Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

After one stick of incense, Yu Xiangwan's spiritual power was exhausted and his face turned pale.

Only then did he stop transmitting spiritual power, and Ye Zhen'an placed the two of them side by side and put them aside.

Then he took out the Huiling Pill and handed it to Yu Xiangwan.

Yu Xiangwan subconsciously opened his mouth and swallowed the Huiling Pill from the hand handed to him by Ye Zhenan, and then he came back to his senses.

His face flushed instantly.

Ye Zhen'an was also stunned when he saw this, then he calmly withdrew his hand and lowered his long eyelashes like crow feathers.

Before Yu Xiangwan had time to think about it, he saw the hand that Ye Zhen'an had just handed him the elixir. The blood gushing out of his forearm had soaked his clothes at some point.

The wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

"You are hurt?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhen'an quickly hid his injured hand as if trying to cover it up, and lowered his eyes without looking at Yu Xiangwan.

The voice was as clear as usual without any change.

"……No."

Yu Xiangwan frowned slightly, looked at him disapprovingly, and spoke earnestly.

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured? If you had told me earlier, I would have treated you first."

Unfortunately, his spiritual power is easily overdrawn when he saves people. It would be better if he could take the elixir while transferring spiritual power.

However, you cannot take drugs while losing spiritual power, otherwise it will cause spiritual power disorder, which will not be worth the loss.

As Yu Xiangwan spoke, he reached out to grab Ye Zhenan's hand that was hidden behind his back. His fingertips, which were fair and smooth with a hint of powder, gently lifted Ye Zhenan's sleeve, revealing the horrific wound inside.

At this time, Ye Zhen'an lowered his eyebrows and said nothing like a child who had made a mistake.

Yu Xiangwan felt frustrated when he saw Ye Zhen'an's obedient appearance like a punching bag.

Before he could speak, he heard Ye Zhen'an whispering softly.

"They are more seriously injured than me..."

Yu Xiangwan was stunned when he heard this. It was only at this moment that he completely separated the well-behaved and kind Ye Zhenan in front of him from the murderous madman in his dream.

In the past, I always told myself that Ye Zhen'an was Ye Zhen'an and dreams were dreams, and tried not to confuse them.

But in fact, only he knew that the dream had penetrated deep into his bones, so that he was afraid and alienated from the real Ye Zhen'an.

On the surface, he treated him as his seventh senior brother from the same clan and the same origin, and treated him equally. He sparred with him like an ordinary fellow apprentice, and they exchanged martial arts and were nice to him. However, deep down in his heart, he was secretly wary of him.

If he dared to bare his fangs at him, he would kill him with one sword.

Yu Xiangwan suddenly felt a pitiful sense of guilt from the depths of his heart.

Yu Xiangwan looked at Ye Zhenan's clear eyes, afraid that Ye Zhenan would still have the same attitude of putting others first and me last when encountering this situation next time, so he said to him seriously, word by word:

"Brother, you are my seventh brother."

"We are of the same origin. Apart from my family, you are the closest person to me."

"It hurts me to see you hurt."

"In my place, no one can compare to you."

“You don’t have to prioritize because you’re always ahead of them.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhen'an looked at Yu Xiangwan in shock. Yu Xiangwan's words were like a huge rock hitting the sea, causing huge waves in his heart.

"...Junior...brother?"

Yu Xiangwan heard Ye Zhen'an's stammering voice. Why did he stutter when he spoke a word?

Suddenly, I saw Ye Zhen'an's clear eyes again. The calmness in his eyes seemed to be broken by something, revealing a little bit of caution. He said softly,

"Then can I call you Changning?"

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

You're pretty good at climbing up the ladder, aren't you?

However, apart from A Niang, no one had ever called him by his nickname, and it would be a bit awkward if he were to do so.

Ye Zhen'an's voice remained calm, but Yu Xiangwan could hear some nervousness in it.

My heart softened in the end, but I let it go, considering that this time I wanted to save someone but ended up getting him into trouble.

Yu Xiangwan responded in an inaudible whisper: "Yeah."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhen'an's brows relaxed and he smiled.

Changning has a really soft heart.

Yu Xiangwan naturally had no idea what Ye Zhenan was thinking. He lifted Ye Zhenan's injured hand and gently placed it on his knee.

He urged the wood spiritual energy in his hand to flow towards Ye Zhenan's wound.

Ye Zhen'an only felt a tingling warmth coming from the wound.

The wound slowly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, scabbing and growing new pale pink tender flesh.

It was the first time that Ye Zhen'an witnessed the power of Yu Xiangwan's healing ability and was shocked.

Moreover, the two people were almost out of breath and their internal organs were damaged, but now their breathing has become stable.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the living dead and the bones.

Yu Xiangwan had just healed the wound on Ye Zhenan's hand when Ye Zhenan started practicing without stopping.

Yu Xiangwan: “…”

Curly, too curly.

The spiritual energy in this secret realm is richer than that in the outside world, and cultivation is faster.

But to him, it was not as much as the spiritual energy in his space.

That's why he has no interest in practicing in the secret realm.

Yu Xiangwan looked at Ye Zhenan who was practicing quietly on the side, and the two people who were still unconscious outside.

Being alone was boring, so he started practicing with Ye Zhen'an.

Two hours later, Yu Xiangwan heard a moan coming from outside, so he stopped practicing and looked outside.

The male cultivator was still unconscious.

The female cultivator opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes.

Those were a pair of beautiful eyes, as pure and crystal clear as amber and glass.

Although Sang Yu was still in pain, it was obvious that someone had already treated them.

He just managed to stand up, his black hair hanging down to the ground, his companions beside him, and Yu Xiangwan in front of him.

She had never seen such a good-looking person before, and she was slightly dazed, feeling that he looked familiar.

But she also knew that staring at people was impolite, so she looked away, her voice still a little weak.

"Daoyou, did you save us?"

It was not until Sang Yu sat up completely and tremblingly that Yu Xiangwan realized that she and her companion's faces were still covered in blood.

"Ah."

Yu Xiangwan couldn't help but look at Ye Zhenan who was still practicing on the side.

He was indeed a cultivation maniac. He was so excited that he was unwilling to use any extra spiritual power to cast a cleansing spell on them.

Ye Zhen'an had sensed it as soon as the female cultivator woke up.

But nothing is more important than cultivation, he is still too weak.

He has poor spiritual roots and poor talent, but Yu Xiangwan has good spiritual roots, good talent, a spiritual body, and he practices so hard.

Every time he started practicing, Yu Xiangwan would find an empty space next to him and sit on the ground to practice together, forgetting to eat and sleep.

So he can only practice harder, the early bird catches the worm.

Sang Yu obviously also sensed the strangeness on her face. She wiped it with her white hand, and a piece of dried blood residue stuck to her white fingertips. Then her crystal clear eyes were slightly stunned.

Seeing this, Yu Xiangwan felt guilty and turned his eyes away slightly.

Sang Yu performed a cleansing spell on herself, took out a blood-replenishing pill from her arms, carefully put it to her lips and ate it.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the pale girl in front of him who had lost too much blood, and then he suddenly realized.

He didn't feed them enough blood-replenishing pills, and both of them were almost sucked dry by the demon tree. How could one blood-replenishing pill be enough?