I don't talk about love with my Martial Sister

Chapter 115

Chu Ming had come prepared today.

First, he used the excuse of eliminating monsters outside the city to lure Yun Duan away and clarify a few things. Then he stormed in, ready to vent the grievances he had been mulling over for days in front of Shang Can. As the sky darkened, he finally pulled out a large jar of wine from his storage pouch and pointed at it with an air of authority.

"Drink your own wine!"

The wine jar was quite sizable, requiring both hands to embrace it fully. The clay seal was still intact, indicating it hadn't been opened before. Shang Can stared for a moment before realizing that this was the jar of wine she had once planned to gift to Chu Ming back when she was at the Paper Crane. She couldn't help but knock on the jar with a hint of nostalgia, exclaiming, "Did you specially go dig this up from under the Yu Yin tree?"

"Or else what?" Chu Ming shot her a glare, his tone turning aggrieved, "To ensure it didn't break, I couldn't use any spells to dig it out! I was exhausted from digging! The tree at Yu Heng was in a rush, making it look like I was stealing something. While I was digging, it dropped leaves and made all sorts of noise, clearly trying to chase me away!"

Hearing his impassioned complaint about how his ears had still been buzzing for days after he dug up the wine, Shang Can couldn't help but laugh, saying, "How would the tree know I buried this wine for you? It probably just remembered that I was the one who buried it, thinking you were there to steal it!"

As she spoke, a hint of melancholy surfaced in her heart. The Yu Heng tree had been around for ages, and though it couldn't speak, it had always treated her like a caring elder. The tree spirit's concept of time wasn't like that of ordinary people. After leaving Qing Yu for so many years, when she stood before the gates of Yu Heng Peak again not long ago, it felt as if an entire era had passed. Yet the Yu Yin tree, responding to her presence, resonated with a melodious sound as if welcoming her joyously, just as it had all those years ago. It felt as though she had never left at all.

"It sounds like your tree spirit has a pretty good temper. If it were the tree spirits of Bi Luo and Huang Quan, you would definitely have been struck by a branch for digging under their feet." Wan Shao exclaimed, shaking her head as she turned to Shang Can. "Not to mention that you buried wine under their tree—why on earth did you bury it? Please don't tell me it was stolen from somewhere!"

Chu Ming nodded repeatedly, chiming in, "Exactly! There's no wine in Qing Yu; where did you get such a big jar of wine? Even Yun Duan doesn't know about it."

His question left Shang Can momentarily speechless. Too much time had passed, and she couldn't recall the details right away. She instinctively turned to Yun Duan, who was quietly looking at her, tilting her head in a gesture of attentive listening.

Shang Can vaguely remembered that by the time she buried the wine, she had been quite close to Yun Duan, so there shouldn't have been anything to hide from her—

In a flash of realization, Shang Can suddenly recalled the origins of the wine. Her expression shifted to one of awkwardness, but she quickly composed herself and sat up straight to explain, "... It was during one of my adventures down the mountain; I passed by a town and saw a fighting ring—yes, a fighting competition. One of the prizes was this jar of wine. I wanted it so badly that I went up and fought a few rounds. After winning the wine, I just walked away."

Wan Shao looked at her with a perplexed expression and laughed, "You, a cultivator, went to fight just to win a jar of wine—Shang Can, you're really too much."

"... That's why I didn't dare to tell my master or Duan Er later." Shang Can continued, feeling a bit guilty as she rubbed her nose. "I couldn't finish it, so I thought I'd just bury it one night and take it out when there was a celebration at Yu Heng. By then, probably no one would say I was being ridiculous..."