Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Isn't this Ling Youyan the one who was badly injured in the Illusion Forest?

Remembering how he had taken his jade pendant and kicked him, Guan Xun's eyelids twitched involuntarily.

When she saw the lame man at the auction, she guessed that he must also be from the capital. He was so badly injured back then, and she thought he was going to die, but she didn't expect him to be alive and well.

Fortunately, the other party clearly didn't recognize her, which relieved her. She had been having a lot of trouble lately, and she didn't want to get into any more.

If I'm not mistaken, the senior student Jian Rou from earlier today might be his distant cousin, which would make him the second young master of the Left Prime Minister's residence.

"Guan Xun." Ling Youyan murmured softly. He was about to say something when the white-clad figure beside him brushed past him.

Guan Xun strode down the back mountain, raised his small hand and waved to those behind him: "I think we will meet again, probably soon."

Will we meet again soon? Ling Youyan watched her retreating figure with amusement: "What does this mean? Should I simply interpret it as it's normal for people from the same college to meet, or should I interpret it as her... having some feelings for me?"

"Hmm... I think it should be the latter."

If Guan Xun, who lives far away in the back mountain, heard this, he would be speechless. Being too narcissistic is no good.

"Hey…"

She stretched and burped as she took a deep breath. Now that she was full, she should go back to rest. If she had nothing to do tomorrow, she would cultivate in the cultivation room.

The school has a rule that as long as your cultivation progress is up to par, you can choose whether or not to attend classes.

There's nothing worth listening to in the lessons the teachers give; she might as well just start cultivating. After all, she only came to the academy for spiritual energy.

The cool moonlight shone on the roadside flowers and plants, making people feel a sense of indifference.

Despite the sweltering heat, a cool breeze always blows at night.

On the cobblestone path, Guan Xun's skirt swayed a few times as it was swept by the grass. Suddenly, she slowed down her pace and then stood still.

My heart was pounding uncontrollably, the thumping sound particularly noticeable in the quiet night.

She could feel the crimson fusion that had been swirling around the four-colored spirit pearl in her dantian. Her body suddenly paused, and then the speed of its swirling motion increased significantly.

Guan Xun's pupils contracted slightly. She touched her left abdomen, her brows furrowing. "Chi Rong? What happened?"

But all she got in response was the gentle sound of the wind. She had thought that Chi Rong had regained some of his intelligence, but it turned out that she had been worrying too much.

But the commotion just now... couldn't have happened for no reason. Could it be that she absorbed too much spiritual energy today, causing Chi Rong to have indigestion?

"..." Guan Xunyu rubbed her forehead. Chi Rong was an ancient divine beast, how could it be unable to transform due to absorbing too much spiritual energy? It seems that she was too tired and was even hallucinating.

She had just relaxed slightly when a strong sense of familiarity made her body stiffen abruptly, her heart tighten, and she subconsciously scanned her surroundings, but she didn't see anyone.

Feeling cold sweat pouring down her back, Guan Xun lowered her eyes and spread her divine sense over a large area. Soon, she raised her eyelids and fixed her gaze on the back of the mountain.

It was pitch black there. Her gaze swept upwards and landed on the top of the tallest tree.

There stood a man in a white robe, tall and slender, with his feet planted on the treetop.

Behind him, the moon hung high in the starry sky, its light gently falling on his back, making the silver strands of hair on both sides of his back sparkle, and the hem of his robe fluttered back and forth in the breeze.

Because he was facing away from the moonlight, a thin shadow covered his face, adding a deeper sense of coldness to his already aloof features.

The Imperial Tutor?!

Guan Xun felt her raised chin stiffen slightly. She turned her ankle and, without thinking, instinctively turned and left.

Her intuition was correct; the Imperial Tutor today was more murderous towards her than he was yesterday!

Just as Guan Xun turned around, a strong gust of wind blew up the hair beside her face! The ends of her hair swept directly past her chin, and when the hair fell back down, the tall white figure had already landed in front of her.

What a great speed!

Guan Xun immediately pulled back his raised foot and turned to run away, just then the Imperial Tutor spoke: "You."

The voice was like a ghost, pressing down on Guan Xun so that she couldn't move her legs. She choked on her breath and could only ask, "What do you want to do?"

The Imperial Tutor completely ignored her question and continued with his own unfinished sentence: "Transformed into human form?"

Transformation?

Guan Xun frowned, turning her head to look at that cold and jade-like face. Her gaze fell on the icy blue eyes under the gauze. She forcibly suppressed the sense of intimacy that welled up in her body, and said in a cold voice, "I was born as a human, not a demon beast. Why would I need to take on a human form?"

That's a strange question. She had examined the original owner's body; she was just an ordinary human being.

As he finished speaking, the Imperial Tutor's handsome brows furrowed slightly. He rarely seemed to do this, and the wrinkles between his brows didn't quite suit him; they looked rather out of place.

Even so, Guan Xun had to admit that the man was exceptionally handsome, almost to an excessive degree.

But the other party harbored murderous intent towards her! She dared not let her guard down even for a moment because of her beauty.

The Imperial Tutor's brows furrowed with a hint of doubt, a sense of uncertainty in his expression. Then, he raised his right hand slightly, the tip of his slender index finger curling up slightly before sliding down.

There was already some distance between him and Guan Xun. To anyone else, it seemed like the other was just gesturing at thin air. But the moment his fingertips slipped down, Guan Xun immediately felt a sharp pain in his arm!

She gasped in surprise and turned her head to see that her flowing sleeve had been torn open, revealing her snow-white skin. The wound that had been scratched yesterday and had started to scab over had turned into a brand new one!

A drop of blood slowly seeped out, sliding down her smooth skin to the ground, and a faint smell of blood filled the air.

He could hurt her without even getting close?!

At this moment, Guan Xun finally understood that no matter how he hid, he could not escape the other party's grasp.

The reason why the Imperial Tutor did not take action before must be because he had some doubts and was not yet certain.

Her eyes darted around as she pondered something. Thinking back, it seemed that during yesterday's sparring session, the Imperial Tutor only noticed her after she had been cut and bled!

Guan Xun's face immediately darkened, and he immediately pulled his sleeve tightly with his other hand to press the wound firmly to prevent it from bleeding again.

"As the Imperial Tutor, you injured someone without cause. I don't recall having any grudge against you." Her voice was as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month. The closer they got, the stronger the sense of intimacy she felt. Forcibly suppressing it had already caused a thin layer of sweat to appear on her forehead.

As she spoke, countless thoughts flashed through her mind. She certainly didn't recognize this person. Could he be an enemy of the original owner of this body?

Or is it a family feud from their parents' generation? Searching for the original owner's whereabouts, then silencing them in revenge? That doesn't seem absurd, does it? Besides, what sense of kinship could there be between enemies?

"It's a festival." The Imperial Tutor slowly uttered two words. Ever since the blood droplets fell from Guan Xun's arm, the doubt between his brows had vanished without a trace, and he had returned to his usual aloofness.

"Do you know that I have been searching for you for millions of years?"