Chapter 88: The Night I Miss You

Chapter 88: The Night I Miss You

Border of Yanxia Prefecture.

Although the small Guyu Town was located on the border of Yanxia Prefecture, adjacent to the barren and impoverished Xianyun Prefecture, its population was still fairly sufficient. It wasn't a large town, but neither was it desolate; instead, it carried a sense of leisurely contentment.

The town’s taverns were bustling with activity day and night, filled with traveling merchants, wandering tourists, and even cultivators stopping by temporarily. The grand hall of the inn was packed with numerous tables, each group eating and chatting, engaging in lively discussions and laughter.

At this moment, the hall was as lively as ever. Several rough-clothed merchants were drinking shirtless, their voices so loud that they could be heard even outside the tavern.

"Immortals? So what if they are immortals? I’ve seen plenty of them. Whenever they come to beg the Southern Divine Healer for treatment, they are all respectful, not daring to utter a single word of defiance!"

"They may be arrogant elsewhere, but when they come to our Guyu Town, they have to follow the rules obediently."

A bearded man spoke boldly and carefreely, completely unaware that in the corner of the tavern, two inconspicuous cultivators were casting disapproving glances in his direction.

"This vulgar mortal truly speaks in a disgusting manner." One of them frowned in displeasure and snorted coldly. "If it were any other time, I wouldn’t even need to draw my sword to kill him."

"Calm down," the other advised kindly. "We came here to seek medical treatment for Young Master. Didn’t you hear what that man said?"

"If we break the rules here and harm the mortals, the consequences won’t just fall on us."

"If the Southern Divine Healer refuses to treat Young Master, that would be a real disaster."

Hearing this, the first cultivator grumbled in frustration. "Hmph. I really don’t understand what’s so special about this so-called 'Southern Divine Healer,' Nan Xiaoxiang, that makes so many sects and cultivators from Yanxia Prefecture travel thousands of miles to seek her help."

"She’s just a mortal woman—what kind of divine skills could she possibly have?"

"Shhh!" The other cultivator quickly pulled him back. "Speaking ill of the Southern Divine Healer in this place? You might as well not think about walking out alive."

"If the townspeople get angry and surround you, you won't be able to fight back, and you'll end up dragging the Young Master into cleaning up your mess."

The first cultivator finally backed down with a reluctant expression.

Not far from them, Chen Yin sat cracking sunflower seeds, watching them with amused interest.

"By the way, the sect leader has been urging the Young Master to get treated quickly. Is something happening in the sect again?"

"You don’t know? It’s not about our Canghe Sword Sect—it’s about Misty Spirit Sect."

"Misty Spirit Sect? What happened to them?"

"I heard there was an internal conflict. The renowned Immortal Yu Ling gathered a group of Great Purity Realm cultivators and stormed Misty Spirit Sect’s mountain gate, killing the sect leader and all of the elders!"

"What—? Then who’s in charge of the Misty Spirit Sect now?"

"Who else could it be? The only one capable of taking charge is the Frostmoon Sword Immortal."

Chen Yin listened to their discussion with a faint smile, neither agreeing nor denying.

The incident at Misty Spirit Sect, of course, had not been widely publicized.

After all, Chen Yin had personally wiped out the sect’s high-level combatants, and the strongest remaining members were only at Shen Shuanglian’s level—merely minor elders. They didn't even have a single cultivator at the Upper Clarity Realm.

If the news spread too widely, it would be like placing the Misty Spirit Sect on the chopping block.

Moreover, the majority of the cultivation world viewed the Misty Spirit Sect’s turmoil with indifference, merely watching the spectacle unfold.

After all, for those who enjoyed watching drama, they didn’t care who was right or wrong, nor what hidden truths lay beneath the surface. They just wanted to see everything laid bare.

Canghe Sword Sect was likely one of those watching with amusement.

The Canghe Sword Sect was another prominent ancient cultivation sect, with a long history and deep foundations. Though it was slightly weaker than Misty Spirit Sect and Tianluo Sect, among great sects, such differences were almost negligible.

Now that Misty Spirit Sect had suffered such a major loss, Canghe Sword Sect naturally benefited, rising in rank within the cultivation world.

Of course, Chen Yin didn't care about any of this.

Titles and reputations were useless to him. Less attention meant fewer troubles for Shen Shuanglian.

And since the incident hadn’t been widely spread, only a handful of people knew the full truth. In the eyes of most, the one responsible for annihilating Misty Spirit Sect’s leadership was still the invincible Immortal Yu Ling.

Chen Yin was more than happy to continue playing the role of an uninvolved bystander, living his carefree days.

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After finishing his meal, Chen Yin casually tidied himself up before making his way to a familiar courtyard.

This was the same residence he had taken by force before—the largest estate in all of Guyu Town—Xiaoxiang Medical Hall.

Just as he was about to step inside, he suddenly saw someone being thrown out, landing face-first into the dirt.

"Young Master has ordered that you stay outside today. You are not allowed to enter," two haughty cultivators declared.

The man who had been thrown out hurriedly nodded. "Yes, yes, Young Master’s punishment is justified."

Chen Yin: "…?"

What kind of drama was unfolding here?

Curious, he followed the corridor and made his way to the rear lakeside pavilion of the estate.

From a distance, he saw a graceful woman in a simple white dress, sitting at a table sipping tea with a serene expression. She wore no makeup, yet her elegance was breathtaking.

Beside her, a man stood attentively, bowing and flattering her.

The man was dressed in fine clothing, his aura powerful. Just by standing there, he exuded the air of someone in a high position.

Yet, in front of Nan Xiaoxiang, he looked utterly obsequious, his face filled with ingratiating smiles.

"Miss Nan, my subordinate was out of line. I have already thrown him out—I won’t allow him to offend your eyes."

Nan Xiaoxiang remained composed, her voice as calm as still water. "Young Master Ju, there’s no need for such dramatics."

"Ah, but how could I not?"

The man, addressed as Young Master Ju, patted his chest. "We have always respected Miss Nan’s rules. That new subordinate had no sense, so of course, he needed to be taught a lesson."

Nan Xiaoxiang lowered her long, delicate eyelashes, hiding a trace of helplessness, and sighed softly.

"I do not have so many rules. I only hope that Young Master Ju keeps his subordinates in check and does not disturb the lives of ordinary people."

"Of course, of course." Ju Shaohe nodded hastily with a fawning smile.

After just a few words, Chen Yin more or less understood the situation.

The man before him was likely Ju Shaohe, the famed Young Master of the Canghe Sword Sect.

Why was he so well-known?

Because nearly the entire cultivation world knew that this Ju Shaohe was a famous simp.

Most people who simp do so to win over their goddess and earn a kiss. But not Ju Shaohe.

He seemed to be purely addicted to the feeling of chasing something unattainable. In the past, he had pursued countless famous female cultivators, but the moment he succeeded, his interest would immediately wane. Before long, he would abandon them and move on to the next target.

Judging by his current behavior, it seemed that Nan Xiaoxiang was his latest obsession.

However, based on Chen Yin’s brief interactions with Nan Xiaoxiang, he figured that this time, Ju Shaohe might end up simping for quite a while.

"Miss Nan, the night was particularly beautiful last night. Do you know why?"

"Because it was a night spent thinking of you~"

Ju Shaohe was still clinging to Nan Xiaoxiang, showering her with flattery. Meanwhile, the helplessness and impatience on her face were becoming more and more obvious.

She was just about to make an excuse—perhaps something about brewing medicine—to escape when she suddenly noticed Chen Yin approaching.

"Young Master Chen?"

"Miss Nan, it has been a few days. Apologies for disturbing you again." Chen Yin greeted her politely with a cupped-fist salute.

Nan Xiaoxiang's emerald-like eyes flickered with a hint of light, but her face remained expressionless.

"I know why you've come, Young Master Chen. They are doing well. They can already get out of bed and move around."

"That's good to hear." Chen Yin let out a small sigh of relief.

At that moment, Ju Shaohe, who had been completely ignored up until now, could no longer hold back his curiosity. He leaned in and asked, "Miss Nan, who might this be?"

"A relative of a patient," Nan Xiaoxiang replied indifferently, glancing at him. "His friends are recuperating here."

"Oh, I see."

Ju Shaohe finally put on a wide smile and cupped his hands in greeting. "I am Ju Shaohe of the Canghe Sword Sect. And this Young Master Chen... which sect do you hail from?"

"Ahem, just an unremarkable disciple of the Misty Spirit Sect."

"Ah, Misty Spirit Sect."

Ju Shaohe nodded thoughtfully, but a flash of disdain flickered through his eyes.

Yes, this was the reality of a declining sect—when even its disciples were looked down upon wherever they went.

Thinking about the culprit behind the Misty Spirit Sect’s downfall, which he himself had played a role in, Chen Yin couldn't help but touch his nose awkwardly.

"Young Master Ju, it is time for me to check on my patients."

Nan Xiaoxiang spoke gracefully. "It’s getting late, and your medicine won’t be ready today. You should return tomorrow."

"Alright, alright! Then I shall visit you again tomorrow, Miss Nan!"

Ju Shaohe eagerly nodded, smiling as he left. Before leaving, he cast another glance at Chen Yin, but Chen Yin pretended not to notice.

Once Ju Shaohe and his large group of guards finally left, Nan Xiaoxiang exhaled a quiet sigh of relief.

"Hah. I didn’t expect this. Miss Nan is quite popular." Chen Yin teased casually.

"If you don’t want those fox spirits to keep recovering here, then keep talking."

Nan Xiaoxiang shot him a cold, indifferent glance, her tone completely merciless.

Chen Yin shrugged, feeling slightly defeated.

—This woman was seriously fierce.

"Where are they?"

"Follow me."

Nan Xiaoxiang led Chen Yin through a winding, long courtyard path until they reached a secluded residence. Only then did she come to a stop.

"We're here," she said softly.

Chen Yin took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door.

Sure enough, the moment he did—

A blur of blue flashed before him, and in the next instant, someone buried themselves into his embrace.

"Young Master!"

A delighted yet tearful voice rang out softly from his arms.

Chen Yin instinctively reached out, ruffling the trembling pair of soft, fluffy fox ears. He chuckled.

"Luo Luo, be good. Didn’t I promise I would come back for you?"

The young girl in his arms, with a hint of childishness in her features, looked up at him and grinned, revealing her adorable little fangs.

"Hehe~~"

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