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Xu Xiaofei jumped off the Flying Sword and walked into a street-side pharmacy.
His green Daoist Robe from the Xiaoyao Sect was particularly eye-catching, prompting the Shopkeeper to quickly come forward to greet him.
Xu Xiaofei handed him a list of medicinal herbs and added, "I also brought Elder Yang's elixirs."
"Good, good, good," the Shopkeeper said with a beaming smile. "Elder Yang's elixirs are always reliable." He passed the list to an assistant, instructing them to gather the specified types and quantities, while he led Xu Xiaofei into the adjacent clinic.
"What?" Upon seeing the patients huddled in the corner, Xu Xiaofei exclaimed in surprise, "Is it them?"
The clinic was bustling with business, and many patients waiting for consultation were casting curious glances at the three individuals, occasionally whispering among themselves.
The expressions of these individuals were indeed very strange. It was as if they were surrounded by malevolent spirits ready to devour them, their courage shattered to the point where they couldn't even scream.
"Does Xu Shaoxia know them?" the Shopkeeper asked cautiously.
"Not exactly," Xu Xiaofei replied. "A few days ago, these three were causing trouble at the night market, and I taught them a lesson." He glanced at the Shopkeeper's expression and added, "I just gave them a light beating; at most, they got a few scratches. This isn't my doing."
"Of course, of course," the Shopkeeper chuckled nervously.
Xu Xiaofei took out a porcelain vial from his Cosmic Bag. The Shopkeeper received it and fed each of the three individuals a fragrant elixir.
After administering the medicine, they stared at the patients.
After a while, the shock frozen on their faces seemed to ease slightly, their eyes becoming more animated. Just as the Shopkeeper was about to express his delight that it was indeed effective, they suddenly began screaming like pigs being slaughtered, clutching their heads and curling up into their knees.
The cries gradually subsided, but they still wore expressions of sheer terror.
"It seems that even Elder Yang's elixir is useless," Xu Xiaofei said.
This pharmacy had supplied herbs to the Xiaoyao Sect for many years, and the relationship between the two was very good. This time, when they encountered an incurable patient, they sent a message asking for help. Yang Zhen specially refined an elixir based on the symptoms described in their letter and had Xu Xiaofei deliver it.
With Yang Zhen's mastery of Alchemy, he was unable to resolve this ailment.
"This... this is not hysteria; it might truly be the work of an immortal," the Shopkeeper shook his head and sighed. "If it can't be cured, then it can only remain like this for a lifetime; it's all fate!"
The work of an immortal?
Xu Xiaofei thought to himself, could it be that these people later provoked some powerful figure they shouldn't have?
That remained unknown.
Qi Shijie still found the woman they encountered at the night market somewhat suspicious. However, they had investigated her, and she was just an ordinary person without any spiritual power.
If it was because her realm was too high for them to detect, then at least she had no malicious intent; otherwise, with just a flick of her finger, she could have killed both him and his senior sister.
He returned to the pharmacy, where the assistant had already packaged all the materials listed on the order and stacked them together.
Xu Xiaofei recorded the accounts, placed the herbs into his Cosmic Bag, and then flew away on his Flying Sword.
He soared out of Xuancheng, heading towards the direction of Xiaoyao Sect.
Below him lay vast fields.
Looking down, he saw a landscape filled with deep autumn yellows and a ribbon-like river winding across the ground.
"Hey, who is that?"
He spotted a fisherman sitting under a willow tree by the river, wearing a straw hat that obscured his face.
The back view seemed somewhat familiar.
Xu Xiaofei, compelled by curiosity, took another look and then lowered his Flying Sword, landing behind the man: "Is it you?"
Spirit Sword Destiny turned his head at the sound. He had actually noticed Xu Xiaofei long ago.
He did not reveal his true appearance, still using the scholarly and refined face of the young man that Xu Xiaofei had seen twice before.
"Oh, it's you again?" Spirit Sword Destiny said. "I can't understand why I can't avoid you wherever I go."
Actually, it wasn't entirely Xu Xiaofei's fault; this place originally had a subplot that required the main character to appear.
He was deliberately playing the villain first.
"It seems we have quite a connection!" Xu Xiaofei said. "I was just thinking about whether I would run into you."
"You want to see me this much? Why?"
Xu Xiaofei replied candidly, "I saw several patients at the clinic who seemed to have been scared insane by someone using heavy-handed methods. Even the pills I sent Elder Yang didn't work on them."
Spirit Sword Destiny scoffed, lifting his fishing rod, a large Carp flailing desperately beneath it.
"There are all sorts of strange things in this world; there are always a few people who go mad from fear. What does that have to do with me?"
He took the fish and casually tossed it into the nearby Bamboo Basket.
He then said lightly, "It seems you think that any bad deed is done by me."
"Not all of it is bad," Xu Xiaofei replied. "If those three have never done anything good and are scared out of their wits, then let them be; I won't concern myself with it."
He put away the Flying Sword, walked over to Spirit Sword Destiny, and sat down beside her.
"Whether or not you did it, I'm still quite happy to see you. Since you're free anyway, why not join me for a drink?"
As he spoke, he took out a jar of wine from his Cosmic Bag and pulled out a pair of Porcelain Cups. He removed the clay seal, filled Spirit Sword Destiny's cup, and then filled his own.
"Why don't you go back to find your Shidi for a drink instead of looking for me?" Spirit Sword Destiny asked.
"If I go back, I'll have to practice my swordsmanship," Xu Xiaofei said as he took a sip of wine, stretched his legs out, and settled into a more relaxed posture. "I'm so tired from practicing; I can't stop. Just let me stay here for a while, okay?"
There was a hint of fatigue in his darkened eyes.
Spirit Sword Destiny turned her gaze to the calm surface of the river beneath the fishing rod.
"Why do you have to work so hard?"
If he were to slack off a bit more, everyone would be less worried.
"I want to become stronger and gain power, but unfortunately... my talent isn't enough, so I have to work harder to make up for it," Xu Xiaofei said with a smile.
Halfway through, he seemed to want to touch the Jade Pendant hidden in his chest but forcibly held back. He really didn't want Spirit Sword Destiny to notice this Jade Pendant again.
He took a couple of sips by himself and called out, "Hey, are you going to drink with me? Is this fish really much better looking than I am? I'm sitting right next to you, and you're still leaving me to drink alone. Is that fair?"
Spirit Sword Destiny silently put down the fishing rod and picked up the filled wine cup.
He couldn't help but sigh, "You talk too much. Where do you get the confidence that I won't just knock you away with one punch?"
"You won't," Xu Xiaofei replied firmly. "Look, even though you're pretending not to want to, you're still holding up your wine cup, aren't you?"
The shimmering liquid in the cup reflected on his face.
A handsome and refined face. There were bloodshot veins in his eyes, yet they still resembled two shimmering lakes.
The two wine cups clinked together with a "ding."
A faint black mist silently passed from Spirit Sword Destiny's fingers into Xu Xiaofei's cup.
Unaware, he tilted his neck back and drank it all in one go.
Spirit Sword Destiny also finished the wine in his cup, staring at him without blinking.
His body began to sway, his eyelids gradually closing. He struggled for a moment but couldn't open them again. Spirit Sword Destiny took the nearly dropped wine cup from his hand and set it aside, wrapping an arm around him to support his back and gently laid him down.
Then, adjusting his hat, he continued fishing.
Before long, someone came stumbling toward the riverbank.
They looked as if they had sustained serious injuries.
Spirit Sword Destiny put down the fishing rod and stood up.
"Who is it?" the person said warily, drawing a short dagger from his waist.
He was thin and frail, with eyes that glowed a firefly-like green, and his complexion was excessively pale, as if he had not seen sunlight for years.
Spirit Sword Destiny smiled and said, "Friend Shi, have you made any profits recently?"
He was very polite and courteous.
Although the content was somewhat strange, instead of a greeting, he asked if there had been any "profits."
The thin man in black, Shizhen, immediately looked displeased upon hearing this polite remark.
"Since you know I am a Cultivator, not some big business owner, how could I have any profits to speak of?"
"Of course you do," Spirit Sword Destiny replied leisurely, "You have the wealth of the dead to claim."
His voice was originally very pleasant to hear, but Shizhen did not even listen to the end before using Spatial Technique to make a quick escape.
However, his path was blocked by the avatars created by Spirit Sword Destiny.
"I know you've recently obtained some good items," Spirit Sword Destiny said calmly. "Hand them over, and I will let you go."
This Shizhen was best at searching for hidden treasures left behind by senior experts in famous mountains and rivers. In other words, he was a tomb raider.
In the game, he was a character who could be invited to join the team later on. When he joined, he wore top-tier equipment obtained from tomb raiding.
The event that took place by the river was his first appearance.
However, what Spirit Sword Destiny needed should now be in his hands.
"I worked hard to get this, and you think you can take it all with just one word? Dream on!" Shizhen said fiercely.
He was not a generous person and was always very calculating about the treasures he obtained.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, he engaged in combat with Spirit Sword Destiny.
Shizhen's short daggers glimmered with silver light, flying up and down, dazzling to behold.
What was even more impressive was that although the daggers appeared extremely short, they had an invisible long blade of condensed spiritual energy.
Unfortunately, such tricks were nothing in front of Lin Yan Face.
With just a few casual moves, he forced Shizhen into a desperate situation.
"Wait!"
At such a moment, someone actually interrupted.
Spirit Sword Destiny frowned.
The already fallen Xu Xiaofei surprisingly got up from the ground.
"So you were prepared all along; you were just pretending to be asleep," Spirit Sword Destiny said.
"It's not that. I fainted for a while before I came to. It must have been your doing, right?" Xu Xiaofei said. "Unfortunately, I've taken quite a few pills given to me by Elder Yang recently, and by chance, it seems I've developed a constitution that doesn't react to curses."
He summoned the Flying Sword and said, "I don't know what you want, but stealing from others is always wrong. Since you've let me catch you in the act, I have to stop you!"
"Stealing?" Spirit Sword Destiny replied. "These things don't originally belong to him; he dug them up from the ground. What does it matter if I take them now?"
"That's different!" Xu Xiaofei shook his head. "Things buried underground are already unowned. Whoever obtains them owns them. Since he has acquired them, if you take them again, that is stealing."
"Alright, alright, you make a good point," Spirit Sword Destiny smiled, with a hint of wickedness but also a strong sense of justification. "I was originally going to spare his life, but since you put it this way, I’ll just have to kill him. Once he's dead, everything on him will become unowned again. At that time, if I take it, wouldn't it mean I'm not stealing?"
His offensive stance became even more fierce.
"Huh?" Xu Xiaofei was taken aback by this robber's logic. "This... this isn't the same thing at all!"
Seeing Shizhen about to collapse, he quickly manipulated the Flying Sword and joined the battle.
Xu Xiaofei's strength was evident as soon as he entered the fray; Shizhen could see that.
This newly joined teammate seemed to provide little help in the situation.
Together, they were no match for Spirit Sword Destiny.
Gritting his teeth, a palm-sized cauldron suddenly floated in front of him.
On the ancient and elegant Bronze Cauldron, a point of light grew brighter and brighter, making it hard to look directly at it.
Spirit Sword Destiny: "..."
He saw through Shizhen's intentions.
This guy actually planned to abandon the Bronze Cauldron and, at the moment of its self-destruction, activate his unique Spatial Technique to escape.
—Everything else was just a distraction; what he truly wanted was this Spirit-Subduing Cauldron!
With a thought, water transformed into a Waterfall and descended, tightly wrapping around the cauldron that was about to explode.
The cauldron shook violently in the Waterfall, its white light flickering on and off.
Shizhen seemed to have not anticipated that Spirit Sword Destiny would care so much about this cauldron. In order to suppress the cauldron's self-detonation, he appeared unable to divert his attention.
After a moment of weighing his options, he decided to flee. He still lacked the confidence to deal with Spirit Sword Destiny.
Xu Xiaofei, however, did not run away.
To avoid an out-of-control Water Dragon, he swiftly brushed past the cauldron hovering in mid-air.
He did not crash directly into it; there was still a fist's distance between him and the cauldron.
But at that moment, as if it had a mind of its own, the cauldron shrank slightly and automatically burrowed into his abdomen.
Xu Xiaofei let out a cry of agony, as if pierced by a sharp blade. His sword technique immediately faltered, and he fell from mid-air.
Spirit Sword Destiny caught him and slowly descended to the ground, gazing at the person in his arms with a face as heavy as water.
Xu Xiaofei in his embrace had already fainted from the pain.
The sound of dripping water echoed continuously in his ears.
The ground beneath him was hard and cold, making it an unsuitable place to sleep.
When Xu Xiaofei woke up and glanced around, he realized he seemed to be lying in a cave. The dim sunlight inside outlined the silhouette of a person.
The person was kneeling beside him, seemingly checking his injuries.
"Did you bring me here?" Xu Xiaofei asked. "It's impressive that you could find such a place."
There were mountains near the river, so he must be in some secret cave between the peaks.
Spirit Sword Destiny glanced at him and said, "I advise you to quickly spit out that cauldron for me."
"Spit it out?" Xu Xiaofei wanted to laugh, but when he did, pain shot through his abdomen even more intensely. "Even if I wanted to give it to you, I couldn't. If you really want it, why don't you just cut open my belly and take it out?"
He could feel that mysterious cauldron was coiled within his Dantian, siphoning his spiritual energy.
His spiritual energy seemed to reject the cauldron as well, violently crashing against its surface.
Caught in this struggle, he was certainly not feeling well himself.
He tried to ignore the pain in his body and looked into Spirit Sword Destiny's eyes.
They were beautifully shaped and very bright eyes.
He had a feeling. Whenever the owner of those eyes set a target, there would be no trace of hesitation in those eyes.
He was a decisive person.
Strange, strange...
For some reason, ever since he first saw Spirit Sword Destiny at Azure Cloud City Lord's Mansion, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with this person, always unable to resist the urge to get closer.
Even though he knew this person was from the demonic sect, approaching him was actually quite dangerous.
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare?" Spirit Sword Destiny said. "Cutting open your belly and stitching it back up is almost like delivering a baby; you won't die from it."
His originally gentle and calm voice seemed to carry a hint of anger. Perhaps it was due to the unexpected events that had occurred earlier.
"What nonsense are you talking? Or did I mishear because of the pain?" Xu Xiaofei said with a grim smile. "If you dare, then why don't you make a move?"
Spirit Sword Destiny didn't say anything further.
Xu Xiaofei looked at the hand that emerged from under his robe sleeve. The fingers were long and the nails well-groomed, looking more suited to hold a folding fan or a brush than to kill.
Yet that hand truly pierced through his abdomen, probing deeper.
Blood gushed out, instantly soaking that pale and somewhat delicate hand.
Xu Xiaofei gasped in pain.
The cauldron in his Dantian stirred his entire spiritual energy, making his body feel as if it were on fire, boiling uncontrollably.
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts...
The hand that had pierced his abdomen suddenly froze, as if Spirit Sword Destiny had realized something and was left in a daze.
This moment of hesitation fell into Xu Xiaofei's eyes, igniting the anger he had been holding back.
He was not an ignorant wooden block; he had emotions and feelings!
With a surge of strength from his weakened body, Xu Xiaofei suddenly sat up, lowered his head, and bit down on the person's neck, forcefully pushing the dazed individual down to the ground.
The person's hand was still embedded in his stomach, and this action drove it even deeper, but Xu Xiaofei did not care.
He was already in enough pain; he could endure this little bit more.
The bite was not light; he heard the person gasp in pain and angrily exclaimed, "What are you doing? Are you reincarnated from a wild boar?"
Xu Xiaofei did not respond and simply bit down harder until the taste of blood filled his mouth before finally releasing his grip. He raised his head to stare intently at the person beneath him.
His body was already hot enough, and the taste of blood made him even more excited and dizzy.
Such a familiar taste...
The blood mixed with spiritual energy felt like a trace of the aura from his memories.
The face of the person pinned beneath him gradually transformed into that of Lin Mo in a daze.
"Mo, Mo..."
He murmured softly.
"You really look like him. I always feel like you resemble him, but Mo is clearly already dead..."
"No, no," he shook his head to himself, "this face of yours is also fake. I want to see your true face."
"Do you really think you can..." Spirit Sword Destiny said coldly.
Mid-sentence, he suddenly stopped. A golden long rope coiled around him like a python, binding him tightly.
"My power is far inferior to yours," Xu Xiaofei said, "but my luck has been quite good. This Binding Celestial Rope is a treasure I obtained through a fortuitous encounter."
If Spirit Sword Destiny had been on guard, it would have been difficult for him to succeed. He took advantage of Spirit Sword Destiny's momentary distraction to use the Binding Celestial Rope, achieving success in one fell swoop.
This treasure can seal spiritual power, and even with Spirit Sword Destiny's cultivation level, once trapped, it would be very hard to escape.
He traced his fingertips across the face of the person beneath him.
He silently recited the Incantation.
Changing his face into another appearance using Illusion Technique was a basic spell.
And the True Technique specifically designed to break this spell was something he happened to have learned as well.
Incantation Halfway through the chant, the face before him had become like a Water Wave reflection, gradually becoming unclear.
This face was indeed not the true appearance.
Xu Xiaofei's fingers began to tremble.
Who on earth... who would he meet?
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