Chapter 67 Chapter 67 "It's become a habit for you to protect everyone...

"I am here."

Xuan Yi's voice penetrated the thick fog and soothed Bi Qing's anxious heart.

Hearing Xuan Yi's steady voice, Biqing's heart did not relax, but became even more nervous.

She followed the direction of Xuan Yi's voice and approached carefully.

He took one step at a time, cautiously and carefully, until a gray figure appeared before his eyes.

"You scared me to death!"

Xuan Yi's sudden appearance startled Bi Qing.

She looked carefully, confirming that Xuan Yi was uninjured, and breathed a sigh of relief. "Just now, I was attacked by the moss on the ground. When I pierced the moss, I thought I had pierced flesh! Luckily, it was just mud..."

"That thing is too strange."

The veins in Xuan Yi's hand bulged as he gripped the longsword. "Be careful not to bump into the tree next to you."

The long sword was embedded in the tree trunk, so Xuan Yi naturally had to pull it out.

The moment he pulled back the sword, he felt as if there was a force in the tree trunk, tightly holding the sword body, as if intending to swallow the sword.

In the past, Xuan Yi wouldn't care about a sword that was not easy to use.

The current situation does not allow him to give up his only weapon for self-defense.

Xuan Yi first loosened his grip and placed his foot on the hilt of the sword. As the sword detached from the tree trunk, he leaped forward to catch it.

Xuan Yi faintly heard some noise coming from Biqing's direction and rushed to look for Biqing immediately.

But Biqing had already left the place after dodging the attack of "Moss", so Xuanyi followed the demonic power to look for Biqing.

Fortunately, the two were not far from each other, and Biqing happened to call him, and the two met again.

The two stayed there for a while, and the "moss" seemed to have evaporated, and there was no movement for a long time.

Not only that, the moss mixed with the soil did not attack the two of them again.

There was no strange movement, so Biqing and Xuanyi did not stay any longer and went deeper into the Ten Thousand Mountains with great caution.

The booklet only records that the artifact used for purification is an object that gathers the essence of the sun and the moon.

Such vague words left Biqing confused, and Xuanyi even more confused.

There are so many things that embody the essence of the sun and the moon, and the two of them really have no idea what the true appearance of the artifact is.

Biqing and Xuanyi silently headed towards the depths of the Shiwan Mountains. Before they knew it, their shoes were covered in mud.

The fog was thick and soon wet the hair of both of them.

The hair at Xuan Yi's temples stuck to his cheeks, and the hair on Bi Qing's forehead was wet into several strands, as if it had been drenched in a light drizzle.

Biqing raised her sleeves and wiped the mist from her cheeks.

Xuan Yi was accustomed to such a harsh environment. Even if his clothes were sticky, he could completely ignore it and pretend nothing happened.

Biqing admired Xuan Yi's ability to adapt, but then she thought: This was all the hardship Xuan Yi had endured in the demon world.

Biqing's heart tightened: once the demon world's water supply problem was completely resolved and life was stable, she hoped Xuanyi would treat him better.

If possible, Bi Qing really hoped that she could be by Xuan Yi's side, watching him gradually change his self-deprecating behavior.

Thinking of this, Biqing's cheeks turned red: What am I thinking about?

By then, there would naturally be women from the demon tribe guarding Xuan Yi. There would be no need for someone like me who couldn't use spiritual power and needed his protection.

Biqing's thoughts were in a mess and she didn't notice the moss under her feet. In addition, the ground was slippery, and she slipped and almost fell in the mud.

Xuan Yi silently held Bi Qing's hand and said, "I can't walk steadily on my own. Please hold me up so I don't fall."

Seeing Bi Qing's absent-minded look, Xuan Yi asked, "What are you thinking about?"

“No, nothing…”

Bi Qing changed the subject and said, "You really fell, but we both suffered together."

She only reached Xuan Yi's shoulders. If Xuan Yi really slipped and fell into the mud, they would both be covered in mud.

Biqing was not afraid of how embarrassed she would be.

After I fell into the demon world, my clothes were like rags. Wasn't it more miserable than it is now?

But she had no idea what Xuan Yi was thinking.

Bi Qing raised her head, looked at Xuan Yi beside her, and asked, "If you were to transform back into your true form, you should be able to stand more steadily than you do now."

Four legs are definitely more stable than two legs, right?

Xuan Yi paused while holding Biqing's hand, and then met her eyes. "When Jiu was on four legs, he wasn't much more stable than on two."

"Yeah?"

Biqing followed Xuanyi's footsteps, walking slowly and steadily, thinking seriously, "I don't think I've ever seen Jiu fall."

The two of them chatted with each other, looking like they came to the Shiwan Mountains to relax.

Xuan Yi stepped over a dead tree that blocked his way.

Biqing followed closely behind, but even with Xuanyi's support, she still stepped on a patch of moss when she stepped over the dead tree.

Biqing slipped and fell backward. If Xuan Yi hadn't pulled her back, she would have sat down on the mossy, dead tree.

Bi Qing looked at the patch of moss at the bottom of her feet and asked, "Xuan Yi, didn't you step on it just now?"

Xuan Yi shook his head: "Maybe when I stepped over just now, my sleeve accidentally brushed against the tree trunk and brought it down."

Biqing glanced at the large patch of moss attached to the tree trunk, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

A force neither light nor heavy came from her hand. Biqing looked at Xuan Yi, and in just a moment, she understood what Xuan Yi meant.

That thing still follows them.

The moss under his feet was not what Xuan Yi said, but something he had accidentally touched.

Biqing nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, and continued to move forward with Xuan Yi.

There were more and more trees lying in all directions in the mountains, and the vines hanging on them were like door curtains, blocking Biqing and Xuanyi's sight.

Xuan Yi raised his sword and slashed through the vines blocking their way, clearing a path for the two of them.

Biqing followed behind Xuan Yi, listening carefully to the noises behind him, just in case.

The two walked for two hours, but the fog in front of them not only did not dissipate, but became thicker.

Biqing looked up at the direction where the sun was rising and sighed to herself.

If there were sunlight coming in or a strong wind blowing, wouldn’t we worry about the thick fog in front of us dissipating?

Just as she was thinking about it, a piece of moss covered in mud flew straight towards her from Biqing's right.

Biqing heard the noise, and Xuanyi was even faster than her, swinging his sword and cutting the moss in two.

The moss fell to the ground with a thud, breaking into two puddles of mud.

"Playing tricks."

Xuan Yi snorted coldly and stood in front of Biqing to prevent her from being attacked again.

Countless mosses flew from all directions. Biqing clenched the sword in her hand, but a barrier appeared in front of her.

"Look at what tricks this thing has."

Xuan Yi said, "The barrier won't consume much of my demonic power."

"I won't blame you..."

Biqing dissipated the spiritual power gathered in her palm and whispered, "I actually wanted to open the barrier too."

Who knew Xuan Yi was actually one step ahead of him.

Xuan Yi smiled faintly: "It's just a small matter, why bother to argue."

The barrier was mostly covered by flying moss and dirt, blocking Xuan Yi and Bi Qing's vision.

Biqing looked through the remaining gap to find the person who controlled the soil.

Faintly, she saw fist-sized lumps of dirt floating and gathering together in the mist.

Biqing tugged at Xuanyi's sleeve and said, "Look!"

Xuan Yi looked in the direction Bi Qing pointed and said, "Wait for me inside the barrier."

Just as Xuan Yi was about to take a step forward, he felt a strong tug on his sleeve, nearly pulling his clothes off.

"Let's go together!"

Biqing clung to Xuan Yi's sleeves tightly with both hands, afraid that he would abandon her. "Don't leave me here alone! You said those trees are dangerous! I don't want you to be alone!"

Xuan Yi patted Bi Qing's hand and said, "The gathered dirt is only the size of a palm. With such weak power, I think that thing's cultivation is still shallow."

Bi Qing said: "Even so, I will not let you face danger alone."

Xuan Yi looked at the stubborn gaze of the man before him and said gently, "It's better for you to wait for me in the barrier than for both of us to meet with an unexpected disaster."

Bi Qing wouldn't listen to Xuan Yi. She released a bit of spiritual energy from her fingertips, restraining Xuan Yi's body. "It's just that protecting everyone has become so accustomed to you that you subconsciously feel that I need your protection too."

Xuan Yi sensed something strange, and when he realized it, his body was tightly bound by the green spiritual power and he could not move.

Xuan Yi was startled and asked, "Biqing! What are you doing?!"

"This is the human world. My spiritual power is at my disposal."

Biqing gripped the sword tightly in her hand and stepped out of the barrier firmly: "I'll go take a look and be back soon."

"Biqing!"

Xuan Yi looked at the barrier, which was covered with mud, and retreated, saying, "If you let me go, I won't stop you. Let's go together."

Biqing's raised foot froze in place for a moment before landing on the edge of the barrier.

She turned around, snorted, and withdrew the spiritual power that bound Xuan Yi, tacitly allowing him to follow her.

Xuan Yi put away the barrier and moved forward with Bi Qing.

The two of them saw it clearly: a ball of mud was controlled by something and gathered in the air.

When the lump of mud discovered that Biqing and Xuanyi had so blatantly stepped out of the barrier, it froze in mid-air for a moment, then seemed to realize something and attacked the two men directly in the face.

Biqing and Xuanyi came prepared and chopped off the flying mud with a wave of their hands.

Thick fog was rising, and the two men tacitly stood with their backs to each other, resisting the next attack.

Biqing felt a strange touch on the back of her feet and lowered her eyes: a vine silently spread to the soles of her feet and climbed up her back of her feet.

With a flash of cold light, Biqing cut the vine, splitting it into two.

The vine shook, and the part connected to the trunk shrank back into the fog like a loach.

The remaining part lay at Biqing's feet, twitched twice, and then merged with the soil.

The strange appearance of the vines made Biqing extremely alert. She silently sent a little spiritual power to the two people's feet to prevent strange things from emerging from the ground.

The sound of soil flying in the air rang in my ears again.

At first, Biqing and Xuanyi resisted, but gradually, they discovered that although the mud came from all directions, the frequency of the intervals was more like the noise made by a person hurriedly changing positions.

It looks like someone is deliberately causing trouble.

Biqing thought it was the vines from earlier, so she said to Xuanyi, "I remember when we got here, there were vines all around. Let's try cutting those down; maybe they'll help."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Yi immediately followed Bi Qing's instructions and used the thick fog to cut off the vines behind it with one sword.

Biqing was not willing to be outdone. She tiptoed, stepped on the mud that was attacking her, and used the force to rush towards the vines in front of her.

A dot of green was hidden in the thick fog, and wherever it passed, all the vines were broken.

Bi Qingluo returned to her original place and reunited with Xuan Yi. The two listened carefully to every move behind the thick fog.

“Woo…”

The crying of a child rang out in the thick fog, echoing again and again in the empty forest, from far to near, from near to far, and lingering for a long time.

Xuan Yi frowned and looked solemn when he heard the crying.

Biqing's hair stood on end, her scalp tingled, and cold sweat instantly soaked her shirt.

"Xuan Yi, did you... hear that?"

Biqing swallowed, seemingly questioning Xuanyi, but in reality, she was just hoping she was hallucinating.

Xuan Yi hummed, then said, "He sounds about seven or eight years old. Whatever it is, if I find him, I'll definitely give him a good beating."

The thick fog dissipated slightly, and Biqing and Xuanyi's vision recovered a little.

Bi Qing asked curiously, "After you finished talking about dealing with him, the fog in front of you receded a lot."

She paused, then asked in disbelief, "Could the child's crying just now have come from this mist?"