I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

People are selfish, so why should he always consider things from other people's perspectives? After all, he's just a character in a book, there's no need to gamble with himself.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't convince himself with these words. He had always known that people are not plants or trees, how could they be without feelings? Bing Nandong's concern made Fan Zhiyi feel sad whenever he thought about it. He had lacked the care of relatives and friends since childhood, and he found it hard to refuse this kind of concern.

“Bingnan Dong, if, then…”

No, I can't say it.

It's really not that important, there's no need to talk about it now. We can wait until we have the ability to protect ourselves and can survive even if we leave Bingnan Dong before we talk about it.

No, no, Bing Nandong is getting more and more involved, and Fan Zhiyi feels really guilty.

Living under someone else's identity felt like stealing someone else's life, making Fan Zhiyi uncomfortable, but he had no other choice.

After waiting for a long time without Fan Zhiyi speaking, Bing Nandong urged, "Speak."

"If I'm hiding something that's very important to you from you, how would you feel if you found out?"

"You think you can hide anything from me?" Bing Nandong mocked mercilessly.

"..." Never mind, he'd better not say it.

Seeing that Fan Zhiyi really wasn't going to say anything more, Bing Nandong glanced at him again and said, "Fine, you tell me, and I'll listen."

"..."

"Senior Brother, what a coincidence." Just as Fan Zhiyi was hesitating, a voice interrupted his thoughts, as if it were destined, preventing him from continuing the conversation.

Fan Zhiyi despised himself while letting out a sigh of relief.

The newcomer's gaze shifted to Fan Zhiyi, who was standing next to Bing Nandong. The gaze was full of malice, and the person's eyes were as moist as a venomous snake, giving Fan Zhiyi goosebumps.

He knew that Murong Xiao had probably seen his performance at the conference and likely guessed that he hadn't followed his instructions. He had offended Murong Xiao, and he didn't know how Murong Xiao would deal with him in the future.

If he really told Bing Nandong that he wasn't the original owner of this body, and lost Bing Nandong's protection, Murong Xiao might be the first to kill him, since in their eyes he knew far too much.

However, Fan Zhiyi underestimated the setting of this world. He didn't expect that Murong Xiao's gaze had another meaning.

Murong Xiao merely glanced at Fan Zhiyi from head to toe. Bing Nandong slightly shifted his feet to shield Fan Zhiyi from the unfriendly gaze and said coldly, "What a coincidence, Junior Brother Murong."

"Your senior brother's heroic feat on the competition stage has earned my utmost respect," Murong Xiao said with a forced smile. "You truly stole the show."

His two henchmen sneered, but Bing Nandong ignored them and grabbed Fan Zhiyi's arm through his sleeve to leave, not wanting to cause trouble. However, it was clear that the other party did not think so.

"Senior Brother." Murong Xiao raised his voice, enunciating each word with a sarcastic tone, "The taller the tree, the more the wind will blow. Senior Brother, you must be careful. After all, you will still need to contribute to the Ghost Gate in the future and pave the way for my position as sect leader. If Senior Brother were to die like this, Junior Brother would be in a very difficult position."

What the hell? What does Bing Nandong's going to fill the Ghost Gate have to do with the position of sect leader?

Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong's straight back. He seemed unmoved by these words, and his pace remained unchanged.

However, the more this happened, the deeper Fan Zhiyi frowned, analyzing in his mind:

Murong Xiao is the son of the sect leader, so he naturally has the advantage of being close to the sect leader. Moreover, after Bing Nan Dong successfully sacrificed himself to the Ghost Gate, the status of Tianyun Sect in the cultivation world will definitely improve... In short, it is indeed a case of doing the work for someone else.

"Bing Nandong, don't push your luck! Tianyun Sect will be mine from now on, and everything you have will be mine!" Seeing that Bing Nandong had no reaction, Murong Xiao roared, "Do you think you're so great just because you won a match? You're just going to your death anyway. Beg me, and maybe I'll even save a memorial tablet for you in the future."

Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong and made him stop. Behind him, Murong Xiao was still venting his long-standing dissatisfaction: "Bing Nandong, if it weren't for Father stopping me from having a conflict with you, do you think you could be so arrogant now? I'm a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than you!"

Fan Zhiyi couldn't take it anymore. He turned his head and said calmly, "Then let's have a contest."

"Does Bing Nandong dare?" Murong Xiao sneered and glanced at Bing Nandong.

Fan Zhiyi thought this person was really shameless. Bing Nandong was injured, yet he was still thinking of challenging Bing Nandong. Why didn't he challenge him when he was healthy?

Fan Zhiyi pointed to himself: "No need for Bing Nandong, I can do it myself."

Bing Nandong immediately grabbed Fan Zhiyi firmly. Fan Zhiyi secretly patted the back of his hand to show him not to worry, and then wiped Bing Nandong's hand away.

The three people opposite burst into laughter when they heard Fan Zhiyi say that. Murong Xiao looked at Fan Zhiyi with disdain, a cryptic smile on his lips.

Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi stepped forward with a smile and said, "But I don't have any cultivation either. If word gets out, it might be said that you bullied me, young master, which would damage your reputation. So, how about we just have a pure martial arts contest, the kind that doesn't involve spiritual power? What do you say?"

"Fine, if I win, I want you and Bing Nandong to kneel down and kowtow to me three times."

“No problem,” Fan Zhiyi said. “If I win, I don’t want anything else, just give me 100,000 spirit stones.”

"You're robbing me!" Murong Xiao's henchman immediately pointed at Fan Zhiyi and spoke up for him.

Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes wide, looking completely innocent: "What do you mean by that, brother? Do you think your young master can't beat me?"

The man was speechless, so he could only whisper in Murong Xiao's ear, "Young master, let's not bother with them. I've heard that Fan Zhiyi's martial arts skills are quite good."

"Shut up!" Murong Xiao shoved him away instantly, glaring at Fan Zhiyi. "Where are we going to compete?"

"Here it is. The rule is that if the opponent takes a punch from you, then the opponent loses," Fan Zhiyi explained carefully.

Murong Xiao crossed his arms and smiled: "Simple. To be fair, I'll give you three moves."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "Really?"

How could Fan Zhiyi refuse such a good thing that was offered to him? He stretched his wrists and stepped forward.

Murong Xiao watched as he walked up to him, looking at him strangely from left to right, as if measuring something, before stepping back a little.

His henchman said, "Are you planning some underhanded trick? Young master, be careful, this man is extremely cunning."

Murong Xiao sneered, watching Fan Zhiyi busy himself with nothing, and asked impatiently, "Are you done yet?"

"Okay." Fan Zhiyi stopped. "Then I'll count to three and start, one..."

As soon as Fan Zhiyi uttered the word "one," he immediately threw a punch, hitting Murong Xiao squarely on the left cheek. After the punch, Fan Zhiyi immediately hopped back like a rabbit, grabbed Bing Nandong, and they started running.

He's not stupid; he knows his own limitations. If he dares to say that, there must be a reason.

He just couldn't stand this person's smug and arrogant attitude; who would want to fight him honestly?