid magical robe. "Do I look good?"

Heng Yi, somewhat embarrassed, nodded. Hu Baijie took his hand and placed it on her high chest. "Do you like it?"

Heng Yi was about to answer—

"Is Brother Heng Yi there?"

Outside the treehouse, Chen Zizai's voice suddenly called out.

Heng Yi's hand instinctively pulled back, panicking, "Yes, yes, I'm here."

Hu Baijie bit her lower lip, guessing that Heiyue had done this.

"Oh, nothing, I'm back to rest, just saying hello."

"Is Brother Chen okay?"

"Fine." Chen Zizai's voice faded away.

Hu Baijie silently held Heng Yi's hand, who struggled, worried. But when she saw tears welling up in her eyes, he let her hold it, asking worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Hu Baijie shook her head, softly saying, "I want to, don't refuse me, okay?"

Heng Yi didn't know why Hu Baijie was like this. Though he was scared and no longer excited, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

"Cough—ah—"

A voice, infused with true qi, suddenly called out.

It was Chen Zizai again.

Hu Baijie despaired, letting go of Heng Yi's hands. She knew it was Heiyue's doing and that she had no hope of succeeding.

"What's wrong with Brother Chen?" Heng Yi, puzzled by Chen Zizai's strange voice, asked concernedly.

"Nothing, just practicing a sound technique. It won't disturb you, right?"

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