Chapter 220 Cultivation Path A (Fourteen) Path A's combat power is maxed out...
The next day, Ayao stared blankly at the blue figure that was walking on light, and subconsciously said, "Senior, good morning."
"Hmm." Song Ce nodded slightly. "Is everything ready?"
Ayao bit her lower lip, a faint blush rising to her cheeks: "Yes, I prepared yesterday. Shall we set off now?"
"Okay, let's go."
Ayao nodded obediently, took out the flying boat given to her by Fairy Tianxin, and flew it into the air. After Song Ce was settled, she carefully controlled the flying boat to fly towards the northern border of Kyushu.
Throughout the journey, Ayao had been secretly observing Song Ce's every move. This senior was always gentle and polite, but the occasional glimpses of his eyes made her feel as if they were a bottomless pool, as if they held many things she couldn't understand.
"Senior, have you ever been to Tianli City? Is it really as warm and open as the rumors say?"
“I’ve never been there.” Song Ce paused, his gaze falling on A Yao’s smiling face. “After we finish our business, how about we take a stroll around the city?”
“Yes!” Ayao nodded emphatically, looking at the gentle yet powerful senior with sparkling eyes, “Thank you.”
Song Ce smiled and casually adjusted his sleeves. "Let's get going and not get distracted."
"Yes, senior!"
A Yao's spirits lifted, and she activated her spiritual power, increasing the speed of the flying boat. Just as she passed through a dense forest, she saw two young cultivators fighting fiercely below. Not far from them, a small child lay face down, covered in blood.
"Senior, look!" Ayao's voice trembled as she looked at the small, motionless figure with a pained expression. "There's another child there!"
Song Ce followed her gaze and replied casually, "Yes, I saw it."
"Senior, I can sense that the child is still alive! Every cause has its effect. Since we have encountered this today, it means that this child is destined to be with us!"
Song Ce raised an eyebrow and looked at the child's clothes, which were almost soaked in blood, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.
As an extraterrestrial visitor with the highest authority, Song Ce could naturally discern whether the child before him was good or bad. His expression remained unchanged as he turned to look steadily at A Yao: "You...want to save him?"
Ayao bit her lip and said angrily, "Those two cultivators are despicable! They act so recklessly just because they have cultivation levels, and they don't care about the lives of mortals at all! Senior, he's just a child, I want to save him..."
“A-Yao”.
Before she could finish speaking, Song Ce interrupted her, his tone more serious than usual: "What is your cultivation level now?"
Ayao was taken aback, and subconsciously replied, "Late Foundation Establishment stage."
"Do you know the cultivation levels of those two cultivators down there?" Song Ce asked again.
"This... I don't know."
"If I weren't here today, with your late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, would you be confident in fighting two opponents and successfully rescuing that child?" Song Ce asked again.
"I...I'm not sure."
"Very good." Song Ce stood up, glanced at A Yao who was standing there in a daze, and asked calmly, "Just for a child whose good or evil is unknown, you are willing to put yourself in danger with just a surge of passion?"
"Ayao, you must remember, the cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world. Only by possessing absolute power can you be qualified to help the weak and punish the strong regardless of the circumstances, understand?"
"..."
Ayao gripped her skirt tightly, her eyes red as she looked at the small, blood-red figure on the ground, choking out, "But senior, he... he's dying."
Song Ce remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed slowly: "Fine, if you want to save them, then save them!"
"Thank you, senior!"
After receiving Song Ce's approval, A Yao hurriedly landed the flying boat and quickly ran to the child's side. The boy was about ten years old, and his coarse cloth shirt was torn in several places, with countless wounds on his back oozing blood.
Ayao hurriedly took out a healing pill from her storage bag and carefully stuffed it into the boy's half-open mouth.
"You, are...you..."
The boy lifted his eyelids a crack, revealing a pair of lifeless eyes.
"You're still injured, don't speak yet." Ayao helped him sit up against the tree trunk. When the boy saw her get up, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed her sleeve tightly. But his eyes shrank back when they met Song Ce's gaze, like an innocent, frightened little animal.
The two young cultivators, locked in combat, exchanged a furtive glance upon seeing someone approaching. The next second, they both raised their spirit swords and swung them directly at Song Ce and A Yao!
"You've got some nerve! Daring to meddle in the affairs of my Wangfei Sect!"
"Ayao, you go." Song Ce took a step back and said calmly.
"Yes...senpai."
Ayao took a deep breath and quickly raised her sword to block the two men's killing moves. Even though she used all her spiritual energy, she could only barely withstand about thirty moves before she had no strength left.
Seeing that A Yao's moves faltered, the two young cultivators intensified their attacks. Only when one of their spiritual swords was about to strike A Yao's chest did Song Ce raise his hand and feign a slight touch.
The next instant, an invisible wave of air mercilessly sent the two flying, crashing into a broken tree in the forest and knocking them unconscious.
"Thank you so much, senior. Fortunately..." Fortunately you were here, otherwise she certainly wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed today.
"Um."
Seeing that Song Ce didn't criticize her harshly, A Yao felt a sudden emptiness in her heart. She gently pinched her palm, shifting her thoughts, and softly said to the boy, "Don't be afraid, we've defeated all the bad guys. Where do you live? We'll take you home right away."
"Home..." The boy's eyes suddenly reddened, and he whispered, his voice barely audible, "Sister, brother, I...I have no home anymore. They...they are bad people, they killed my parents...Waaah..."
Ayao was taken aback when she heard this, and looked down at him.
The boy sobbed as he recounted his ordeal, then turned and buried his face in A Yao's arms, only half of his reddened ear showing: "Sister, I have nowhere to go, please take me with you! Please!"
Ayao's heart clenched, and she quickly patted the boy's back gently, whispering words of comfort.
"Senior, I think..."
"Just follow your heart." Song Ce turned to look in the direction of the flying boat, his tone devoid of emotion: "No need to ask me."
Looking at Song Ce's handsome and aloof back, A Yao finally made up her mind: "Alright! If you don't mind, senior, let him come with us first. We'll put him down when we reach the nearest mortal town."
Upon hearing this, the boy suddenly looked up, his eyes shining brightly: "Sister, are you really willing to take me away?"
"Hmm." Ayao straightened his disheveled collar and smiled, "But we still have a long way to go, and the journey will probably be quite bumpy."
"I'm not afraid!" the boy hurriedly waved his hand, his little hand tightly gripping her sleeve. "Sister, I'm a man, I can endure any hardship, and I can help my brother and sister with chores!"
Ayao was amused by him and subconsciously looked at Song Ce, who was standing to the side looking nonchalant, and asked softly, "Senior, then what about us..."
"Let's go." Song Ce didn't turn around and sat back on the flying boat. "Don't forget your mother's important matter."
"Um."
When the flying boat rose back into the air, the boy couldn't help but cling to the railing and look down, his face full of curiosity. Ayao changed him into clean clothes, gave him some ordinary food, and asked with a smile, "I still don't know your name?"
"Mingyue," the boy mumbled, his mouth stuffed full. "My older brothers and sisters all call me Mingyue."
"It's a rather elegant name." Ayao smiled and patted his head. "Slow down, don't choke."
"Um!"
And so, the flying boat sailed leisurely for half a day, and Ayao found a beautiful, ordinary town—Luoxia Town.
Although Luoxia Town is not large in scale, it has well-developed transportation routes and many merchants come and go. Cultivators also stay here for training on weekdays. It is a bustling town full of life.
“Mingyue, the people in this town are quite kind. We shall take our leave now. This is some money for a mortal, enough for you to buy a house here and live a peaceful life. Here, take it.”
Mingyue blushed as she took the silver, and asked blankly, "Then... won't my older brother and sister live with me?"
"No, I have other things to do." Ayao knelt down to straighten his clothes and said softly, "If I have time in the future, I will come back to see you! You must..."
Before she could finish speaking, several fiery red phantoms appeared out of thin air before the three of them. In an instant, these phantoms transformed into more than thirty young cultivators, all of whom were at least at the Golden Core stage. Judging from their attire, they were members of the Burning Star Sect.
The person at the front, dressed in red with white hair, hovered in mid-air, staring at the indifferent Song Ce, and said coldly, "Fellow Daoist, we meet again."
"It's you!"
Ayao's eyes widened, and she immediately recognized him as the silver-haired young man who had been called "senior brother" by Qu Qingfeng, the young sect leader of the Burning Star Sect, in the Moon Gazing Cliff Secret Realm a few months ago!
"Fellow Daoist, what brings you here to stop us?" Song Ce smiled gently, as if the tense situation before him had nothing to do with him.
Murong He sneered, his gaze sweeping over Mingyue behind Ayao, and said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember the Soul-Severing Abyss a few months ago? If it weren't for your 'mercy' that day, Junior Brother Qingfeng wouldn't still be suffering from the pain of deathly aura in the sect, having lost all his cultivation and become a mortal! Now that we have the opportunity to meet, my Burning Star Sect will naturally have no choice but to shamelessly come and demand an explanation."
As he spoke, his fingertips twitched slightly in his sleeve, and the Burning Star Sect disciples behind him secretly formed a pincer movement, trapping Song Ce and his two companions in place.
"What explanation do you want?" Ayao's heart tightened, and she subconsciously stepped in front of Song Ce. "In the secret realm, everyone relies on their own abilities. It was your junior brother Qingfeng who was greedy first. If it weren't for your kindness in helping him, he would probably have turned into a skeleton by now! What, now you want to repay kindness with enmity?"
"Treasonous retribution?" Murong He's eyes were like knives as he pointed at Song Ce and roared, "What a clever girl! If this person hadn't deliberately sealed our cultivation, how could Junior Brother Qingfeng have been so badly injured? You all act so recklessly, do you really think that there's no one in my Burning Star Sect?"
"Then what do you want?"
Murong He smiled slightly, "It's very simple. As long as this fellow Daoist is willing to come back to the Burning Star Sect with us to plead guilty, I will spare your lives. How about it?"
Hearing this, Ayao's anger flared, and she retorted angrily, "No way! Months ago, I begged you, senior, to save your junior brother's life because I didn't want him to suffer a terrible death. Not only do you not know how to be grateful, but you repay kindness with enmity. What kind of logic is that?"
"Old man." Murong He's eyes sharpened, and he gestured for the wrinkled old man behind him to step forward. "I'll have to trouble you today."
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Author's Note: [Starry-eyed]
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