In Demon Sword City, snowflakes fluttered down.
The inner disciples wandering around in white robes were unaware that the mysterious killer who had once caused a bloodbath in Yunxiao City was now targeting them. (TLN: Chapter 35)
anwhile, in the secret realm, Li Muyang, who everyone believed to be dead, had just finished eating roasted bamboo shoots and lay down.
“Goodnight, Elder Yan,” he said, settling in for sleep after a satisfying al.
This was his temporary dwelling in the bamboo forest, with a large rock above his head that provided shelter from the wind and rain.
The fire crackled, emitting a warm aura.
Although Li Muyang’s physique, even at the Ninth Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, ant he wouldn’t freeze to death in the snow even if his cultivation was stripped away, having a fire to warm himself was still very pleasant.
Across from Li Muyang, the woman who had also enjoyed the roasted bamboo shoots but seed to want more furrowed her brows.
Yan Xiaoru looked at the outer disciple who was so carefree and unrestrained in front of her, seemingly wanting to say sothing.
But in the end, she just put down the bamboo skewer and gave a light, expressionless “hmm.”
Their first normal conversation in the secret realm ended in such a manner.
Li Muyang’s life returned to its regular routine: playing gas every day, practicing the Startling Swan Sword Mantra, eating bamboo shoots, playing more gas, and then sleeping.
There wasn’t much food in the secret realm, but the bamboo shoots from the forest tasted the best.
Li Muyang’s main food was mostly roasted bamboo shoots.
It was a pity there were no animals in the secret realm. Otherwise, with such a large bamboo forest, catching a few bamboo rats for so at would have been great.
After her failed suicide attempt on New Year’s Eve, Yan Xiaoru hadn’t tried to take her life again.
She returned to the grassy area outside the bamboo forest, sitting ten steps away from Fairy Yu’s grave every day, attempting to ta the Startling Swan Immortal Sword, although such attempts were destined to be fruitless.
However, whenever smoke rose from the bamboo forest at alti, Yan Xiaoru would co uninvited, unabashedly helping herself to the roasted bamboo shoots.
These bamboo shoots nourished by spiritual energy indeed tasted good.
Li Muyang noticed that aside from eating these bamboo shoots, Yan Xiaoru didn’t eat anything else.
Apparently, she had finished all the snacks and pastries in her Qiankun Ring…
Tsk… Could it be that this woman decided to commit suicide only after finishing all her snacks?
Li Muyang found the thought quite funny.
Who would have thought that Elder Yan of the Demon Refining Sect, so cold and aloof on the outside, was actually a complete foodie in private?
Fortunately, the bamboo shoots in the forest were plentiful, and Li Muyang roasted a large amount every day to feed Yan Xiaoru, hoping that this woman wouldn’t be in a hurry to die.
……
Ti passed day by day, and Li Muyang’s mastery of the Startling Swan Sword Mantra grew more proficient.
His relationship with Yan Xiaoru seed to grow closer through their shared als.
Perhaps influenced by Li Muyang’s unrestrained behavior, Yan Xiaoru gradually let go of her Demonic Sect elder’s deanor when facing him.
Their conversations beca more relaxed and casual.
She was still reserved and aloof, but that was just the nature of this woman.
As they sat around the fire roasting bamboo shoots, Yan Xiaoru gradually began to initiate conversations about topics related to food.
She talked about the pastries of Yunxiao City, the grilled fish of Haiyan City, the oranges of Qingyan Ridge, the roasted lamb of Wushi Mountain…
When it ca to food, Yan Xiaoru was like an encyclopedia.
The toxins in her body grew more severe, but she talked more and more with Li Muyang each day.
When her complexion often turned dark purple and her breath beca exceedingly weak, she suddenly started to talk about her past, her hotown, her parents, and her forr master.
Only then did Li Muyang learn that this cold and aloof Elder Yan was actually only 29 years old.
As a young prodigy at the Divine Travel realm, her future was boundless.
Yet, the 29-year-old genius Yan Xiaoru now seed close to death.
The toxins had spread throughout her body, deep into her bones.
Her complexion often turned dark purple and green, her veins beca a strange pale black, and her palms were filled with thick black qi.
Her conversations beca more frequent, and her symptoms more severe.
In the end, she didn’t even leave the bamboo forest.
Even when Li Muyang pretended to sleep or play gas, the woman would sit not far from him, rambling on incoherently.
So of it was about her past life experiences, so about her cultivation insights, and she even intermittently shared so of her past thoughts.
These secrets that should not have been easily disclosed were all told to Li Muyang without reservation.
But Li Muyang, busy with his gas, mostly had to pretend to sleep and ignore what she said.
As Yan Xiaoru’s condition worsened, Li Muyang couldn’t help but beco anxious.
The woman was already showing signs of confusion.
If this continued, she might really die in the secret realm.
Li Muyang beca even more eager to practice the Sword Control Heart Mantra in the ga, relentlessly slaying monsters while carrying the head of the Shape-Shifter Master.
His aptitude was too ordinary; to master a top heart-controlling technique like the Sword Control Heart Mantra, even with the help of the system, he had to work extrely hard.
At this ti, Li Muyang dared not slack off in the slightest.
He poured all his ti into the ga, even reducing the ti he spent eating and sleeping to try and accelerate his cultivation progress.
As Li Muyang cut down on al tis and rest, his conversations and interactions with Yan Xiaoru also beca increasingly scarce.
This wasn’t a problem, after all, although the two were in the sa secret realm, the gap in their status was too great.
One was an elder of the Demonic Sect, the other an Outer Sect nobody.
Although they could converse due to the crisis, a nobody is still a nobody and shouldn’t get carried away.
Li Muyang always had a clear understanding of his own status.
He didn’t want to get too arrogant now and face Yan Xiaoru’s reckoning later.
However, this neglect seed to make the woman, whose life was hanging by a thread, grow more and more despondent.
Finally, one night, as usual, Li Muyang quickly finished his portion of roasted bamboo shoots and lay down, pretending to sleep.
It was then that the woman, who had been silent for a long ti by the fire, suddenly spoke up.
“Li Muyang…”
Her voice was weak, but her tone was as cold as ever.
Yet, she unusually called Li Muyang by his na, her gaze quietly fixed on him.
Seeing Li Muyang open his eyes and sit up, the woman looked into his eyes and asked seriously, word by word, “Have you grown tired of ?”
Her voice was feeble and powerless, but she asked very earnestly. Li Muyang was stunned for a mont, blinking and saying, “Huh?”
What the heck… Where did this co from?
Li Muyang was completely dumbfounded.
But the woman by the fire looked at him, quietly and deliberately saying, “From now on, I won’t waste words. I want to impart to you the ‘Netherworld Demon Technique’ that I have cultivated. Are you willing to learn it?”
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