"Uncle-Master Qingxuan, I have important matters to attend to, so we'll take our leave now." Xu Nian said goodbye and tried to leave, but Qingxuan wouldn't let her have her way.

"Junior niece, what urgent matter do you have? Tell me and see if your uncle can help." Qingxuan's overly familiar manner made Xu Nian feel exhausted.

She doesn't need help; she just doesn't want to see him.

"Yuanbao, can I just turn against him?" Xu Nian whispered to Yuanbao in her mind, pinching the tip of Yuanbao's ear in her hand.

“Okay, host, you don’t need to please him.” Yuanbao indicated that it was on Xu Nian’s side.

"Uncle Qingxuan, I have an appointment with someone, so I won't disturb you any longer," Xu Nian said aloofly.

"I see. I really can't help you, so I'll be leaving now." Qingxuan maintained his gentle smile, but his eyes slowly turned cold.

She went to keep a date, but whose date was it?

After leaving the market, Xu Nian made sure Qing Xuan wasn't following, then chose a direction and flew straight ahead.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, two Nascent Soul cultivators appeared fighting ahead.

Two figures, one in black and one in white, clashed fiercely in mid-air, the spiritual energy fluctuations generated by their magical powers destroying everything around them.

"Fellow Daoist, please help me! This person is a demonic cultivator!" the white-robed man pleaded with Xu Nian for help.

"Hmph! Ye Fuchen, you actually asked a woman for help, how shameful." The man in black's eyes flashed, and he swung his sword even faster.

If this female cultivator comes to his aid, he will have no choice but to give up this opportunity and escape.

Ye Fuchen tried his best to dodge, but he still inevitably got slashed on the shoulder, the wound so deep that the bone was visible.

Ignoring his wounds, he used the jade flute in his hand to block the opponent's downward slash.

Seeing that Xu Nian remained unmoved, he continued, "Fellow Daoist, he is indeed a demonic cultivator. His full name is Du Hei. He just slaughtered an entire village of mortals to refine magical artifacts. The newborn children in that village all suffered at his hands. Such a demonic cultivator should be executed."

Upon hearing this, Xu Nian's expression finally changed, and she immediately asked Yuanbao to check if what Ye Fuchen said was true.

“Host, what he said is true. That guy named Du Hei is indeed a demonic cultivator, and he did indeed massacre the village.” Yuanbao said “yes” twice in a row, his pig face scrunched up.

"Yuanbao, hold on tight to my clothes, I'm about to fight." Xu Nian wasn't exactly a righteous person.

But to massacre a village and not even spare the children, is that something a human being could do?

Since he wasn't human, she decided to be ruthless towards him.

He summoned an oil-paper umbrella, and with his divine sense, guided it to pierce the demonic cultivator Du Hei's back.

Du Hei drew his sword to block Xu Nian's oil-paper umbrella and said coldly, "You stinking woman, you like to meddle in other people's business. I'll chop off your hands and feet later."

"Then let's see who chops whom first?" Xu Nian didn't waste any more words, controlling the oil-paper umbrella to thrust, slash, sweep, and chop in succession.

The oil-paper umbrella appeared and disappeared unpredictably, and Du Hei also had to be wary of Ye Fuchen, which kept him in a flurry of activity.

With a "plop," Du Hei's thigh was stabbed from behind by the oil-paper umbrella.

He immediately retreated after getting the oiled paper umbrella, but as Du Hei subconsciously checked his wound, a vertical slash came straight at him.

Overwhelmed by a sense of mortal danger, Du Hei raised his knife-wielding hand, barely managing to block the tip of the oil-paper umbrella, but a trickle of blood still flowed from his head.

Xu Nian narrowed her eyes and flashed, appearing where the oil-paper umbrella was. She grabbed the umbrella, flicked it down, and then flicked it up.

Du Hei was horrified. In this life-or-death crisis, he decisively abandoned his plan to kill and silence the witnesses, and instead used Blood Escape to escape.

"Trying to escape." Xu Nian looked at Du Hei, who had turned into a bloody light, and her oil-paper umbrella flew out, suddenly opening and enlarging in front of the fleeing bloody light.

With a "thud," the blood-red light struck the oil-paper umbrella, slowing down Du Hei's escape. Without hesitation, Du Hei immediately changed direction and fled.

Ye Fuchen, who had been preparing in secret, made his move at this moment, waving his jade flute to deflect the bloody light back.

With a "plop," a flash of blood pierced the tip of the umbrella.

As the light dissipated, Du Hei looked down at the tip of the umbrella that had pierced through his chest, his face filled with a chilling expression.

He actually lost to a woman today; it's a complete disgrace.

"I'll remember you." Du Hei's cold eyes fell on Xu Nian, and a tiny figure the size of a palm emerged from his dantian.

"Stop." Ye Fuchen had been waiting for Du Hei to abandon his physical body and escape using his nascent soul!

Having anticipated this, he activated the Soul-Absorbing Bell, a magical artifact, as soon as he saw Du Hei's nascent soul emerge.

The fragile nascent soul, without the protection of a physical body, exploded with a "bang" as soon as it entered the Soul-Absorbing Bell.

After dealing with the demonic cultivator Du Hei, Ye Fuchen took out a healing pill from his storage bag and swallowed it. He flew to Xu Nian and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist."

"It was nothing, not worth mentioning." Xu Nian glanced casually at Ye Fuchen.

She was stunned at that one glance.

"Have we met somewhere before?" Xu Nian felt embarrassed as soon as she said it; it sounded like she was trying to pick someone up.

"I have never seen you before. Fellow Daoist is so outstanding. If I had met you, I would have remembered you." Ye Fuchen said with a gentle smile.

Bathed in sunlight, his smile softened his entire demeanor.

It felt so familiar, yet Xu Nian couldn't recall where she had seen it before.

Looking at Ye Fuchen, I felt both sad and happy; it was a strange feeling.

Yuanbao understood why Xu Nian felt this way, because Ye Fuchen looked exactly like Lu Chen in its memory.

But Yuanbao knew that this person had nothing to do with Lu Chen. Apart from his face, he was not Lu Chen at all.

But Yuanbao dared not say it, because it would be troublesome if Xu Nian remembered it.

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