As night gradually fell, a young boy quietly slipped out of the room. However, his steps were a little unsteady, and his face looked slightly pale.
Although Lu Xiyue had set up a formation on the door, that formation was meant to prevent the door from being opened from the outside, not from within.
Chu Feng swallowed a Qi and Blood Pill. An eighth-rank sword fairy was simply far too powerful. He himself was only at the second rank, and on top of that there was Sister Wan’er as well. The two of them took turns, and it nearly drained his frail body dry.
Only now did he truly understand the saying: there are no fields that can be plowed to ruin, only oxen that are worked to death. At the moment, his face was pale, while his Master and Sister Wan’er were glowing with vitality.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, Chu Feng saw the white-haired, mature and graceful Holy Master sitting not far away, looking as if she were lost in thought, savoring something in her mind.
It was only when he came to within about a meter of Zi Xiner that the white-haired Holy Master noticed someone approaching.
“Aunt Zi, what are you thinking about?”
Chu Feng plopped down and sat directly across from Zi Xiner. Seeing there was still a cup of tea, he picked it up and took a sip. Suddenly, he noticed a faint trace of red on the rim of the cup.
Zi Xiner looked at the young boy whose qi and blood were clearly insufficient, then took out a small sugar pill.
“I was just meditating, little one. Eat this.”
“Thank you, Aunt Zi.”
Chu Feng took the sugar pill and popped it into his mouth. The moment it entered, rich qi and blood burst open within his mouth. As expected of something Aunt Zi gave him…its recovery effect was even better than the pill he had taken earlier.
In just a short moment, he recovered to his previous peak condition.
I can fight another three hundred rounds!
“Aunt Zi, do you have any more of these sugar pills?!”
Chu Feng’s eyes immediately lit up. Good stuff, really good stuff. The more of these sugar pills, the better.
Seeing the expectant look on Chu Feng’s face, Zi Xiner opened her palm again, revealing five or six sugar pills resting in her hand.
Chu Feng immediately accepted them with both hands very carefully, then put them into his storage pouch.
With surplus provisions at home, there was nothing to panic about.
Zi Xiner lifted her beautiful eyes slightly. “If you like them, little one, Aunt Zi will refine more for you tomorrow.”
Each time Zi Xiner refined sugar pills, the balance was always just right. The quantities of pills with different effects were evenly distributed….not too many, not too few.
Just like that, Chu Feng and Zi Xiner chatted from time to time. Eventually, he began asking about cultivation matters, especially the intent of the soft sword.
After some discussion, everything suddenly became clear to him. No wonder some people could sit and discuss the Dao for such long periods of time. So this feeling of having doubts unraveled was really this wonderful.
No matter what questions he asked, Aunt Zi was always able to resolve them with ease and explain everything in detail. This was far better than reading any cultivation notes or manuals.
Before he realized it, night had already fallen.
It wasn’t until the communication token at Chu Feng’s waist began to vibrate that he snapped back to his senses.
He picked up the token. It was a message from the Saintess Sister, asking when he would be returning.
Just as he was about to channel his true qi to reply, a violent tremor suddenly struck.
Boom—
A massive explosion rang out. Even inside the grand hall, Chu Feng could feel an extremely terrifying fluctuation of true qi.
Zi Xiner immediately said to Chu Feng, “Little one, stay here and don’t move around.”
Buzz—
The next instant, Zi Xiner’s figure vanished from where she stood.
Chu Feng stared at the spot where Aunt Zi had disappeared, a bad premonition rising in his heart.
***
Outside the grand hall, two figures overflowing with blood qi hovered in the air. The intense blood qi caused the surrounding space itself to warp slightly.
Upon seeing the white-haired beautiful woman appear before them, there was not the slightest trace of admiration in the Blood Demon Twins’ eyes…only deep vigilance. The Holy Master of the Yaochi Holy Land, Zi Xiner!
The eldest of the Blood Demons took a step forward and clasped his hands, laughing as he said, “Haha, Holy Master, my brother and I came to visit without prior notice. We were a bit discourteous…please forgive us, Holy Master.”
Zi Xiner’s beautiful eyes remained calm as she looked at the infamous Blood Demon Twins of the demonic path. In truth, she was somewhat surprised. How had they managed to break through the layers of protective grand formations of the Yaochi Holy Land and make their way inside?
Seeing that Zi Xiner did not respond, the eldest Blood Demon did not grow angry. Their brothers’ task was simply to stall Zi Xiner. As for risking their lives, with what that Ghost Hand had given them, what was there worth risking their lives for?
Although the disturbance here had been sealed off by the spatial barrier the two brothers had set up, it would not be long before the eighth-rank cultivators of the Yaochi Holy Land sensed it. That Ghost Hand had better hurry up.
Zi Xiner said nothing. She merely raised her right hand, her long index finger extending as she gently pointed forward. Countless white specks of light shot toward the Blood Demon Twins.
When the Blood Demon Twins saw Zi Xiner make her move, they did not dare to be careless in the slightest.
The two brothers simultaneously circulated their techniques, and dense blood qi condensed into a gigantic blood-colored toad. Its huge mouth opened wide, unleashing a violent suction that sought to swallow all of the white specks of light.
In the blink of an eye, all of the white specks were completely devoured by the blood-red giant toad, and a smile surfaced at the corner of the eldest Blood Demon’s mouth.
“Holy Master, it seems your hundred years of seclusion were not as effective as the cultivation progress my brother and I have made over the past hundred years.”
Zi Xiner looked at the smug expression on the eldest Blood Demon’s face. Her red lips parted slightly as she softly said, “Explode.”
As the single word fell, the blood-colored giant toad’s belly suddenly began to swell violently.
In the blink of an eye, it was stretched to the breaking point and burst apart. The white specks of light gathered together, forming a white figure a hundred meters tall, radiating an aura of holiness. The surrounding blood qi seemed to encounter a natural nemesis and rapidly dissipated.
The white figure raised its right hand, and with a single finger pointing down, space itself could no longer endure it, beginning to twist and tear as pitch-black spatial rifts appeared one after another.
The Blood Demon Twins were filled with shock. They frantically circulated their blood qi, activating dozens of defensive treasures.
As the enormous white finger descended, a defensive treasure shattered after lasting only three breaths.
Zi Xiner glanced at the Blood Demon Twins. Why had these two suddenly broken into the Yaochi Holy Land?
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind. The little one!
***
“Aunt Zi!”
Chu Feng hurriedly stood up, about to ask what had happened. Before he could even open his mouth, Aunt Zi’s figure vanished.
He walked to the entrance of the grand hall and stopped. Without Aunt Zi’s permission, if he stepped outside now, there would probably be nothing but emptiness beneath his feet.
Just as Chu Feng was about to turn back to wake his master and Sister Wan’er, a burst of laughter suddenly echoed around him.
“Hehe, Chu Feng, we meet again.”
Chu Feng: “!!!”
He spun around abruptly and saw a child standing before him, about five or six years old. However, those eyes held none of a child’s innocence. Instead, they were filled with sinister malice.
“Who are you?”
Chu Feng quickly took out Little Bai, with his true qi surging rapidly within his body. This visitor meant no good.
In the cultivation world, there were five kinds of people best not provoked when they appeared alone: Daoists, monks, beautiful women, children, and the elderly. Almost all of them were big shots, and those who were not had already died long ago.
The sinister aura within Venerable Ghost Hand burst forth in an instant. This time was different from before. This time, he had descended in his true body, an eighth-rank cultivation! If he still could not kill a mere second-rank cultivator, then he, Ghost Hand, would straight up eat a ton of shit, soup and all!
Looking at Chu Feng, who seemed like a lamb waiting for slaughter, Venerable Ghost Hand said confidently, “Chu Feng, today, this venerable one will let you experience what true pain is! Hahaha… hic?!”
Just as Venerable Ghost Hand was laughing with delight, a terrifying sword intent suddenly swept through, shredding all of the sinister aura to pieces.
This sword intent was something even Chu Feng’s five-colored sword qi could not begin to compare to.
“So? Have you decided how you want to die?”
An ethereal voice suddenly rang out.
A cold and aloof female sword fairy dressed in black appeared before the young man at some unknown moment, her beautiful eyes icy and devoid of warmth.
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