Release the Heroine, Let Me Handle This

Chapter 161: The Inevitable Outcome

"Skilled in alchemy and mischief—no, I mean medicine—stop pinching!" The chubby boy blurted out the truth, earning a sharp pinch from Ye Wenxin on his waist, prompting him to quickly correct himself.

"Nonsense, honing medical skills can't be described as mischief."

"But you always tell us to cripple them first, and then you—ouch, stop pinching!" The chubby boy pleaded for mercy, realizing their big sister had quite the temper.

"Don't say such things carelessly. If others hear, they might think I'm abusing my subordinates," Ye Wenxin chuckled playfully, envisioning the delightful scene of the chubby boy pummeling Su Mei.

Yes, for someone like Su Mei, why should she dirty her own hands when her subordinates could deliver the blow? With this thought, Ye Wenxin's smile grew even more benevolent as she grasped the chubby boy's hand. "Want to become stronger?"

"Big sis... have mercy... I don't want acupuncture..." The chubby boy turned pale, but before he could finish, Ye Wenxin had already started, quickly inserting silver needles into several of his acupoints.

"This will help you absorb spiritual energy faster. No need to thank me," Ye Wenxin continued to smile, turning slightly to catch a distant gaze and mouthing words.

"Hehehe," Long Qingyue chuckled from afar, her laughter unrestrained yet somewhat abrupt.

Xiao Zhang, having been sleepless the previous night, was still sluggish. Hearing Long Qingyue's laughter, she felt on edge, unable to understand why her master was so amused.

Thinking about her precarious situation, Xiao Zhang grew bolder, daring to ask Long Qingyue the reason for her laughter.

"Your Highness, why are you laughing?"

Long Qingyue didn't play coy this time, smiling as she replied, "I just remembered an old friend."

"This scene reminds you of an old friend?"

Xiao Zhang was curious, but upon reflection, she surmised that the friend Long Qingyue spoke of was likely the legendary Mozun, Gu Qingcheng.

Regarding this fabled figure, Xiao Zhang felt only fear. She wasn't curious about Gu Qingcheng's rumored beauty, only concerned about whose methods were more sinister compared to her master.

"Yes, it reminds me of when I first entered the Jianghu and met that friend in conflict," Long Qingyue reminisced, stroking the black cat in her arms, recounting how she met Ye Wenxin.

Back then, neither knew they were both Earthlings, but their shared goals led them to travel together.

"Xiao Zhang, can you guess where my friend and I first went?" Long Qingyue's mood seemed unusually good, leaving Xiao Zhang baffled. Yet, spurred by Long Qingyue's question, Xiao Zhang racked her brain and offered a conservative answer.

"A certain immortal sect."

"No."

"Guess again."

"A certain demonic sect."

"Also wrong. We lacked strength then and wouldn't risk ourselves. Here's another hint: we both had a lot of money at the time."