Maybe I shouldn't die.

The direction the man left was exactly the direction he came from, and when they passed each other, he heard the man's disdainful complaints.

“I thought he was a cultivator from a big sect, but he couldn’t even help with treatment for free. Isn’t it just a matter of magic?

He is so stingy that it is obvious that he is a cultivator from a small sect who came from somewhere. When introducing himself, he did not even mention the name of his sect.

I have never seen a cultivator from a large sect who is so secretive and stingy. "

It turns out that he wanted to get the treatment for free, and when it failed he actually complained. It's obvious that this person has a bad character.

What's more, when disciples from large sects introduce themselves, they must announce their sect. Anyway, their sect doesn't have this habit, and it seems that the cultivators of Yuxu Sect don't have this habit either.

It seems like this is a sect that likes to keep a low profile, just like theirs. Perhaps there will be a chance for cooperation in the future.

Fang Yue had no idea that this black-robed monk had thought so much in just a moment of passing by. She had just sent away a person who wanted to seek her treatment.

It’s not that the other party’s request is that troublesome. After all, for her, healing is just a matter of casting a spell. Although this spell consumes a lot of her spiritual power, it is no problem to treat only a few people.

But she couldn't start this. She had noticed that there were many people secretly watching this place. If she agreed here, someone else would definitely come looking for her.

She understood the principle that it is more worrying to have too little than to have too much. In order to avoid further trouble, she simply rejected the other party's request.

Even after the rejection, the other party's expression became very ugly. If she hadn't had so many fellow disciples around her, she estimated that the other party would have spoken ill of her at that time.

Even so, the other party still complained after turning around and leaving. Although his voice was not loud, everyone present was a cultivator, so who could not have failed to hear it?

Her junior sister Ke Yu beside her heard these words and snorted coldly, but she did not hide it.

"Qiu Shui Sect is a well-known large sect, but why would they accept a petty-minded disciple like you? It doesn't live up to the reputation of your sect at all."

Yu Huai, who had just walked over, laughed when he heard this.

"Qiu Shui Sect, it is indeed a large sect, but when did Qiu Shui Sect start to recruit male disciples?"

At this moment, a group of people happened to walk in from outside the trial tower.

The leader was a female cultivator in green with a gentle face, but the words she spoke were not gentle.

Her tone was extremely stern:

"My Qiushui Sect never accepts male disciples."

Wow, this is a lie that hits the mark. Those who haven't entered the tower yet couldn't help but cast their eyes on the male cultivator who claimed to be a disciple of Qiu Shui Sect.

The disciple did not seem to have expected to be pointed out, and he even happened to meet someone from the Qiu Shui Sect who came to the trial tower. His face became gloomy for a moment.

There is no need to explain this change in expression. Anyone with eyes can see that this person is guilty.

But soon the expression on that person's face turned into flattery. He took a few quick steps and came in front of the green-clothed female cultivator from Qiu Shui Sect.

"Senior Sister Qin, don't you remember me? I'm Cong Ming."

The green-clothed female cultivator called Senior Sister Qin didn't even look at him, but just nodded towards Yu Huai and said:

"Friend Yu, long time no see."

Yu Huai also nodded and replied:

"Friend Daoist Qin, long time no see."

It seems like the two of them are familiar with each other!

The two of them could indeed be considered familiar with each other, so the green-clothed female cultivator did not hide it and asked Yu Huai directly.

"I don't know what happened, but I heard Daoist Yu mention my Qiushui Sect when I was outside."

Yu Huai smiled and shook his head.

"It's hard for me to say this. You should ask the monk next to you."

The green-clothed female cultivator then turned her gaze towards the male cultivator who called himself Cong Ming, and spoke in a hostile tone:

"What have you done in the name of my Qiushui Sect?"

The smile on the male cultivator's face froze, and his expression, which was already stiff due to being ignored before, became even more distorted, and resentment flashed in his eyes.

But he was lowering his head. The female cultivator in green was unaware of the change in her expression. Seeing him lowering his head and not saying anything, she thought he was trying to hide something, so her tone became stern.

"It's better to tell the truth."

The male cultivator then raised his head, his face full of grievance.

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to ask that female cultivator to heal the consciousness of me and a few friends. But she refused. Her fellow disciples even mocked me and the sect. I don't care. How can they look down on the Qiushui Sect?"

When the green-clothed female cultivator heard this, her expression obviously turned grim, especially after the male cultivator said that some people looked down on the Qiu Shui Sect.

"Who looks down on the Qiushui Sect?"

The male cultivator couldn't help but slightly curl up the corner of his mouth when he saw this, obviously thinking that the female cultivator in green had listened to his words. He raised his head and pointed in the direction of Yuxu Gate.

"That's her, the round-faced female cultivator."

Originally, he wanted to add Yu Huai, but when he thought of the previous conversation between Yu Huai and Senior Sister Qin, the two were obviously familiar with each other, so he decided not to do it to avoid any trouble.

The green-clothed female cultivator looked in the direction of his finger, and her sight fell on Fang Yue, and then on Ke Yu, the round-faced female cultivator beside Fang Yue. She must be the one he was talking about.

Ke Yu naturally heard the conversation here, and after receiving her gaze, he did not explain anything, but just showed a disdainful smile.

It seemed like he was mocking her. That's what I said, what do you want?

The female cultivator in green clothes did not respond to her gaze. After looking at her for a while, she calmly withdrew her gaze and asked in an ambiguous tone:

"Why does she look down on Qiu Shui Sect?"

When the male cultivator heard this, the smile on his face widened a little, and there was even a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"she……"

"Snapped."

Before he could finish his words, a slap landed heavily on his face. The sound was extremely crisp. In an instant, a bright red slap mark appeared on his face, and the other side of his face swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The female cultivator in green seemed not to have seen this scene, she calmly put away her hand and continued to ask him;

"Why does she look down on Qiu Shui Sect?"

It was as if the slap before was not given by her.

No matter how slow the male cultivator was, he realized that something was wrong at this moment. The severe pain on his face made his eyes red, and his tears flowed uncontrollably. The resentment in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

But he quickly concealed his resentment, and with his tears blocking his view, the onlookers did not notice his change in expression, but the female cultivator in green who was watching him did not ignore it.

Her expression did not change at all, as if she did not notice the resentment of the person in front of her, and continued to ask:

"Why does she look down on Qiushui Sect?"