She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Duan Yifeng smiled gently, stretched out his hand in front of her and grasped the air, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

"I forged this sword myself," he looked at Shen Weicang intently, "it's suitable for Junior Sister to use."

Shen Weicang took the sword and held it in her hand. The sword body hummed and trembled slightly.

"It seems that this spirit sword likes its master, Junior Sister, very much."

Duan Yifeng reached out his hand to hold her hand and lead her to unsheathe the sword, but Xue Qi suddenly squeezed in between the two of them, and Shen Weicang subconsciously stepped back to make room for him.

The sword was still trembling slightly in her hand. Duan Yifeng was also pushed to the back by Xue Qi, and the smile on his face suddenly faded.

A bright smile appeared in front of Shen Weicang.

Xue Qi had some bangs on her forehead, and her hair was tied up in a high ponytail with a dark blue headband. She was holding a box in her hands.

"Junior sister, this is the hairpin I made for you. It is infused with my spiritual power and can help you resist attacks at critical moments."

As he spoke, the exquisite wooden box was opened, and a green jade hairpin lay inside.

Xue Qi waved his hand, and the wooden box disappeared. He picked up the jade hairpin and said with a smile: "Junior sister, your hand is not convenient right now, I will help you put it on."

"No need," Tan Yuan quickly came over after saying a few words to his junior brother.

"Xue Qi, Xiaowu is still young. Although you don't have to be too strict about gender distinction, you don't have to be so intimate either."

Xue Qi had no choice but to withdraw his hand, sighed slightly in his heart, and smiled brightly at Shen Weicang: "Then Junior Sister, please keep this hairpin."

Just as Shen Weicang was about to nod and reach out his hand to take it, Tan Yuan had already taken the hairpin.

He looked at the hairpin carefully, clenched his hands several times and wanted to destroy it, but finally let go.

"Xiao Wu, let me put the hairpin on for you."

Shen Weicang tilted his head and glanced at him, without the slightest doubt, and smiled with great trust: "Thank you very much, Master."

Tan Yuan felt a pang in his heart. Cang Cang now completely forgot about him, nor did he remember the tenderness and affection they had in the past. He truly worshipped him like a master.

He leaned down slightly, and helped her put on the hairpin with a very serious look, his eyebrows and eyes soft: "Okay."

The girl raised her hand and touched the hairpin. Seeing her fingers touching the place he had just pinched, Tan Yuan's breathing suddenly tightened.

However, before he could fully appreciate this sweetness, Shen Weicang turned around and jumped in front of Yu Zhanhong, and naturally stretched out his hand to him: "Third Brother!"

Yu Zhanhong looked at her a little embarrassedly: "Little Junior Sister, the gift I gave may not be as exquisite as the ones given by the eldest and second senior brothers, please don't despise it."

"How could that be?" Shen Weicang looked at him sweetly and said seriously, "What I value is the thoughts of my senior brothers and sisters, not how valuable the gift itself is."

Yu Zhanhong was deeply moved when he heard this, thinking that his junior sister was so nice.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from the sachet on his waist: "Junior sister, this is the elixir I spent several months refining for you. It is all top-grade and can help you practice."

Compared to the magic sword and green jade hairpin given by Duan Yifeng and Xue Qi, this gift was indeed not very eye-catching, but Shen Weicang did not dislike it.

Yu Zhanhong is a talented alchemist. Each of the top-grade pills he refines is worth a fortune, let alone a whole porcelain bottle.

She reached out to take it, and her fingertips brushed against Yu Zhanhong's fingers, causing his handsome face to blush slightly, and his eyes wandered guiltily.

Shen Weicang didn't notice that something was wrong with him. She put the things given by several people into the treasure bag given to her by Tan Yuan as if they were treasures, and then stood happily in front of Ruan Ci.

"Fourth Senior Sister!"

Ruan Ci secretly thought that something was wrong.

She felt something was not right when Shen Weicang asked for gifts one by one just now. She had been worrying about Tan Yuan all day, and Shen Weicang was someone she hated, so how could she prepare a gift for him?

Looking at the innocent and lovely heroine in front of him, Ruan Ci felt even more disgusted.

Why is she so naive and so ignorant of what sorrow is?

Does she know how much Tan Yuan has sacrificed for her?

She knew nothing and ignorantly and took it for granted that she enjoyed everything Tan Yuan gave her, always so pure and innocent. Why?

Just now, Tan Yuan personally helped her put on the jade hairpin. As a master, he has already crossed the line. It turns out that he still can't let go of the heroine.

Is this his fate as a male supporting role? Must he become a stepping stone for the love between the male and female protagonists?

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time and just looked at him expressionlessly, Shen Weicang sensitively sensed that Fourth Senior Sister was displeased with him, and bit his lip helplessly.

Tan Yuan looked at Ruan Ci with a cold face:

"Xiao Wu greeted you, but you didn't even want to respond. As a fellow disciple, is this the way of fellow disciples that you have cultivated in Lingwu Mountain for more than a hundred years?"

Ruan Ci's face turned pale and he lowered his head: "Master, please forgive me. I was not rude to you, but I forgot to prepare a gift. I was a little overwhelmed."

Duan Yifeng glanced at her coldly and was about to say something when Yu Zhanhong spoke first: "Fourth Junior Sister, you've gone too far this time."

"Earlier you said that your practice wasn't going well and you were in a bad mood. We all understand that, and Junior Sister never blamed you. But today is the day that Junior Sister becomes a disciple. You were informed several months in advance, and you actually forgot to prepare a gift?!"

He had been patient for a while. Ever since Fourth Junior Sister left the house, she had been upset. He didn't know what she was upset about.

Why should I take out my frustration on my junior sister?

It was okay for Tan Yuan to treat him coldly, Ruan Ci was at least mentally prepared.

But now, Third Senior Brother actually accused him without any reason. Even the eldest senior brother who was always cold on the outside but warm on the inside and the second senior brother with the best temperament turned their cold faces to him. Ruan Ci felt more and more uncomfortable.

"I..." She opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but no word came out.

She was obviously in a bad mood, so why did she still care about Shen Weicang's feelings? Why didn't the master and several senior brothers show more consideration for her?

Her practice remained stagnant for decades, and Tan Yuan never cared about her.

At first, a few senior brothers would sometimes give some pointers, but after Shen Weicang came along, they no longer had themselves in their eyes or hearts.

Shen Weicang is already happy enough. He doesn't have to go through the twists and turns of trying countless times to successfully draw Qi into his body, nor does he have to practice it himself to achieve the late stage of foundation building.

Ruan Ci almost cried out of grievance, her nose felt sore, but she still forced herself to hold it back: "Master, Senior Brother, I really didn't mean it."

Shen Weicang had originally lowered his eyes in grievance, but when he heard this he forced a smile:

"Master, Third Senior Brother, don't blame Fourth Senior Sister. She has encountered difficulties recently. Since we are from the same sect, we must understand and help each other."

She thought for a moment, then took out the magic sword that Duan Yifeng had just given her from her treasure bag, showing a somewhat distressed expression, and then looked at Ruan Ci, forcing a smile:

"Fourth Senior Sister, from now on we are truly fellow disciples."

"I don't have anything good on me, so I might as well give this magic sword to Fourth Senior Sister. I wish Fourth Senior Sister to make rapid progress in her cultivation and achieve a breakthrough soon!"

Duan Yifeng's expression changed: "Little Junior Sister, this spiritual sword cannot be given to Fourth Junior Sister."

Shen Weicang looked at him somewhat embarrassedly:

"Big Brother, I know it's not good to give your gift to Fourth Senior Sister, but I really don't have anything I can give as a gift."

Duan Yifeng felt helpless and sad. Perhaps his junior sister was too young and valued friendship too much, so she was afraid that Ruan Ci would not like her.

"This spirit sword has just recognized its master," he reminded her gently, "You see, its state is one of rejection."