The Poison Peak disciple looked embarrassed. "So it really is you."
What a pity.
The three escorted Gan Xiuming back to his house. Tu Longjian suddenly realized that this was Poison Peak. Could the peak master have discovered the Love Flower poison in Gan Xiuming's body?
[No, this poison isn't poisonous normally; it only becomes poisonous at the final moment of its release.]
Xiaoyi explained it to her.
"Then I can rest assured." Tu Longjian slowly walked away.
Gan Xiuming woke up in bed the next day, clutching his throbbing head, but couldn't recall anything from the previous day.
He only remembered that he went back and angrily chopped down the peach tree, and then Chunxiang helped him back.
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After sending Gan Xiuming back, Tu Longjian remembered the message An Lan had left behind, so he hurried back to Xufeng.
She went into the bamboo forest, but still couldn't find her master.
Strange, didn't Master tell her to wait for her in the bamboo forest? Where did she go again?
The scent of bamboo soothes the mind, and the forest is serene. Tu Longjian enters once again, but this time she feels the forest's atmosphere is more familiar, enveloping her completely.
As she entered, the bamboo leaves swayed in unison, as if welcoming her.
Tu Longjian smiled slightly and nodded at the bamboo leaves.
"So it turns out that Master's bamboo forest likes me so much."
Upon hearing this, the green bamboo in the very center of the forest trembled.
The entire bamboo forest is affected by him; the bamboo leaves represent his mood, which is entirely instinctive and beyond his control.
Tu Longjian walked towards the green bamboo, somewhat surprised.
"I like this green bamboo the most; it's so beautiful."
"Ahem..." A clear voice rang out.
"Master?" Tu Longjian looked around but didn't see anyone. Could it be...?
She turned her gaze to the green bamboo in front of her. Don't tell her that her master was transformed from bamboo, right?
Sure enough, that tall, green bamboo transformed into the majestic Yan Xiu bamboo.
Tu Longjian: ...That's really true.
“Master, so you are this green bamboo. I touched you before.”
Yan Xiuzhu blushed upon hearing this, turned her head away, and wanted to scold him but couldn't bear to, so she said weakly, "Don't... talk nonsense."
"Ah, I misspoke," Tu Longjian apologized, but there was no remorse in his eyes.
"Master is equally beautiful whether he is a person or a bamboo."
Yan Xiuzhu suppressed the smile on his lips and said seriously.
"I thought you knew. Didn't I say that the bamboo flute is my weakness?"
Tu Longjian suddenly realized that this "weak point" was not a description of a weakness, but a real weakness—the bamboo flute made from the bamboo spirit's true form.
Tu Longjian asked with a pained expression, "Master, did it hurt when you were cutting the flute materials?"
"I'm...I'm alright. Because of you, I'm not in pain."
Yan Xiuzhu dared not look Tu Longjian in the eye, lowered her brows slightly, and felt a pang of guilt.
He stood by and did nothing, yet his young apprentice still felt so sorry for him.
He truly owes her a great deal.
After thinking it over last night, he decided to help Tu Longjian become stronger, so that he might be able to contend with the Heavenly Dao.
Fueled by guilt, his desire to make amends grew even stronger.
Tu Longjian stole glances at his master's expression, his fingers unconsciously stroking the emerald green bamboo flute, his expression playful.
The master didn't even dare to look her in the eye, as if he had made up his mind about something.
Yan Xiuzhu raised his eyes and said gently, "A-Jian, come with me."
With her pale white robes fluttering gracefully, Tu Longjian calmly followed in his master's footsteps.
Yan Xiuzhu moved quickly through the bamboo forest, stopping occasionally to gently wait for Tu Longjian to catch up.
Even so, the master of a cultivator at least at the Nascent Soul level moved with unpredictable steps and ethereal figure. Tu Longjian, who was still at the Foundation Establishment stage, was already using his fastest speed, but he still almost couldn't keep up several times.
Yan Xiuzhu moved unhurriedly, as if strolling on clouds, his figure gradually fading into the distance.
Tu Longjian leaned on the bamboo, breathing slightly heavily.
This bamboo forest looks like a small patch from the outside, but now it seems to stretch on endlessly. She has probably traveled thousands of miles, but has not yet reached her destination.
When I looked up again, my master had already disappeared.
Tu Longjian became wary. She suddenly stood up, her body weak, and quickly summoned the [Divine Dream Gale Halberd], holding it in her hand as she cautiously looked around.
All around was silent; even the swaying bamboo leaves had stopped moving and remained motionless.
Tu Longjian reached out and felt in the air, but there wasn't a breath of wind.
Clang—
Clang—
Clang—
The three thunderous tolls of the bell sounded like the war horns of ancient times, or the mournful cries of owls and ghosts.
The bamboo forest shook violently, fluttering like ghosts baring their fangs and claws. The once tranquil green bamboo forest was transformed into a terrifying hell in the blink of an eye.
For a moment, the earthenware pot resounded, while the clanging sound of iron still lingered in the air.
Tu Longjian quickly covered his ears and sat cross-legged on the ground, but the deafening sound still lingered in his mind.
Knock knock... knock knock...
Her heart pounded violently, as if controlled by the sound waves, making it impossible for her to think.
Thin trickles of blood seeped from between the fingers covering her ears.
Whoosh—the wind flag falls into the Xun position, the snow flag takes root in the Kan position, and the black flag is fiercely inserted into the soil in the Zhen position.
Tu Longjian gritted his teeth and roared, "Activate the Calamity Transformation Formation of the Clear Wind and Frost Formation!"
Three small flags were placed in the corresponding positions, protecting Tu Longjian in the center, and they shone brightly as Tu Longjian chanted the incantation.
A cold light shot down the flagpole and disappeared into the ground, where beams of light converged to form a complex magic array that firmly protected Tu Longjian.
With the blessing of the Clear Breeze and Frost Formation, she finally had a chance to catch her breath.
Tu Longjian reached out and wiped the blood flowing down his cheek. The dark bloodstains on his cheek looked like a seductive, demonic mark.
She clutched her heart, which was pounding like a war drum, and raised her eyes sharply.
Are they going to make a move on her so soon?
Tu Longjian forcefully planted the bottom of the Divine Dream Gale Halberd into the ground, and struggled to stand up while supporting himself on the halberd.
[Very tenacious!]
[Good boy, go to sleep...go to sleep...]
[Entering the Dream—]
Upon hearing these seemingly magical sounds, Tu Longjian's eyelids grew heavy, and he almost fell asleep.
No... I can't sleep...
Tu Longjian shook his throbbing head, trying to shake off the drowsiness.
She can't fall asleep yet, she doesn't know what's going on!
Without hesitation, she plunged her delicate white palm into the reflective tip of the halberd, trying to use the pain to bring herself back to her senses.
At this critical moment, a figure in cyan flew over with lightning speed and placed a slender hand between the tip of the halberd and her palm.
Bang--
Two overlapping figures tumbled and fell, scattering the array flags stuck in the ground. The patterns on the ground flashed a few times and then disappeared completely.
Yan Xiuzhu's hand was tightly gripped by the unconscious Tu Longjian and stuck into the tip of the halberd.
Very faint blood flowed down the halberd and was caught by the man's other hand just before it fell on Tu Longjian's body.
Blood, filth.
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