Internal Sect Turmoil Chapter 65 Just Try Responding If You Dare

"State your desire. What is it that you wish for?"

Chen Xuan cleared his throat, forcing an expression of profound senior mastery to mask the inner turbulence of his heart.

"Do you yearn for a few Mystic-grade martial techniques, or would you prefer this old man to personally refine a few furnaces of Earth-grade medicinal pills for you?"

As these words echoed outside the chamber, the disciples who had yet to disperse erupted into a fresh wave of uproar!

Elder Chen was actually taking the initiative to offer treasures? What an extraordinary honor!

Everyone cast looks of envy and jealousy at Chu Xing, waiting for him to make some outrageous demand.

Yet, Chu Xing merely cupped his fists respectfully toward Chen Xuan.

"Many thanks for Elder Chen's immense kindness. However, this disciple has not yet decided what assistance I might require from the Elder. Should the need arise in the future, I will come to trouble the Elder then."

"Come to trouble me in the future?"

The smile on Elder Xuan's face instantly froze.

Looking at Chu Xing's expression, it felt as bitter to his heart as chewing on coptis root.

What kind of joke was this! Throughout his entire life, Chen Xuan had been obsessed with the Dao of alchemy, and the thing he detested most in this world was owing others a favor!

If this debt of favor were recorded, wouldn't it mean he would have to worry about this matter from now on? Who knew when this kid might suddenly pop up with some bizarre and eccentric demand.

That sensation felt precisely like having a fishbone stuck in one's throat—neither able to spit it out nor swallow it down, excruciatingly uncomfortable!

No! This favor had to be repaid today, right here and now!

Chen Xuan's eyes rolled as he gazed upon Chu Xing's youthful face. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he conceived what he considered to be a brilliant idea.

He stepped forward, leaned close to Chu Xing's ear, and lowered his voice.

"Kid, you refuse cultivation techniques and martial arts, and you look down on medicinal pills... This old man knows that you young people are full of passionate vigor..."

He winked at Chu Xing, his rigid and solemn face breaking into a knowing grin that shouted I-understand-you-young-fellows.

"How about this old man tosses aside this aged face of mine and scouts out a few stunning, graceful senior and junior sisters within the sect for you, and we help set things up?"

"..."

The smile at the corner of Chu Xing's mouth instantly solidified.

He stared blankly at the old man whose demeanor had undergone such an abrupt and drastic shift, wondering if something had gone wrong with his ears.

Was this... was this the kind of thing an Earth-grade high-tier alchemist was supposed to say?

"Ahem! Ahem-ahem!"

At that exact moment, a deliberately exaggerated coughing sound rang out from nearby.

Chu Xing and Chen Xuan turned their heads simultaneously to see Mu Wanqing gazing at them with a frosty visage, the chill in her clear, cold eyes nearly condensing into actual ice.

Startled into a violent shiver, Chen Xuan suddenly snapped to his senses, realizing what kind of unhinged nonsense he had just blurted out in his momentary lapse of decorum. He hurriedly straightened his posture, assumed a righteous expression once more, and gave a dry cough.

As for Chu Xing, the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Glancing at Mu Wanqing, whose expression practically screamed, "Just dare to accept and see what happens to you," then turning back to the thoroughly embarrassed Chen Xuan, Chu Xing could only offer a helpless shrug.

"Elder, I appreciate your kind intentions. And... I have noted this favor down."

"You—!"

Chen Xuan was so infuriated his beard bristled upward. He pointed a finger at Chu Xing, utterly speechless for a long moment.

Finally, he whipped his sleeve through the air with a fierce flick, let out a sullen huff toward Fu Lingchuan, and snapped, "Senior Brother Fu! Deal with this brat however you see fit! This old man is leaving first!"

With that, he huffed in indignation, turned on his heel, pushed his way through the crowd without looking back, and strode swiftly away. Judging by his retreating figure, there was even a faint hint of flustered escape.

Observing his old friend's defeated state, Fu Lingchuan's perpetually tight expression finally cracked to reveal a rare trace of a smile.

He waved a hand, his voice returning to its calm composure.

"Everyone, disperse."

The disciples outside, who had just witnessed a earth-shattering spectacle, snapped out of their daze. Each of them cast an intensely complex look at Chu Xing before scattering in all directions.

Before long, only Fu Lingchuan, Mu Wanqing, and Chu Xing remained in the courtyard.

Fu Lingchuan walked up to Chu Xing, the final trace of scrutiny in his eyes completely transforming into appreciation and praise.

"Today, you truly opened this old man's eyes. Well done."

He held back none of his commendations.

Pausing briefly, his expression grew solemn once more.

"Your ability has passed the test. However, to eradicate Wanqing's medicinal poison completely, the power of purification alone is not enough; some preparations are still required."

"This old man will need a few days to gather some auxiliary spiritual herbs."

"During these next few days, you should cultivate in peace within the Pill Hall and adjust your state to its peak. Once everything is fully prepared, I will notify you personally."

"This disciple understands," Chu Xing replied with a nod.

"Go on then." Fu Lingchuan waved his hand dismissively.

Chu Xing bowed once more to Fu Lingchuan and turned to leave the alchemy chamber.

He had barely walked far from the main hall when a light, hurried sound of footsteps echoed from behind him.

"Junior Brother."

A clear voice, tinged with a trace of subtle and hard-to-conceal hesitation, called out to him.

Chu Xing turned his head to see Mu Wanqing standing gracefully not far behind him.

"Senior Sister Mu," Chu Xing greeted with a smile. "Is something the matter?"

Mu Wanqing looked at him, complex emotions flickering through her limpid, icy eyes. She seemed to have countless things she wanted to say, yet had no idea where to begin.

After a brief silence, she spoke softly, her voice carrying a hint of tension she herself had failed to notice.

"Today... thank you."

"What is there to thank?" Chu Xing chuckled. "Didn't we agree it would be a mutually beneficial cooperation? Besides, I also acquired a favor from Elder Chen; this trip was definitely not a loss."

His relaxed demeanor caused the taut strings in Mu Wanqing's heart to loosen slightly as well.

She looked at Chu Xing, hesitating repeatedly before finally summoning her courage.

"Did Master... mention anything to you about how... how we are to eradicate the medicinal poison within my body next?"

When she asked this question, her gaze drifted evasively, not daring to meet Chu Xing's eyes.

Observing her behavior, Chu Xing felt a mild sense of puzzlement. "Elder Fu said he needs a few days to prepare the spiritual herbs and told me to wait patiently for his notice."

"J-just... just that?" Mu Wanqing pressed further, her voice dropping even lower.

"That's right, just that," Chu Xing nodded. "Why? Is there some other elaborate procedure involved?"

"N-no... nothing at all."

Mu Wanqing shook her head hurriedly, as if feeling a wave of relief or perhaps attempting to conceal something.

Yet, for some inexplicable reason, the moment she recalled the specific details her master had mentioned, her fair, jade-like face flushed uncontrollably.

That captivating blush spread swiftly from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her snow-white ears, wrapping her entire being in a breathtaking aura of bashful modesty.

"I..."

She parted her lips as though intending to offer an explanation, only to find her mind entirely blank, incapable of formulating a single word.

In the end, she could only stamp her foot in frustration. Like a startled rabbit, she hastily dropped a parting sentence:

"Y-you... get some proper rest!"

Without waiting for Chu Xing to respond, she spun around and strode briskly away. Her retreating figure carried a distinct air of hurried flight.

Chu Xing remained rooted to the spot, watching her graceful silhouette vanish around the corner of the courtyard, feeling thoroughly baffled.

"What on earth was that about?"

He touched the bridge of his nose, utterly at a loss.

It was merely detoxifying someone, wasn't it? Why was she acting as if she were heading to the execution grounds? And why was she blushing?