Chapter 692, right, Miss Patchouli?

Listening to their half-hearted bickering is less satisfying than the street brawls at the village entrance.

Song Chunxue asked gently, "Should we find somewhere else to talk?"

If she were to fall from this spot, she feared that she would panic and be crushed before she could even use her sword to fly.

Master Han waved his hand, and Song Chunxue, clinging tightly to the pillar beside her, was brought back to the ground in a dizzying spin.

Although Song Chunxue suspected that the two of them were behind the drugging, she felt it was unlikely.

Even so, she had no choice but to play along.

She spent thirty taels of silver to buy a prescription from He Xiu, saying that if she persisted in taking three doses, even the most potent sleeping potion would be powerless against her.

Master Han, however, began to undermine him.

"Give me the silver, and three pills will make me immune to all poisons."

Song Chunxue deftly grabbed the silver from He Xiu's hand and handed it to Master Han.

"Where are the pills?"

“Senior brother, you…” He Xiu rolled his eyes and inhaled sharply, “Okay, okay, who says you’re my senior brother? You’re much better than me.”

Song Chunxue couldn't help but chuckle, and lowered her head to pretend she was very busy.

Master Han tossed a medicine bottle to Song Chunxue, saying, "Here are five pills for you. You can give them to Master Xie."

"..." My home?

Song Chunxue looked at He Xiu. How could this person say something funny in such a serious and harmless way?

He Xiu sighed; he had suffered greatly from this over the years.

If he hadn't known him for so many years, he would have thought that Senior Brother Han was a trio.

One was black, one was white, and the other was a large, cunning snake.

"Thank you both, I'll head back now." Now that she's awake, she wants to return to the Xie residence to await news from Xie Zheng.

"Go back where?" He Xiu asked in surprise. "Aren't you going to save Xie Zheng?"

"Save him? What happened to him?"

“He had a fight with the Emperor in court, which was considered insubordination, and he was thrown into the imperial prison,” He Xiu said in a low voice. “Later, when you follow your senior brother, if you see anyone suspicious, use the Worry-Free Sword to stab them all with holes.”

Song Chunxue nodded, "Definitely."

Sure enough, Xie Zheng was just going through the motions; he had already planned what to do.

They followed behind Master Han, and the scene around them changed in the next moment; they had entered an alleyway in the palace.

Her light steps and the sound of footsteps around her made her prick up her ears. The next moment, she saw Master Han throw out the snake bone chain and fly away in an instant.

Before Song Chunxue could even see anyone, she felt a cold wind sweep over her. Sharp golden fragments, like golden willow leaves, were wrapped in the gray-black mist, accompanied by a fierce gale.

He Xiu also rushed out, and Song Chunxue quickly defended herself with her sword. The Worry-Free Sword dazzled her eyes as it blocked the golden leaves, so fast that she couldn't see its trajectory.

In a battle between masters, every move can be fatal. If it weren't for Wuyou, she might have already been shredded into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen figures rushed over, carrying various weapons. Song Chunxue experienced what it meant to be surrounded by death.

She held her breath, gradually stopping her movements in the darkness, staring blankly as Wuyou punched holes in more than a dozen people in the blink of an eye, and then those people disappeared on the spot.

Meanwhile, Master Han and He Xiu were battling the black mist against the wind.

Just as Song Chunxue was about to help, Wuyou suddenly attacked the black mist.

"Raging Wind!"

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, unleashing a fierce burst of energy that sent everyone flying.

Song Chunxue fell to the ground and saw the darkness recede, revealing a person dressed in a purple Taoist robe standing in the dilapidated courtyard.

Although her headdress was made of emerald green jade, her overall aura couldn't compare to her master's.

The reason for the comparison is that Song Chunxue had only ever seen her master wear such purple robes, while the purple robe of the person in front of her was very similar to her master's.

Could this person be an old acquaintance of Master?

No wonder the senior brother came; he's a tough opponent.

"Raging Wind!"

The man shouted again.

Master Han sneered, "Are you perhaps possessed? Who here is called Liefeng?"

The man raised his hand, intending to use magic to grab Wuyou, but Wuyou struck him with her sword.

Song Chunxue reached out and caught him, then tucked him into the scabbard at her waist.

"court death!"

In the blink of an eye, a dart flew straight at Song Chunxue's face, but Wuyou caught it steadily and deflected it back.

"You haven't mistaken my Worry-Free for your Riftwind, have you? This belongs to Mount Xuliang; you've made a mistake." Song Chunxue glanced at her calmly. "Please don't harm people indiscriminately."

"Smack!"

A sharp whip lashed out.

“How dare a country bumpkin challenge me? She’s courting death.”

"Slap! Slap!"

The two whips left afterimages in the air and arrived at Song Chunxue's side in the blink of an eye.

Master Han extended his snake bone chain and flung her aside.

“Fellow Daoist of the Demonic Sect, since you know she hasn’t been in the Daoist sect for long, why are you being so aggressive towards a newcomer? Are you trying to bully a junior?” Master Han said with a half-smile. “You’ve really lived so many years in vain.”

Song Chunxue then got a clear look at the person's face. It was like an exquisitely painted mask, and there was something unnatural about the corners of his mouth when he spoke.

Heretical practitioners, huh? Aren't they just unreasonable old scoundrels?

People who are neither polite nor courteous should not be feared; instead, one should face them head-on.

With a clear understanding in mind, Song Chunxue remained calm and composed.

It seems that from this day forward, I will have no peace in the capital.

She has to start practicing her swordsmanship like crazy again, otherwise, if Wuyou is not careful, she might be riddled with holes.

"The sword in her hand is mine. Even if she acknowledges me as her master, I won't be polite. I'll have to kill her to cancel the contract. What I set my sights on, even if it's not mine, can only be mine." The man threw his head back and laughed loudly, the laughter becoming more and more eerie, revealing the depths of his throat.

"Huoxiang, killing her won't help. A spirit that has been nourished with essence blood only recognizes one master. Even if she reincarnates, she will find her. You'd better not waste your energy." Master Han leisurely held his whisk, standing steadily. "I advise you to get lost as soon as possible, or your fate may be terrible."

Patchouli?

"Is this person male or female?" Song Chunxue asked aloud, still thinking to herself.

"Smack!"

The two whips collided.

"Arrogant woman, you have long hair but short brains. Your pumpkin head is useless, you can pluck it off and use it as fertilizer. What part of me is like a woman?"

He was so angry that his spittle almost landed on Song Chunxue's face.

"They look quite alike. Your face is also a disguise. You're so angry that I guessed you were a woman? What if I said you were a cunning copycat? Wouldn't you be furious?"

"presumptuous!"

This time, Huo Xiang was like a lit firecracker, rushing over to grab Song Chunxue by the neck.

"Oh, you've got quite a temper. No wonder you're called a demonic cultivator. If you were a proper Daoist cultivator, you probably wouldn't even qualify as an entry-level disciple with that kind of temper. All that spittle you spew is a waste and dirty. Swallowing it would be better."

He Xiu shrank his neck.

"Grandma, don't provoke him. Your senior brother hasn't arrived yet."

Song Chunxue didn't care at all. "They're already planning to kill me. If I don't curse them a few more times while I'm still alive, wouldn't that be a waste? Right, Miss Huoxiang?"