I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

The sect's indifference, the indifference of this group of people, made Bing Nandong feel something was amiss. But as soon as he stepped off the stage, everything returned to normal.

His fellow students who cared about him, who were anxious for him to treat his wounds, and who congratulated him—everything seemed normal, as if it were a completely separate world from the one Bing Nandong occasionally saw on stage.

Everything was strange, stranger than Bing Nandong had ever noticed before. If it weren't for Fan Zhiyi, he probably wouldn't have bothered to look at the audience.

After the competition ended, and after he explained that the sect leader had begun to deal with the Xue residence matter, he was called aside by the sect leader, handed over the evidence, and was reprimanded by the sect leader for his mistakes during the competition.

The sect leader said, "The cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world. Being too kind will only bring trouble upon yourself." The sect leader was not very satisfied that he had not killed those candidates.

Bing Nandong disagreed and argued with him, but was subsequently injured by the sect leader's pressure.

After two days and nights of continuous competition, he was already seriously injured and had no strength left to resist, so he coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot.

Upon seeing this, the sect leader expressed concern and scolded him for not going to the clinic before coming to the sect leader's hall. He then urged him to seek treatment immediately to avoid damaging his foundation.

Fortunately, Lu Changfu was waiting for him outside the main hall and helped him go there; otherwise, Bing Nandong might have fainted halfway there, delaying the best time for treatment.

After that, Lu Changfu had to go on night patrol, so he bid farewell to Bing Nandong, who then bandaged up his wounds and returned on his own.

The next morning, Fan Zhiyi woke up naturally. He looked at the spot next to his pillow, and Xiao Hei, who had sneaked back last night, was gone again. Without even thinking, Fan Zhiyi knew that Xiao Hei had gone to find Bing Nandong.

Fan Zhiyi was dazed for a while after getting up before scratching his head and getting out of bed.

As if knowing he was awake, at just the right moment, someone knocked on Fan Zhiyi's window.

He was only wearing his undergarments. He picked up the outer garment draped over his shoulders from the bed and opened the window.

Bing Nandong was watching Xiao Hei, who was amusing himself in the yard, when he heard the window open and turned to look at him.

A gentle breeze ruffled their hair. Bing Nandong, holding a bunch of osmanthus flowers in her arms, handed them to Fan Zhiyi, along with a bottle filled with water: "I saw them this morning, they're blooming beautifully."

"So much equipment?" Fan Zhiyi took the equipment without thinking and placed it next to the one Xiaoyu had given him.

The sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms instantly filled the entire room. The scent was a bit strong when you got close, so Fan Zhiyi moved to the side and yawned.

"You went out this morning?"

"Yes, the sect leader wants to see me."

"Oh, oh." Fan Zhiyi guessed it might be about the Xue residence, and hoped that Bing Nandong would come over this morning because there had been progress.

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and said, "Hurry up and get ready, then head out." After saying that, he closed the window for Fan Zhiyi.

Although he slept until he naturally woke up, Fan Zhiyi actually woke up quite early due to his biological clock.

At this hour, the disciples of Tianyun Sect are either in class, cultivating, or training at the foot of the mountain, so there aren't many people on the way.

In addition, since the clinic was located in a quiet bamboo forest, and the people from other sects were temporarily kept under guard, the clinic's medical practitioners went directly to treat the contestants' injuries, so there weren't many people at the clinic.

Bing Nandong was ushered into the isolation room to change his dressing, while Fan Zhiyi waited for him outside.

Fan Zhiyi sat on the wooden chair by the window, staring blankly at the lush bamboo forest outside. Then he looked at the medical books on the table, flipped through them aimlessly, and after realizing that he couldn't understand them, he chose to continue staring blankly.

Just when Fan Zhiyi was about to die of boredom, Bing Nandong finally stood next to him and looked in the direction he was looking: "What are you looking at?"

The sudden sound startled Fan Zhiyi slightly; he found himself unusually easily frightened since arriving in this world.

"Isn't it getting colder and colder? I'm thinking that the bamboo is growing quite well."

Bing Nan smiled, his tone revealing his undisguised pride in his sect: "Tianyun Sect is rich in spiritual energy, which nurtures not only bamboo but also other things very well."

"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi was now quite adept at handling Bing Nandong's words.

He stood up and looked at Bing Nandong, whose lips seemed even paler, so pale that they were devoid of any color. His complexion was also very bad, and he did not look like the usual high-and-mighty, spirited senior brother of Tianyun Sect. He appeared extremely weak.

So Fan Zhiyi asked, "How do you describe your injury?"

"I'm recovering very well, it's nothing, I'm almost fully recovered."

Even in a world of cultivation, even if a cultivator's physique is a hundred times better than an ordinary person's, how could they possibly improve so quickly? Dude, even if you're just making things up, at least add a little credibility to it.

But Bing Nan Dong insisted on pretending that he was fine, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go to Zui Xiang Lou."

"Well, I don't want to go anymore," Fan Zhiyi said. "Let's just eat at the cafeteria here, and then go back to rest. I still feel a bit sleepy and haven't fully woken up."

Fan Zhiyi yawned, pretending to be serious: "Speaking of which, I've never eaten at the Tianyun Sect's canteen before."

"Really?"

"Well, let's save this meal for later, when there's some joyous occasion. We can have a double celebration then." Fan Zhiyi nodded, but seeing that Bing Nandong was still reluctant, he added, "How about I cook for you when we get back to the courtyard?"

"Okay." Bing Nandong finally agreed.

Just as they were about to return the way they came, the healer suddenly spoke up again, reminding them, "Senior Brother, don't forget what I said. You need to come back tomorrow to change your dressing. Eat light meals and don't practice your internal energy or sword until your injuries have healed."

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, who said, "It's just a normal reminder."

"We must follow the doctor's orders." Fan Zhiyi decided to cook some porridge and stir-fry a few side dishes for Bing Nandong later.

Then he remembered that Bing Nandong had gone to practice swordsmanship this morning. He must have a good talk with him and emphasize the importance of balancing work and rest. He should recuperate for a few days so that he can perform better later.

But as they walked and talked, Fan Zhiyi suddenly stopped when he met Bing Nandong's gaze.

The competition is over. Shouldn't he take this opportunity to reveal that he's not the original owner of this body? If he keeps dragging it out, Fan Zhiyi is afraid that big trouble will arise later.

But he dared not. When he thought of the cold sword pressed against his neck when Bing Nandong suspected him of possession in the Ghost Inn, and the hateful look in Bing Nandong's eyes, his heart felt like it was being squeezed, and he could hardly breathe.

Moreover, without Bing Nandong's protection, he would not be able to survive in this world at all.