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"Last night?"

Chen Jianxin felt that his senior brother's expression was off when he returned this morning.

But he stood there pondering, unable to think of anything he might have done wrong to offend him.

"Last night, I had dinner with fellow disciples, chatted a bit, and then returned to the dormitory to rest..."

Chen Jianxin explained truthfully with an innocent face.

Gu Wanglan stared at him, veins popping on his fist under his long sleeve, but after several internal struggles, he chose to extinguish his anger and said calmly with a smile, "Is that so? I heard the back mountain wasn't very peaceful last night."

"Huh? What happened in the back mountain?" The young man was full of questions.

"It seems you don't know yet."

Gu Wanglan suppressed his killing intent and sat down in a chair.

After investigating the Mountain Temple this morning, Gu Wanglan strongly suspected Chen Jianxin was the deer thief.

However, the nine-colored deer was now severely injured and would need a long time just to recover. Moreover, it couldn't speak human language originally, so it was impossible to point out who was the culprit behind the destruction of Snow Village.

Therefore, even if Chen Jianxin had really rescued the nine-colored deer, with his rural bumpkin understanding, he probably couldn't figure out the truth behind the Mountain Temple in such a short time.

In other words, he might not yet know who had set up the altar in the Mountain Temple, and he might not even realize how precious the nine-colored divine deer was.

Of course, this was Gu Wanglan's most ideal assumption.

It was also possible that Chen Jianxin wasn't stupid, that he had vaguely guessed Gu Wanglan's scheme, but he hadn't obtained evidence yet, so he could only pretend to be naive for now!

The key question now was, after Chen Jianxin's attack on the Mountain Temple last night, where exactly had he hidden the nine-colored deer?

With his foolish yet kind-hearted mind, it was quite possible that he had directly released the nine-colored divine deer back into nature on the spot!

"Tsk, this is troublesome..."

The more he thought about it, the deeper the wrinkles on Gu Wanglan's brow became.

"It seems the originally planned full moon day needs to be moved up!"

Gu Wanglan thought to himself, while at the same time, he feigned friendliness and smiled, beckoning to Chen Jianxin.

Gu Wanglan lifted a long bench from beside him, placed it opposite, and gestured for Chen Jianxin to come sit and chat with him.

"Jianxin, do you want to know why your senior brother was so angry just now?"

"I don't know, Senior Brother!" Chen Jianxin obediently sat up straight.

"Actually, this morning, I received a notice from one of the high-ranking elders within Wuji Sect—"

"A notice? Did something happen within the sect?"

"Yes, it's said that last night, thieves infiltrated the back mountain of Wuji Sect and destroyed the seal imprisoning an evil beast, causing the previously suppressed evil beast to escape from its prison!"

"Senior Brother, are you saying there's a traitor within our sect—?!"

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Several days had passed since the theft at the Mountain God Temple.

During these days, Yino had been practicing swordsmanship with Yuyan on Ranmo Peak.

However, with Wangxue's integration, his schedule had added a leisure time for petting the little deer to the cycle of [practicing sword, playing chess, sleeping].

Yuyan was originally quite aloof, worried that this wild deer might randomly relieve herself on the mountain, making everything stink.

But after three days of interaction, Yuyan had been completely tamed by Wangxue in reverse.

Wangxue was incredibly human-like; almost any rule Yuyan verbally stated once, she would obediently follow.

Later, when Yino was busy practicing swordsmanship, Wangxue also learned to seek affection from Yuyan. Perhaps influenced by its owner, Wangxue's favorite way to act coquettish every day was to lie under the table and rub its little face against Yuyan's black stockings.

At first, Yuyan felt sensitive when being rubbed, always feeling itchy even at the roots of her thighs.

But after all, Wangxue was just a harmless little deer. The little deer just wanted to snuggle with her, what bad intentions could a little deer have?

Moreover, the snow deer's fur was thicker and softer than ordinary deer.

As Yuyan gradually got used to the fluffy touch, she found it quite comfortable, like stepping on a soft carpet with her feet, both warm and considerate.

Later, Yuyan also worried that her high heels might hurt Wangxue, so she would take off her shoes when playing chess every day and play with the little deer lying under the table with her legs and feet.

Even later, Yuyan really felt that Wangxue was too spiritual, with great potential for immortality.

She assigned Yino a set of sword techniques, then went down the mountain to borrow some beast taming manuals from the elders of the library pavilion.

Although Yuyan didn't understand contract techniques, she could at least understand the table of contents and introduction of the manuals.

So, Yuyan assigned Yino new beast taming homework, and then checked his progress on the manual's table of contents every night before bed.

As days passed like this, Yino felt something was amiss.

During the day, Yino practiced swordsmanship under the sun, while Yuyan played chess and petted the little deer in the courtyard;

And at night, it was still Yuyan lying beautifully at the head of the bed, petting the little deer with one hand while supervising Yino's study of techniques together with Wangxue...

In the end, it turned out that Yino was the only one working hard on the Ranmo Peak…

"Senior Sister, I want to go down the mountain for a while..."

Finally, unable to withstand the pressure of the Hell-like training, Yino chose an auspicious day to come to Yuyan with his sword, asking for leave.

Today, Yuyan wore a blue and white porcelain cheongsam. Under the soft and smooth fabric, her curves were tight and firm. Her black hair was coiled at the back of her head with a jade hairpin inserted, her figure graceful yet not lacking the elegance and nobility of being the senior disciple and sword leader.

Under the eaves, she sat gracefully, holding a chess piece in her left hand and a chess manual in her right, studying it. On the stone chess table in front of her was a steaming cup of green tea, her demeanor and gestures could be described as elegant and comfortable.