The Healer Demands Payment!

Chapter 147

“Yes.”

“He looks very powerful,” Sikong Xing gazed at Yan Shunbei. “What a pity.”

“By the way, Meng Qiqi,” she continued, still holding onto Meng Qi’s arm, “Su Junmo told me that we, as unaffiliated cultivators, have been given special slots by Jingyuetian. So when we enter the Ten Absolutes Mountain, we need to stick with their disciples.”

“Okay.” Meng Qi nodded. This was good for them, especially since Yan Xuan would be there too.

The two were talking when a man in a black robe and cloak approached them. The hood of his cloak was pulled up, covering his entire head, leaving only his jawline visible.

Sikong Xing looked warily at the man who had suddenly appeared beside them. “Meng Qi,” the man didn’t reveal his face and called out her name in a low voice, “We’ll depart together.”

“Who are you?” Sikong Xing asked.

“The person you were just talking about,” Meng Qi recognized Yan Xuan’s voice and quickly informed Sikong Xing.

“Eh?” Sikong Xing was startled.

Meng Qi pointed towards Yan Shunbei on the platform. The sect leader of Jingyuetian was conversing quietly with the leaders of other major sects. Their disciples were spread around them, and Meng Qi’s position was too far away to hear their conversation.

“…!!!” Sikong Xing’s bright eyes filled with surprise. She quickly turned and looked at Yan Xuan’s wrapped figure with wide eyes.

Yan Xuan’s jaw tightened, and he took a step back. Since his injury, he had avoided staying at the sect, finding both the sympathetic and disdainful looks unbearable. This was the base of the Ten Absolutes Mountain, attended by the most outstanding disciples from the top ten sects throughout the four realms. Once known as a genius, Yan Xuan had interacted with many of these young talents. He, however, didn’t want to face them now, believing it would bring nothing but discomfort.

So, when Yan Xuan met Sikong Xing’s eyes, a hint of coldness flickering in his own, hidden beneath the hood of his cloak. He didn’t know Sikong Xing, and with his cultivation now equivalent to a Qi Condensation stage cultivator, he couldn’t discern her identity or cultivation level.

“This is my friend, Sikong Xing,” Meng Qi introduced the flamboyant girl to Yan Xuan. She then gently tugged Sikong Xing’s arm, signaling her not to stare at Yan Xuan so intently, before introducing him to her, “This is Fellow Daoist Yan Xuan.”

Meng Qi deliberately kept her voice very low, only audible to the three of them. The area where they stood was at the back of the crowd. Since disciples of the same sect tended to cluster together, nobody came to join them.

“Oh, oh, oh,” Sikong Xing nodded repeatedly, “I see.” She didn’t call Yan Xuan’s name, but her bright eyes continued to stare unwaveringly at him.

“Xingxing,” Meng Qi tugged Sikong Xing’s sleeve again. She knew the girl was enthusiastic and meant no harm, but Yan Xuan didn’t. He, who had often left his own sect and hidden himself among the hustle and bustle of Jingyue City, was likely disliked to be the center of attention.

“I just wanted to see,” Sikong Xing whispered, “They said before that he kept fighting even with a damaged inner core, never letting the barrier he was guarding be breached. That’s really amazing!” Her eyes sparkled with admiration, “I once fought someone really powerful. Just a flick of his sleeve knocked me to the ground. The shock to my core… oh my!”