"100% guaranteed to draw hatred" or "Absolutely guaranteed to provoke hostility."

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind swept in.

Feng Lingzi instantly appeared in front of Li Xiaobai and slapped him hard on the head. Li Xiaobai spun 720 degrees in the air before landing face down.

Li Xiaobai was stunned. What just happened? He was completely unprepared. The effect of this skill was way too powerful. If he hadn't retracted the skill in time, he felt like his entire head would have been knocked off.

"Still think you're a genius?" Feng Lingzi scoffed, glaring at him. "You don't have a single trace of spiritual energy in you. You must be living in a dream!"

Li Xiaobai patted his buttocks, covered in dust, and walked away. The recent incident taught him a valuable lesson: skills are good, but they shouldn't be used recklessly. Using them on ordinary disciples might yield decent results, but if used against a master, they could easily kill him in one strike. It seems that choosing the right target requires careful consideration. For now, he decided not to use the skill on highly skilled individuals—it was too terrifying.

At this moment, the system added another 50 attribute points. His master's slap was harsher than yesterday's, and his head was now completely swollen like a pig's. He allocated all the attribute points to defense.

[Defense: Mortal Flesh (60/1000) – Can Advance.]

After taking some healing pills, Li Xiaobai decided to take a walk around the sect. Firstly, to familiarize himself with the surroundings, and secondly, to find some suitable targets to slap him. A few senior brothers and sisters were too strong, and their hits were unbearable. It felt like he couldn't handle it.

Feng Lingzi and his seven disciples occupied an entire mountain, a benefit granted by the sect leader. The mountain they were on was called Misty Peak. There were only seven people in total—no servants or attendants. To meet others, he had to go down the mountain.

"Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Li?" A female cultivator in a green dress walked up to him, smiling softly as she looked at Li Xiaobai's condition. "Did Master hit you again?"

Li Xiaobai's eyes lit up. This was the second senior sister of Misty Peak, Ye Wushuang, skilled in medicine. She was usually gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the first senior sister, Su Yunbing.

Ye Wushuang was a renowned beauty in the Xianyu Sect. Since they had met here, it would be a waste not to take advantage of the situation.

"I was hit by the first senior sister, and of course, Master had a hand in it too. Let's not talk about it," Li Xiaobai said, feeling a bit downhearted.

"If you usually practice diligently, why would Senior Sister and Master punish you? Come over here, let me take a look," Ye Wushuang said, taking out silver needles and medicinal wine to treat him.

Watching Ye Wushuang's movements, Li Xiaobai blurted out, "Senior Sister, your fingers are so rough. You must not take care of them properly due to frequent acupuncture."

Ye Wushuang didn't react, her sweet smile still on her face. However, Li Xiaobai felt a chill in his heart.

He probably wouldn't gain much from Senior Sister Ye. With her good temper, she wouldn't hit him. But despite thinking this, his words came out differently.

"Senior Sister, you smell a bit strange. Other senior sisters have a fragrant floral scent, but yours smells a bit... stinky. Senior Sister, although mastering skills is important, personal hygiene is also crucial. You should take a bath when needed!"

Li Xiaobai nodded seriously, feeling that he made a good point. However, he noticed that the acupuncture on his head paused for a moment. Did Senior Sister Ye get angry?

"It's just the smell of herbs. I just picked them and haven't had time to remove the scent," Ye Wushuang chuckled, making Li Xiaobai's heart race.

Senior Sister Ye was such a gentle and beautiful woman. He shouldn't offend her; it's better to maintain a good relationship. With this in mind, Li Xiaobai kept his mouth shut.

But things weren't as simple as he thought. After a few more needles, Ye Wushuang packed up her medical kit and left without looking back.

"Junior Brother Li, take care."

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Li Xiaobai felt that Senior Sister wasn't exactly comforting him. Something felt off, but the swelling on his face had indeed reduced. Senior Sister's skills were excellent, but her dislike for bathing wasn't a good habit.

Humming a tune happily, Li Xiaobai continued down the mountain. After a few steps, the system notifications started coming in.

[Attribute Points +20.]

[Attribute Points +20.]

The notifications kept coming.

What's going on? He wasn't attacked! Where did these attribute points come from?

Looking around, there was no one in sight. Senior Sister Ye had already left.

A sense of panic crept into his heart as he recalled the recent events. Then it hit him—Ye Wushuang!

Li Xiaobai suddenly remembered the chill he felt earlier. He had heard that those skilled in medicine also knew how to use poison. Could Ye Wushuang have done something to him?

Recalling her delicate face, Li Xiaobai couldn't help but shiver.

The system notifications continued to increase. Frantically checking himself, he finally noticed something unusual on his ankle.

A small black spot had appeared on his ankle.

It really was Ye Wushuang's doing. The needles on his head had somehow transmitted poison to his ankle. Her technique was truly remarkable.

Fortunately, Senior Sister only gave him a minor punishment and didn't paralyze him. The system notifications stopped after a while.

Indeed, beautiful women should not be offended.

Checking his attribute panel:

[Attribute Points: 100.]

He allocated all the points to defense. He still didn't know how defense corresponded to the strength of cultivators in this world, so it was better to play it safe.