Senior brother is so awesome!

The following is the main text of the novel "{?$article_title?}" ({?$jieqi_title?}) provided by {?$jieqi_sitename?}. Please enjoy! While Ye Xianqing spoke, his calm yet world-weary eyes remained fixed on the Qingyun Stone, ignoring Yang Shanshan's reaction. Only when he turned around did he notice her thoughtful expression and pale face, and he quickly asked, "Is Chan'er still feeling unwell?"

Yang Shanshan was afraid of Ye Xianqing's insightful eyes, and in her panic, she forced a smile and replied, "It's nothing, I just feel that it's too dangerous for people in the martial arts world to keep this stone in Sanqing Mountain."

Ye Xianqing smiled knowingly and didn't press further. "Sanqing Mountain isn't a place where anyone can come and go as they please." Dressed in flowing white robes, he exuded an otherworldly air. At just over thirty, he was at the peak of his charm. Unlike his senior brothers' youthful inexperience, he possessed an air of dominance that made Yang Shanshan stare in disbelief. Her master was handsome no matter what.

"Cicada, why are you staring at your teacher like that?" he said with a smile.

Yang Shanshan quickly withdrew her overly blatant gaze; as expected, her yaoi fangirl nature was hard to change, and her small face beamed with a smile.

Suddenly, Ye Xianqing seemed to remember something. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, and a force surged through her. Yang Shanshan was confused and dared not move. The feeling of the two forces colliding on the Qingyun Stone appeared again. Before she could feel uncomfortable all over, Ye Xianqing released her hand and asked in confusion, "Chan'er has never practiced martial arts, so how come her internal energy is as abundant as that of a master?"

Yang Shanshan remembered that her senior brother had mentioned teaching her martial arts with this body. She wondered how her master wouldn't know. It was a secret teaching method. She had forgotten the past and decided that pretending to be ignorant was the best approach. She raised her confused face and asked, "Master, you never taught me martial arts before?"

Ye Xianqing nodded and said, "You have been sick since childhood and your mind is not fully developed. Although you have extraordinary physical abilities, I dare not teach you martial arts, for fear that you will be used by evil and heretical sects in the martial arts world."

Yang Shanshan understood and agreed, secretly delighted by her extraordinary physique. An undisguised smile spread across her face. "Master, are you saying my body is very suitable for martial arts? Then, since Chan'er is well, please skip the basics and teach Chan'er more advanced martial arts, such as scaling walls and leaping across rooftops, and so on..."

Seeing her so eager to improve, Ye Xianqing stopped refusing and interrupted her chatter, saying, "Your basic skills are very good. I will teach you some lightness skills tomorrow."

Yang Shanshan jumped up happily, but she didn't notice the worry and question in Ye Xianqing's eyes. Who taught her martial arts? And what was the meaning of it?

As night fell, Yang Shanshan ate her meal without any appetite. She then sat alone by the window, gazing at the rising moon and sighing softly. In half an hour, the time her third senior brother had mentioned—when her eldest senior brother would fall ill and return from the bamboo forest in their master's backyard—would arrive. This matter had been lingering in her mind ever since. She didn't know what she was worried about. She wasn't a doctor, so what could she do even if she went? But the thought of him suffering made her heart pound. Her small fists clenched tightly. Finally, she made up her mind: what could she do but go and see him? It was perfectly reasonable for a junior sister to care about her senior brother!

She immediately ordered Suixin to prepare a box of her favorite snacks. Carrying the food box alone, she quickly walked through the bamboo forest to her senior brother's residence. Under the bright moonlight, the three characters "Thunder Pavilion" could be vaguely seen on the plaque above the door. The calligraphy was domineering and vigorous. Yang Shanshan couldn't help but purse her lips. Sure enough, what kind of person deserves what kind of house? Even his residence revealed his thunderous style of doing things.

She knocked on the door, which creaked open. Yang Shanshan tiptoed to the door and peeked inside. A light was on in the central room, and the outline of the person inside was clearly visible through the window paper. He seemed perfectly normal. Why would she go in if he wasn't having an attack? Wasn't she just walking into a trap? She turned to leave lightly, but then heard a muffled groan from inside, followed by the sound of porcelain shattering on the floor. Yang Shanshan's mind went blank. She ran into the room, pushed open the door, and cried out, "Are you alright…?" The rest of her words caught in her throat, unfinished.

The eldest brother sat alone on the bed, wearing a white undergarment and covering his left chest with his right hand. He looked at her in surprise as she suddenly barged in. The food box in Yang Shanshan's hand fell to the ground. The little girl nervously grabbed his hand, looking him up and down, and asked, "How are you? Does it hurt somewhere?" There was no response. Finally realizing that the atmosphere was a bit strange, the woman raised her head and met a pair of smiling eyes. Her sharp eyebrows were slightly curved, and her usual indifference disappeared, leaving only a gentle tenderness.

Zhong Zhichen parted his thin lips slightly, afraid of disturbing this beautiful dream, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "What are you doing?"

Yang Shanshan was full of questions. "Isn't tonight your nighttime episode? Why are you perfectly fine?"

He was puzzled at first, but then he understood what was going on. He grabbed her small hand with his large hand, pulled her into his arms, and smiled as he looked down at her, "Are you worried about me?"

Yang Shanshan was confused about the situation. The man's faint scent of ambergris filled her nostrils. She stammered, "Um, shouldn't you have an attack and then...and then have a seizure?" Why isn't it happening now?