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

A spiritual power bead filled with spiritual energy appeared in Yu Xiangwan's hand.

Yu Xiangwan did not absorb the spiritual power from the spiritual power bead, but just held it tightly and waited for the opportunity.

He observed that there were many formations in the cell, and in the outer room where Xu Qingran was, the formation would be distorted for a moment when the stone door was opened, causing the formation to be unstable.

Yu Xiangwan held the spiritual power bead in one hand and Ye Zhenan in the other.

Fingertips moved slightly.

He slowly wrote five words on Ye Zhen'an's palm.

Shimen.

Take me away.

Ye Zhen'an only felt a slight itch in the palm of his hand, and then his mind changed and he understood what Yu Xiangwan meant.

He shook Yu Xiangwan's hand in return.

Yu Xiangwan felt relieved when he saw that Ye Zhen'an understood what he meant.

The prisoner's face was covered in bloodstains, each of which was filled with strong liquor. The pupil of his only intact eye was dilated, staring blankly into the void.

It seemed that he was only hanging on to a faint breath. At this moment, even a child in front of him could kill him instantly.

Yu Xiangwan bet that Xu Qingran would not let the prisoner die like this, he would definitely call someone in to keep the man alive.

Xu Qingran lost interest when he looked at the pile of bones on the ground, connected only by a tiny bit of flesh and blood.

Only then did he look at Yu Xiangwan, who had been ignored by him, and his eyes still looked at Yu Xiangwan without much concern, his voice lazy and casual.

"It seems I've ruined him."

"Why don't you take his place?"

"After all, he used to be as exquisite as you."

Yu Xiangwan trembled and shrank back uncontrollably, his eyes filled with fear.

Ye Zhen'an stood sideways in front of Yu Xiangwan, blocking Xu Qingran's inquiring gaze.

He also missed the deep meaning hidden in Yu Xiangwan's frightened eyes.

Seeing this, Xu Qingran chuckled softly, his voice casual and as clear as spring water.

"You come and take his place, and I'll give him a quick death."

Yu Xiangwan did not answer, looking frightened. He lowered his head even lower, holding the spiritual power bead tightly in his left hand, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed into it.

Seeing Yu Xiangwan's expression, Xu Qingran was not angry, but his tone was full of doubt.

"Aren't most cultivators kind?"

Yu Xiangwan bit his lip even harder when he heard this. "Whether a cultivator is good or not, just look at yourself and you'll know."

Xu Qingran's voice continued.

"Why are you still watching someone die?"

Then, as if helpless against Yu Xiangwan, he sighed softly and murmured in a low voice.

"You are really cruel."

Yu Xiangwan continued to transfer spiritual power into the spiritual power bead without making any sound.

As time went by, his face gradually lost all color and turned pale.

Xu Qingran has now returned to his original appearance, looking lazy.

A stream of icy spiritual power shot out from his fingertips and landed on the stone wall, and the stone door in the corridor slowly opened.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the way he opened the stone door and understood.

Sure enough, it’s still so meticulous.

He called people in three times in total, and the mechanism was in different positions each time.

Fortunately, he did not act rashly just now, otherwise he would not know what would happen if he touched the previous mechanism again.

Yu Xiangwan held Ye Zhenan's hand and squeezed it.

Ye Zhen'an understood and increased the absorption of fire spiritual power.

Yu Xiangwan no longer concealed himself and increased the output of his spiritual power.

When Xu Qingran noticed something strange and came back to his senses, Ye Zhen'an had already grabbed Yu Xiangwan's waist and flew ten meters away.

At this time, the spiritual power bead in Yu Xiangwan's hand rioted, making a slight cracking sound.

Everything has its limits; when it's too full, it overflows.

The spiritual power bead, which was originally saturated with spiritual energy, naturally could not withstand the spiritual power of Yu Xiangwan, even though his spiritual power was only one third now.

I saw the surface of the spiritual power bead gradually cracking, and the cracks were still expanding.

All the spiritual power in Yu Xiangwan's body was drained away and sent into the spiritual power bead.

Yu Xiangwan looked at Xu Qingran not far away, and saw that he still looked confident of winning. The fear in his eyes faded, and the corners of his lips rose slightly. Then he threw the spiritual power bead in his hand towards Xu Qingran at lightning speed.

Ye Zhen'an held Yu Xiangwan's waist and flew away, out of the explosion range.

Yu Xiangwan looked back uncontrollably, and saw that the man on the ground in the distance, whose eye, originally looking into the void with dilated pupils, was now staring at him blankly.

Yu Xiangwan was caught off guard and met the eyes of the pair as pure as fresh snow.

The man's eyes were filled with tears that Yu Xiangwan could not understand, and there was also a hint of relief.

Yu Xiangwan's throat tightened slightly, and the feeling of suffocation came over him again.

Ye Zhen'an held Yu Xiangwan's waist with one hand and took out a Thousand Miles Escape Talisman with the other hand and crushed it.

The moment the two left, a deafening explosion was heard.

Everything happened in just a moment. The last thing Yu Xiangwan saw when he left was the man lying on the ground, with the firelight from the explosion of the spiritual power bead illuminating his glassy eyes.

The pressure came, and although the two were fast enough, they were still affected by the residual force.

When the two of them left the dungeon, they could vaguely hear a heart-wrenching roar, which was difficult to hear clearly.

Thousands of miles away, Yu Xiangwan had just been brought out by Ye Zhen'an when he tasted a fishy-sweet taste in his throat.

"puff!"

Yu Xiangwan spit out blood uncontrollably, and when he fell into coma, what caught his eyes were Ye Zhenan's worried eyes.

One month later, Yujian Peak.

Yu Xiangwan slowly woke up and when he opened his eyes he saw a familiar layout.

It is a small bamboo house, his residence.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Ye Zhenan sitting in front of the bed.

He was sitting on the ground, obviously practicing.

Only when he saw Yu Xiangwan wake up did he open his clear eyes and look at Yu Xiangwan.

"you're awake?"

Yu Xiangwan felt a little warm in his heart when he saw this, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Brother, thank you for bringing me back."

Ye Zhen'an stood up and supported Yu Xiangwan.

Yu Xiangwan felt dizzy and asked.

"What time is it now?"

Ye Zhen'an was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes were gloomy.

"It's three quarters past noon."

The voice paused and continued.

"You've been in a coma for a month."

Yu Xiangwan hadn't walked for a long time, and his feet were trembling slightly. He put one hand on Ye Zhenan's hand. He was not surprised that he had been in a coma for a month.

Ye Zhen'an helped him walk out, and looking at Yu Xiangwan's appearance, his heart was filled with pain.

The monks have strong bodies. Even if they have been in seclusion for hundreds or thousands of years, they will not be like Yu Xiangwan, who trembles after only lying down for a month.

Yu Xiangwan just felt that he hadn't seen the sunlight for too long and it felt a little dazzling.

Wait until you reach the door of the small bamboo house.

The sunlight was warm, and Yu Xiangwan squinted his eyes slightly, slowly adapting to the light.

She raised her bare hands slightly to block the sunlight in front of her eyes.

He had clearly slept for a long time, but what he saw in that cell seemed as if it were yesterday.

My heart aches whenever I think of that water dungeon that is like hell.

Ye Zhen'an helped Yu Xiangwan to sit down at the stone table.

But after a moment, a white figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Yu Xiangwan didn't notice it, he just stared blankly in the spring breeze with a distant look in his eyes.

Ning Yu felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw Yu Xiangwan wearing only a white inner garment and looking fragile as he sat in the wind. A good disciple had become like this after going out.

"Little Eight."

Yu Xiangwan turned around upon hearing this and was a little surprised to see his master.

It seemed like whenever he and his senior brother had something to do, the master would come extra quickly.

This is a bit too...concerning.

"Master."

Just as Yu Xiangwan was about to stand up and salute, he was held down by a gentle spiritual power.

"Master."

Ye Zhen'an stood up and greeted.

Ning Yu nodded slightly.

He walked straight to the stone table and sat down, then took out a storage bag and gave it to Yu Xiangwan.

Yu Xiangwan subconsciously took it and scanned it with his spiritual sense, and saw 100,000 high-grade spirit stones lying neatly inside.

Yu Xiangwan looked at his master with a puzzled look.

When did the master become so rich? Back when he and Ye Zhen'an first became his disciples, the gift the master gave them was only three low-grade spirit stones.

When Ning Yu saw that Ye Zhen'an still looked indifferent beside Yu Xiangwan, he knew that Ye Zhen'an had not had time to tell Yu Xiangwan about the situation.

Although Ning Yu still had a blank expression, his tone was slightly softer.

"A month ago, Xiao Qi brought you back with you seriously injured and explained the situation you two had encountered."

"The master went to find the head of the Xu family."

"He knew his son had plotted against you, so he offered to compensate you and Xiao Qi with 100,000 high-grade spirit stones each."

Yu Xiangwan was a little surprised when he heard this. This was too extravagant.