Yang Xin'er looked at Liu Xiaoyuan and thought, "This bad guy won't really let this man go, will he?"
That would truly be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains, with endless troubles to come. If the other party tells Feng Qingmen about this, and Feng Qingmen finds out, they will definitely not let Liu Xiaoyuan off the hook.
Yang Xin'er looked at Liu Xiaoyuan and said, "Are you really planning to let him go?"
Liu Xiaoyuan naturally knew what Yang Xin'er was worried about, and said with a smile, "Of course I plan to let him go."
When Yang Xin'er saw the mischievous smile on Liu Xiaoyuan's face, she knew that Liu Xiaoyuan was up to no good, and she felt relieved.
The man thought Liu Xiaoyuan was really going to release him, and was overjoyed. He said to Liu Xiaoyuan, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, thank you, fellow Daoist."
Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, "No need to thank me. I'll take you back to where you came from!"
The man smiled and said, "Brother Dao, you're too kind. I know the way to my own sect, so I can go back by myself. There's no need for you to see me off."
Liu Xiaoyuan waved his hand and said, "Brother Dao, you probably know the way back and don't want to take it, so I've decided to give you a ride."
Hearing Liu Xiaoyuan's words, the man felt confused. Why didn't he want to leave even if he knew the answer?
"Brother Dao, what do you mean by that? I don't quite understand what you mean," the man asked with a smile.
Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, "You came from your mother's womb, so I'm going to send you back to your mother's womb."
Upon hearing this, the man immediately understood what Liu Xiaoyuan meant: he was going to kill him.
"Brother Dao, you can't go back on your word! Brother Dao, you can't kill me!" the man pleaded loudly.
Liu Xiaoyuan laughed and said, "When did I promise to spare your life? Did I say such a thing? This is all your own opinion. I have never broken my word."
"You..." The man thought about it and realized that Liu Xiaoyuan had indeed never said those words; it was all just his own wishful thinking.
"Forget about you, White Tiger, let's send him back to his mother's womb," Liu Xiaoyuan said to White Tiger.
Upon receiving Liu Xiaoyuan's command, the white tiger tightened its tail, like a python coiling around its prey, instantly suffocating the man to death. Even the nascent soul within his body could not escape its grasp.
In an instant, the three disciples of Fengqing Sect were killed. Liu Xiaoyuan and the others left the place, after all, people had just been killed here, and it would be bad if other passing cultivators saw it.
After flying for about several hundred miles, the group stopped.
"Thank you all for saving me. I am deeply grateful." The old man cupped his hands to Liu Xiaoyuan and the other two to express his gratitude. "I won't say much more about my thanks. I will remember your kindness today. If you ever need my help in the future, I will definitely help you."
After the old man finished speaking, his granddaughter added, "Thank you all for saving my life. I am deeply grateful."
In Liu Xiaoyuan's opinion, the words of gratitude were not worth a penny.
"Grandpa, I have something I'd like to ask you, and I hope you can tell me," Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the old man said, "Please feel free to ask any questions. As long as it is something I know, I will tell you the truth."
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "Since you are a member of the Sword Pavilion, and the disciples of the Fengqing Sect tried to capture you just now in order to get some information about the whereabouts of the flying sword from you, I also want to know the whereabouts of a flying sword. I wonder if you know any clues?"
Hearing Liu Xiaoyuan's words, the old man smiled and asked, "What flying sword's whereabouts do you want to know?"
Liu Xiaoyuan looked at the old man and uttered two words: "Break the evil!"
Upon hearing those two words, the old man visibly paused, staring wide-eyed at Liu Xiaoyuan.
Seeing the old man's expression, Liu Xiaoyuan knew there was hope; perhaps the old man really did know where the Evil-Slaying Sword was.
Yang Xin'er and Yang Zihan didn't know whether Liu Xiaoyuan was talking about "breaking evil" or "broken shoes," since the two words sounded the same.
Yang Zihan looked at Yang Xin'er cautiously and asked, "Master, why do you think Xiao Yuan is looking for a used woman?"
Yang Xin'er knew that Liu Xiaoyuan was definitely not looking for some slut, but rather for the Evil-Slaying Sword, which Yang Xin'er seemed to have never heard of.
"Old man, do you know the whereabouts of the Evil-Slaying Sword?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked the old man with a smile.
The old man paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know. This Demon-Slaying Sword disappeared hundreds of years ago. How would I know?"
Liu Xiaoyuan felt the old man was lying and said, "I was stunned when I saw you just now. I thought you knew, but who knew you didn't know either."
The old man said, "The reason I was stunned just now is that I didn't expect you to know about the Evil-Slaying Sword, because the Evil-Slaying Sword's fame had already disappeared when it vanished."
The old man's explanation was reasonable and explained his surprise, but Liu Xiaoyuan felt that the old man must know something.
However, the old man was unwilling to talk, so Liu Xiaoyuan decided to stop asking and not bother to waste his breath.
"I'm sorry, young man, I'm sorry I can't help you," the old man said apologetically.
Liu Xiaoyuan smiled and waved his hand, saying, "It's alright, it's not your fault, old man. Don't blame yourself."
"By the way, old folks, where are you headed?" Liu Xiaoyuan asked with a smile.
The old man smiled and said, "I'm going to visit my granddaughter and other relatives."
Visiting relatives? Liu Xiaoyuan thought this was just an excuse the old man was making up, but he didn't care anymore. Oh well, since he couldn't get any clues, he shouldn't ask any more questions.
"In that case, I won't disturb the old man's time visiting relatives any longer. Let's part ways here," Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile.
The old man also bowed to Liu Xiaoyuan to say goodbye.
After the old man and his granddaughter left, Yang Xin'er immediately said, "I think the old man wasn't telling the truth just now."
Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, "I saw it too, but what can we do? If someone refuses to tell the truth, even if you put a knife to their throat, it won't do any good."
"What kind of sword is this Evil-Slaying Sword you're looking for?" Yang Xin'er asked curiously.
Liu Xiaoyuan said, "This matter cannot be explained in a few words. I'll tell you when I have time."
"Master, Xiaoyuan, let's stop talking and go home quickly," Yang Zihan said.
Yang Zihan doesn't care about anything else right now; she just wants to get home as soon as possible and see her mother.
"Okay, let's go home. That's all for now," Liu Xiaoyuan said with a smile, immediately shrinking the white tiger.
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