I was reborn after cheating on the aloof and powerful man.

Chapter 95 Healing with the Music

"Senior, don't you think I'm annoying?"

Why are you willing to keep her now?

Fei Xi pursed her lips, staring blankly at the screen. Her usually sharp mind was now completely blank, as if it had gone on strike.

She could sense that the person behind the screen preferred quiet and disliked her overly lively personality.

Every time she took the initiative to approach him, although he didn't speak ill of her, he always acted as if she didn't want to be bothered.

Now that she has caused him to be seriously injured and that he has to use his internal energy to treat her, he should have been tired of her long ago, right?

"The decision of whether to stay or not is yours. It is my duty to tell you the options you have and the consequences."

Hearing the cold, emotionless words from behind the screen, Fei Xi had a feeling that she had known it all along.

She opened her mouth, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"I..." The faint voice became even softer, and Fei Xi stammered "I" for a long time.

She didn't know if she would get married in the future, but getting married now was definitely not something she should be considering, given the deep-seated hatred she carried.

But she felt a guilty pang of guilt about staying.

Junior Sister and Junior Brother Ji are currently missing, and she doesn't even know who her enemy is. How can she stay here with peace of mind?

After thinking it through, the confusion and reluctance in her eyes were replaced by determination. The girl bit her lip and made up her mind:

"I need to go down the mountain to find my junior brothers and sisters. Senior Bian..." After I finish everything, can I still come back?

Fei Xi couldn't bring herself to say what came next; she felt ashamed of herself.

Outnumbered and outmatched, she must do everything in her power to uncover the truth behind the massacre of her sect. She must spare no effort to kill the unknown murderer and bring solace to all her unjustly killed sect members and relatives.

She shouldn't have hoped for anything unrelated to revenge; she had already made up her mind...

But she still wanted to stay, unable to control herself, unable to extricate herself...

Overwhelmed by an uncontrollable sadness, Fei Xi felt uneasy and her blood was churning. Then, she felt a sweet taste in her throat and coughed up blood.

"Meditation!"

Suddenly, the clear sound of a zither came from behind the screen, accompanied by a slightly angry voice.

The melodious piano music flowed like a clear spring, and the blockage in my chest seemed to be soothed by an invisible hand, slowly becoming smooth and flowing again.

Each note flowing from the strings seemed to possess a life of its own, caressing her entire body. Her rapid breathing gradually calmed under the soothing touch, and Fei Xi experienced a mysterious sense of comfort. As the music gradually intensified, her pale, sickly face slowly began to flush.

Having not noticed it while asleep, Fei Xi now clearly felt it and opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Senior Bian, are you playing the zither using internal energy?"

"Your dantian is destroyed, your physique is too poor, and your body cannot directly withstand too much internal energy. Stop talking and calm down to feel it."

There seemed to be a hint of helplessness in her cool tone. After explaining, the person behind the screen stopped speaking. Only the tinkling sound of the zither crossed the screen and frankly rushed towards the person on the bed.

This was the first time Fei Xi had ever seen this treatment method.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been able to learn almost anything, and she learns quickly.

But no one is perfect, and there was one thing she just couldn't learn well: musical instruments.

She has a very poor ear for music. She can never find the right pitch for a tune that others can hum along to after hearing it once, so she keeps her distance from music.

Therefore, she didn't know how skilled Senior Bian was at playing the zither, but she knew he could infuse his inner energy into the instrument to heal people...

Wow, that's amazing! I really want to learn!

Driven by intense curiosity, her attention was completely drawn to the music. Her restless mind merged with the music, gradually calming down until she fell asleep without even realizing it.

Hearing the steady, rhythmic breathing from behind the screen, the fingers that were playing the zither stopped.

After using his internal energy twice in one day, Bian Yuan felt that his wounds, which had not yet fully healed, seemed to have reopened.

He frowned, picked up his zither, and left the room.

This room was his bedroom, and also the most comfortable room in the entire mansion. Now that it had been occupied, he could only rest in the study next door.

"Master, why has the wound reopened?"

Inside the study, Old Master Miao carefully applied medicine to him, but he coldly snorted and remained silent.

After applying the medicine, Elder Miao did not leave immediately.

The master's injury must not be known to the outside world, and Lao Luo has been handling all matters within the mansion recently.

However, there were some things that Lao Luo dared not make decisions on his own, and he dared not force his way into the master's room, so he asked him to inquire on his behalf.

"The eight great families sent someone today to inquire whether Miss Shimo and Miss Shishu, who are approaching the age of marriage, should be sent down the mountain."

"According to the rules."

The cold voice was devoid of any emotion. Old Miao nodded, as if accustomed to it, and continued:

"Master, Peak Master Lian of Feiyu Peak has recently emerged from seclusion, saying that he has gained new insights into the Yin-Yang Creation Pearl. He sent an invitation, intending to take advantage of this birthday celebration to invite you and Peak Master Wei of Beitian Peak to try to open the Yin-Yang Creation Pearl again."

"He's been in seclusion for five years this time?" The question was pointed, as if he was deep in thought.

"I heard that's true, Master, your injuries haven't healed yet..."

Before Old Miao could finish speaking, he shut his mouth under the cold gaze.

He overstepped his bounds.

"Reply to him and I will keep my appointment on time."

Old Miao nodded helplessly, and then mentioned some urgent matters that needed to be dealt with intermittently. After receiving a reply, Old Miao withdrew.

As soon as he left, the study became quiet and empty. He didn't like the bed in the study.

Sitting upright at the zither table, Bian Yuan closed his eyes to rest, letting his internal energy circulate through the Great Circulation. The night passed quickly.

For several days in a row, Senior Bian would come over after noon to play the zither for her to treat her injuries.

Fei Xi's little face was contorted in distress. She could get out of bed and walk around now, but she hadn't yet figured out the trick to using musical instruments to heal her injuries.

After the music ended, Fei Xi walked around the screen and stood in front of the swordsman who had been playing the zither.

The white-clad swordsman had a distinct face with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his expression while playing the instrument was focused and serene.

"Do the five notes of the pentatonic scale correspond to the spleen, lungs, liver, heart, and kidneys in a person? The recluse Liu Yi once said, 'However, if one wishes to calm the mind and nourish the body from illness, one will also gain something from the zither.' But Liu Yi's approach is less about using the zither to treat illness and more about cultivating one's character. This is different from your treatment method, senior. I can feel that different parts of the body react differently to the sound of the zither, as if the sound is tailored to the specific ailment. How exactly did you achieve this, senior?"

"Are you curious?" His deep eyes gazed at the woman with great interest. He could guess that the tone corresponded to the five internal organs; she was no ordinary person.

"Senior Bian, can you tell me?" Seeing that the man didn't answer and instead looked at her indifferently, Fei Xi subconsciously grabbed the white sleeve and shook it coquettishly.

A flash of cold light, and Fei Xi stood frozen in place, clutching her torn sleeve, her face filled with disbelief.

“I don’t care how Wei Jiucheng taught you before. If you continue to act so casually in the future, today’s sleeves will become tomorrow’s hands.”

The swordsman coldly uttered his harsh words, then abandoned his zither and left the room with a flick of his sleeve.

Fei Xi stared at the severed sleeve for a long time. The sword's edge grazed her finger; if it had been a little closer, her finger would have been severed along with the sleeve.

It's impossible not to be afraid.

But more than fear, an unnamed, aggrieved anger burst forth from my chest.

What's wrong with this person?

She merely touched his sleeve; was it necessary to slash her with a sword?

And how was she promiscuous?

Fei Xi didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior at all. She decided that when her senior came over tomorrow, she would loudly tell him that she wouldn't listen to him!

His master only asked him to take care of her, not to listen to him, so he had no right to control her behavior!