Chapter 6 Poisoning "Xie Wuyang, what are you afraid of?" ...
Noticing the woman's abnormality, Xie Wuyang asked knowingly, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
The woman shuddered, as if she had suddenly come to her senses. She shook her head and said, "Nothing. I just suddenly remembered the appearance of that monster. It was a bit creepy, and I was a little scared."
The woman walked straight forward and closed the door, and the light in the room suddenly became dim.
Xie Wuyang tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes half-smiling but with a look of scrutiny and arrogance, as if he was watching an ant jumping in front of him.
It was not until he noticed a gaze from above his head, with a strong sense of scrutiny, that Xie Wuyang restrained himself.
After closing the door, the light in the room suddenly dimmed.
The woman's figure was half hidden in the darkness, her hands and feet were blurry and she walked a little stiffly. Xie Wuyang couldn't see her expression clearly. He narrowed his eyes and called out tentatively, "Auntie, why are you closing the door and lighting the candle?"
"You don't know, Immortal Master. Although that monster only appears at night, it is extremely fond of cultivators' spiritual power. Several Immortal Masters have been attacked in the daytime before. Although the Immortal Master has excellent cultivation, he doesn't know the monster's appearance and is afraid of disturbing the Immortal Master..."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman suddenly returned to normal, walked around the two of them and lit a candle on the table.
The warm yellow candlelight illuminated a small area of the world, and the furnishings in the house were vaguely visible.
Two figures fell to the ground, swaying with the candlelight, staring at the empty feet of the woman. Xie Wuyang seemed to be lost in thought. In the darkness, he no longer restrained himself and asked with a half-smile, "Is that really the case?"
The woman replied, "Of course."
Suddenly, Xie Wuyang felt like teasing. He looked at the indifferent Yun Wanzhou and said in a frightened manner, "Master, what should we do?"
Yun Wanzhou remained unmoved, as if he had noticed his little trick. Only a streak of light flew out from his fingertips and penetrated into Xie Wuyang's brow.
However, this flowing light could only be seen by disciples outside the sect, and the woman had not noticed it at all.
Only Xie Wuyang knew that this flowing light was not an ordinary object, but a protective spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang got the reaction he wanted, and suddenly felt bored. He looked at the woman and asked, "Is there anything else unusual about that monster?"
The woman gave the two of them a strange smile, "The monster in our village..."
Then, a hoarse and low voice came from my ear, "It will eat people."
The woman's face suddenly became very strange. Her empty eyeballs moved twice, and a slippery snake jumped out from them and bit Xie Wuyang's neck.
Xie Wuyang subconsciously rubbed his index finger, and when he touched the empty knuckles, he suddenly cursed.
He forgot that Quexie was no longer by his side.
At the critical moment, the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed rang in my ears.
Before Xie Wuyang could recover from the unexpected snake bite, a cold sword flashed before his eyes.
Blood splattered everywhere, but a barrier with shining light rose in front of Xie Wuyang, blocking all the splashing liquid outside.
Yun Wanzhou's Broken Snow Sword had been unsheathed at some point, flashing a cold light in the dim light.
The moment he saw the blood-stained murderous intent on the Broken Snow Sword, all his emotions instantly returned to normal.
Xie Wuyang's hands and feet were cold, and he stood there almost stiffly.
The curses of thousands of people in the cultivation world in my previous life are still ringing in my ears.
"Xie Wuyang, you are worse than a beast."
"Xie Wuyang, you will not die well."
Sect Leader Jiang proudly boasted to him, "Xie Wuyang, you have come to this day."
Even after hearing thousands of voices, there was only one cold and heartless response: "Thank you for your kindness, it's time to turn back."
Look back?
Xie Wuyang stared at Yun Wanzhou blankly.
How to turn back?
When he was young, all he wanted was a mouthful of food, a little water, and a candlelight.
But he couldn't get what he wanted, and was teased and laughed at by others, and no one was willing to give him even a ray of light.
How to turn back?
Yun Wanzhou spoke nicely, but he was sanctimonious and hypocritical! But did he ever actually do anything?
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth, his eyes instantly becoming fierce and sharp.
If possible, he really wanted to bite off Yun Wanzhou's neck and tear his flesh into pieces, so that everyone could see what kind of venomous heart the immortal master, who seemed spotless and high and mighty in their eyes, had.
Just imagining that scene, Xie Wuyang was so excited that his whole body was shaking and his breathing was disordered.
Until the voice rang in his ears again. Different from the last time, this time Yun Wanzhou said, "Thank you for being safe. Focus your mind."
The hatred dissipated, and the bloodthirsty eyes gradually regained their calmness.
Xie Wuyang raised his head with a dazed look and saw a hint of worry on Yun Wanzhou's usually calm face.
Yun Wanzhou suddenly raised his hand and touched Xie Wuyang's forehead, and the warm spiritual power gradually flowed through his fingertips to his whole body.
After an unknown amount of time, the spiritual energy flowing through his forehead stopped. Yun Wanzhou raised his eyes and looked at Xie Wuyang, his eyes dark. "You've been poisoned."
"Poisoned...?" The moment he opened his mouth, Xie Wuyang realized how hoarse his voice was.
"It's a poison similar to an illusion, which inspires fear in people's hearts and kills them without them even noticing."
Just now, Yun Wanzhou was only thinking about killing the snake, and he never thought that someone would take advantage of him.
"Then Master... why are you okay?" Xie Wuyang looked puzzled.
"Those who cultivate immortality should be mindful of having no hindrances and come and go freely. I've taught you that." Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows furrowed. "Xie Wuyang, what are you afraid of?"
"I..." Xie Wuyang choked in his throat and suddenly lost his voice.
He can't say, I'm afraid you'll stab me to death, right?
Looking at Xie Wuyang who was hesitating, Yun Wanzhou's expression became more serious and his tone became sharper, "When we return to Cangqiong Mountain, copy the mental method in the library ten times."
It would be fine if the cultivation level was low, but it is absolutely intolerable for a cultivator to have a confused mind.
Thinking of the huge library in the Immortal Sect, Xie Wuyang froze in thought and forced a twitch of his lips. "After returning, I will definitely make up for my lessons and copy them carefully."
Regardless of whether you can do it or not, just agree to it now.
After he gets the Nightmare Stone and returns to the Demon Realm, he will not even go back to Cangqiong Mountain, let alone copying books.
Yun Wanzhou had no idea what Xie Wuyang was thinking.
After helping Xie Wuyang detoxify, Yun Wanzhou looked around the house.
The woman just now had already turned into a wisp of black gas and escaped, leaving only the clothes on the ground.
This house is not big, but it does have a lot of things.
The furnishings are also what ordinary people can afford.
However, after searching around, Yun Wanzhou only found some men's clothes in the closet, but no women's belongings.
So……
Xie Wuyang and Yun Wanzhou exchanged a glance and blurted out, "The owner of this house is a man?"
Yun Wanzhou closed the closet where his clothes were kept, neither agreeing nor objecting, so Xie Wuyang just assumed that he agreed.
It seems that the woman was the monster she described herself as, but it was a pity that she escaped.
The two searched every corner of the house but found no useful clues.
Judging from the cold porridge in the pot, one could guess that someone had lived in this house not long ago.
The master and disciple had no choice but to turn their attention to other houses.
Fortunately, someone opened the door of a house not far from them.
This guy looks much more normal.
The person who opened the door first opened it a crack, revealing one eye and vigilantly observing the two for a long time.
"Who are you?"
Xie Wuyang met the gaze of the people in the room and explained, "I am a disciple of Cangqiong Mountain. I passed by here with my master on my way down the mountain. I found something strange here and I am afraid that there are evil spirits. I wonder if this young master has seen one before?"
The man peered at the token through the crack in the door for a long time. Just when Xie Wuyang thought they would be let in, the eyes in the crack moved and stared at him warily. "I've seen countless people from the immortal sects here. They all want to take down that monster and make a name for themselves. But I wonder how many of them have actually done it?"
After saying that, the man raised his hand and slammed the door shut, leaving them no room for even a crack.
It would have been bad enough for the dignified Demon Lord to be rejected by others, but he was also ridiculed by the other party. Xie Wuyang looked a little embarrassed.
He looked at the closed door and tutted softly, then glanced sideways, "Master, this man looks down on me, but I think he might look down on you."
Before he could finish his words, Xie Wuyang suddenly reached out and grabbed the hilt of Yun Wanzhou's Broken Snow Sword.
Yun Wanzhou's expression froze, and before he could stop himself, the sword suddenly came out of its sheath.
Shattered Snow is a top-grade spiritual weapon. Even without using spiritual power, it carries a sense of oppression. Xie Wuyang turned his wrist and swung a sword at the door in front of him.
There was a loud bang, and the door in front of me instantly shattered into pieces.
The man was pouring tea into the cup. When he heard the sound, his hand suddenly shook and most of the water in the cup spilled.
Xie Wuyang's chest ached from the shock, and he hadn't expected the sword's pressure to be so strong. He pretended to be nonchalant and said with a smile, "Master's Shattered Snow is really powerful."
There was a hint of surprise in Yun Wanzhou's eyes, and he looked at him with a complicated expression.
Seeing Xie Wuyang walking towards him, the cup in the man's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
The man stared at Yun Wanzhou for a moment, his gaze settling on the humming snow in Xie Wuyang's hand. His expression suddenly changed, "Come in, two immortals."
"Thank you." Yun Wanzhou nodded.
Because of the woman from before, Xie Wuyang didn't dare to be careless. This body was only at the level of Qi Refining, and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or a ghost. Xie Wuyang raised his hand and tugged at Yun Wanzhou's sleeve, lowering his voice, "Master, can you tell who this person is?"
Yun Wanzhou said coldly, "People."
Xie Wuyang finally relaxed and followed the two into the house.
The man picked up the teacup on the ground, wiped it clean, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.
"Do you know what that monster looks like?" Xie Wuyang took a sip of tea and glanced at the man.
The man's expression seemed to freeze for a moment, and he said with a tense face, "After you finish your tea, Immortal, please go down the mountain quickly."
"Why?" Xie Wuyang stared at him with a smile.
The man pursed his lips, showing no intention of speaking.
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in his gaze. "I see that this village is empty. I think the villagers are deeply troubled by it. But you are making excuses and obstructing us from exorcising the monster. But what are you hiding?"
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang seemed to accidentally knock on the Broken Snow Sword on the table.
Chen Ziyi shuddered and closed his eyes, as if he had finally made up his mind. "My surname is Chen, my given name is Ziyi, and I grew up in this village. Our village is called Dashipo, and it was founded when our ancestors migrated south. The people here are harmonious and friendly, and although we don't live in wealth, we live in peace. However, this peace was suddenly shattered one day three months ago..."
Chen Ziyi makes a living by selling firewood. Every morning he goes up the mountain to chop some branches and then sells them door to door.
That day, he went to the old place as usual. Just as he swung the hatchet, he suddenly caught a glimpse of something sticking out from the bushes not far away.
Driven by curiosity, Chen Ziyi held up the hatchet and looked forward carefully.
The moment he saw the thing clearly, Chen Ziyi was so frightened that his breathing stopped and his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.
At this point, Chen Ziyi tightened his grip on the teacup and said, "I saw a person lying there."
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