Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

The sun had completely jumped out of the horizon, and its golden rays shone on Nengfan's face, a warmth tinged with heat. He had originally thought that the female disciple, Chen Rongrong, had come for the fragrant sesame cake in his hand, but when she heard that he was delivering a letter for Guan Shanyu, she dropped the bucket at his feet, snatched the letter, and ran away without a word.

Oh, and when I ran away, I didn't forget to remind him to help watch the bucket.

Nengfan was eating the cake with a confused look on his face, but before Chen Rongrong ran away, she left a message saying that she was going to find Song Ziye, so that should be fine.

Anyway, as long as the things are in Song Ziye's hands, it doesn't seem to matter who goes?

So he simply sat on the steps and continued to enjoy the cake leisurely.

Meanwhile, Chen Rongrong ran as fast as she could, her heart filled with complaints about Guan Shanyu. She thought he was both hypocritical and cunning. He'd rushed to find Song Ziye right after escaping the water dungeon, and she wondered if he had some ulterior motive. The more she thought about it, the more she felt something was amiss. After all, when things are out of the ordinary, there must be something fishy going on.

If Chen Rongrong wasn't a woman, she would have wanted to imitate those senior brothers from Qionghua Peak and spit fiercely. Panting, she ran halfway up the mountain, the Sutra Library in sight. Chen Rongrong wiped the sweat off her face, lifted her skirt, and walked up the mountain road. A familiar figure appeared on the mountain road not far away, and Chen Rongrong recognized him at a glance.

Yan Ruchen?

After seeing clearly, Chen Rongrong turned around and tried to escape.

The story of Yan Ruchen and Si Hongyin spread throughout the sect, and her infatuation instantly made her look like a clown. Although no one laughed at her, she had not yet digested the sadness of losing her love, and did not want to see Yan Ruchen for the time being.

But as luck would have it, Yan Ruchen also saw Chen Rongrong. Seeing her turn around and run away quickly, he immediately called out to her, "Rongrong!"

Chen Rongrong covered her ears and pretended not to hear, but Yan Ruchen shouted from behind: "Rongrong, you dropped your things!" When she heard it, she immediately turned around to check the ground. Yan Ruchen took the opportunity to walk up to her, and his tall figure suddenly cast a shadow over her.

Chen Rongrong slapped her head and thought to herself that she had fallen into a trap!

Yan Ruchen asked in confusion, "Rongrong, why did you run away when you saw me?"

Chen Rongrong's eyes flickered as she looked around and said vaguely, "It's Ruchen. Haha, I didn't see clearly. I have something urgent to do and I have to go."

Yan Ruchen asked with concern: "What's the emergency? Do you need help?"

Chen Rongrong quickly shook her head, her nose sore, and whispered, "No, I'll go find Senior Brother Song. If you have nothing else, I'll leave first."

Seeing her strange expression, Yan Ruchen guessed that she might be hiding something, so he didn't ask any further questions. He only reminded her, "Senior Brother Song has returned to Zixiao Spirit Realm. I don't know when he will be back."

Chen Rongrong was startled and looked up at him, but when she met Yan Ruchen's eyes, she immediately lowered her head and murmured "Oh". Her eyes caught a glimpse of a handkerchief hanging around Yan Ruchen's waist, with a wild goose embroidered on it. Before she could react why Yan Ruchen was carrying such a sissy thing, Yan Ruchen noticed her gaze and explained, "This is from Hongyin. I'm going down the mountain today too, and she gave it to me as a gift."

Chen Rongrong's heart sank, and she looked up at Yan Ruchen with a complicated expression. Seeing this, Yan Ruchen added, "Hongyin also gave Senior Brother Song a handkerchief as a gift for a long journey. She is just more enthusiastic..."

Before Yan Ruchen could finish his words, Chen Rongrong had already covered her ears and ran away, shouting "Ahhh I don't want to listen".

Yan Ruchen stood there without moving for a long time.

Inside the bamboo house, Guan Shanyu was extremely anxious, eagerly waiting for Nengfan to bring back good news, especially for Song Ziye to show up in person.

Just now he was chatting with the guard at the door and learned that several elders had packed their bags early in the morning and seemed to be planning to go out. Only Elder Qing Yuanzi stayed behind, but his exact whereabouts were a mystery, which made Guan Shanyu very anxious.

If Qing Yuanzi is the only one left in the sect, will Guan Shanyu also be in danger? Will Qing Yuanzi do anything to him?

Guan Shanyu was lying on the bed, sighing like a lazy fish. Suddenly, the door was violently kicked open. He got up in panic to check, only to see Chen Rongrong standing at the door with a fierce look on her face.

Guan Shanyu jumped up in shock, hurriedly grabbed the pillow to protect his chest, and asked in a trembling voice, "What...what are you going to do?"

Chen Rongrong threw a crumpled piece of paper to Guan Shanyu and said to him viciously: "Don't you think I don't know what tricks you are playing? You still want to call Brother Song to harm him! You wish! Brother Song has returned to Zixiao today, so you just stay here honestly! Don't think that by playing some foxy tricks, you can make him think you are the best and give him gifts! Bah! Despicable! Shameless! In our place, people like you will be caught and thrown into the pig cage!"

Chen Rongrong finished her curse in one breath, spat at Guan Shanyu without any ladylike manners, and angrily slammed the door. On the way, she met the gatekeeper disciple. Seeing his face full of fear and curiosity, she stopped, put her hands on her hips and scolded him, before leaving with satisfaction.

Guan Shanyu was left alone, terrified and huddled on the edge of the bed, hugging his pillow, his face blank and completely at a loss as to what to do.

What's with the foxy thing? What's with the gift-giving thing? Is passing a note a gift? Should he be arrested and thrown into a pig cage?

Guan Shanyu felt like the sky was falling. Not only was he about to be thrown into the pig cage, but he also felt that Chen Rongrong was probably on her period, so she came to bother him in broad daylight. The same thing happened with Nengfan. He was intercepted halfway, and he hadn't called Song Ziye twice.

I'd better find someone thinner next time. This fat guy is too big.

In addition to this, he was more worried about another thing. Song Ziye and the elders were not in the sect, so what should he do?

What if someone tries to murder him?

For example, secretly getting rid of him, or doing something bad and letting Guan Shanyu take the blame, how possible is this!

How about going to Yan Ruchen and asking him to protect him? Anyway, he really couldn't go back to the water prison. He would die if he went there again. Otherwise, he could ask Yan Ruchen to take him with him. He would definitely not disturb his relationship with Si Hongyin. If necessary, Guan Shanyu could cover his eyes when they were doing something critical.

Ahhhh what a mess this is.

Guan Shanyu scratched his head in frustration, unable to think of any solution. He had imagined his tragic end hundreds of times in his mind. With huge dark circles under his eyes, he couldn't sleep all night. At dawn the next day, Guan Shanyu sat up from the bed with his last breath. He was about to ask someone for help to find Yan Ruchen, but several fierce and tall disciples rushed in from outside the door. They were obviously fellow disciples of the bearded man.

Without saying a word, they ordered the gatekeeper disciples to take Guan Shanyu to the Zixiao Spiritual Realm.

Guan Shanyu: "What kind of hidden plot is this..."

The mountain wind in the early morning is exceptionally cool. The sun has not risen yet to scorch the earth. The forest is filled with the chirping of birds and the breeze brings with it the fragrance of flowers. Many diligent disciples will get up at this time to practice morning lessons. While they are warming up with boxing in the forest, they can see several sword-riding disciples whizzing through the sky.

Guan Shanyu was blinded by the wind. He was flying too fast, and without goggles, the disciples were flying too low, sending debris flying into his face. He could only squint his eyes. But even more embarrassing than that was the fact that he was being held under the arm of one of the guiding disciples.

He didn't know why the disciple wanted to take him away in this posture. This flying posture was really embarrassing. He thought, is it because he resisted a little when they broke into the door? They picked up Guan Shanyu, put him under their arms, and flew into the sky on their swords. When they really flew into the air, Guan Shanyu really didn't dare to struggle. After all, if he moved around and fell down, he would really be smashed to pieces.

These disciples were unfamiliar, and their height was astonishing, like giants, squeezing Guan Shanyu so tightly that he couldn't move. People tend to wander when they're idle. While Guan Shanyu speculated about what he would face when he was taken to the Purple Sky Spirit Realm, he also wondered if these disciples were from the demon clan. After all, they looked so fierce. Could ordinary mortals have such fierce faces?

Just as he was lost in thought, the group had already reached the sky above the Purple Sky Spiritual Realm and landed steadily in the center of the square. While still some distance from the ground, the disciple tossed Guan Shanyu down from under his arm.

Guan Shanyu was thrown heavily to the ground and rolled several times before stopping. He curled up in pain. Seeing this, the disciple glanced at him apologetically, not expecting that Guan Shanyu would not land on his own.

The square was still cool, the sun still shone. Seeing Guan Shanyu being treated so roughly, Song Ziye felt displeased. After glaring at the disciple who led the way, he quickly stepped forward to help Guan Shanyu, who was groaning in pain, to his feet, half leaning on him to steady himself.

Then, he turned to the white-haired old man waiting on the side and respectfully asked, "Master, this is Guan Shanyu. Should we take him in first, or start here?"

The old man was the leader of Zixiao Spiritual Realm, named Yuan Chongxiao, and he was also the founder of the sect.

Over eighty years old, he remains vigorous and energetic, showing no sign of frailty. His silver hair, though streaked with silver, is neatly combed, sometimes tied high in a crown, projecting a commanding presence without anger. His features are strong, his nose is prominent, and his physique, though no longer sturdy, remains as erect and flexible as a pine or cypress. His every gesture reveals profound cultivation and restrained strength. He wears an elegant robe, his sleeves fluttering in the wind, like an immortal about to soar into the heavens.

Sect Leader Yuan slowly walked up to Guan Shanyu and gently tapped his forehead. Guan Shanyu felt the pain in his body instantly dissipate. But before he could even pause in surprise, an invisible force suddenly gripped his throat, making him feel as if he were in the depths of the ocean, struggling to breathe and unable to control himself.