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After Xu Xiaofei finished eating, Wei Xuanfeng suddenly picked up the chains binding his hands and feet, weighed them in his hands, tugged at them, exchanged a glance with Rong Han, and nodded slightly.
"I should be able to break this black iron chain with all my strength," he said.
"Good," Rong Han replied. "Then let's proceed according to our plan."
He then turned to Xu Xiaofei and said, "When you left, I discussed with Brother Wei about what we should do next, and we have some ideas."
"Right," Wei Xuanfeng added. "Being... injured a few times won't be too serious; we still have time and can afford to wait a bit longer! If the Xiaoyao Sect and the Rong Family can notice something is wrong and come looking for us, that would be best. However, we can't rely too much on them; we need to make our own plans."
Xu Xiaofei was not only the top disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect but also a young master of the prestigious Rong Family.
Wei Xuanfeng continued, "Neither Rong nor I can break through the formation's restraints. To escape from here, the key lies with you, Brother Xu. During this time, I will do my best to teach you all the sword techniques I've learned throughout my life."
Seeing Xu Xiaofei hesitate, he smiled and said, "Don't refuse. Every bit of progress you make increases our chances of survival. After all, I'm just a wandering cultivator without any sect; I can teach whoever I want. Unlike Rong, whose family's ancestral sword techniques cannot be passed on; doing so would be a grave offense."
"I..." Xu Xiaofei realized that refusing was futile and said loudly, "Then I will definitely work hard and not let Brother Wei down for imparting his skills to me."
"Good, Brother Xu. From now on, you can consider yourself a disciple of my self-created 'Demon-Slaying Sword Technique!'" Wei Xuanfeng patted his shoulder and laughed heartily.
Once Wei finished laughing, Rong Han said, "Right now, our goal is to accumulate strength. When the time is right and that person summons the three of us, we can take action. Xu Xiong, when that time comes, Brother Wei will break your chains for you. After he makes that strike, he will undoubtedly be left exhausted; both his safety and mine will be my responsibility. I will do everything I can to protect our lives while you focus on fighting without worrying about us! We are all cultivators; getting injured a bit won't matter as long as it's not severe injuries like a shattered Dantian or crushed flesh; we can recover from those."
"Okay."
The earnest trust and heavy responsibility from these two made Xu Xiaofei's eyes moist.
This battle that was bound to come—he would fight with all his might for victory; there could be no defeat or even the slightest mistake!
Early on the twenty-first, the Flower Picking Demon actually called for Xu Xiaofei to come alone.
Before leaving, Wei Xuanfeng quietly tugged at his sleeve and said to him, "Stay calm and conserve your energy."
The more energy they preserved, the better their chances of successfully fighting back.
"… Don’t worry," Xu Xiaofei replied.
As soon as he stepped into that person's room, the individual pointed to the empty space in front of him and said, "Sit down and practice with me."
He raised his eyes and watched as Xu Xiaofei obediently walked over and sat cross-legged.
What?
Just as Xu Xiaofei was about to enter a meditative state, he suddenly felt a sweetness in his mouth; it was that person who pinched a scarlet pill between their delicate fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.
Practicing was fine, but what was the point of feeding him a pill first?
He glared coldly, but the other person merely smiled and stroked his face, the fragrance from their wrist brushing past his nose. "Hurry up and circulate your energy; your ears are turning red. You really are a naive one. If you keep looking at me like that, I might not be able to resist devouring you."
"…"
Xu Xiaofei closed his eyes and silently circulated his inner energy.
He could sense that the other person had released their Divine Consciousness, quietly perceiving the flow of his spiritual power.
After watching for a while, the man also began to practice his skills in a similar manner.
...
Once he finished, the man said, "You can go. For your sake, I won't touch your friends for now."
Xu Xiaofei was unsure when he had gained such influence, but this was certainly good news.
He replied, "If that's the case, why don't you let them go?"
The man answered decisively, "No."
"Why not?"
"Because I still want to keep you here," he said with a soft and charming smile. "If I let them go, they will just turn around and bring help to attack me."
Xu Xiaofei was left speechless; it was indeed the case.
Upon returning to the prison, Wei Rong and the others surprisingly left him more breakfast than yesterday.
... At this rate, they might not even be able to fill themselves up.
Xu Xiaofei silently handed back two extra buns, one to each of them, and described the man's actions and words from earlier.
The three discussed for a while and decided to stick to their original plan. However, this time they had much more time at their disposal.
At least for the short term, they were no longer at risk of being drained completely.
In the blink of an eye, the three had been in this Underground Lair's prison for half a month.
Xu Xiaofei's swordsmanship had improved again, and Wei Rong and the others could slightly break free from the restraints of the great formation.
Their relationship had always been good, and now it had deepened even further.
Having shared the experience of being imprisoned together and facing difficulties, their bond was indeed extraordinary.
At this moment, the "child" who had deceived them into coming here stood in front of the prison, blinking a pair of pitch-black eyes.
He ordered, "The master wants to see them. Take them away."
He seemed to be a trusted confidant of Du Feiqing, with a status higher than that of the Guards.
His command was immediately executed, and the prison door was opened. The three exchanged a tacit glance, seeing the blazing fire in each other's eyes.
The opportunity they had been waiting for had arrived!
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