The young girl arrived in a hurry.
Hearing that the Head Senior Brother was in trouble, Ye Tianyi's face turned anxious.
But what puzzled him even more was—if something had happened, why come find Lu Changsheng instead of the elders or the Sect Master?
Lu Changsheng, on the other hand, was calm and raised an eyebrow.
"Again? Can't anyone give me a break?"
"???" Ye Tianyi was stunned.
The girl explained the situation, then looked at Lu Changsheng with sparkling eyes full of admiration—almost teary.
This girl was Luo Qianling, the daughter of the Sect Master, and she often came to Qingyun Peak to find Lu Changsheng.
Lu Changsheng sensed her gaze and said helplessly,
"Junior Sister, didn't you say Senior Brother's in trouble?"
"He is!"
"Then bring him here already!"
"They're on the way. I just came ahead to inform you!"
"Ah..."
Lu Changsheng frowned. He really didn't know what to do about this junior sister.
Being the Sect Master's daughter, she drew too much attention—not fitting his low-key lifestyle.
He didn't mind being called a lazy good-for-nothing; those labels were harmless.
But if people started pairing him up with the Sect Master's daughter, things could get complicated.
He sighed at the thought.
Soon, a few disciples arrived, supporting a tall, handsome young man—Zhou Qingyu, the Head Senior Brother of Qingyun Peak.
Even while being supported, Zhou Qingyu gave off a strong and composed presence.
"Senior Brother!"
Ye Tianyi rushed over, concerned, trying to check his condition.
But Zhou Qingyu brushed him aside and headed straight for Lu Changsheng.
"Junior Brother, I messed up again!"
"Calm down."
Lu Changsheng helped him inside, leaving a stunned Ye Tianyi behind.
"What... what just happened?" he asked Luo Qianling.
"He's going to let Senior Brother Changsheng diagnose the problem and heal him," she replied with a soft smile.
"Him? Diagnose? Heal??"
Ye Tianyi's frown deepened.
"This is absurd. Has Senior Brother lost his mind?"
He made to charge inside—this whole situation felt wrong. That lazy junior brother? Reliable? Impossible.
But Luo Qianling stopped him.
"Senior Brother Changsheng has handled it every time, and nothing's ever gone wrong!"
"Every time??"
Ye Tianyi froze. Was he really wrong about the junior brother all along?
Could it be that Lu Changsheng only seemed lazy but was actually some hidden genius doctor?
As Ye Tianyi tried to process this, Lu Changsheng came back out of the room, sighing deeply.
"Sigh, they just never learn. You can't rush cultivation. Without me here, this whole mountain would fall apart."
He muttered as he walked into another room.
Ye Tianyi rushed to see Zhou Qingyu.
The senior brother was now sitting calmly on the bed, color returning to his face.
"What happened to you, Senior Brother?"
"Nothing much. I just injured myself while practicing sword intent. I asked Junior Brother to take a look—he helped me balance things out, and I'm feeling much better now."
"He... understands sword intent too??"
Ye Tianyi was in disbelief.
Just yesterday, this guy was helping Senior Sister with formations. Now today, he's healing the Head Senior Brother with sword problems?
Was this still the same junior brother?
Zhou Qingyu thought for a moment and said,
"He knows a bit. Not too much."
"Then why would you trust him to treat you?"
"Because even if he doesn't know everything, he's read a lot of books. Whenever I run into a problem, he always manages to find a reference for it."
Ye Tianyi found it hard to believe.
Right then, Lu Changsheng returned holding a book.
"Senior Brother, I saw this in a book once—it described a problem very similar to yours."
Before Zhou Qingyu could take it, Ye Tianyi snatched it first and began reading carefully.
After checking, he was shocked—it was an exact match.
"Where did you even find this?" Ye Tianyi asked.
"Just read it before. I go through a lot of books when I'm bored. As soon as I heard the issue, I remembered it."
Zhou Qingyu took the book and nodded repeatedly as he read—very reasonable explanations, clearly helpful.
But soon, he reached the back of the book… and saw blank pages.
"Where's the rest of the content?"
"Don't know. That's all there was when I found it." Lu Changsheng replied.
Just then, Ye Tianyi noticed his fingers were stained with ink.
"Wait… what—?"
"Oh, must be due to the humidity lately. The ink must have bled through." Lu Changsheng explained casually.
No one thought much of it, though Ye Tianyi still felt something didn't sit right.
Everyone's attention turned back to Zhou Qingyu.
He was the pride of Qingyun Peak—immensely talented and already at the ninth layer of Core Formation, not far from the next major realm.
The sect valued him highly.
Across Cangzhou, he was recognized as one of the top geniuses among sect disciples.
He practiced sword cultivation and had already comprehended six layers of sword intent, earning him the title "Little Sword Immortal of Cangyun."
Sword cultivation was infamously hard. Most cultivators couldn't even scratch the surface. Reaching the second layer was already a lifelong dream for many.
If one could reach nine layers, they had a shot at achieving the legendary "Sword Heart Clarity"—a dream pursued by countless sword cultivators.
Even across all of Yue Country, such a figure had never appeared.
Zhou Qingyu was no exception. He trained day and night, obsessively studying the sword.
Lu Changsheng barely saw him once a month—and every time, Zhou came asking if he'd seen a book with some obscure sword problem.
Lu always had to improvise answers, and this time, he had nearly slipped up.
Now that the issue was resolved, Lu Changsheng turned to leave.
But Zhou Qingyu stopped him.
"Junior Brother!"
"Hm?"
"The Ning family has arrived. You go handle it."
"Alright, no problem!"
Lu Changsheng answered and left the room.
Watching Zhou Qingyu continue meditating on the sword, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but shake his head.
"What's so hard about sword cultivation? Don't you just hold a sword and swing it? Why does everyone make it so complicated?"
He truly didn't understand.
Ye Tianyi stayed behind, wanting to talk more with Zhou Qingyu about Lu Changsheng.
At the end of the day, even if Lu had read every book in the sect, the foundation of a cultivator was still their cultivation.
Without solid cultivation, what good was knowledge?
Meanwhile, Luo Qianling caught up with Lu Changsheng outside.
"Senior Brother Changsheng, where are you going? Wait for me!"
"Is there something you need, Junior Sister?" he asked.
"No, I just wanted to talk with you..." she said, face blushing slightly.
"Let's talk another time. I'm busy."
"Busy with what?"
"Didn't Senior Brother say earlier? I have to go to Cangyun City."
"Why?"
"A lot going on. Ning Yuxin has arrived—I need to meet her."
"Ning Yuxin? The daughter of the richest man in Cangzhou?"
"Yep." Lu Changsheng replied as if it was no big deal.
Luo Qianling's brows furrowed slightly. She already knew Lu Changsheng often visited the city's courtesans.
But Ning Yuxin was different—she was the heiress of Cangzhou's wealthiest family.
She'd even heard her father mention that the Peak Master of Qingyun Peak had once made a betrothal arrangement with the Ning family...
"She's not coming to discuss... a marriage, right?"
A sense of crisis rose in her heart.
Just as she was about to say something more, Lu Changsheng was already gone—vanished.
Though he hadn't said who the marriage was for, Luo Qianling couldn't help but worry.
"No way... Senior Brother Changsheng, you can't go! Let me—"
Before she could finish, he had already disappeared beyond the mountain, heading straight toward Cangyun City.