Chapter 281

His tone even carried a faint hint of impatience, as if he were slightly annoyed.

Ning Ning seemed to grasp a tiny bit of Meng Jue’s intentions.

Could it be, perhaps—Senior Brother was deliberately setting her up, or rather… setting the two of them up?

Even if Bai Ye were dull, he had already noticed the awkward atmosphere between Ning Ning and Pei Ji. Seeing this, he cleared his throat lightly.

“Oh no! How could he leave on his own! He’s injured from the demonic beast horde, it’s too dangerous for him to be out there alone!”

He paused, deliberately observing Ning Ning’s expression, and then raised his voice, pretending to be alarmed as he shouted, “I told him to clean his wounds a long time ago, but Junior Brother Pei, for some reason, insisted on waiting for the two of you to return. He said this place is too dangerous and that we must regroup first.”

Yonggui, hearing this, played along, slapping his forehead: “If he suddenly encounters a beast attack, how can he have enough strength left? We should quickly go find him!”

Bai Ye, as if divinely inspired, quickly picked up the thread: “He doesn’t know how to take care of himself, separating from us while seriously injured. If we talk about ‘because this and that,’ it was beyond his control, forced by the circumstances… Ah, shut up, Yonggui!”

The two of them were improvising, standing on the grand stage of the cultivation world, delivering a free-style, eye-catching performance.

Ning Ning gave them a strange look, hurriedly thanked them, and then left to chase after Pei Ji.

“Junior Sister Ning Ning doesn’t look at me with the same admiration as before.”

Bai Ye looked up at the sky, his gaze melancholic: “Do you think she might consider me as abnormal as Little Master Yonggui?”

Yonggui, serene as ever, made a prayer gesture with both hands: “This is art, and you’ve become my disciple.”

“But this trick of going along with the flow to provoke someone was played masterfully.”

To avoid being influenced by him, Bai Ye quickly shifted the topic back to Meng Jue, one of the few normal people around: “As expected of Senior Brother Meng Jue, truly impressive!”

Meng Jue just smiled without speaking, his expression supremely relaxed, embodying the demeanor of a reclusive expert—helping others without leaving his name, no matter how far the distance.

“Come to think of it, I consider myself quite handsome, from a family of generations of cultivators, always top of my class at the academy, and my cultivation isn’t bad either. I can’t find a single flaw in myself.”

Bai Ye stroked his chin, falling into deep thought: “So why is it that, even now, no fairy maidens have shown any interest in me? Could it be that I’m too exceptional, making them feel unworthy?”

Yonggui raised his eyelids and looked at him with a gaze that carried an indescribable meaning.

After a moment of contemplation, the little monk picked up a dry leaf from the ground, gently blew on it, and let it drift down slowly.

The dried leaf floated down, like a small boat swaying in the wind.

Bai Ye quietly watched it, suddenly enlightened: “Little Master, I get it! Are you trying to tell me that everything must follow its natural course, like this leaf, and that when the destined time comes, I will inevitably find my place?”

Yonggui shook his head, put his palms together, bowed slightly toward him, and then picked up another leaf, repeating the previous action.

Next to him, Meng Jue laughed, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

He raised an eyebrow and imitated the little monk’s tone, saying, “Benefactor Bai, what Yonggui really means is, ‘Keep blowing, go ahead, just keep on blowing.’”

(T/N: It’s a playful and sarcastic way of telling someone to keep boasting or exaggerating, knowing full well that what they’re saying is likely exaggerated or not entirely true.)

Bai Ye: …

Bai Ye was so angry that he squealed like a pig: “Yonggui, shut up! Don’t try to argue that you didn’t say anything just now! And don’t even think about moving! Don’t! Move!”