The Demon Cult always acted as they pleased without considering righteousness and etiquette, so Yun Xian was not surprised that Jimo Shu wanted to rob him in the street.
It would be surprising if she didn't come to snatch Yun Xian. If it were Yun Xian, Yun Xian would snatch her too. Anyone who doesn't snatch her is a fool.
The two groups of troops confronted each other, and Jimo Shu's troops returned one after another. It might be because the Demon Cult basically did not appear in the world, so the people inside were of any length. They looked grotesque and miserable, and the demonic energy was so strong that the air around them was almost distorted.
In contrast, the three people on Yun Xian's side looked quite weak, pitiful and helpless.
Fortunately, the group of experts hired by Xue Lingxiu finally arrived a little later. Qiao Lingshan, who had set the mountain on fire until her face was blackened by smoke, rushed over with her sword drawn, and exclaimed in shock, "Ah? It's that witch again!"
There were finally more people around, and Feng Ye had a chance to show his skills. Just as he was about to pull out the guqin behind him, he was knocked down from a distance by Mei Yanliu's powerful energy.
They are all familiar faces.
Jimo Shu said to Yun Xian, "Hand it over, and I'll spare your life."
Yun Xian was calmly thinking about other things at this time.
It was awful and bizarre. Although she understood that her participation might change the plot of the story, it seemed that the changes were a bit excessive.
Even though she had replaced Zhong Changyao in the Four Directions War on behalf of the Eastern Realm, he still arrived in the end, and the overall plan followed the same path, with only minor differences. And whether he fought for the Eastern Realm or the Southern Realm was actually unimportant to Zhong Changyao. The Four Directions War ultimately made his name resound throughout the land, and it was he, not the Eastern Realm, who stole the show.
But as for Jimo Shu, she had only met her once before entering the secret realm. Yun Xian obviously didn't think that she deserved a beating so much that she would chase her and beat her now.
It seems that Jimo Shu didn't know Yun Xian was here before she came. Why did she suddenly change her mind?
"Yun Xian." Xue Lingxiu's rather calm voice rang out in his head, "Don't be dazed at this moment."
How on earth can one drift off into space so naturally?
Jimo Shu wanted to know, too. She wasn't stupid; villains never talk too much. With a fierce glare, the poison-tainted purple silk flew towards Yun Xian like lightning, carrying a sweet yet strange fragrance. The demonic cult members behind him also rushed forward, pressing forward with great speed. Xue Lingxiu drew out her love-severing needle, but before she could meet the enemy, she heard Yun Xian strategizing and giving orders from behind:
"Leave the succubus and the bull demon alone, Qiao Lingshan and I will handle it. Brother Xue, be flexible and fill in the gaps. Feng Ye, close your eyes and don't get dizzy. The others will act accordingly." She fluently drew out Qishuang and said excitedly to Zhong Changyao, "The last remaining Saint Lady will be left to you! Believe in yourself, you can do it! Come on!"
Zhong Changyao: “?!!”
Jimo Shu is the strongest among them, okay?! He knew it was Jimo Shu, but he hadn't rescued her yet. They hadn't even spoken to each other. How could a sixth-level Jindan cultivator defeat a half-step Yuanying?!
The battlefield was changing rapidly, leaving him no time for contemplation. When Jimo Shu heard the word "the rest," she sneered and looked at him with her beautiful eyes: "Leave it to you? I want to see how strong you are."
Zhong Changyao was helpless and could only smile bitterly: "My dear girl, I really don't want to hurt you..."
What a gentlemanly demeanor, however, before he could finish his words, he was nearly knocked headfirst by the purple silk that was like a thorn in his flesh. He rolled three times in the air and nearly lost consciousness.
In the boundless snow-capped mountains, the two factions finally came into close combat. The battlefield was in chaos and the fighting was extremely fierce!
The bull demon seemed to be particularly fond of Yun Xian, charging straight towards him. His horns were strangely shaped, incredibly hard and fierce, curling around his head. They looked less like bull horns and more like demonic horns, their tips sharp as blades. If he didn't dodge them properly, he'd be stabbed with two bloody holes.
The demon race cannot practice human skills, relying entirely on their fighting instincts and their naturally gifted bodies. Yun Xian cannot be careless, and Qishuang stands before him, briefly touching his horns.
She was knocked back another step.
Yun Xian wasn't surprised. A mature swordsman knew their strengths and weaknesses. It was difficult to achieve both strength and speed. She had always had a weak constitution, and her speed was her strength. Her swordsmanship was unpredictable, but her strength was her disadvantage. In a head-on confrontation, she naturally wouldn't have the advantage.
The Bull Demon's eyes were bloodshot. Yun Xian said to him, "Why don't you say something to start the conversation? Like the guy next door, something like 'Girl, I really don't want to hurt you' would sound better."
"The Saint said that people who talk too much die the fastest." The Bull Demon said simply, "Besides, I really want to hurt you."
Yun Xian was deeply moved: "I haven't seen such an honest opponent in a long time!"
She said this as she exerted force with her fingertips, knocking the bull demon away. Then she dodged backward, creating distance, and formed a sword seal. Qishuang trembled slightly, its surface coated in a cold frost—unfortunately, it was clearly a fire-attributed sword, but the cold in this place made the hilt tremble, slowing its movements and significantly reducing its power.
The bull demon was on full alert, but Yun Xian didn't attack immediately. Instead, he asked kindly, "Are you a yellow ox, a water buffalo, or a dairy cow?"
The bull demon was alert: "I am a plowing ox."
Yun Xian looked at him for a moment, then suddenly threw half of the red bellyband aside.
What? The Bull Demon's gaze shifted uncontrollably towards that spot for a moment, then realized something was wrong and shifted back with difficulty: "?!"
"Alright." In that brief moment of distraction, Yun Xian had already mastered the sword technique and smiled at Yi Ci Ai: "You are now a bullfighter."
“…”
At the same time, Mei Yanliu and Qiao Lingshan were also fighting fiercely, but they both seemed a little absent-minded.
Mei Yanliu looked at Jimo Shu and thought:
What's wrong with the Saint? Why did she show mercy to that man? Is there something special about him besides his looks? With his cultivation level, a few slaps would have sent him to heaven!
Qiao Lingshan looked at Yun Xian and thought:
What's wrong with Yun Xian? There's no room for herbs and treasures in the storage ring, but there's room for bellybands? And so many of them?!
After the formation, Xue Lingxiu was unharmed under the close protection of the masters.
Just now, Yun Xian gave him all three of the Infant Miracle Fruits during the handover. He was looking for opportunities in the back, and also quietly observing the fighting style of the others.
Then he realized that there were only three sword cultivators on the field, and each of them had a completely different method.
Qiao Lingshan was more conventional, her sword energy overflowing with sharpness, truly looking like a serious swordsman. Zhong Changyao, on the other hand, always managed to avoid danger, and it was unclear why. As for Yun Xian… could he please stop destroying the snowy mountain environment? What would those who came after him think of the red bellybands scattered all over the ground?
Xue Lingxiu couldn't bear to look at him directly, considering himself a young master from a famous family.
The Demon Cult was powerful. Although the battle was at a stalemate, Xue Lingxiu's side was showing a slight decline after a slight tug of war. However, everyone was not panicked. They fought and retreated, intending to cover his escape. At this moment, a huge roar suddenly came from above their heads.
Anyone with eyes could see that this was not a sound that a cultivator could make. The secret realm that had already been broken by dawn became extremely dark again. It was not because of a drastic change in the sky, as it was still daytime. The darkness was caused by the overwhelming sand and gravel that had occupied all the space, and the powerful wind was sweeping towards everyone at an astonishing speed!
The wind was so powerful that wherever it passed, huge rocks were instantly turned into dust. Some monsters in the foundation-building stage were caught in it, and they disappeared silently without even making a sound.
"What?!" Jimo Shu glanced at him from the corner of her eye during the fight, her beautiful face filled with surprise, "Why..."
Yun Xian stood on the snow-capped mountain. For the first time, he felt what a horrible scene it would be if the short eight words in the storybook, "the sky is dark, the earth is gloomy, the sun and the moon are without light," fell on reality. He frowned tightly.
This is……
A sandstorm that accidentally appeared in the secret realm!
The Four Directions Secret Realm is isolated from the outside world, and only strange beasts and poisonous insects can survive within. While this sandstorm may appear like a celestial phenomenon, each grain of sand is actually a tiny, indistinguishable sandworm. Sandworms are so tiny, they have no room for their heads. They devour animals and humans, devouring all the flesh and blood that contains spiritual energy, and their population continues to grow and multiply.
The more powerful the cultivator is, the longer he can survive in this strong wind, but the prerequisite is that he should not be too unlucky. The sandworms are brainless and patrol the secret realm all day long. If you encounter them four or five times in a row, even the gods cannot save you.
Jimo Shu was unlucky enough to encounter them near the ancient battlefield and was seriously injured, and was then rescued by Zhong Changyao.
But Yun Xian clearly remembered that the ancient battlefield was at least ten miles away from the Xuexiao monkey tribe. The two places were completely unrelated, so why did this group of insects still appear?
The moment to think was fleeting, and it was already too late. A sandstorm rolled through with all its might, darkening the sky with flying sand and rocks. It was impossible to see the road ahead. Each combatant reached out five times, striking their comrades at least three times before simultaneously halting.
To make matters worse, the group of snow monkeys on the mountain who had half of their treasures stolen appeared angrily and swearing. As expected of a nation of soldiers, they had plenty of branches, shovels and small stones. Leading the monkeys in the front were the new and old monkey kings. Both of them had bruised faces and were furious. It seemed that they were shaking hands and making peace, and had temporarily decided to unite against the outside world.
Despicable humans! Despicable human monks!
The scene was so chaotic that the only way to speak was to shout.
"Everyone retreat—" Yun Xian commanded: "Find a place to hide first—"
Jimo Shu snorted coldly, accidentally swallowing a mouthful of sand: "Are you scared now?"
"Aren't you afraid of this?" Yun Xian was busy evacuating everyone, and at the same time he had time to challenge her, "If you're not afraid, then you're not brave, you're stupid—"
This was the first time Xue Lingxiu had spoken so loudly: "Where are you all? Stop running around!"
Zhong Changyao was beaten by Jimo Shu so badly that he is still speechless.
Mei Yanliu shouted angrily, "You stupid bull demon, are you crazy?! Can you stop pushing when you see red?!"
Qiao Lingshan's voice was far away: "Yun Xian! Be careful!"
"Lingshan, be careful too!" Yun Xian waved his hand in the direction of her voice, trying to convey his words, "If you get separated, it's okay to leave Feng Ye behind. Your own safety is the most important!"
Feng Ye burst into tears on the spot: "Why?! Doesn't Qinfang have human rights?!"
“…”
“…”
“…”
It seemed like an eternity, yet it seemed only a moment. The sandstorm ripped through the air mercilessly, reducing the last vestiges of life in the grass to a pitch-black dust that showered the pristine white snow. The snow swirled and whirled, transforming into specks of white light. Amidst this absurd spectacle, Yun Xian couldn't open her eyes, only the ancient whistling of the wind filled her ears. Her bare hands and face might have been scratched and bloodied, or perhaps not. She had no time to feel the pain, only to grasp at the most solid object at hand. Then, as it did, her vision went black and she was launched into the air.
It was dark for just a moment, and when Yun Xian opened his eyes again, he didn't know where he was.
Not to mention the snow-capped mountains, there is not even a stone around. It is a vast plain that stretches as far as the eye can see. Even in the distance, you can see a hazy skyline.
The sandstorm finally dissipated, revealing a clear sky. Yun Xian fell directly on her buttocks to the ground. The pain was a bit strange. She stood up and rubbed her ears, shook them weakly twice, and started jumping again. After a lot of effort, she finally poured out all the sand that was blocking her ears.
There was nothing around, and a figure was lying upside down not far away.
"Okay." Yun Xian placed his hand on Qi Shuang, confirmed that the scabbard was still there, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let me see who's so lucky to be blown together with me."
She stepped over and turned the man over.
It turned out to be Xue Lingxiu.
The dapper young master was now as dusty and grimy as she was, with a few tiny bloodstains on his cheeks. He frowned and closed his eyes, seemingly still in a trance. Yun Xian kindly checked on him. The folding fan and needle case tied around his waist were both intact. But when he touched his sleeve, several high-grade spirit stones fell out.
Let's keep it for him for now. Xue Lingxiu is so forgetful that Yun Xian is not very reassured.
"Well……"
With a light gasp, Xue Lingxiu frowned and slowly woke up.
As soon as he woke up, he stared at Yun Xian and turned his face away uncomfortably: "...Too close, go away."
Yun Xian: "Brother Xue, do you want to hear the good news first or the bad news first?"
Xue Lingxiu was a bit aggressive: "Yun Xian, are you still in the mood?"
"The good news is that we didn't get separated, and I can still protect you." Yun Xian was quite happy, but he didn't know what he was happy about. "The bad news is that your carriage and the masters have all gotten separated, and now I'm the only one who can protect you."
Xue Lingxiu: “…………” Why are you so happy?
He took a deep breath and looked around patiently, and found that Yun Xian was actually telling the truth this time.
The sandstorm blew the two of them to some unknown place. All the others were gone. In the vast land, there were only him and Yun Xian, two living creatures. It was extremely desolate.
Xue Lingxiu held her forehead and was really speechless.
He didn't know what to say now.
If he were walking with Yun Xian now, he could probably imagine the shocked faces of the people outside.
What kind of weird team is this? What kind of ridiculous combination is this?
"Let's get up first." Yun Xian looked calm and said, "At least we need to know where we are before we consider the problem of rendezvous. I think we won't be blown too far away."
Both sides left some traces when they passed by. If you look carefully, you can always find them.
Xue Lingxiu stood up and saw her dirty and sandy clothes. She immediately revealed an expression that was even more painful than when she realized that Yun Xian was the only one around her: "..."
"Just bear with it." Yun Xian's dirty claws touched his shoulder again, "Just bear with it and it will pass."
Xue Lingxiu finally brushed off as much sand as possible, then stood up straight and looked at Yun Xian. His eyelids were narrow and thin, and looking directly at someone like that gave the impression of being unfriendly. With a forced smile, he said, "Then I'll have to ask Miss Yun to protect me."
He always felt that Yun Xian did it on purpose every time he put his dirty hands on his clothes.
Yun Xian also said with a forced smile, "Of course."
Yes, it was intentional.
The two finally finished talking and headed north in an awkward manner.
In front of Xue Lingxiu, Yun Xian couldn't take out the book "Pure Love Witch Hot" from the storage ring to read. She walked unsteadily while concentrating on thinking.
Plain...that's in the middle of the secret realm.
Just like the outside world, areas with fertile soil and abundant food and water are home to a wide variety of animals, resulting in abundant numbers and diversity. Demonic beasts were no exception; they should be plentiful here. It's unlikely they'd traveled for so long without seeing a single one.
There is something else. Yun Xian was still thinking about the question he had just thought about when he met Jimo Shu.
Zhong Changyao, who clearly couldn't come, finally came, and the sandstorm several miles away still appeared. These unreasonable yet real things always made Yun Xian feel absurd - as if an invisible big hand was suppressing everyone back to their original track, although it was slow and inconspicuous, it was extremely tough.
But this sporadic absurdity disappeared completely when Yun Xian saw another upside-down onion in the distance.
Purple clothes, long hair, white skin, and wilted silk.
All collected.
Xue Lingxiu was silent: "...It must be that witch."
Yun Xian: "Obviously."
Moreover, this scene also matches the classic moment when the hero and heroine first met in the storybook -
"Jimo Shu knew she must be looking rather awful right now. Imprisoned in this tiny space, unable to move, and gravely injured, she could only feel her strength draining away bit by bit. But she had the dignity of a saint. Even if she died, she would die outside, jumping from this spot, and she would never seek help from the despicable upright people! Yet, even in such a state of disgrace, why was there such an unconcealable look of amazement in the eyes of this gentleman before her?"
Xue Lingxiu was still pondering how to deal with this. Yun Xian was standing beside him, looking around. He took a deep breath and really suspected that this person had ADHD. Why couldn't he just sit still for a moment? "What are you looking for again?"
Yun Xian: "Zhong Changyao."
"What do you want to do with him?" Xue Lingxiu was puzzled. "Don't you have a bad relationship with him..."
Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.
There was a noise over there, and Zhong Changyao, who was running from the other direction, suddenly caught the sight of the three people. They looked at Jimo Shu on the other side in shock!
Jimo Shu, who couldn't be woken up no matter how Yun Xian and Xue Lingxiu talked, let out a moan and slowly opened her eyes.
The two met eyes.
At this moment, a glance lasts for a thousand years.
The picture is extremely beautiful, but the two innocent passers-by next to it are a bit embarrassed.
Xue Lingxiu: “…”
Yun Xian was considerate: "If you're shy and want to avoid me, you can hide on my shoulder."
Xue Lingxiu was annoyed: "Yun Xian, there really is something wrong with you!"
Regardless of whether there really was a problem or not, after the two of them stared at each other for a long time, Zhong Changyao finally spoke: "Miss, I see that you are seriously injured. Can you..."
"No need!" Jimo Shu turned her face away and said sternly, "I'm the Holy Maiden of the Demon Cult. Do I need you to save me? Get away!"
Zhong Changyao sighed helplessly and suddenly began to preach a profound truth: "Humans and demons are not so different. If I really left this girl here and watched her die without saving her, how would I live with my conscience as a human being? Even demons don't necessarily have to fight against humans with swords..."
Yun Xian's ears were almost callused from listening to it. He wondered where this was copied from. It had no originality at all and was not even as good as the Sixth Elder's impromptu performance about straw sandals. However, Jimo Shu seemed to be really persuaded and turned her face towards him without leaving a trace.
She stared at the elegant gentleman in front of her, and the unfamiliar feeling in her heart was like a tide, enveloping her bit by bit. She didn't know what was going on, but she couldn't help but think about it.
Oh my god. That's so different.
Yun Xian and Xue Lingxiu stood side by side, watching Jimo Shu being persuaded and moved. Her beautiful face, once full of rage, even flushed like a young girl's first love. In the end, she didn't say anything like "Get lost" or "Go to hell." She only lowered her eyes and said nervously, "Well, that's fine. But, I never knew your name..."
"I was negligent, please don't blame me, young lady." Zhong Changyao smiled brightly and said with a bow, "I am Zhong Changyao."
Jimo Shu: "..."
Yun Xian blinked only for a moment before he noticed something flying across the horizon. It flew so far and so fast, seemingly spitting blood, and then vanished into the sky like a shooting star.
Oh, it seems to be Zhong Changyao.
……Um? ? ?
"That one over there, Yun Xian." Jimo Shu was still stuck there, wiping her hands roughly. In a tone that said, "I'm being merciful and giving you one chance," she said, "It's your turn to save me. Hurry up."
Yun Xian subconsciously replied "No way", then came to his senses and was stunned: "?"
Wait. What happened?
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