Chapter 133 What Kind of Beasts Do They Like: After that night, within a hundred miles, monsters that liked to take advantage of the lack of restraint wreaked havoc on the village...

After that night, within a radius of a hundred miles, the monsters and evil spirits that liked to take advantage of the lack of control and wreak havoc on the villages were all warning each other.

Be careful of the red-clad swordsman. No evil spirits have mentioned the other blind cultivator, because no one who has seen her fight has any chance of survival.

The red-clad swordsman was not talkative, nor did he, like other cultivators, ever stop to listen to the grievances of the evil spirits or why they had become like this, nor did he show any pity.

He would draw his sword and kill anyone who showed up.

They wiped out all the evil spirits within a hundred miles. Those who were lucky enough to escape were either forced to live as ghosts with their tails between their legs or fled to even more distant places.

Because he moved swiftly and traveled at night, he was almost never seen by anyone, and no one knew who this highly skilled and chivalrous cultivator was.

The only ones who have ever seen her are evil spirits that are being hunted down.

However, evil spirits and cultivators do not share information, so their identities are well hidden within a certain range.

In the depths of night, a dark shadow kept fleeing through the forest, a clear killing intent always following him and enveloping him.

It's true, I've met people!

He had finally eaten and drunk his fill and was sleeping in his ghost cave when a girl in red slashed off the roof and barged in.

Before he could react, the attacker drew his sword and slashed, infuriating him. He wondered where this arrogant cultivator had come from, delivering himself right to his doorstep.

He immediately retaliated in a fit of rage, but after the fight, he realized something was amiss.

Although his cultivation level was higher than hers, if the fight continued, he would definitely die at her hands.

After throwing a few walking corpses at her to entangle her for a moment, and then throwing several layers of bewildering illusions, the evil spirits of the Ghost General realm turned and fled.

The red-clad swordsman, close behind, swung his blade, cutting through all the obstacles he had thrown, and caught up.

The sky was overcast, as if evil spirits were fleeing, and a chilling aura was rising, obscuring the bright moon.

Beneath the moon obscured by dark clouds, ghostly wails echoed, and the yin energy corroded the still-living vegetation, leaving behind a patch of charred, withered wood.

But the evil spirit saw a figure standing high in the bamboo forest, its entire weight resting on a single bamboo leaf, looking down at him from above.

Wearing a blue dress? And blindfolded?

No, the one chasing him is clearly a swordsman in red!

By the time they realized what had happened, it was too late, and they had completely lost their chance to escape.

With a single slash, it cleaved through the night, descending from the sky and splitting him in two as easily as chopping vegetables, the spiritual fire clinging to the blade burning brightly.

Before long, the evil spirits vanished into thin air.

Until his soul was completely destroyed, he still didn't understand why someone had come knocking on his door so quickly after he had only eaten one meal during his long period of seclusion.

It was already hidden properly...

Everything was over, and peace returned to the world.

The red tassel hanging from the jade unicorn's claws swung in mid-air in an arc, and the red-clad swordsman deftly tucked his longsword into its sheath at his waist.

If the evil spirit were still alive, it would see the cultivator standing on the bamboo leaf looking down at it gracefully descend, remove the white blindfold, revealing a pair of empty eyes with a small beauty mark under the eye.

Su Wenxin: "Did I win?"

Xi Congshuang: "We won. It only took half an hour, less than half an hour."

Before they arrived, they made a bet on how long it would take Su Wenxin to kill the evil spirit they were going to kill that night. Su Wenxin managed to suppress the evil spirit for less than half an hour, so Xi Congshuang could only suppress the other one.

So the result is that Su Wenxin won.

Xi Congshuang: "A bet is a bet. What kind of stake do you want?"

Su Wenxin twirled the red tassel with her fingers for a while: "I haven't decided yet. I'll tell you when I've thought it through."

Xi Congshuang naturally agreed, and suddenly felt a cool sensation on the tip of her nose, as if something icy had melted away.

Su Wenxin: "It's snowing. It's the first snow of the year. I didn't expect it to fall in the middle of the night."

Xi Congshuang: "Since it's snowing, let's not go out for a while. Let's wait until the snow stops before going out."

Snowfall reminds her of the Cliff of Contemplation, a cold night filled with howling wind and snow.

The snow was falling heavily in the Cliff of Contemplation, but the temperature there didn't seem to affect her much; she simply didn't like it.

Perhaps it's because her body temperature is inherently low. In this life in the cultivation world, although she has spiritual power protecting her, the things ingrained in her bones cannot be changed, and she still can't bring herself to like it.

Back in the courtyard, Xi Congshuang went to her room to meditate and cultivate, but her ears caught the sound of Su Wenxin walking around in the courtyard.

She knew she was boiling water for a bath, but didn't interfere.

After a while, the footsteps came from this direction. Su Wenxin's room was next to Xi Congshuang's, separated by only one wall, but after waiting for a while, she did not hear the sound of the door being pushed open next door.

She didn't go back to her room, and it's unclear what she was doing standing outside.

Just as she was thinking this, there was a knock on Xi Congshuang's door. Before she could respond, the door was pushed open, and a person dressed in a damp, sweaty state walked in.

Su Wenxin spoke quickly, her voice a little tense: "I've thought of the bet. The bet is that you dry my hair."

Xi Congshuang asked in surprise, "Drying your hair? Is that all?"

Is it possible to not mention anything else, or something more desired?

Su Wenxin felt that she didn't want anything, so she insisted on this condition.

Seeing that she insisted, Xi Congshuang adjusted her position and reached out to her from the bedside: "Then come here."

With her hair still wet, Su Wenxin sat on the footstool by the bed and felt Xi Congshuang's hand on her hair.

Scoop it up, place it on a cloth, and gently rub it.

Little by little, I wiped and straightened my wet hair as I went.

Su Wenxin lowered her eyes. At such close range, she could not only smell the unique cool fragrance on her body, but also clearly feel those slender, cool hands passing through her hair.

She felt so comfortable that she wanted to fall asleep right then and there.

As a cultivator with a fire elemental root, drying her hair after a bath was easier than breathing for Su Wenxin. However, she deliberately went to great lengths, making a bet that Xi Congshuang would dry her hair for her.

Xi Congshuang didn't feel that doing so was a waste of time and trouble, so she slowed down the drying process of her hair.

The room was warmly lit, having been turned on by Su Wenxin when she entered.

The soft light shone on her face, and perhaps it was the atmosphere of the room, but the gentle touch of her hands and head made her unconsciously close her eyes, her consciousness sinking deeper into the depths.

"Alright, your hair is all dry, go back to sleep." Xi Congshuang lowered her eyes, but the person whose head was resting on her hand did not answer.

Exhausted, she closed her eyes and dozed off in her arms, and couldn't be woken up no matter how much she was called.

They couldn't bear to actually wake the person up.

Xi Congshuang thought for a moment, then got out of bed with one hand supporting her head. Her piled-up skirt fell to the ground. She bent down, picked her up, placed her on the bed, and pulled the blanket over her.

For a fleeting moment, Xi Congshuang felt as if she had returned to the Immortal Pavilion, but this was indeed not the Immortal Pavilion.

She sat by the bedside and stayed up all night.

Snow in the water towns has a unique charm, unlike the heavy, fluffy snow in the north. It comes and goes silently, and when you open the door at dawn, there is already a layer of snow on the ground.

The New Year is just around the corner, and since she no longer needs to go out every night to train, Su Wenxin will practice her sword skills at home instead.

However, they practiced it in private.

Once, she forgot to lock the door, and a child who came to write a letter saw it and insisted on touching it. Su Wenxin had no choice but to let him touch the hilt of the knife, and asked him not to tell anyone.

The child readily agreed, then turned around and said that Sister Su's house had a very imposing big knife, taller than him and extremely heavy, which Sister Su could lift with one hand.

The children also admired the heroes who could wield swords and spears, and they all came to the door asking to see the big sword.

Hearing Su Wenxin dealing with a group of children, Xi Congshuang, fearing she might be implicated, silently got up and went back to her room.

How could Su Wenxin possibly take out her natal spiritual artifact? She could only lie and say she didn't have one; she didn't want to reveal that she possessed one.

The child who broke his promise was scorned by his playmates for lying, and they threatened to break off all ties with him.

But after a few days, the group made up again and played together every day.

Seeing the children make up as before, Su Wenxin breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting that children are naturally quick to come and go.

After the New Year, the summer heat will arrive again, and lotus flowers will bloom everywhere. After the flowers wither, boatloads of lotus roots will weigh down the pond, creating ripples.

Spring came and autumn went, and Su Wenxin's cultivation became increasingly smooth. He successfully stabilized his Golden Core stage and reached the middle stage of cultivation, only one step away from the Great Perfection.

Seventeen years old, mid-stage Golden Core stage, that feels about right, right?

Having not seen anyone her age for two years and feeling far removed from the world of cultivation, Su Wenxin was unsure of her own level.

But since Xi Congshuang always says she's good, that should satisfy her. However, the most urgent thing is to figure out what to eat today.

As the familiar sunset played in, Su Wenxin, in a playful mood, walked home along the bluestone bricks that had been laid all the way, carefully making sure her toes didn't go beyond the four sides with each step.

Upon arriving home, Su Wenxin noticed that the closed courtyard gate had been pushed open a crack.

Feng Niangzi's voice came from inside, saying that if there was a suitable match, the other party would not mind.

What's there to dislike or not dislike?

Su Wenxin had a premonition when she heard Madam Feng's voice, and her hand that was pushing the door suddenly stopped.

She didn't know why she was doing this, nor did she think that Xi Congshuang would look down on the ordinary man that Madam Feng was talking about, but she had desires.

She wanted to find out from Madam Feng what kind of person Xi Congshuang liked, and whether she still had a chance.

Her actions outpaced her awareness, causing her to miss the opportunity to interrupt.

Xi Congshuang replied, "People don't dislike me, but I do."

Madam Feng: "You're already complaining about these conditions? Then what kind do you like?"

Even the most difficult people could be brought together by Madam Feng, and they all lived happily ever after. Not wanting to be outdone, she immediately asked.

Su Wenxin, standing outside the door, felt a tightness in her chest and strained her ears to listen, afraid of hearing an answer that had nothing to do with her.

Inside the door, Xi Congshuang said, "Nothing's necessary, I like it."

Madam Feng: "Oh dear, I'm not afraid of people having demands, I'm afraid of people having no demands at all. Based on my years of experience, the less a girl talks, the more opinionated she is; the less demands she has, the more demands she actually has. She will never agree to anything that is even slightly unsatisfactory."

After taking a sip of tea, Madam Feng said, "Miss Su, your standards are too high. That's not good."

Xi Congshuang: "Why is it not good?"

Madam Feng said sincerely, "It's easy to end up with nothing."

Xi Congshuang chuckled softly upon hearing this: "If you say so, then so be it."

It's funny, she's several generations older than Madam Feng, yet she's being treated like a junior, with people earnestly advising her to find someone to rely on so that someone can take care of her.

Lady Feng lived no more than a hundred years, but she had seen too many marriages and was used to following the rules.

This is her life, and it is her freedom. Xi Congshuang will not comment on it.

Madam Feng: "See? I told you I was right."

Xi Congshuang: "Madam Feng, there's no need to say more. The person I like is the best. If I like a girl, what would Madam Feng do?"

“Miss?” Madam Feng hissed. “It’s not that there’s no way. I remember the wealthy cloth merchant in the next town has an only daughter who was raised as a boy since childhood. He doesn’t want to find a husband but wants a wife.”

Xi Congshuang: "..."

Madam Feng thought it over and over and thought it was a good idea: "I was worried about how to find a match for her, but this is such a coincidence. I can talk to her family for you and ask the rich man to adopt a child from the clan so you can meet him?"

Xi Congshuang was uncharacteristically speechless: "…………"

Madam Feng: "You look like a fairy, she will definitely agree to meet you. If you don't like her, just tell me and I'll find you someone else."

It can be seen that Madam Feng is simply overly passionate about this career and doesn't adhere to any particular rules.

Not only can they act as matchmakers, but they also take care of the mindset of the elders in the family, and they can find suitable candidates for even the most demanding requests.

Xi Congshuang admired her; no wonder she boasted every day that she was the matchmaker for most of the couples in the town.

Seeing that the topic was getting increasingly bizarre, Su Wenxin finally couldn't hold back any longer and pushed open the door with her basket.

The sound of the door opening startled the two people in the yard, who both turned to look.

Xi Congshuang was not surprised at all. She had known all along that Su Wenxin was standing outside the door. Only Madam Feng was unaware of this.

Su Wenxin pretended not to know and avoided Xi Congshuang's gaze: "Why did Madam Feng suddenly come over?"

"It's Miss Su. I'm going to tell your sister about her affair with the daughter of the cloth shop owner..." Once she saw someone coming, Madam Feng developed a habit of talking non-stop.

After seeing Su Wenxin clearly, she paused and said, "I remember Miss Su is seventeen years old, isn't she? Shouldn't she be thinking about getting married?"

Su Wenxin only came to interrupt, but little did she know she would end up getting herself into trouble.

This time, the two expressionless people said in unison, "We won't consider it."

"..."

*

The women in the courtyard, dressed in pink peach blossoms and green willows, who had been drinking tea, left first. Su Wenxin lost her appetite for cooking and put the vegetable basket on the table.

Xi Congshuang lowered her eyes and silently drank her tea.

Su Wenxin asked, "What kind of person do you like? Can you tell me who you like?"

That's how straightforward it is.

Unfortunately, he asked a question she couldn't answer at the moment; a three-hundred-year-old cultivator wouldn't do something disrespectful to his elders.

Xi Congshuang put down her teacup and looked up: "I want to eat the lotus root starch cake you make."

"..."

Su Wenxin couldn't refuse Xi Congshuang's request at all, but forcing her to answer would expose her, which made her a little conflicted.

There was another reason she was worried about—what if she didn't like her like this? Or what if she treated her like a junior and had no romantic feelings for her at all?

In the days since they got together, she has never overstepped the bounds. She has taught him everything she knows about cultivation, protected him during his training, and been considerate in everything she does. Apart from not having the title of master and disciple, she is no less than a real master.

No, even the real masters weren't as thoughtful as she was. For example, Palace Master Xi simply left the task of teaching her disciples to her eldest disciple, Lan Hui.

I'm afraid they only see themselves as juniors.

This shows that Xi Congshuang is not the kind of person who would use her status to seduce others, but she is not.

The problem is that Xi Congshuang comes from a respectable family, and her unconventional behavior does not mean she is morally corrupt.

What if they distance themselves from you after finding out?

If Xi Congshuang knew what Su Wenxin was thinking, she would probably say that it wasn't that serious.

Su Wenxin had thought it all through and felt that she should proceed slowly and steadily, and not be rash.

She didn't bring it up again, and said, "If you're not willing to tell me now, then when you meet someone you like, you can tell me, right?"

I'll break you two up.

Xi Congshuang sighed softly, "Okay."