Cultivation World 5: All Misunderstandings
"I'll go and take a look at the situation." Ling Xiyuan said.
Xie Yunsui: "I'll go with you."
Ling Xiyuan hesitated: "I'm just going to take a look. If I can't handle it, I will withdraw immediately."
Xie Yunsui: "I won't hold you back."
Ling Xiyuan sighed softly and looked at Qingwen and Zhu Ming. They were so immersed in their cultivation that they hadn't noticed anything was wrong. He said, "I'm afraid this is a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain."
In his opinion, Xie Yunsui's cultivation was not low, and it would be most beneficial for him to act separately from him.
He was also afraid that the other side was setting a trap for him, so he didn't dare to take Qingwen and Zhu Ming with him, especially Qingwen. She couldn't restrain her breath for a long time and would be noticed by the other side if she was not careful.
It was just a little movement, but he was thinking too much. Xie Yunsui seemed to understand why he was always so serious and unwilling to relax.
As the disciple leading the Hengwu Pavilion team, he put a lot of burdens on his shoulders.
Xie Yunsui set up a defensive formation around the two of them, and threw a small stone at Zhu Ming in front of Ling Xiyuan. When the stone was about to hit Zhu Ming's head, it suddenly bounced back.
Ling Xiyuan was surprised: "You also know how to use formations?"
"I know a thing or two." Xie Yunsui walked up to him, making it clear that he wanted to act with him.
Ling Xiyuan paused. Actually, if Xie Xianyou insisted on going, he could also stay. However, after spending these days with Xie Xianyou and receiving so much care from him, he couldn't bear to let Xie Xianyou suffer alone.
He nodded, and the two of them restrained their breathing and headed towards the source of the sound.
When we got not far from there, we found that they were all monks from the immortal sect. Several of them surrounded a monk who was dressed simply, and kept yelling at him to hand over his things.
It is not only the demonic cultivators who plunder. There are more examples of immortal cultivators fighting for treasures.
However, this was a matter of personal karma, and Ling Xiyuan was not so impulsive as to show mercy to anyone who was being beaten.
The monk who was being hunted seemed to be enduring something, and was only focused on dodging without taking any action. It seemed that he had something to rely on. Those who could come to the secret realm had at least one or two things to save their lives.
Ling Xiyuan saw clearly that since it was a fight for an opportunity, there was no need for him to involve himself.
Just as he was about to tug at the corner of Xie Yunsui's clothes to signal him to retreat, the situation of the battle over there suddenly changed.
The hunters attacked for a long time but the bastard didn't hand over the treasure. They were furious. One of them stretched out his hand and flicked the Qiankun bag on his waist. Dozens of spiritual lights rushed towards Xie Yan to kill him.
Xie Yan shuddered and subconsciously summoned his natal sword to block.
All the spiritual light hit the sword and exploded one by one. The shock of spiritual energy made Xie Yan's injuries, which had not yet fully healed, worse.
"Puff." He spat out a mouthful of blood.
These guys said that it was just a Xuan-level sword secret book, and he handed it over, but these people still didn't let him go.
Is he going to die here? But his blood feud has not yet...
Just when Xie Yan was completely desperate, the sound of a flute came from far away, and the turbulent spiritual energy in his body was slowly soothed. He looked up in disbelief, and suddenly two people stood in front of him.
"My fellow immortal, we are all from the immortal sect, why do you have to kill us?" Ling Xiyuan faced the front, stopped playing the flute, and put one hand behind his back.
Xie Yan lowered his eyes and saw that he was holding a soul-returning pill in his hand.
"This guy stole our treasure, and we just took it back in our own way." The other party said in a bad tone: "It's none of your business, so stop meddling in other people's business."
Xie Yunsui asked, "What did he steal?"
"What? You guys want a piece of the action too?" The man said, "We are inner disciples of the Guiyuan Sect. My fellow immortals, please think carefully."
Ling Xiyuan realized that the elixir in his hand had been taken away, so he clasped his fists towards the others and said in a gentle tone, "Brothers, there are many demonic cultivators in this secret realm, waiting for an opportunity to attack my fellow immortals. You and I are both immortals, so we should watch out for each other and help each other. I am Ling Xiyuan, a disciple of Hengwu Pavilion. I was just passing by and would like to mediate."
A hint of hesitation flashed across the eyes of several people.
In the original plot line, Ling Xiyuan pretended to mediate while waiting for Xie Yan to take the medicine and recover so that he could get away as soon as possible.
However, these people relied on their large numbers and the fact that the person who came was only a disciple of music cultivator, so they were fearless and wanted to deal with it all at once.
This time, there is an additional variable, Xie Yunsui.
This person was very strange. He was holding an ordinary sword and didn't seem to have any cultivation skills. But everyone knew that people without cultivation skills could not enter this secret realm at all.
They were still reluctant to let go. One of them rolled his eyes and said tentatively, "We are just Hengwu Pavilion, a second-rate sect. Who do you think you are? Why would we need you to come here..."
Xie Yunsui's face darkened, and he looked at him coldly: "You, the Guiyuan Sect, are a den of snakes and rats, how can you be considered a reputable and upright sect?"
"you?!"
Xie Yunsui curled his lips and said, "Your sect leader is a complete idiot. He only reached the Half-step Nascent Soul stage with the help of his father, the ancestor. With the death of the ancestor, your Guiyuan Sect is also ruined. For so many years, the disciples in the sect have not made any progress, and only think about bullying others with their power. As for you, what qualifications do you have to criticize others? You are just relying on your uncle who is a Jindan Zhenren, and the foundation-building cultivation level he built up with magic tools and elixirs."
After being injured this time, Xie Yan endured for a long time before he went to Guiyuan Sect to seek revenge. Before taking revenge, he naturally had to get rid of the innocent people in the sect, so he investigated for a long time.
The investigation revealed that there was no good person in Guiyuan Sect, especially the uncle of the Jindan Zhenren in front of him, who happened to be the lackey sent to hunt down Xie Yan.
The person mocking Xiaoxi was the one who had used the talisman to kill her earlier. Xie Yunsui easily identified the person and asked the person next to him with a smile, "Which one is Bi Hai? Your sister, who you brought into the sect, didn't fall off the cliff by accident. It was this Qi Ziming, your good fellow disciple, who got drunk, raped her, and forced her to jump off the cliff."
"Qi...Brother Qi? Is what he said true?"
As soon as Xie Yunsui finished speaking, the person on Qi Ziming's right immediately turned around and asked.
"Bullshit! Your sister is just a mortal. How could I possibly fall for her?" Qi Ziming was furious at having his thoughts exposed, and he spoke without thinking. Only when he saw the murderous look in Bi Hai's eyes did he react and hurriedly said, "I've never seen your sister. Don't listen to the nonsense of an outsider."
The people around him remained silent, because they knew very well what kind of person Qi Ziming was.
Knowing it is one thing, but they will not draw a clear line with Qi Ziming because of this. What a joke. She is just a mortal sister. If she is their own sister, they will give her to them personally if Qi Ziming wants her. As long as Qi Ziming gives them some good things from time to time, it will be fine.
However, Bi Hai felt hatred in his heart. Qi Ziming was not a good person. He would do anything to become stronger. He was usually the first person to charge for Qi Ziming, only because the inner door skills he got from him were useful.
But he really loved his sister, otherwise he would not have brought her to the sect and found her a good job taking care of the spiritual plant garden. With him protecting her, her life should have been smooth.
Qi Ziming turned around and shouted, "Who are you? How dare you slander me!"
"You know whether it is slander or not. Do you want me to tell you a few more of your unknown secrets?" Xie Yunsui was not at all panicked.
Qi Ziming's heart tightened, and he dared not speak. He wondered where this person came from, and how he knew everything about him. Was he someone he had offended before? It sounded like he didn't even take his sect seriously. Could he be a disciple of a top sect? He was using a sword... Such a young swordsman, could he be the one from the Qingyan Sect...
After hesitating for a while, he took his people away.
Xie Yunsui stared at them and resisted the urge to stop them.
It doesn't matter, as long as Xiaoxi is saved...
These people are stepping stones on the protagonist's growth path and the icing on the cake on the protagonist's revenge path. He shouldn't be the one—
"Are you okay?" Ling Xiyuan finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the people leave, and then he looked at Xie Yan who had remained silent behind him.
Even at this moment, Xie Yan just said thank you softly and was about to leave.
He didn't want to get too involved with them, nor did he want to be recognized by them.
Xie Yunsui frowned: "Stop."
Xie Yan paused and turned back in confusion.
Xie Yunsui said calmly, "The Soul-Restoring Pill that Immortal Friend Ling gave me just now is worth thirty low-grade spirit stones according to the market price."
Xie Yan: “…”
Ling Xiyuan coughed lightly in embarrassment. He had no intention of making a profit, but Xianyou Xie was standing up for him, so he would not refute him at this time.
Xie Yan dug into his Qiankun bag and reluctantly took out twenty spirit stones. "That's all I have. Can I use spirit plants to pay for the rest?"
Ling Xiyuan had no objection: "Okay."
Xie Yan reached into his Qiankun bag again.
Seeing how easy it was to talk to him, Ling Xiyuan couldn't help but wonder, "How did these people target you? They said you stole their treasure?"
"No, I got a secret book of Xuan-level swordsmanship and was practicing here. When they came over, I didn't want to conflict with them and planned to avoid them first. But they thought I got something good..." Xie Yan then explained the whole process.
Xie Yan got some extra spiritual plants as a way of thanking them for their rescue.
Ling Xiyuan smiled and said, "I didn't do anything. It was thanks to Xianyou Xie that I was able to help..."
"Thank you?" Xie Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at Xie Yunsui: "Is your last name Xie?"
Xie Yunsui raised his eyelids: "Exactly. How come your last name is Xie too?"
Xie Yan clenched his long sleeves into fists, trying to hide his instantaneous joy. After a pause, he said, "No, my...my last name is Yan. He's an old friend of mine. His last name is Xie. Something happened to his family, and all his relatives are...no longer around. Perhaps you know him."
As she spoke, she looked at him with hope, hoping to see something from his expression.
Their Xie family is famous for refining weapons. They have many branches and disciples. He cannot recognize everyone in the entire family.
But he was from the main branch of the clan and had some reputation. Before the clan was exterminated, many members of the side branches gathered at the Xie family mansion to celebrate his birthday. If he was a member of the Xie family, he should know him.
Could it be that there were actually surviving members of the tribe at that time?
Yes, if even he cannot recognize all his clan members, how can the person behind the scenes kill everyone?
"Oh~" Xie Yunsui dragged out the tone and said, "There are so many people with the surname Xie in the world, don't try to get close to them, no discount."
Xie Yan: “…”
Ling Xiyuan: “…”
Xie Yan seemed a little unwilling: "You saved me, but...?"
"Stand up for the weak."
Xie Yan almost blurted out his own name, but because there was a third person present, he held it back with difficulty.
If he wasn't a member of my Xie family, I shouldn't have involved him. His surname is Xie. If the people behind the scenes knew that I was involved with him, I would probably be killed as a member of the Xie family.
If I were Xie's family, and I was unwilling to confess at this time, it must be for my own safety, just as I must remain anonymous. I should not point it out and make things difficult for him.
It is enough for me to bear this blood feud alone.
Xie Yanshen took out everything from his Qiankun bag except his natal sword and handed it to Xie Yunsui: "Thank you both for saving me. This is all my belongings. Please accept it."
Xie Yunsui took a quick glance and saw that most of them were spiritual plants picked from the Dan Sheng Underground Palace, and some of them were almost losing their spiritual energy.
I don't know if it was because I left in a hurry, but I didn't pick enough spiritual plants. However, I still took out two bottles of medicinal pills and threw them to him: "You can only make these pills with these herbs at most."
He is unwilling to take it for free!
And subsidize me!
How can spiritual plants be compared with finished elixirs? Not to mention the energy consumed, even in this secret realm, everyone uses less elixirs.
Xie Yan thought of him as a member of the Xie family. He looked at him deeply and left with the pills.
Ling Xiyuan smacked his lips twice before realizing, "You're not Xie Yan?"
Xie Yunsui blinked: "Who is Xie Yan?"
Ling Xiyuan sneered, knowing that he had misunderstood. Because he had misunderstood that he was Xie Yan, he was usually distant in their interactions.
Although no one knows why the Xie family was wiped out, it is certain that they offended someone. I am afraid that Qingwen will be implicated and Hengwu Pavilion will be in trouble.
The young man in plain clothes did not look like an ordinary person. The sword technique he used earlier was unique. Although he tried to hide his words, one could still tell something was wrong. Ling Xiyuan guessed that he might be the real Xie Yan.
Now he felt much more relieved, and even looked at Xie Yunsui with a little more intimacy.
"Nothing, I misunderstood."
Ling Xiyuan reviewed the previous match. He didn't expect that he could let Qi Ziming and others leave with just a few words. "Thanks to you, I thought these people would kill me without caring about anything..."
The smile in Xie Yunsui's eyes faded a little.
When they returned to the resting place, Qingwen and Zhu Ming naturally discovered that the two were missing, and they explained for a long time.
At night, Ling Xiyuan also went to rest.
The more Xie Yunsui thought about it, the angrier he became. Those people had served as a good training ground for the protagonist, but in the plot line, they were the ones who actually caused Xiaoxi to lose her life.
By the time Xie Yan attacked the Jindan, slowly laid the groundwork, and dealt with this group of people, the grass on Xiaoxi's grave was already three meters high.
These people were rude today, and we must get rid of this anger.
Qi Ziming and others, who had run for dozens of kilometers overnight, finally stopped, but the atmosphere was a bit cold.
Qi Ziming didn't say anything, just asked everyone to rest.
Qi Ziming planned to make amends to Bi Hai by setting up a large spirit gathering formation so that everyone could benefit from it when practicing.
Before dawn, a masked monk in black appeared from nowhere and beat up everyone, especially Qi Ziming. He punched him twice in the eyes and slapped him dozens of times as soon as he opened his mouth to curse. His face was swollen.
In the end, he did not hold back and struck him hard at his true essence, shattering the scattered true essence that had not yet solidified and had only been established not long ago.
Qi Ziming fell from the Foundation Establishment Stage to the Qi Refining Stage in an instant.
The others also lost a lot of their cultivation after being beaten, except for Bi Hai, who mostly had superficial injuries, but his cultivation remained the same as before.
The way people used to get along with each other has completely changed, and those who are relied upon should now rely on others to live.
Evil will be punished by evil.
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