Quick Wear: The Sickly Boss Is Addicted to Spoiling Me

When the first ray of light of the next morning shone through the gap in the window lattice and gently fell on Shen Xunzhi's face, he slowly woke up.

He slowly opened his sleepy eyes and subconsciously reached out to feel around him, but he only felt coldness and emptiness.

The bed that was supposed to have the warm body of the Master was now completely empty, and even the bedding could not contain a trace of residual warmth.

"Did the master leave early?"

But when I got out of bed and opened the door, I found that he didn't leave early, but woke up too late.

"It turns out that I can only rest well when Master is by my side."

Shen Xunzhi probably knew Shen Xi, and he must have left to go to the main hall for the morning meeting. After all, he had to go there every few days.

Even if Shen Xi was not around, Shen Xunzhi would not slack off in his cultivation.

He mobilized his spiritual power to summon his natal sword, and flew the sword to the back mountain where he usually practiced.

Under the violent surge of spiritual power, Shen Xunzhi shouted softly, and in an instant, a natal sword emitting a sharp cold light slowly emerged from his body.

Shen Xunzhi jumped lightly and landed steadily on his natal sword.

The sword trembled slightly, then turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the back mountain where he usually practiced.

Along the way, the sound of the wind whistled past my ears, and the scenery on both sides quickly receded like a revolving lantern. In the blink of an eye, I arrived at the entrance of the back mountain.

In the back mountain, it is quiet and peaceful, with towering ancient trees and lush branches and leaves that block the sky completely. Only a few scattered rays of sunlight shine through the gaps between the leaves and fall on the ground, forming patches of light.

Apart from the main peak of the entire Qingfeng Sect, the back mountain is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy.

Therefore, most disciples usually gather here to practice.

Shen Xunzhi practiced hard in the back mountain for several hours, until the sun rose higher and the spots of light shining through the layers of branches and leaves became sparse. He then put away his sword and prepared to return to his residence.

But after taking a few steps, he was stopped.

Shen Xunzhi raised his eyes and looked.

There were several disciples standing in front with jealous and dissatisfied faces. The one leading them crossed his arms with a mocking smile on his face: "Hey, isn't this Shen Xunzhi? You practice so hard, why don't you see much progress?"

Shen Xunzhi's eyes turned cold, and he didn't say anything. He just silently clenched the sword in his hand, the spiritual power in his body surged secretly, and he watched their every move vigilantly.

"Step aside."

The man in the lead looked as if he had heard some joke.

"If you say so, I'll give in. Wouldn't that make me lose face?"

The smile on the man's face gradually froze, and he stared at Shen Xunzhi, the jealousy and dissatisfaction in his eyes unable to be hidden at all.

"Master always tells us something about a young genius, something that only comes once in a thousand years..."

The man placed his hand heavily on Shen Xunzhi's shoulder, a malicious arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "Humph, what a young genius, what a once-in-a-millennium talent, I think it's nothing more than that!"

Shen Xunzhi's shoulders sank, and his eyes became even colder. He shook his shoulders violently and shook off the man's hand.

The man was Yu Hongcai's disciple. Although his aptitude was not as good as Shen Xunzhi's, he was still considered to be a relatively capable person among the younger generation.

Normally, he relied on his qualifications and his master to show off in the sect, so naturally he had never been treated like this before. What's more, this person was Shen Xunzhi, who was above him.

He was naturally very dissatisfied.

He raised his hands to his chest and quickly formed seals. A wave of spiritual energy gathered in his palms, and the air around him seemed to become restless.