What is wrong with Master?
Left standing in place in a daze, Luo Siyun felt utterly bewildered in her heart.
Why would Master... act this way?
To actually respect her wishes.
What on earth was going on here?
After being puzzled for several seconds, Luo Siyun finally snapped back to her senses, quickly drawing her other long, slender leg out of the wooden tub.
With a few stray droplets of medicinal liquid splashing onto the floor, Luo Siyun hurried over to the nearby wardrobe.
She needed to get dressed quickly and not keep Master waiting too long.
She certainly did not want to provoke Master, nor did she want to see Master angry.
Although she had no idea why Master had stepped outside and acted so gentlemanly and gentle,
Luo Siyun did not dare to drag her feet.
Otherwise, once Master truly grew angry, it would be bad.
Her body would definitely end up with a few more scars.
In truth, as far as Luo Siyun was concerned, it didn't matter whether she had scars on her body or whether she felt pain.
Master must never get angry.
Getting angry was harmful to the body and spiritual power, and Luo Siyun certainly did not want to see Master suffer even the slightest problem...
Outside the door, Qingyu could not help taking a deep breath,
a look of barely restrained endurance crossing his face.What had he just seen? He had actually laid eyes on his eldest disciple's exceedingly well-developed, delicate body!
Compared to his other two disciples, twenty-three-year-old Luo Siyun was fully matured in figure.
She was a quintessential, beautiful royal sister.
Never had he imagined he would witness such a scene.
In the original text, likely due to it being a major female protagonist novel, none of these female characters had ever had contact with any man.
Aside from Qingyu's three obedient disciples and that Great Elder.
After all, in the past, Qingyu had been extremely gentle and frequently interacted with them.
It was either hugs or head pats.
It was only four years ago, when Qingyu had become abnormal, that all of this came to an end.
Yet besides marveling at Yuner's well-developed figure, Qingyu also felt a deep heartache over the injuries covering her entire body.
All of this had been caused by him.
Over the past four years, Qingyu had not only inflicted tremendous psychological trauma upon his eldest disciple Luo Siyun.
He had also punished her at every turn, either whipping her with lashes formed from spiritual power or directly blasting her away with his spiritual power.After all, ever since he had been influenced by the original plot and started acting abnormally, his eldest disciple Luo Siyun was the person he had been in contact with the most.
If not for her, his other two junior sisters would have long since been driven away and abandoned by Qingyu.
Strangely enough, perhaps because Luo Siyun was his eldest disciple, even when Qingyu was influenced by the original plot and became extremely malicious, he never once had the thought of driving Luo Siyun away.
He would only subject her to frantic punishments.
Aside from these thoughts, Qingyu also recalled the wooden barrel of medicinal liquid he had seen just a moment ago.
As a top-tier expert at the Soul Formation Peak, Qingyu could naturally see it all too clearly.
The medicinal herbs used in this medicinal bath were absolute trash.
They were completely ineffective for treating Luo Siyun's injuries, and could not even alleviate her pain.
Instead, coming into contact with the water would only make the injured areas all over her body ache.
Let alone touching water, even the very soft, lightweight gauze dresses she usually wore caused her pain, preventing her from making any large movements.
Qingyu knew very well that Luo Siyun was not using the most garbage medicinal herbs because she lacked spiritual stones.
Rather, it was because she had to spend a vast number of spiritual stones on purchasing cultivation materials, as well as buying medicines to treat the injuries of her two junior sisters.
As for herself, she naturally saved wherever she could.
She never dared to ask her master, Qingyu, for even a single spiritual stone.
As a top-tier expert, Qingyu was not actually short of spiritual stones.
Yet because of the development of the original plot, he—the originally gentle and generous master—had been turned into someone incomparably petty and cruel!
Even when his obedient disciples needed spiritual stones to buy medicine for their injuries, he refused to give them any spiritual stones whatsoever!
Thinking back on everything he had done over the past four years, a wave of displeasure welled up inside Qingyu.
He absolutely refused to let himself be constrained by this damned original plot!
To hell with the original plot; he simply refused to follow its script!
Deep in his heart, Qingyu firmly settled on what he needed to do from now on.
As for what unexpected things might happen if he strayed from the original plot, Qingyu simply could not care less.What plot? He is the plot!
Let the plot collapse if it wants to!
Nothing must happen to the people by his side!
As the ultimate villain, the strongest figure in the Immortal Cultivation World, and the peerless ceiling of combat power, Qingyu naturally possessed the ability to protect those around him!
No more mistakes could be allowed!
Just as Qingyu made up his mind to protect those dear to him, Luo Siyun's slightly soft, mature-sounding voice drifted out from the room.
"Master... I've... ouch, it hurts... I've put on my clothes..."
"Master, please come in."
Luo Siyun's voice reached his ears, snapping Qingyu back to reality.
"Hmm."
With a brief response, Qingyu stepped into Luo Siyun's small room.
Pushing the door open, Qingyu clearly saw a petite, mature-looking young woman wearing a light black sheer dress, her long, snowy-white legs bare, standing with a smile beside a wooden tub.
The soles of her fair feet stood directly on the clean floor, which was still damp with traces of medicinal liquid.
Her long black hair was dripping wet, with water droplets sliding down the strands.
Seeing Qingyu walk in, Luo Siyun hastily bent down, wanting to endure the pain and drop to her knees.
Though doing so would drag her dress across her wounds, causing sharp pain to her freshly soaked body, she was willing to endure it just to bring a fleeting moment of joy to her master.
"Master..."
As she bent down to kneel, Luo Siyun called out to him.
Seeing her attempt to kneel, Qingyu immediately frowned and swiftly moved to her side.
Reaching out with both hands, he gently grasped his obedient disciple's soft, smooth shoulders, steadying her.
At the same time, he wore a gentle smile and spoke in a soft voice.
"Yuner, don't do this. From now on, just greet your master normally when you see me."
"Your master doesn't care for these tedious formalities; I only want to see the normal, genuine side of you, Yuner."
"Actually... truth be told, your master really dislikes these useless courtesies. So, Yuner, don't ever do this again from now on."
Qingyu's exceptionally gentle and magnetic voice reached Luo Siyun's ears.
It made her delicate body shudder. She raised her head, her eyes wide open, her small mouth slightly parted, and a look of utter astonishment appeared on her breathtakingly exquisite face.Those purple eyes locked gazes with Qingyu, leaving Luo Siyun—even as Qingyu's eldest disciple, the most mature among all the disciples both physically and psychologically—completely dazed.
Master had not only helped her up, but also told her... that she loathed these formalities?
Ever since Master suddenly started acting abnormally four years ago, she had been relentlessly forced to learn this massive pile of useless etiquette.
Whenever they met, if her greeting to Master had even the slightest flaw, she would be severely disciplined!
More than once, she had been whipped bloody with a spiritual power whip by Master over matters of etiquette.
The scars left on her body from those punishments had not even faded yet!
Yet why now... why was Master... why was she telling her to stop with these useless formalities?
And even saying that she loathed them...
At this thought, Luo Siyun realized something, and her eyes instantly grew damp.
Those strikingly clear purple-and-white eyes shimmered with crystal tears.
Back when she had first become Master's disciple, she had gone off to learn those useless formalities.
After discovering it, Master had told her the exact same words she had just uttered:
"This master loathes these useless formalities."
Could it be that Master had recovered?
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, Luo Siyun's breathing became noticeably ragged.
She stammered out,
"Master, could it be that you... could it be that you..."
Before she could finish, she saw that incredibly handsome face of Master Qingyu bloom with an incomparably gentle smile.
And then, Master gently nodded at her.
Seeing this, Luo Siyun completely lost control.
Tears flooded entirely from her eyes.
At that moment, only a single thought filled Luo Siyun's mind—a thought so overwhelmingly joyful that it made her feel as though she might faint.
That was:
Master Qingyu
had finally returned to normal.
The gentle Master was back.