Hearing Qingyu's apology, Liu Yashi was stunned at first, then raised her face to look into Qingyu's eyes.
An expression of extreme grievance appeared on her face.
After staring at each other for a few seconds, the corners of Liu Yashi's mouth curved upward, revealing a genuine, heartfelt smile.
"Mm... Master, Shier... Shier doesn't mind any of those things that happened before."
"As long as Master has recovered, that's all that matters."
As soon as Liu Yashi finished speaking, tears immediately welled up in her eyes.
Yet, so as not to let Master see her looking so disgraceful, the moment the tears welled up, she lowered her head slightly.
She completely buried her delicate face against Qingyu's chest.
In the past, when Master was still not in his right mind, whenever she cried, Master would scold her for being a disgrace.
This had directly caused her to not dare cry casually in front of Master.
As for why she had knelt before Master just now and couldn't help crying right in front of him, it was because she had been utterly terrified of failing her task and being driven away by Master.
She had simply forgotten about it.
It was only now, having calmed down, that she remembered.
Although Master had already recovered, the emotional scars deep within Liu Yashi's heart had not yet healed.Her psychological trauma was simply far too deep.
Seeing Liu Yashi behave this way touched Qingyu even more deeply in his heart.
The hands embracing her fragrant, soft, delicate body tightened their hold even further.
After holding her just like that for several minutes, Qingyu finally released Liu Yashi's fragrant, soft, delicate body.
Yet even when Qingyu let go of Liu Yashi, his obedient disciple still did not let go of her master's body.
She just kept holding him like that, even tightening her grip further.
Feeling the sensation of his waist being tightly wrapped in an embrace, Qingyu did not rush to make his third disciple let go of him.
After all, Qingyu understood what was going on in Liu Yashi's mind right now.
Having lost the sense of security that came from her master for four years, she naturally wanted to make the most of the present moment to replenish that missing sense of security.
Another few minutes passed when Qingyu suddenly noticed that Liu Yashi's wound had accidentally split open.
The snow-white, light gauze dress across Liu Yashi's beautiful back was stained red with blood.
Seeing this sight, a worried expression appeared on Qingyu's face.
At the same time, he spoke up to remind her."Shier, your wound has reopened."
"Relax, quickly."
Hearing this, Liu Yashi was startled at first, and then she indeed felt a wave of warmth spreading across her back.
Because her wounds had been in a state of constant, intense pain, she hadn't even noticed that they had torn open.
Reluctantly, Liu Yashi loosened her grip on Qingyu. She raised her head slightly, looking up at Qingyu with light blue eyes framed by reddened, tearful eyelids.
She looked deeply pitiful.
Without hesitation, Qingyu reached straight into his Storage Ring and took out the medicinal pill intended for Liu Yashi's treatment.
This was a Grade 4 pill.
Throughout the entire Xuantian Realm, medicinal pills were graded from Grade 1 to Grade 5, lowest to highest.
And the pill Qingyu had brought out was the absolute pinnacle, even among Grade 4 pills.
Across the entire Xuantian Realm, there were very few alchemists capable of refining such a thing.
One could easily imagine just how precious this Grade 4 pill truly was.
The moment this pill, radiating a faint blue glow, was taken out, the entire wooden cabin filled with a rich, potent medicinal fragrance.
The instant Liu Yashi caught a whiff of this fragrance, she immediately felt the pain from the wounds on her back subside significantly.
Her once-weakened, delicate body began to regain a measure of strength.
This caused Liu Yashi to wear an expression of involuntary astonishment as she asked,
"Master, is this pill... meant for Shier?"
Deep down, Liu Yashi found it hard to believe.
Judging by the four medicinal rings etched upon its surface, she knew this was a Grade 4 pill.
And a top-quality one at that!
Her master was actually willing to give her such a precious pill!
After enduring four years of a living nightmare, her heart was shaken to its core.
The master who hadn't given them a single bit of help or any supplies for four years was now handing her such a priceless Grade 4 pill!
Her master had truly recovered!
Meeting Liu Yashi's gaze of shock and disbelief, Qingyu extended his left hand, gently stroked her head, and said with a gentle smile,"Of course, Shier, this is what Master prepared for you."
"Come on, open your mouth, and Master will feed you."
Hearing Qingyu's words, Liu Yashi did not hesitate in the slightest, parting her small mouth almost by reflex.
A gentle breath as fragrant as an orchid escaped her lips.
Qingyu placed the medicinal pill in his hand directly into Liu Yashi's mouth.
The pill melted the moment it touched her tongue, and Liu Yashi soon felt the spiritual power within her body surging wildly.
The pain radiating from her back began to subside.
Yet with the lessening of the pain came another sensation.
It was the itching of her wounds healing.
It made Liu Yashi feel terribly uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Qingyu circulated the spiritual power within his body, and his left hand, which was stroking her head, emitted a faint glow.
The next second, Liu Yashi's slightly flushed, exquisitely beautiful face relaxed into an expression of utter comfort.
It was at this moment that Qingyu withdrew his left hand and offered a gentle reminder.
"Shier, go to the bed and get some good rest. It will still take some time for your wounds to heal completely."
As he spoke, Qingyu gestured toward the bed nearby.
Hearing her master's words, Liu Yashi nodded slightly.
"Mm... I'll listen to Master."
With that soft response, Liu Yashi walked over to the bedside. Without the slightest hesitation, she climbed onto the bed, lay down on her stomach, wrapped her arms around a long bolster, and closed her eyes.
Having taken the medicinal pill, all the energy inside Liu Yashi's body was now concentrated on digesting it.
This left her feeling intensely exhausted.
Consequently, no sooner had she closed her eyes than she fell fast asleep.
Breating softly, her silver hair cascading around her, Liu Yashi looked just like a little white cat, sleeping in an utterly adorable way.
Seeing that Liu Yashi had fallen asleep, Qingyu let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The matter concerning his third disciple was finally completely resolved.
For now, all she needed was a good, long rest.
Stepping over to the bed, Qingyu gently removed her white tights and replaced her white sheer gauze dress—which was hardly suitable for sleeping—with a set of comfortable black pajamas.
He then pulled the quilt up over Liu Yashi.
As for where the pajamas came from, Qingyu had naturally teleported to Liu Yashi's room to fetch them.
Doing so would allow his lovely and obedient disciple to sleep much more comfortably.
After everything that had happened over the past four years, Qingyu felt that he owed them far too much.
Holding the white tights and sheer gauze dress, which still retained the warmth of Liu Yashi's shapely legs and the delicate fragrance of a young girl, Qingyu did not do anything strange.
Instead, he simply placed them on the table.
At the same time, Qingyu noticed something.
The heavy rain outside had stopped completely.
Since Liu Yashi was now fast asleep in her room, there was no need for him to disturb her.
With his hands clasped behind his back, Qingyu walked slowly out of the wooden cabin.
A evening breeze swept past, bringing a refreshing coolness.
Carrying the natural fragrance of the freshly fallen rain, Qingyu relaxed considerably.
Being out in the wilderness, the surroundings were pitch dark.
Only two houses not far away emitted a warm glow.
Those were the houses where his other two disciples lived.
Channeling a trace of spiritual power within his body, Qingyu gained night vision.
The darkness no longer hindered him.
After enjoying the evening breeze for a moment, Qingyu began walking toward the illuminated house closest to his own cabin.
That was the house where his eldest disciple, Luo Siyun, stayed.
Now that he had recovered, he naturally wanted to let his eldest disciple know.
After all, he owed her a great deal as well.
A debt that could never truly be repaid.
He only hoped that his eldest disciple, Luo Siyun, could forgive him.
The events of the past four years made Qingyu feel a surge of anger toward the original plot.
If not for the original plot, he would never have suffered such a terrifying ordeal!
From now on, he would never follow the original plot again!