Transcending the Magic Era: The Supreme Female Archmage

After personally escorting Ao Nanxi back to her tent, the group finally breathed a sigh of relief; they had managed to get through the day.

Back in her tent, Nalan Xingyao leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed, giving Puyang Minghui a disgruntled look.

"Minghui, what kind of terrible ideas are these? Are we going to use this kind of excuse every time we help Qiuchi repair his mental space?"

Puyang Minghui felt a little guilty after hearing her words. She shrank her neck and muttered an explanation: "I just came up with this in a moment of inspiration... Besides, how was I supposed to know that Nanxi was so hard to fool? This time it went quite smoothly, didn't it? Qiu Chi performed wonderfully!"

Chu Yichen rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly: "It went smoothly, but your reason is too unreliable! Listening to ghost stories every day, that's not just an ordinary 'hobby,' it's outrageous!"

Chu Qiuchi took a sip of tea and slowly said, "Hey, little brother, don't say that! Don't you feel a great sense of accomplishment seeing Nanxi's 'I'm never listening again' look on your face?"

"A sense of accomplishment?" Chu Yichen's lips twitched, looking at her speechlessly. "Are you the only one who feels a sense of accomplishment? The rest of us were almost scared out of our wits by you!"

Upon hearing this, Puyang Minghui nodded repeatedly, complaining as if she had found an ally: "That's right, Qiu Chi, you really enjoyed scaring Nan Xi, but you also accidentally hurt us! Qiu Chi, I'm begging you, please don't use these scary tricks again. I really can't sleep at all tonight!"

Chu Yichen sighed in agreement, "That's right, sis, you really need to rein in your magic! I'm too scared to close my eyes tonight, all I can think about is that little girl of yours 'take me home,' it's too terrifying!"

Nalan Xingyao also helplessly advised, "Minghui, you should think before you speak next time. We were lucky this time; Qiu Chi performed well on the spot. If he had given himself away, Nanxi wouldn't be so easy to deal with."

Ji Moyu had been observing coldly until she finally spoke up calmly: "If you ask again next time, I suggest you give a reasonable explanation directly. There's no need to waste time and energy on these pointless things."

The group was stunned by his words and fell silent. Puyang Minghui lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers like a scolded schoolchild, while Chu Yichen wore an expression of "you're right," nodding inwardly but not daring to say it out loud.

Nalan Xingyao sighed softly, her tone carrying a hint of agreement: "Brother Yu is right, a reasonable explanation is indeed more convenient. Let's not do these fancy things next time."

Chu Qiuchi shrugged nonchalantly, still looking relaxed: "Alright, alright, let's just consider this an accident! Minghui was just trying to cover for us. If it weren't for her quick thinking, we really wouldn't have been able to come up with a decent excuse this morning. Besides, this trick actually worked quite well. At least she won't doubt my ability to tell ghost stories anymore!"

Chu Yichen couldn't help but roll her eyes: "Sis, you're missing the point! Is the ability to tell ghost stories important? We were trying to cover up the truth, but we ended up touching your heart and becoming a stage for you to show off your 'special talent'."

Chu Qiuchi raised an eyebrow, leaned back lazily in his chair, and said with a half-smile, "How could the key point be wrong? The process doesn't matter; results are everything. And as it turns out, I succeeded!"

Chu Yichen sighed helplessly, ignoring her sophistry, and instead stroked his chin thoughtfully, saying, "However, it's indeed difficult to find a reasonable, credible, and non-suspicious reason. It seems we need to study it carefully, otherwise it will be hard to fool her next time she asks. This matter absolutely cannot be leaked; it's even more shocking than having full innate spiritual power."

Puyang Minghui muttered under her breath, "Actually, it doesn't need to be that complicated. Qiu Chi can impress people just by improvising..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Moyu gave her a cold glance, and Puyang Minghui immediately fell silent, shrinking back into her chair and obediently lowering her head without making a sound.

The tent fell silent. The men looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Chu Qiuchi glanced around, a slight smile playing on his lips, and broke the silence with a soft chuckle: "Can't you all think of a reasonable excuse right now? If it's about cultivation, then you can't all be cultivating while I'm the only one not! If it's some other reason, we're inseparable every day, how could you possibly leave me out?"

Chu Yichen sighed, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "It really is true. There's no way to explain leaving you out alone."

After much deliberation, the group still couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse that wouldn't arouse suspicion, which made them somewhat frustrated.

Puyang Minghui slapped her knee, her tone revealing a sense of despair: "Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore! If it really doesn't work, let's just tell stories! Anyway, Qiu Chi's ability has been certified! He won't dare to close his eyes tonight, so let's continue to help Qiu Chi recover. We have all the excuses ready today."

Chu Yichen glanced at her and said helplessly, "Minghui, your thought process is really peculiar. Using the same excuse every day? It's fine once or twice, but if you use it too many times, you'll be seen through sooner or later."

Puyang Minghui pursed her lips, shrank her neck, and muttered under her breath, "Do you have a better way? There's no other way!"

Seeing the puzzled looks on their faces, Chu Qiuchi shook his head and smiled as he smoothed things over: "Alright, stop worrying about it. Minghui's point isn't entirely unfounded. Since we have a ready-made reason tonight, let's use it. We can think of something else later."

Nalan Xingyao sighed softly and looked up at the dimly lit tent: "Well, let's stick to the original plan tonight and continue helping you recover. But in the future, we must think of countermeasures in advance and not always act on impulse."

Ji Moyu, who had been silent all along, finally spoke up: "When the time comes, we should agree on a consistent story and not leave any loopholes that might arouse suspicion."

Puyang Minghui nodded seriously: "Okay, okay, I'll definitely think it through next time and never say anything reckless again!"

The group reached a consensus, and the atmosphere finally eased.

Chu Qiuchi stood up, stretched, and smiled easily: "Since everyone agrees, let's get moving! However, I have a suggestion: if we really can't find a suitable reason, let's not take it so long in the future. Let everyone have some time to rest and recover. We can't let everyone be listless every day because of my situation."

Chu Yichen leaned back in his chair, glanced at her, and smiled slightly. "Sis, the reason it took so long is because everyone wants to help you repair your mental space as soon as possible! We've been so worried about you."

Chu Qiuchi raised an eyebrow and said half-jokingly, "Alright, I know everyone means well, but a little more time won't make a difference!"

Upon hearing this, Nalan Xingyao shook her head, her tone earnest and insistent: "Qiu Chi, this matter is urgent, it's better to resolve it as soon as possible. The longer it drags on, the greater the risk, especially since we are now in a war zone, the environment is complex, and we cannot afford any hidden dangers."

Puyang Minghui immediately chimed in, nodding repeatedly, "Yes, Xingyao is absolutely right! Qiuchi, this is our top priority. We're making an early investment, so once your mental strength is fully recovered, you'll have to take good care of us little friends!"

Chu Qiuchi was amused by her: "Wow, your investment has a pretty high return on investment!"

The group smiled and began to focus their attention. The lights inside the tent were dimmed, creating a quiet and focused atmosphere. They poured their spiritual energy into Chu Qiuchi. That night, no one spoke a word, but their unspoken understanding was more profound than any language.