The swordsman uses his left hand, but there are no calluses on his thumb from years of sword use. Moreover, after practicing his swordplay, he simply throws the sword aside, which is not something someone who is obsessed with swords would do.

"Please don't be so formal."

The Sword Saint smiled slightly and gestured for everyone to start eating.

Inside a small room on the outskirts of the Bamboo Garden.

The fresh hay from the cattle and horses was a huge temptation for the rabbit. She held up the hay to lure it, commanding it like a monkey, "Stand up, rabbit, stand up!"

"Put your hands together in a gesture of 'Gong Xi Fa Cai' (Wishing you prosperity), like this."

Because of the feed, the snow hare was particularly cooperative.

Seeing that it had successfully completed a set of actions, Jia Xitong patted its head and then gave it a handful of hay.

"Well done, perform like this for your master from now on."

The snow rabbit starts eating the fresh grass like crazy, and won't pay any attention to her until it's all gone.

However, just before the hay was eaten up, the snow rabbit suddenly twitched its nose, squeaked twice, and then its body stiffened and fell backward.

Dead?!

Looking at the fodder in her hand, Jia Xitong thought, "Aren't the cows and horses at home still doing just fine?"

She rushed outside to look for someone, but just as she reached the door, she heard a discussion outside.

"The incense has been burning for so long, both magical beasts should be down by now, right?"

It was the voice of the boy who had brought her and the snow rabbit in: "The amount of sleeping potion is enough for two cows."

"There's no sound inside, so it should be okay."

Another older boy's voice rang out, "Quickly get them out. After the adults clear out the people inside, send the two magical beasts back together."

What?

After listening, Jia Xitong glanced around the room and noticed the incense burner burning in the center.

If she had a sense of smell, she would have smelled the cloyingly sweet fragrance long ago.

The snow rabbit smelled it as soon as it entered the house. The strange smell made it very uneasy, which is why it went berserk.

Who knew that it was comforted by Jia Xitong's feed and managed to hold on until now.

Fortunately, she was a puppet.

A sleeping potion can kill two cows, but it can't take down a raccoon.

There's a problem here; she needs to find Shang Yanting!

The sound of a lock being opened came from outside. The moment the door opened, Jia Xitong's soul left the raccoon and returned to Shang Yanting's consciousness.

The gaze immediately shifted to 360 degrees upon returning to the sea of ​​consciousness.

In sight, Shang Yanting was being forced to drink, and four other people at the table had pale, ashen faces.

"Host, please don't drink it! There's something wrong with it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, blood began to flow from the eyes, nose, and ears of one of the martial artists, and the same thing happened to the other three.

"vomit!"

The female martial artist even vomited a pool of blood.

Shang Yanting frowned deeply and overturned the table. "Stop eating! There's something wrong with this food!"

What?

The four martial arts practitioners, whose faces were extremely pale, stared wide-eyed!

The "Sword Saint" sitting in the main seat revealed a cruel smile, "He actually found out so quickly."

The Sword Saint was none other than Shang Mingyi in disguise.

Although the academy has cut off most of the merchants' influence, it still retains some informants.

It's no secret that Yan Qing hasn't found a suitable movement technique; a little inquiry would reveal that today's "Sword Saint" was part of his scheme.

Drinking tea outside, along with the accompanying alcoholic beverages, can cause severe damage to one's meridians and gradually weaken one's foundation.

This was a top-grade poison that he had gone to great lengths to obtain, and he used up the last bit of it here.

Unfortunately, the passerby drank it, but he didn't.

But that doesn't matter. We must kill Yan Qing soon. How could he not have a backup plan?

Instantly, the other five martial artists who were not poisoned drew their weapons and attacked Shang Yanting and the poisoned martial artists!

The other five visitors were actually five elders of the merchant in disguise. With a little trickery, the elders and Yan Qing were guaranteed to draw the red-bottomed teacup, and then four unlucky people were randomly selected.

At this moment, the poison took effect, and the four of them were completely powerless to fight back. Even with Shang Yanting added to the mix, they could only be slaughtered at their mercy.

"Host, wait a minute, I'm coming to save you right away!"

Seeing that things were going wrong, Jia Xitong quickly made a plan. She needed to immediately return to the raccoon farm and come back to help!

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"The carriage is waiting outside, hurry up!"

The two children each carried a magical beast, moving with great speed.

After returning, Jia Xitong found herself being held tightly in her arms, so she pretended to be asleep.

Suddenly she felt herself being placed on a wooden board.

Right now, raccoon, charge!

Without any struggle, Jia Xitong leaped up and rushed out like a bolt of lightning.

"They've run away! Hurry up and chase them!"

The boy who was about to put her in the cage shouted from behind and chased after her.

She pulled out two lightning talismans and threw them behind her. With a graceful drift at the corner, she rushed directly to the door that Shang Yanting had just entered through in the Bamboo Garden.

The gate was tightly closed.

Another explosive talisman was applied, and the door was blown open.

In just half an incense stick's time,

When Jia Xitong arrived, a long sword pierced the woman's heart, and the last real visitor also died.

Shang Yanting is now surrounded and attacked from all sides by six people.

Just then, a loud bang echoed in the sky, and the little raccoon made a dazzling appearance. Jia Xitong unleashed nine explosive talismans in one go, the force of the explosions blowing the roof off.

However, the group was prepared, and they simultaneously gathered their spiritual energy to resist the power of the explosion.

Despite such immense power, not a single one was killed. The instant the spiritual energy overflowed, it was revealed that all six possessed the cultivation level of Martial Spirit.

A Martial Spirit is a whole realm higher than a Martial Master, and by six realms at that.

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