I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi still wanted to try, but Bing Nandong suddenly moved closer to him, asking a question with each step: "You know you have amnesia now, right?"

"Yes, that's right."

"If they know you're alone, what would happen if some sects found out about your situation?"

"do not know."

"And with your extremely Yin birth chart, aren't you afraid that this piece of fat meat will be targeted by evil spirits and devoured alive?"

Forced into a corner, Fan Zhiyi bumped into the edge of the table, his eyes widening in fright. He braced himself against the table to avoid falling directly down: "There's no way back. Wait for me to change direction and back away."

Bing Nandong took a step back, stared at Fan Zhiyi, and sneered as he concluded, "I didn't realize you were the kind of person who would do anything to pity a woman."

"No, please don't misunderstand the pure friendship between Fan Zhiyi and me. It's a friendship that transcends life and death!" Ayu said, applying what she had learned and filled with righteous indignation. "If we're talking about that, then how could you be so unfair to Zhiyi between you and Zhuang Yujing!"

Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Fan Zhiyi could almost see Bing Nandong's rage.

Bing Nandong asked, "What do you mean?"

"that is……"

"It's nothing!" Fan Zhiyi hurriedly interrupted, then burst into laughter, "The moonlight is lovely tonight."

"There's no moon tonight." With a "snap," all that was left for Fan Zhiyi was the tightly closed door.

From the sound of the door closing, Fan Zhiyi could tell that Bing Nan was quite angry, and it seemed that getting A Yu's ashes back would be a long and arduous task.

Ah Yu loudly plotted and urged, "Fan Zhiyi, let's steal my ashes back and then leave this place of trouble together!"

"Let's forget about being angry. Bing Nan Dong is right. Let's wait until we get to You Shan Temple to discuss everything."

Ayu puffed out her cheeks: "Why are you so afraid of him? Based on the rumors and what I know about you, he's two-timing you. If anyone should be afraid, it should be him being afraid of you finding out."

"Little Fish, some things are best left unsaid. The three of us are innocent. Don't spread these rumors in front of Bing Nan Dong, or he might lose his temper and punish you." Fan Zhiyi hadn't expected the rumor to have affected A Yu so much; it seemed she hadn't grasped the essence of gossip, which is often a mix of truth and falsehood.

“I know.” A Yu sighed. “I could tell from Bing Nan Dong’s attitude. I’m just angry.”

"Alright, then you can vent and say whatever you want here. Besides, Bing Nandong's attitude towards his junior brothers and sisters is really good."

“You don’t understand.” A Yu chuckled. “Some people are about to hatch their little schemes. Don’t believe me? Just look!” A Yu pointed to the table.

Fan Zhiyi looked in the direction she was pointing and then noticed a small box on the table. It was obvious who left it there; he had been talking the whole time and hadn't noticed when Bing Nandong had put it down.

Upon opening it, it was found to be filled with candy.

The next day, while it was still dark, Fan Zhiyi was dragged out.

The mornings at this time of year are chilly. Fan Zhiyi got out of his warm bed and was instantly jolted awake by the cold, shivering.

Seeing his trembling little body, He An was very dissatisfied, his expression particularly stern: "Fan Zhiyi, stand properly. We'll start by practicing the basics. How's your aptitude?"

“I…I…” Fan Zhiyi sniffed, “I can’t cultivate.”

"Why?"

"That's how it is."

He An didn't believe it, so he probed Fan Zhiyi's body with a stream of spiritual energy and learned that he really had no spiritual energy at all. He An felt even more sorry for him.

In the world of cultivation, the meaning of having no spiritual power is self-evident.

"Do you believe me now? I want to go back to sleep."

"No!" He An stared at him intently, his gaze too complex for Fan Zhiyi to guess what He An was imagining.

Fan Zhiyi was really about to cry. Why didn't he think to grab Bing Nandong's leg last night and ask him to take him back? Why did he always do things that he would regret? "I'm just recovering from a serious illness. Please, let me go."

"Zhiyi, your physique is too weak. Although you lack spiritual power, don't be sad. We will then focus on refining your physical training, cultivating both your body and your mind! I will make you the first person in the cultivation world who can defeat cultivators even without practicing magic!"

My friend, your ideals are too grand for me to bear.

The crucial point is that he actually felt a simple flutter of the heart yesterday. How infuriating! Fan Zhiyi shed tears of regret.

Then, Fan Zhiyi was forced to begin grueling training.

As the first rays of light appeared on the horizon, Fan Zhiyi was exhausted, like an old dog. He An said, "No, Zhiyi. If you were one of us from Jiuwanli, you would be punished for running this far."

You don't know how fast I can run when I'm being chased by a ghost. If my life is in danger, how can I not run fast? Xue Xiuniang has never caught up with me. I'm a potential athlete, and this kind of training method won't work.

Of course, Fan Zhiyi no longer had the strength to say these words. He wanted to try, but he couldn't. He wanted to give up.

When A-Yu returned from her stroll and saw this strange sight, she gloated, "Hey, Zhiyi, what a great time!"

Fan Zhiyi gave A Yu a lifeless look.

The young girl watched for a while, then felt a little sorry for He An and advised him, "Why don't you rest for a while?"

He An shook his head: "Miss Ayu, this is for Zhiyi's own good."

In the end, in order not to delay Fan Zhiyi, A Yu decided to take another trip to other places in Jiuwanli.

After a while, the eternal light gradually replaced the ink-black darkness, and the sky brightened.

Fan Zhiyi held several bricks out in both hands, his arms trembling violently. He clenched his teeth, his expression contorted, but he still looked as if he would fall over with a gust of wind.

Because of the severe injury to one hand, He An specially picked out a small piece of food for that hand, allowing him to rest if he really couldn't hold it anymore.

Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi heard several older women calling out in his direction, "Hey, isn't that the young man from last night? Lord He, what are you doing?"

He An smiled and said, "His physical condition is too poor; he's training."

The women smiled with satisfaction and left some of their homemade snacks for Fan Zhiyi to encourage him.

As the sun rose, a ring of light and shadow could be faintly seen in the azure sky. Fan Zhiyi knelt on the ground in unbearable pain, his hands supporting him on the ground, unable to even stand up.

If he keeps training like this, he'll really die; it's even more hellish than the college physical fitness test.

Seeing him like this, He An thought that the first time shouldn't be too intense. Fan Zhiyi didn't know magic and was already physically weak. Plus, he had just been seriously ill. He didn't want him to get hurt, so he waved his hand and said, "Rest for a while, then we'll practice some more. After that, I have to go out with the young master to run some errands."

Fan Zhiyi struggled to say, "I won't hold you up, I can go now. I'll rest for a bit and go back to my room." He took three breaths after saying that.

"What are you doing?"