The banners of the Academy of Elegant Malevolence fluttered in the dawn wind — not ominous for once, just… tired.

After months of chaos, debates, and accidentally enlightened villains, the alliance had reached its final day.

The Azure Sky delegation prepared to leave.

Scrolls signed. Seals affixed. Souls slightly traumatized but legally satisfied.

Li Ming stood on the black marble courtyard where it all began.

His robe — a mix of Azure blue and Evil black — caught the morning light like a contradiction learning to glow.

---

Yin Qing walked up to him, arms crossed but eyes softer than usual.

"So… that's it?" she asked. "No last lecture? No spontaneous philosophical collapse of reality?"

He smiled faintly. "The paperwork forbids it."

She exhaled slowly. "After all this madness, you're just going to walk away like nothing happened?"

He looked around — at the students training (some seriously, others holding emotional support skulls), at the instructors pretending they hadn't learned decency by accident, at the half-repaired tower that still hummed from last week's heavenly audit.

"Things happened," he said quietly. "They just happened properly."

---

She frowned. "You know… when you first arrived, I thought you were the laziest, most absurd person I'd ever met."

"Reasonable assumption."

"And now?"

Yin Qing hesitated. Her tone dropped lower, warmer.

"Now I think you're the most dangerous kind of cultivator there is."

"Because I fight differently?"

"No," she said. "Because you make people think differently."

Li Ming blinked — genuinely taken aback.

For once, there was no comeback, no clever quip.

He just smiled, soft and small. "That might be the nicest accusation I've ever received."

---

Bai Guo flapped down between them, looking deeply offended by the mood.

"Are we… are we doing emotions right now? Is this emotional cultivation? Should I meditate or cry?"

Yin Qing kicked a pebble at him. "Shut up."

He puffed his feathers. "I'll record this historic event: Yin Qing admits sincerity without sarcasm!"

She turned red. "You're next on my hit list, bird."

Li Ming chuckled. "Balance restored."

But the laughter faded gently, replaced by a hush that clung to the morning air.

---

The carriages were ready.

Azure Sky disciples loaded crates of scrolls and artifacts, muttering about "never visiting again."

Evil Path instructors waved from the steps — some proud, some confused, one still trying to process empathy.

Headmaster Yan Luo approached, folding his hands. "Li Ming… you brought peace. And several existential crises. For both, we thank you."

"Anytime," Li Ming said sincerely.

"Please don't mean that," Yan Luo replied quickly.

---

Yin Qing stood by the courtyard gate.

Her usual poise cracked slightly. "When you go back… they'll see you as a hero."

He shrugged. "They already tried that once. It was exhausting."

"So you'll go back to being the lazy genius again?"

"I'll go back to being Li Ming," he said simply. "That's enough."

She bit her lip — an uncharacteristic hesitation. "Do you ever… plan to come back?"

He tilted his head. "To Elegant Malevolence?"

"No," she said softly. "To me."

---

The silence that followed wasn't awkward. It was the kind that fills two people's hearts at once and still leaves room for air.

Li Ming looked at her — the sharp, brilliant, impossible woman who had scolded him through half a dozen absurd miracles and somehow made him care.

"If fate allows," he said, "and if bureaucracy doesn't object."

Yin Qing laughed once, choked once, and then — to everyone's horror — smiled like sunlight over snow.

"Then hurry up, bureaucrat."

---

As he turned to leave, she called out:

"Li Ming!"

He paused.

Yin Qing said, "Next time… don't fix everything. Leave something for us to break."

He nodded. "Balance achieved."

And with that, he stepped onto the departing platform — the winds carrying him back toward the Azure Sky Sect.

The Evil Academy watched him vanish into the distance, the banners of malevolence swaying gently — not with menace, but with quiet respect.

---

That night, Yin Qing stood alone beneath the academy's moon.

For the first time, she meditated — not to cultivate strength, but to calm the ache in her chest.

A faint voice seemed to echo in the wind.

> "Even chaos needs rest between acts."

She smiled through the silence.

"Rest well, idiot."

---

By the time the Azure Sky entourage crossed the border ridge, dawn had begun to scatter its first gold across the mountains.

Mist rolled through the valleys like a curtain closing after a particularly ridiculous play.

Elder Mu Qing was the first to break the silence.

"Well," he said, adjusting his robes, "we've survived."

Li Ming nodded. "Barely."

The elder shot him a look. "I meant because of you."

"Ah," Li Ming said mildly. "Then yes. Barely."

---

Behind them, Bai Guo flapped in circles, carrying a scroll twice his size. "Descendant! They sent you a gift!"

Li Ming raised an eyebrow. "A farewell scroll?"

"No," Bai Guo said dramatically. "A recommendation letter. Signed by the Headmaster of Evil himself!"

Yin Qing's elegant handwriting trailed along the bottom edge:

> 'To whoever employs this menace next: handle with patience, tea, and a stable dimension.'

Li Ming smiled faintly. "Accurate."

Mu Qing peeked at the seal and muttered, "Heaven save us, this might actually improve your reputation."

"Or worsen it," Bai Guo added cheerfully. "Depending on who reads first."

---

The journey down the mountains was peaceful — unnervingly so.

No exploding bamboo, no self-aware paperwork, not even a single sentient lecture hall.

The disciples, exhausted but glowing, whispered among themselves.

"Do you think we'll ever meet them again?"

"I don't know… but I kind of miss the Evil Path's breakfast debates."

"Same. They had good insults."

Mu Qing overheard and groaned. "I send you to form alliances, not nostalgia for villains!"

Li Ming looked up at the morning light and said quietly, "They're not villains anymore."

The elder frowned. "What makes you so sure?"

"They learned sarcasm," Li Ming replied. "That's the first step to morality."

Bai Guo tilted his head. "And the second step?"

Li Ming smirked. "Regretting the first."

---

Half a day later, they reached the great Azure Sky gates.

Blue banners fluttered, disciples rushed forward, and the Sect Bells tolled with ceremonial joy.

"Welcome back, heroes of diplomacy!" cried one elder.

The others cheered.

Then they saw Li Ming.

The cheering stopped halfway through.

Someone whispered, "Oh no. He's back."

Another added, "Quick, hide the sacred formation manuals before he rewrites them."

Li Ming waved politely. "Missed you too."

---

Inside the main hall, Sect Master sat on the central throne, smiling with that distinct serenity only possessed by people who haven't been updated yet.

"Disciple Li Ming," he said warmly. "I hear your mission was a success."

He bowed. "Yes, Sect Master. Both sides have achieved mutual enlightenment, minor property damage, and significant emotional growth."

Sect master blinked. "That… sounds productive?"

"Depends on the definition of 'productive,'" Mu Qing muttered.

Li Ming presented the signed scrolls.

Sect master took them reverently. "You've done well. The heavens will surely recognize—"

A pigeon made of paperwork slammed into the wall and exploded into celestial confetti.

Sect master froze. "Was that… Heaven?"

Li Ming sighed. "Probably my performance review."

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "You were gone for months, and Heaven is still auditing you?"

"Balance requires persistence," he said serenely.

---

That evening, after formalities and tea, Li Ming sat alone by the lotus pond.

The reflection of the moon shimmered across the water — faintly violet, faintly blue, still carrying traces of that chaotic energy.

For the first time in months, he wasn't surrounded by noise.

And somehow, the silence felt heavier.

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a small black feather — one that had fallen from Yin Qing's robe during their last duel.

He twirled it between his fingers, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.

Bai Guo perched nearby. "Descendant, you're smiling at a feather. Should I be jealous?"

He didn't answer. He just whispered,

"She said not to fix everything."

The bird blinked. "And?"

Li Ming set the feather down on the water's surface.

It floated for a moment — then sank slowly, rippling the moonlight.

"I'm trying," he said quietly. "But balance… likes to follow."

---

Far away, in the Academy of Elegant Malevolence, Yin Qing sat at her desk, writing her own report to the Headmaster.

Her brush paused midway as she caught a glimpse of the moonlight in her ink bowl.

It shimmered faintly blue.

She smiled.

"Idiot."

And for one absurd heartbeat, the ink rippled — as if laughing back.

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