Pervert!
Yun Sheng once again ignored the fact that she was only six years old.
The next moment, she understood why Ye Beiming had acted this way.
The sound of the door being pushed open came.
In the dead of night, the only person who could roam freely in the Magic Temple was Great Mage Yang.
He must have seen the light in Ye Beiming's room.
In the middle of the night, a skinny middle-aged man barges into a Little Boy's room?
When the old wolf encounters the injured, haughty little fox?
Filled with wild thoughts, Yun Sheng, unconscious of herself, didn't consider what a six-year-old little girl was doing in the bed of a ten-year-old Little Boy in the middle of the night.
Ye Beiming's bed was not large, accommodating two people was quite cramped.
Ye Beiming had just finished being treated for his injuries, and Yun Sheng had already stripped off his upper clothing.
As Yun Sheng's mind wandered, she moved slightly, carefully avoiding Ye Beiming's smooth abs.
She had noticed earlier, while sucking out the poisoned blood, that Ye Beiming, despite his slender and handsome appearance, had very firm muscles, not at all like those of a ten-year-old boy.
"Injured? Demon Beast?" Great Mage Yang took a glance at the bloody clothes Ye Beiming had thrown on the floor.
Ye Beiming had been to Yuewu Mountain multiple times, each and every time he had entered and exited unharmed, never as bedraggled as he was tonight.
Ye Beiming shifted his body, naturally pulling the blanket down to cover Yun Sheng's restless eyes.
He pretended to lie in bed, saying nonchalantly, "I had a conflict with a few Hunter Soldiers, which included Summoners and War Beasts."
Hunter Soldiers on the Wuji Continent are professionals specialized in various assassination, hunting, and other tasks. They are mostly composed of Martial Artists above the level of Great Martial Master, Great Magic Directors, and even Summoners.
They belong to different Hunting Corps, with skills above Great Martial Master, adept and formidable. For the sake of money, they'd use any means necessary, a group that one must be wary of on the continent.
For Ye Beiming alone to escape heavily wounded from the siege of several adult Hunter Soldiers was already a miracle.
The poisonous wound on his abdomen seemed to be the work of the War Beast summoned by one of the Hunter Soldier Summoners.
"Has the wound been treated?" Great Mage Yang asked with a cold tone, devoid of any warmth.
The interaction between the two did not seem like a master-apprentice exchange, but rather resembled... something else...
Yun Sheng pondered, unable to determine the exact nature of the relationship between Ye Beiming and Great Mage Yang.
"I applied some Blood Stopping Flowers," Ye Beiming frowned slightly, and the Little Wildcat underneath him moved restlessly. He could feel her delicate nose rubbing against his chest.
Noticing something off about Ye Beiming, Great Mage Yang stepped forward, saying as he moved, "Let me see."
Just as he was about to lift the blanket, Yun Sheng's heart nearly leaped out of her throat, hidden underneath.
"Did you send for them?" Ye Beiming suddenly tensed up, blocking Great Mage Yang with one hand.
Unprepared, Yun Sheng's nose collided with his wound. The just-stopped bleeding burst open once again, and the warm blood trickled down her cheek.
A hand quickly reached into the blanket, swiftly tracing a few words on Yun Sheng's back: "Do not make a sound."
When Great Mage Yang heard these words, his probing hand stopped. He forced a chuckle, "How could that be possible? You are my apprentice, how would injuring you benefit me?"
"Perhaps, you didn't want them to kill me, but merely wanted to test me, to see just how strong I really am? Don't worry, I promise to hand over my Magic Soul to you, as long as you can cure my eyes," Ye Beiming's body was already soaked with blood, wetting the blanket.
Yun Sheng could smell the strong scent of blood.
Magic Soul? Eyes?
Yun Sheng suddenly widened her eyes.
Their conversation was very odd, why did she listen in a daze, not understanding what they were actually talking about after a long time.
"Indeed, that's our agreement, as long as I heal your eyes, you will hand over your Magic Soul, the unparalleled Magic Soul in the world. Five years have passed, and my Magic Array is only one step away from completion. As soon as you find a two-hundred-year-old Demon Beast Soul Stone, I will be able to heal your eyes," Great Mage Yang couldn't help getting excited, his eyes filled with fervor.
"I will honor the agreement, find the two-hundred-year-old Demon Beast Soul Stone, and get out of my room immediately," Ye Beiming was already feeling dizzy, he gritted his teeth and clung to his last bit of fighting spirit.
He knew too well, Great Mage Yang was incredibly cruel. If he couldn't hold on and collapsed, then if Yun Sheng, who had sneaked under the quilt and overheard Great Mage Yang's earth-shattering secret, would have no choice but to die.
"Then you rest well, I'll wait for your Soul Stone," Great Mage Yang smiled, already accustomed to Ye Beiming's impudence.
Genius is often arrogant and unrestrained.
Ye Beiming is a genius, but he could not escape the palm of his hand.
Being caught off guard, Yun Sheng was startled by the two's conversation.
Exchange a Magic Soul for eyesight?
Not until Great Mage Yang left the room did Ye Beiming finally lose strength and pass out again.
This fainting lasted until late into the night, before he woke up.
The first reaction upon waking up, he habitually reached towards the pillow, where a sword always lay by his side.
His movement was too large, pulling at the wound, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled grunt.
"You'd be courting death if you moved again, drink this brown sugar water," said Yun Sheng with wide eyes, changing the wet cloth on Ye Beiming's forehead.
After Great Mage Yang left, Ye Beiming weakened from blood loss and had persistent high fever, it was thanks to Yun Sheng's timely cooling treatment, otherwise, had he not died, he would have fried his brain.
"What is that abomination, I don't eat sweets," Ye Beiming smelled a hint of sweetness and turned his head away in disgust.
But the next moment, his prominent nose was pinched by a pair of soft hands, and the hard edge of the bowl rudely collided with his teeth as Yun Sheng firmly pinched Ye Beiming's nose and forcibly poured a large bowl of brown sugar water down his throat.
"Little Wildcat, you dare to force medicine on me? Do you know who I am!" Ye Beiming, like a bristled little wolf, grabbed Yun Sheng's collar as if about to erupt.
"I'm saving your life, I don't care what dirty dealings you have with that Great Mage Yang. Under my care, there's no such thing as an incurable patient. If you want a chance to see your mother again, you will eat whatever I feed you these next few days!" Yun Sheng remained calm, her lips flipping with sharp and pleasant words.
No sooner had she finished speaking, Ye Beiming's hand froze, he stammered: "How do you know about my mother, I..."
"You were delirious with fever, calling out for your mother for hours, clutching my hand without letting go. You're better off than I; my mother died a long time ago," Yun Sheng curled her lips and spoke indifferently.
A silence fell upon the room, and a suspicious flush crept across Ye Beiming's handsome face.
He softly uttered, "Sorry."
"Don't worry, everything you said last night was nonsense, I heard nonsense as well, and I won't breathe a word of it," Yun Sheng understood, knowing too much could lead to an early grave.
After checking that Ye Beiming's wound had started healing, she snuck back to her home quietly while it was still dark.
After Yun Sheng left, Ye Beiming sat meditatively on the bed.
He took an exquisite ring from his body, which was a Storage Ring.
Within the ring, there were several Soul Stones, among which was a two-hundred-year-old Demon Beast Soul Stone.