Master, don't tease me, you can't handle three of them.

Jingran, who had been silent until now, finally spoke.

"No problem."

Fan Qingyan had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Jing Ran continue, "I don't remember you. We'll talk about this after I regain my memory."

"Huh?" Fan Qingyan looked puzzled. "Don't you remember? What do you mean?"

"Sect Master, our Master's divine consciousness is incomplete. The only remaining trace was sealed within his body. At the same time, his appearance changed, and he lost his memories. I met our Master in Huacheng and recognized him. The only one who knows the truth and where our Master's other divine consciousness is is the spirit of the Snow Condensation Sword, but the sword spirit is injured and still in a deep sleep," Jing Shu explained.

Upon hearing this, Fan Qingyan stopped smiling and wanted to step forward to examine Jing Ran's body, but Jing Ran blocked Fan Qingyan's outstretched hand with the Snow Condensation Sword.

"Don't touch the seal, or you'll die."

"..." Fan Qingyan awkwardly withdrew his hand. He had indeed been thinking about whether he could break the seal and release the memories first.

As for Jing Ran's identity, the identification by his three disciples and the appearance of the Xue Ning Sword are enough to prove that he is Han Luo, his senior uncle.

Shi Chuan continued, picking up where Jing Shu left off, "Senior brother, does our sect possess any rare treasures that can help the Snow Condensation Sword's spirit recover quickly?"

Fan Qingyan was about to speak when she seemed to remember something, glanced at Shi Chuan, and continued, "It seems there is..."

“Our sect has a sword pool that can nurture sword spirits. It should also be able to help restore the sword spirit of the Snow Condensation Sword. However, the sect has a rule that only the sect leader can enter that place.”

After considering it for a moment, Fan Qingyan said to Jing Ran, "How about... Uncle-Master, you give me the sword, and I'll take it inside to rest for you? It should recover faster than if it did on its own."

Jing Ran met Fan Qingyan's probing gaze and remained silent.

"Is Uncle-Master worried?"

"No." Jing Ran handed the Snow Condensation Sword to Fan Qingyan.

After seeing Fan Qingyan put away the Snow Condensation Sword, Jing Shu continued, "Sect Master, don't tell anyone about this for now. We'll talk about it after the sword spirit awakens."

Fan Qingyan nodded. With his martial uncle's cultivation level, the person who could turn him into this must be extremely powerful. The best course of action at present is to temporarily conceal the news about his martial uncle and not alert him.

"Don't worry too much, the sect still has everything." Fan Qingyan rubbed Gu Meng's head.

"I have other matters to attend to at the sect, so I'll head back now."

After bowing to Jing Ran, Fan Qingyan left Hanfeng and returned to his room on the main peak. He poured himself a cup of tea but didn't touch it.

After seemingly pondering for a long time, Fan Qingyan finally took out an ordinary-looking wooden bird from his storage bag.

Fan Qingyan gently wiped the dust off the wooden bird, his expression somewhat grave. His martial uncle had encountered some danger this time; he should tell him about it...

After Fan Qingyan left, Gu Meng walked up to Jing Ran and asked curiously, "Master, do you still remember me?"

Jingran thought about it carefully, but ultimately shook her head.

This disappointed Gu Meng, who sighed softly, "It seems that I haven't left a deep enough impression on my master."

"I know you." Jing Ran looked at Gu Meng's dejected expression and couldn't help but pinch Gu Meng's little face.

“Jing Shu told me that Meng’er was a crybaby when she was little, and only Jing Shu could coax her to stop crying.”

Gu Meng removed the hand that was messing with her face, blushing as she said, "I'm not a little crybaby. It's normal to cry when you're little! Besides, it's not that I only stop crying when my senior brother comforts me. It's that you, Master, disappear as soon as you see me cry! And then I cry even harder when I see Master disappear, and only my senior brother comes to comfort me!"

Gu Meng was talking about things that happened before she was five years old. After her senior brother came back, she stopped crying as much as before.

Jing Ran's movements stiffened slightly. He hadn't realized he'd treated his youngest apprentice this way before. He'd intended to coax her, but instead, he'd brought up his own embarrassing past.

Left with no other choice, Jingran looked at Jingshu with a pleading look in her eyes.

"Alright, Meng'er. We've been traveling all day, let Master rest. What would you like to eat, Meng'er? Let your senior brother go down the mountain with you to buy ingredients, and we'll cook something delicious for you tonight," Jing Shu chuckled, trying to smooth things over for Jing Ran.

"Don't worry, senior brother! I've already prepared it for you!" Gu Meng perked up at the mention of this.

"My senior brother and I went out to buy everything early this morning!"

Gu Meng pulled Jing Shu out, calling back into the house as they went, "Senior Brother! Don't follow us! Take Jing You to clean out a new room for him to stay in! Master, get some rest! I'll call you when it's time to eat!"

Jing Ran watched Gu Meng's incredibly fast execution, and before he could say anything, Jing Shu was pulled away by her.

Actually, he could also go to the kitchen with Jing Shu to watch him cook.

Shi Chuan got up, intending to take Jing You to find a new room, but seeing that his master was still sitting and hadn't moved, he thought for a moment and then said, "Master, there is a hot spring behind your bedroom. If you are tired, you can go in and rest for a while."

Upon hearing this, Jing Ran's eyes lit up slightly, but he still gave a faint "hmm" on his face.

After everyone left, Jingran slowly got up and walked towards the place Shi Chuan had mentioned. Although she always used cleansing techniques, who could resist the temptation of soaking in a hot spring?

Meanwhile, Gu Meng had already pulled Jing Shu into the kitchen, gave a mysterious smile, and then pushed open the kitchen door. "Clang, clang—"

Looking at the pile of various ingredients, Jing Shu couldn't help but chuckle twice. "Buying so much, can we finish it all?"

"There are more of us!"

Jing Shu walked in and looked at the furnishings, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't these kitchen utensils a little off?"

Gu Meng chuckled twice, "Senior brother has a good eye! After you left, eldest brother tried to cook for me, and then the kitchen exploded. These things are all things we bought later, similar to the original ones."

"When the explosion happened, even Master was startled and came over to see what had happened. He found out that Senior Brother had blown up the kitchen while cooking. Master's expression at that moment was priceless! I rarely see Master show such an expression."

"After that, Master forbade Senior Brother from entering the kitchen. He only allowed Senior Brother to buy me food or take me to eat with the sect disciples."

Gu Meng consciously took a small stool and sat down beside Jing Shu to watch him cook, just like before.

"And what about Master? After I left, did Master still eat?"