"Can you help me translate?"

“I can’t,” Ruan Xianxian said with a smile, pointing to the top of her head. “But that person can.”

The madman, recalling how he had easily killed Maurice, a powerful figure in this little girl's body, bowed down without a second thought.

His expression was determined, and his words were firm and resolute: "Please help me, senior."

Ruan Xianxian changed her tone, becoming arrogant and disdainful.

"What if the price of translation is that you, and your successors, fight for humanity to the last drop of blood?"

Without hesitation, the martial arts fanatic replied, "I can't guarantee who will succeed me, but I'm willing to."

Ruan Xianxian sighed inwardly. From the attitude of the martial arts fanatic, one could see the Xuanmen's attitude towards this batch of secret techniques.

They were simply too eager to learn about Taoist arts and cultivation!

What do immortal races and wars have to do with them? Some people only want immortality and to further increase their strength.

After swatting the madman away, Ruan Xianxian began translating.

There is only this one manual on swordsmanship, and there are no more. It doesn't matter if it is passed down. Sword cultivators who want to reach the highest level must have pure hearts.

If it falls into the hands of someone with ulterior motives, they will see it but not be able to get their hands on it.

Miyano asked her for a few pills and went out to deal with Dracula and the others.

This place is of great importance. Even if the three of them only know the facts but not the reasons behind them, the outcome for them is either death or having their memories erased by Miyano.

When Ruan Xianxian walked out of the copper house and handed the translated notebook to Wu Fengzi, she was not surprised at all to see one dead and two unconscious on the narrow path.

Dracula and the monk were unconscious.

The red-haired witch is dead!