Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Guan Xinyue said timidly, "Second Senior Brother, there's no need to be so polite. I don't ask for much. Just return the Purple Fire Dragon Pattern Alchemy Furnace to me and we'll be even."

Mu Yuze:

"..."

Try to appeal to their emotions and reason with them:

"Eldest Sister isn't proficient in alchemy, and leaving the Purple Fire Dragon Patterned Alchemy Furnace in Junior Sister's hands would be a waste. It would be better if Junior Brother could keep it for the time being..."

"If one day, Senior Sister succeeds in refining the elixir, I will return the Purple Fire Dragon Patterned Alchemy Furnace to you!"

Guan Xinyue: This is the first time I’ve heard someone describe seizing someone else’s things in such a refreshing and refined way.

The world of cultivating immortals is awesome, and I have gained new and strange insights!

Immediately he said with a forced smile:

"Second Brother, there's no need to say more. Please return the Purple Fire Dragon Pattern Alchemy Furnace to me."

After saying this, he raised the corner of his mouth again, revealing the "pampered" side of the original owner's temperament:

"Also, since Second Senior Brother hopes that I will succeed in refining the elixir, I will return the medicinal herbs and spiritual plants that I gave to Second Senior Brother in the past."

"If it's inconvenient, return me other herbs of equal value, or elixirs of the fourth grade or above, or convert them into spirit stones!"

Mu Yuze: "..."

He secretly groaned in his heart. He couldn't help but regret that he was too reckless that day and shouldn't have stood up for his senior brother and slapped Guan Xinyue.

Now, this junior sister’s temper has been brought out.

I vaguely remembered Guan Xinyue's exquisite and adorable face when she first entered the sect. Back then, she chased after them, enthusiastically trying to please everyone.

But if someone makes her angry, she will show an expression like the one just now, put her hands on her hips, turn her head, raise the corners of her mouth, and say:

"Huh, I'm ignoring you!"

Although he seemed angry, his eyes actually turned away quietly, waiting for someone to coax him. He was so cute.

However, since when, this little sister has never shown this "willful" side so "unscrupulously" again.

Could it be that I really did something wrong?

He looked to Master Yunhua for help—Guan Xinyue listened to her master the most. If Master Yunhua could just say a word for him, Guan Xinyue would definitely stop asking him for things.

Nothing else matters.

He had accumulated a lot of medicinal herbs and spiritual plants over the years, but he couldn't just return the purple fire dragon pattern alchemy furnace.

Unfortunately, Master Yunhua didn't get what he meant. He had his hands behind his back, and his face was full of impatience.

If you say that this is Mu Yuze, then he is shooting himself in the foot.

When he first accepted the Purple Fire Dragon Pattern Alchemy Furnace, he had told Guan Xinyue not to tell anyone else about it for the sake of face. Therefore, apart from himself, no one in the Immortal Sect knew how important this furnace was to him.

He doesn't want others to know either.

So at this time, Master Yunhua didn't even think of helping him. He just wanted to quickly get rid of Guan Xinyue, this "useless disciple", and pretend that he didn't see her.

Don’t you see that there are already many people watching the fun in the hall, whispering to each other?

"Okay, Yuze, return that alchemy furnace to Xinyue."

True Lord Yunhua said coldly:

"Return whatever you have to her, and come back to me to find another one!"

"Yes, Master!"

Mu Yuze's face was full of bitterness.

But now that things had come to this, he had no room for maneuver. He could only hope that the alchemy furnace in his master's hands could rival the purple fire dragon pattern.

Thinking of this, he took off the storage bag from his waist and threw it towards Guan Xinyue.

"It's all here. The rest is my apology."

He said coldly, "As you wish, we are even from now on!" After he finished speaking, he expected to see fear and sadness on Guan Xinyue's face. Unexpectedly, Guan Xinyue had no expression on her face, her eyes fixed on the storage bag he handed over.

After using his spiritual power to detect it, he found that the original owner's purple fire dragon pattern alchemy furnace was indeed inside.

In addition, there are some spiritual plants, spiritual herbs, elixirs, spiritual stones, etc. Roughly speaking, the value is almost the same as what the original owner gave to Mu Yuze over the years.

She nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, Second Brother!"

Then he stretched out his hand towards An Ruohe:

"Third Brother, I haven't seen you since I lost my spiritual roots. So, aren't you going to return the things you took from me?"

"What? You're asking me for something. Guan Xinyue, are you crazy?"

An Ruohe widened his eyes, filled his palms with spiritual power, and was about to strike her with a palm.

Guan Xinyue smiled coldly.

Among the five brothers, the third brother, An Ruohe, was the most irritable and the most protective of Tian Ling'er. Ever since Tian Ling'er joined the sect, every time there was a misunderstanding, the original owner would be hit by him.

Before the original owner's spiritual roots were dug out, it wasn't that he couldn't beat him. He just didn't want to hurt the harmony between the brothers and sisters, so he mainly avoided him.

But now her "spiritual roots have been lost", and she can't withstand this palm strike at all.

In a flash, An Ruohe's palm strike came as fast as the wind. No one in the hall could stop her. Her current state of "no spiritual roots" was obvious, and anyone with even a modicum of cultivation could tell, even if they weren't from the Wenxian Sect.

Only the chubby Sect Leader Li could not help but sigh.

Then he covered his mouth tightly again.

Everyone present was a powerful cultivator, but it was not his turn as a small shrimp from a small sect to stand out. Anyone could crush him to death with just half a finger.

It happened so fast that Guan Xinyue quickly fell to the ground and rolled hard, barely avoiding the fierce attack.

Suddenly his hair became disheveled and his body was covered in dirt, making him look extremely miserable.

An Ruohe laughed grimly:

"Big Sister, you're really good at this! Do you want me to return your things now?"

Guan Xinyue propped herself up and climbed up, clumsily brushed off the dirt on her body, and gathered a strand of hair hanging behind her ear.

"Third Brother, you're joking."

The sword she carried as she raised it.

This sword looks good, with a cold glow, but in fact, it is just the standard sword issued by the Wenxian Sect to the inner disciples.

Guan Xinyue raised the sword at this time, and saw three words shining brightly on the sword in the sunlight: An Ruohe.

An Ruohe suddenly felt so embarrassed that her face swelled.

In the Wenxian Sect, once inner disciples passed the swordsmanship test, the sect would not interfere if they had their own swords. However, if the disciple did not have one, the sect would make and issue a standard sword based on the disciple's rank.

Before joining the sect, An Ruohe was just a casual cultivator and didn't have any valuable treasures. Therefore, his sword was originally issued by the sect.

But at some point, he replaced his sword with a strangely shaped one. He didn't explain much about it, and just said that he got it by chance.

"Third Brother, this sword has now been returned to its original owner. Can you also return my Spirit Snake Sword to me?"

"Why?"

An Ruohe stiffened his neck. He had always been a bit of a jerk before joining the sect. Now that interests were involved, he was even more dishonest.

This sword was originally exchanged by Guan Xinyue herself.

He just said it casually, complaining a few words about how he didn't have a good sword and how he was looked down upon, and she eagerly gave him the sword.

He also gave her his sword.

Isn't it? Why should I change it back just because she said so?

Besides, Guan Xinyue was already a cripple, so what was the point of having such a good sword? If he just didn't return it, what could she do to him?

Jump up and bite him?

But he didn't notice that many people in the hall had already shown expressions of dissatisfaction because of his reckless palm.