Chapter 777 Going to Find the Senior Brother
Just as Song Chunxue was about to say something, she suddenly felt her limbs and bones become burning hot.
It felt as if a vine had grown inside me, and it started burning in wisps.
"You're about to break through. Go back to the inn." The senior brother suddenly came over, grabbed her by the shoulder, and disappeared from the altar where hundreds of people were watching.
Huo Xiang couldn't help but look at Lord Zhao's departing figure and sighed with some envy.
"Song Chunxue is really lucky. How could she become a fellow disciple with someone like Lord Zhao? The key is that her cultivation has improved too quickly. Her sword moves are nothing special. How did her power suddenly increase so dramatically?"
Master Han pondered for a moment, "She must be exceptionally gifted. If she had embarked on this path earlier, perhaps..."
"Perhaps they've already become gods?" Huo Xiang nodded. "There are quite a few people like that."
"It might be ruined. After all, no pain, no gain." Master Han tucked his hands into his sleeves and walked slowly forward.
Huo Xiang asked curiously, "Why did Lord Zhao ask her to summon Wuyou in such a crowded place?"
"To intimidate all sides, he is known by all the leaders, who know his identity and the power behind him. His junior brother is certainly not to be underestimated. Wearing a mask can prevent ordinary people from causing her trouble, and at the same time, it can make those leaders hiding in the shadows remember her presence. It's a win-win situation."
Huo Xiang clicked her tongue, "He's really protective of his own. Can I even acknowledge him as my senior brother now?"
Master Han stopped, looked Huo Xiang up and down, and shook his head slightly. "You're a demonic cultivator, you're not even qualified to be his disciple, yet you want to be his junior brother?"
“Apprentice…apprentice is fine too,” Huo Xiang smiled brightly, “Then how can I become his apprentice?”
Master Han scoffed lightly, "Forget about it. Your disciple is too old and difficult to teach. He should just continue being your Demon Lord."
...
Song Chunxue meditated in her room and fell asleep some time later.
I feel like my brain is completely slept; it feels so heavy when I sit up.
"The Taoist priest is awake?" Wu Bing quickly offered her a cup of tea.
"How long have I been asleep?" Song Chunxue had just taken a sip of water when she suddenly felt a strong urge to urinate, so she quickly got up to go to the outhouse.
"Two days and one night." Wu Bing draped his outer robe over her shoulders. "What would you like to eat, Daoist Master?"
"casual."
She rushed to the outhouse, thinking that even the outhouses in this expensive inn were incense-filled and so clean inside and out that it made her feel embarrassed.
People in the village used to say that the outhouses of wealthy families were cleaner than the main houses of ordinary villagers. At the time, she thought it was an exaggeration and even felt it was an insult.
Now it seems that the blankets on the wooden floor are cleaner than the kang (heated brick bed) in many homes.
After washing her hands by the dripping toilet, Song Chunxue went downstairs.
The table in the middle was set with food, all of which were easy to swallow and wouldn't upset the stomach: chicken soup, noodles, stir-fried potato chunks, and stir-fried cabbage.
"Where are the others?"
“We’ve gone to find the entrance. There’s almost no one else on this street except the locals,” Wu Bing said gently. “Everyone wants a piece of the pie.”
"Should we go?"
"No need. Lord Zhao instructed that the Taoist priest wait at the inn and will inform you as soon as there is any news."
Song Chunxue stretched her muscles and bones, feeling much lighter and more energetic. Her skin and flesh were firmer and more toned, and her abdomen felt hard and lumpy.
How amazing! She had only ever seen this on men before.
As for how it was seen... In the summer, when the wheat was particularly yellow, and people were working desperately to harvest it, their clothes would be soaked with sweat, and the men would take off their upper body clothes.
What was even more arduous was hauling wheat home in July. Every morning felt like being chased by a donkey. When pulling donkeys or carts carrying wheat from the mountains, even the strongest men would be drenched in sweat and would simply take off their clothes and sit on the ground to rest. This is how Song Chunxue was able to see the pregnant belly of another woman's husband.
She then realized that it wasn't just her husband who was like that; all men's bellies were different from women's bellies.
But now, she specifically looked down in the outhouse and found it to be no worse than a man's, and she was very satisfied.
As for the muscle-regenerating pills that Durian gave her, she planned to take them when she got home.
After breakfast, she remembered that she should have practiced her sword before eating.
She couldn't rush after eating, so she went out for a walk in the nearby open space.
The land here is flat and not as arid as Zhuanglang County, but no one cultivates it.
Perhaps it's because this place is sparsely populated, right on the border, that there's land to cultivate but no life to harvest the crops.
Suddenly, Song Chunxue saw a carriage speeding towards her, kicking up clouds that looked like they were rising from the ground.
"Whoa~" The coachman suddenly stopped as the carriage drew near.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a woman stepped out.
"Taoist priest, what are you doing wandering around here? Didn't Huoxiang bring you with her?"
Today, Liu Niang changed into a smart and bright outfit. Her dark blue cross-collar long gown was embroidered with butterflies, and her black belt was inlaid with silver ornaments, which made her waist look slender and her legs look long, like a beautiful iris blooming in the desert.
She jumped down from the carriage, and Wu Bing instinctively stood in front of Song Chunxue.
"It's nothing," Song Chunxue said softly.
Although she didn't feel that Liu Niang was not hostile towards her today.
If he believes Wuyou is the key, he might be able to kidnap her later.
Fortunately, she clearly felt that she had reached a new level and no longer needed to worry about being easily controlled.
"Want to go back to the inn? Come on up." Liu Niang stretched out her hand to her.
Song Chunxue glanced at the carriage curtain; there were definitely people inside, more than one.
"No need, I'll go back after a while, you guys go ahead." Song Chunxue stood aside, "I'll come find you at noon."
With a bright smile on her face, Liu Niang did not insist any further.
"Alright, then come back soon. I brought you some wine."
"Okay, wait for me." Nowadays, Song Chunxue can easily say things she doesn't mean without any guilt.
Wu Bing stared in the direction of the carriage, gripping his sword tightly.
"There's a very powerful person inside the carriage. I'm afraid they're up to no good. She's too good at getting close to people."
Wu Bing spoke cryptically, but Song Chunxue understood.
"Are you worried that I'll be deceived by her?" Song Chunxue looked at Wu Bing with curiosity, seeing her wary expression.
Spending the past few days with the two sisters, she found them to be quite reliable. At least they weren't perfunctory or two-faced; they were genuinely working for her.
"Daoist Master, you are unaware of this. I overheard some casual conversations at the inn yesterday and learned that Liu Niang is no ordinary person. They used to make a living by escorting and robbing caravans. Although they no longer rob caravans, their escort agency is full of talented people. She is the next leader of the agency, and it is said that there is a sword cultivator at the level of a Sword Emperor in their agency."
Sword Emperor?
Song Chunxue suddenly lost her confidence; if the other party were to use force, she wouldn't even have a chance to resist.
She has only just stepped into the realm of swordsmanship, and her foundation is far from solid.
There's a huge gap between a novice swordsman and a sword emperor: sword master, sword king, and in between, there are three stages: early, middle, and late. It's like an insurmountable distance; even a hundred of them wouldn't be able to touch a single hair on his head.
Song Chunxue put on her face mask. "Let's go find our senior brother."
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