Chapter 385: Chapter 385

"..." Xiaoyao looked at the woman lying somewhat sprawled in front of him, thought for a moment, then took a detour and walked away.

Women were trouble. A woman falling from the sky was heavenly trouble. It was better to avoid it.

The woman had originally been crying out in pain, but seeing Xiaoyao's reaction, she stopped. She hadn't expected Xiaoyao to lend a hand anyway, nor did she want such a servant to help her, especially not a servant of the Xuanwu Family.

However, for Xiaoyao to just walk around her , not even asking a question or giving her an extra glance, made her very angry.

"..." Xiaoyao continued forward, thinking to himself that this was just an illusion.

"I said stop!" The woman did a carp flip to her feet, then flashed in front of Xiaoyao, forcing him to admit this wasn't an illusion.

"Miss, what's your surname?" Xiaoyao asked.

"Surname Wang..." The woman answered subconsciously, then suddenly realized why she was answering this boy. She should be here to demand an explanation, not for a chance encounter.

"Miss Wang, hello. I need to pass through—no problem with that, right?" Xiaoyao pointed to the side, not asking her to move aside, just asking for her permission to pass.

"No, I want to..." Miss Wang originally wanted to say something, but found she seemed to have nothing to say. Thinking back, she was blocking someone to demand an explanation, but what was she going to accuse him of?

The other party seemed to have done nothing wrong and hadn't caused her any harm. What accusation could she make?

"What do you want, miss?" Xiaoyao asked politely.

"I want to go back. Give me a boost. I need to climb over this wall." Miss Wang pointed to the wall beside them. She had just fallen from climbing this wall, and such a high wall was impossible for ordinary people to climb.

Since she couldn't accuse him of anything, she'd use him as a stepping stone!

"That's not appropriate. I don't know you—what if you're a thief? Wouldn't I be doing something bad?" Xiaoyao shook his head. He didn't know where this Miss Wang had fallen from or what her situation was. How could he help her climb over a wall?

"Who needs you to know me? Hurry up and give me a boost!" Miss Wang directly grabbed Xiaoyao.

"You..." Xiaoyao was startled, looking toward Miss Wang, only to see her throw him against the wall corner and step on his shoulders to climb over the wall.

"Thanks!" Miss Wang's voice came from inside, then there was complete silence.

Xiaoyao frowned slightly, thought for a while, then shook his head and continued walking back to the Xuanwu Family. That Miss Wang just now might have been just a hallucination—he'd been too tired lately!

"Yes, just a hallucination!"

After Xiaoyao returned to the Xuanwu Family, he found the people from the monster beast pens had gone somewhere. Seeing a sick little monster beast, he conveniently treated it, then fed it something. After caring for the other monster beasts and seeing things were about right, he left to go to his next work location.

Today, he planned to go to the sword forging workshop. He'd been having good insights about the sword path lately and wanted to upgrade his sword again. If there was a chance, he'd make one for the Young Miss too.

What about Guxing's? Guxing's sword was already the strongest—that kind of meteoric iron from beyond the heavens wasn't something you could get just anywhere.

Just as he left, a group of people followed in, all looking nervous. These people were supposed to be at the monster beast pens, including Steward Li and other stewards. The lineup was quite impressive.

However, in front of Steward Li wasn't someone from the monster beast pens, but a seemingly very domineering woman. She stood with her hands behind her back, looking coldly ahead, while those beside her dared not say a word.

"Look carefully again. If anything happens to my Yunyun, I'll hold you all responsible." The woman said coldly, her tone carrying a chilling coldness that no one would doubt her words.

"Miss Lingxiao, we'll do our best, but if Yunyun has that kind of disease, we're truly powerless." Steward Li and the others looked somewhat embarrassed. They knew this miss was difficult to serve, but this matter wasn't their fault.

Just now, this Miss Lingxiao's Yunyun had been brought over and diagnosed with a type of terminal illness that affected monster beasts. This terminal illness usually came very suddenly with unknown causes and equally unknown treatment methods. They could only tell this Miss Lingxiao this bad news, though they knew she cared deeply about her Yunyun, but this couldn't be hidden.

As a result, this Miss Lingxiao personally came to the monster beast pens and gathered everyone together. Her meaning was simple: have them carefully examine and come up with a treatment plan. If anything happened to her Yunyun, everyone here would suffer.

Steward Li and the others were also helpless. This Miss Lingxiao was one of the main figures of the young generation, with outstanding strength and talent. If she weren't female, she might even be one of the best candidates for family head. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel fire.net

Even so, her authority in the Xuanwu Family was considerable. Punishing people from the monster beast pens was an easy matter that didn't require others' consent. Even if the family head knew she was being unreasonable, he would only say a few words at most.

Therefore, Steward Li and the others had a headache. However, they had encountered such situations several times before. Besides this Miss Lingxiao, there were other young misses and masters. When servants encountered such situations, they could only consider themselves unlucky.

"I don't care what kind of disease it is—you must cure it for me. If you can't treat it, go find someone else. This just shows your incompetence!!" Miss Lingxiao said very coldly.

"This..." Steward Li and the others looked embarrassed. There were definitely people more skilled than them—they would admit this—but they couldn't say it out loud. Wouldn't that be calling themselves incompetent?

"Yunyun, don't worry. I'll definitely cure you..." Miss Lingxiao came to a beast pen and looked at the little monster beast Yunyun inside. She showed a gentle expression, no longer as cold as before.

Little monster beast Yunyun had originally been eating something. Seeing its master calling, it immediately hopped and jumped over, wagging its fiery red tail that was longer and larger than its body.

"Eh? Yunyun, you seem to have recovered..." Miss Lingxiao was somewhat surprised seeing Yunyun in this condition. The Yunyun that had been brought over looked sickly, though it was still a bit less lively than normal, but it certainly didn't look like it had any illness.

Not only was Miss Lingxiao somewhat surprised, Steward Li and the others were also very puzzled. They had just examined it—this little monster beast had a terminal illness. Could it be a final surge before death?

No, if it were a final surge, this little monster beast had just been eating food. With that kind of illness, appetite wouldn't be very good, yet it had just been eating heartily.

"Miss Lingxiao, let me examine Yunyun again." Steward Li and the others said. To resolve their doubts now, the best method was to see what condition this Yunyun was actually in.

"Be careful." Miss Lingxiao nodded. Regardless of the current situation, she needed these professionals to take a look.

Yunyun wagged its tail, looking at Steward Li and the others with what seemed like reluctance, but finally accepted their examination.

"Strange, how could this be..."

"Could we have been mistaken?"

Upon examination, those stewards found that Yunyun's illness seemed to have been cured. This was too surprising—they had just seen it looking near death, but now it was suddenly better!

"It's not an illusion. So many of us verified it—we couldn't all be wrong..." Steward Li shook his head, rejecting his guess that it might be an illusion.

"That's right, it's not an illusion. It did have the illness, and its current state is that of just recovering from a serious illness. Someone cured its disease." Another steward said, also discerning Yunyun's current condition.

"Who could cure that kind of disease? And we were all together just now—who could it have been?" Someone wondered puzzledly. This situation seemed somewhat supernatural now, since everyone had been inside together just now.

"That's not the main point. We were only inside for how long just now, yet such an illness was cured in such a short time—who could have such ability?" Someone raised their doubts, leading everyone into an even greater mystery and overturning some possibilities that people had thought unlikely.

Previously, some might have thought a master had intervened to help. Those masters shouldn't appear here, but they had considered it possible. But now, even if those masters could possibly appear here, they couldn't solve this illness in just a few moves. This overturned those possibilities.

"Could it be that Yunyun didn't originally have that disease, but some illness with similar symptoms?" Steward Li proposed this possibility—only this could explain the situation.

"Mm, it should be like that. Many illnesses look the same—we might have been mistaken." The other stewards agreed.

"Hmph! Mistaken!" Miss Lingxiao snorted coldly from the side.

How could they forget this young miss was still beside them? Saying they had been mistaken was giving her a chance to explode with anger. How foolish!!

Steward Li and the others broke out in cold sweats, looking at Miss Lingxiao with fear and trepidation, praying in their hearts: don't explode, don't explode, just treat us like air...

"Regardless of whether you were mistaken, whoever cured Yunyun's illness, I want to reward them. Find them for me." Miss Lingxiao said coldly.

Clear rewards and punishments—this was also Miss Lingxiao's personality. Although these people before her had no merit, they also had no fault. It had originally just been a preliminary examination without formally determining what illness it was, so she couldn't hold it against them.