Ye Qingyu furrowed her brows.
Normally, furrowing one's brows indicates displeasure or annoyance.
But at this moment, Ye Qingyu's furrowed brows were a sign of astonishment!
The pet beast Meng Fan carried with him actually devoured that Condensation Pill Realm cultivator?
This was simply shocking!
Originally, she thought she was going to meet her end here, with no place to bury her body.
Later, she suspected Meng Fan was a hidden Condensation Pill Realm expert, and hope was rekindled.
But in the end, it was a pet beast that turned the tables!
It was just… unbelievable!
"Meng Fan, could you be the Sect Master's illegitimate son?" Ye Qingyu looked at Meng Fan with suspicion.
Just a mere second-level Heavenly Origin cultivator!
With such sword techniques, such equipment, such trump cards…
Ye Qingyu felt that only the Sect Master's illegitimate son could receive such extravagant treatment.
A dignified boss-level entity, reduced to acknowledging a second-level Heavenly Origin cultivator as its master.
What kind of torment did it suffer to make such a concession?
In fact, when Xiao Qing acknowledged Meng Fan as its master, Meng Fan was only at the True Martial Realm, far from the second level of Heavenly Origin!
"The Sect Master's illegitimate son?" Meng Fan flicked Ye Qingyu's forehead.
"What nonsense are you thinking! If I were the Sect Master's illegitimate son, would I have been stuck among the menial disciples for so long? Would I have been sent to the Sword Pavilion?"
Meng Fan rolled his eyes at Ye Qingyu; this was utter nonsense.
Saying he was Elder Lin's long-lost son would be more believable!
"How are your injuries? Can you walk?" Meng Fan asked Ye Qingyu.
Seeing that it was already dark, staying here overnight was clearly not a good option.
Going back to the inn for a bath and a good meal—that was enjoying life.
Moreover, their carriage was still at the inn.
"I can walk, but it will be a bit slow. At my speed, it will probably take an hour to get back to Black Bee Town," Ye Qingyu said, a bit embarrassed.
Lowering her head, she suddenly felt awkward.
She thought of a possibility: if Meng Fan offered to carry her, should she refuse?
Actually, the fact that this question even popped into her mind was absurd!
Because if it were her old self, she would have refused without hesitation, no need to even think about it.
In her eyes, men were always repulsive, and she always avoided them!
Now she was actually considering whether to accept Meng Fan carrying her, this…
Wasn't normal!
It seemed that after the matter of the Sword Immortal of Alchemy's inheritance, she should stay away from Meng Fan.
Men would only affect her alchemy speed, and she didn't need men!
Of course, all of this didn't mean she had any feelings for Meng Fan, not even a hint.
She just didn't like this feeling and didn't want to have too much contact with Meng Fan.
For Ye Qingyu, she liked her old self and didn't want any changes!
Then reality proved she was overthinking.
"An hour is an hour, let's walk slowly, there's no rush!" Meng Fan said casually.
He had no intention of carrying Ye Qingyu.
It could only be said that this young lady was overthinking.
Who said that when a woman is injured, a man must carry her? This wasn't a TV drama!
Moreover, she wasn't unable to walk, just a bit slow.
Most importantly, Meng Fan knew Ye Qingyu had some cleanliness issues and didn't like any physical contact with men.
Even shaking hands before had been difficult for her.
So at this moment, Meng Fan naturally wouldn't suggest carrying Ye Qingyu.
From Meng Fan's perspective, this was a very normal reaction.
But opposite Meng Fan, Ye Qingyu's face turned even more awkward.
Was she being self-indulgent?
She wished she could find a hole to crawl into!
Fortunately, Ye Qingyu had her head down, so Meng Fan didn't see her expression.
***
An hour later, the two finally returned to the inn in Black Bee Town.
Ye Qingyu, looking disheveled, refused Meng Fan's invitation to dinner and went straight to her room to clean up.
Meng Fan, after eating and drinking his fill, took a bath and then comfortably lay down on the bed.
He wasn't one to make meticulous plans for himself, often doing whatever came to mind.
Today, he felt his Divine Sense was too weak, so that night he began cultivating Fu Xi's visualization techniques, putting everything else aside.
This wasn't a good habit, but he enjoyed it!
Fu Xi's visualization techniques were created by Meng Fan himself, allowing him to cultivate in any position he liked, lying down or however he wished.
Unlike other techniques, which required him to sit cross-legged obediently.
***
The next day, the sun was already high in the sky.
Seeing that Ye Qingyu hadn't come to find him, he went out and knocked on her door.
A moment later, Ye Qingyu opened the door, her complexion significantly improved.
"How's your body feeling now?" Meng Fan asked with some concern.
The injuries she sustained yesterday were not light.
Ye Qingyu replied, "I'm almost fully recovered. If Senior Brother Meng isn't in a hurry, can you wait for another two hours?"
In another two hours, her injuries would be completely healed.
This Yuanling Small Rejuvenation Pill was indeed a miraculous healing medicine!
"Alright, no problem." Meng Fan left Ye Qingyu's room and then directly left the inn, strolling around Black Bee Town.
This was the first time since his time travel that he had truly left the Shu Mountain Sword Sect to explore and have fun!
The previous two times he left Shu Mountain were for specific purposes and tasks, and he returned immediately after completing them.
It was all very straightforward, with no leisure at all.
But this time, from Meng Fan's perspective, it was akin to a vacation.
He adjusted his mindset to that of a tourist and fully immersed himself in the local customs and culture of Black Bee Town.
To be honest, it had its own unique charm.
As a time traveler, after arriving in this world, he had mostly stayed within the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and hadn't really experienced the outside world.
So at this moment, Meng Fan was thoroughly enjoying this feeling.
In an open area on the northern side of the town, Meng Fan saw a group of people performing.
The performers were of all ages, men and women, old and young.
They showcased various curious skills, one after another.
At this moment, Meng Fan forgot his identity as a cultivator and found these mortal tricks quite interesting.
"Clang~~~" Before leaving, Meng Fan tossed a large silver ingot into the performers' collection box, making a crisp sound.
Good performance, well-deserved reward!
The performers immediately bowed to Meng Fan in gratitude, and even some of the surrounding customers looked at Meng Fan in surprise.
What a generous gesture!
Seeing Meng Fan's attire, they realized he wasn't a local and understood he was a passing wealthy traveler.
After Meng Fan left, two people in the crowd exchanged glances and whispered, "Follow him!"
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