Chapter 1270 A Willow Tree Spirit

The figure froze in place, the black phantom taking on a physical form.

With no one around, Song Chunxue revealed herself and walked up to her. She saw a masked man in black staring at her, slightly out of breath.

Those eyes were different from ordinary people's; they were very light and pale in color.

"Is he a heretical cultivator?"

"No, I just wanted to test your abilities. I am Willow Tree from Taiping Township in the south. I heard there is a powerful mortal cultivator here, so I came to see for myself."

Song Chunxue had two chess pieces in her hand, one black and one white. The warm, lustrous jade pieces looked even better in the sunlight.

She toyed with the chess pieces, casually looked up and smiled, "Testing me is like throwing darts at me. I think you're here to kill me. You make it sound so nice, but do you have any other accomplices?"

The willow tree spirit remained silent.

"Speak," Wuyou leaned closer to the willow tree demon. "With only five hundred years of cultivation, you think you can be so arrogant? Do you want to taste the power of your grandpa?"

He remained silent, his neck stiff, seemingly plotting his escape.

Song Chunxue wasn't in a hurry and waited with Wuyou for his next move.

Sure enough, he suddenly dove into the ground and quickly fled towards the north hillside!

"call out!"

Wuyou thrust directly at him, piercing his ankle precisely.

The next moment, the man in black crawled out of the ground, clutching his ankle in pain and rolling around in agony.

"I already told you, you can't outrun me, so why don't you confess?" Wuyou scurried back and forth, showing off his speed. "Look at you, with your amateurish skills, do you think you can outrun this old man?"

Song Chunxue walked up to him, casually tossed down eight chess pieces, and the next moment, he was put into a simple cage.

He was terrified, his horrified gaze fixed on Song Chunxue.

"You've already formed your core? How is that possible? It's only been ten years!"

Song Chunxue flipped her palm, and the cage made of eight chess pieces in front of her also flipped.

“Yes, I don’t believe I’ve achieved this in ten years either, but you’re too naive. You didn’t even bother to find out who’s with me. If I don’t train harder, they’ll leave me.” Song Chunxue smiled brightly. “I can’t let others down.”

Wuyou clicked her tongue twice, "You're just bragging. Look at how capable you are. Let's be more modest. There are many people in this world who are exceptionally talented and can achieve... well, those who cultivate in their teens are extremely rare. It takes a hundred years for one to reach the Golden Core stage."

Song Chunxue smiled and looked down, "Then I'm pretty amazing, right?"

"Sort of, but don't be arrogant. You're not young anymore, and there are plenty of people your age who have achieved great success."

Song Chunxue laughed out loud, "How afraid are you of me becoming arrogant and complacent?"

Wuyou said irritably, "Since your Daoist partner has flown away, then you should focus on your cultivation and stop embarrassing me."

The people in the four-sided cage struggled desperately, crying, "Let me go!"

Song Chunxue turned her wrist, watching the cage tumble, and asked casually, "Tell me, do you have any companions? Why did you hurt me? Were you acting on someone's orders? Are there any bandits around here?"

"Ugh~ I'll talk, I'll talk, you got shaken." The man began to beg for mercy, "I'll confess everything, my legs are going to be ruined."

Song Chunxue raised her hand and collected the eight chess pieces back into her palm, instantly storing them in her storage ring.

The man on the ground stared blankly at her movements, moved his lips as if he wanted to say something but swallowed it back, turning his face away to hide his inferiority.

No one could understand Song Chunxue's joy. She loved these chess pieces so much; they were the most handy weapons she had ever seen. If she had a few more months, she could come up with even more creative ways to play them.

She loved her hands; no longer did she spend her days digging weeds and pulling grains for cooking, but instead she could freely control such a wonderful thing.

"Speak," Song Chunxue said, stepping aside with one foot, as if to listen to his instructions.

“A very powerful senior instructed us to keep an eye on you. They didn’t want us to alert them, but I took a liking to the weapon in your hand and became greedy, wanting to take it for myself. That’s why I offended you and made a move.”

Song Chunxue stopped what she was doing. "Who is that senior? What is his name? Is he human, demon, or ghost?"

“I don’t know,” the willow tree spirit said, sitting on the ground and scratching his hair in dejection. “That person is elusive and his strength should be above yours. We never saw his true face and we don’t know what he is. He just gave us some reward and left.”

Who's so curious about her?

The fact that people are staring at her suggests that they've taken a liking to something about her—her life or her body.

Could it be another heartless person trying to use her for alchemy?

Then she can't slack off in her cultivation; she not only needs to fast, but she also needs to be even more diligent.

In the days that followed, she wouldn't leave the yard, not even a stubborn mule.

"Anything else?" Song Chunxue pointed at him with Wuyou. "That's all? What else do you want to do?"

She wasn't going to let him off easily. "Take us to see your place. Don't try to back out. You've messed with me, and you won't be so easily fooled. If you don't explain yourself clearly, I will definitely not let this go."

As she spoke, she wrapped the peach branch from her wrist around his ankle, and he curled up in pain.

"It's gone, really gone. We're not watching you every day, we'll just come every seven days from now on, this is the first time."

"On what day did you meet the person who instructed you?"