Chapter 39 I didn't even touch a single hair on his head!
Pei Lang was completely stunned.
He watched helplessly as Chu Xiao uttered that earth-shattering nonsense, not even bothering to give him a glance. He picked up the ten spirit cores, turned around, and disappeared into the shadows of the jagged rocks in Riftwind Valley, looking quite dashing.
It's true what they say, sword cultivators understand sword cultivators best. Shen Zhaozhao realized almost instantly that Chu Xiao was probably deliberately trying to annoy Pei Lang.
Unfortunately, Pei Lang was a simple-minded dog. Not only did he not think in that direction at all, but he was also currently in a state of shock, staring blankly at the thought that "my mortal enemy used to like me?!"
The wind blew through the valley for a while before Pei Lang seemed to be awakened by the cold wind. He shivered violently, his claws gripping Shen Zhaozhao's sleeve tightly, his voice trembling: "Shen... Shen Zhaozhao! What do you think he means???"
Seeing his dejected expression, Shen Zhaozhao was about to point out something to him when she noticed Pei Lang's face turn pale, as if he had lost his mind. His mouth moved much faster than his brain.
"Oh no! I'm not going to end up like you, being harassed by a lunatic, am I?!"
"Whether you slept with your sect leader or not, I don't know, but my relationship with Chu Xiao is completely innocent!"
"I didn't even touch him! How could he do this?! Is he crazy?! Is he trying to cling to me?! Shen Zhaozhao, say something!!!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators who had been listening intently, pretending to organize their storage bags but actually watching the drama unfold, instantly erupted in chaos!
"Hiss... I knew it! Sword cultivators always have a bumpy road in love!"
"I'm used to it. Sword cultivators are bound to have a lot of scandals, it's normal."
"But Senior Sister Shen slept with her sect leader?"
"By the way, what sect does Senior Sister Shen belong to? Is her sect leader male or female?"
Upon hearing this, a cultivator who had just come over to buy spirit cores immediately brightened up: "I've seen her! Just when we were about to enter the secret realm, the one next to Senior Sister Shen, tsk tsk, that figure, that face!"
"Let me put it this way, if he just glances at you, he could steal half your soul!"
The man became more and more excited as he spoke: "That sect leader was standing under the tree at the time. He was so handsome and pitiful. What did he say again?"
“Oh right, ‘You can even… just give me other people’s spirit stones…’”
"..."
"…………"
The crowd fell silent, and then their gazes toward Shen Zhaozhao were filled with disdain—"She started something and then abandoned it; what a fool she is! Bah!"
Shen Zhaozhao: "???"
Shen Zhaozhao was stunned by this sudden accusation. She shook off Pei Lang's hand and was about to punish this scoundrel who had dragged her into this mess!
But, just as she was brimming with murderous intent, preparing to teach him a lesson about the meaning of "disaster comes from the mouth"—
"boom!"
A muffled, deafening roar, like the earth's veins rupturing, suddenly erupted from the depths of Riftwind Valley, the direction from which Chu Xiao had departed.
A violent tremor traveled along the ground, and even a few of the spirit cores piled up at Shen Zhaozhao's feet tumbled off.
The fear and confusion on Pei Lang's face vanished instantly, replaced by an extremely genuine horror. He gasped for breath and almost instinctively roared, "Damn it, Chu Xiao!"
Without even having a chance to say a word to Shen Zhaozhao, he dashed off like an arrow toward the valley from which the loud noise had come.
Shen Zhaozhao's heart also skipped a beat.
Something's not right; this scene wasn't in the original book!
Although Chu Xiao is a foul-mouthed and annoying guy, his strength is definitely top-notch in the Foundation Establishment stage. How could he cause such a commotion by fighting a Steel Feather Chicken?
unless……
Her mind raced, but her actions were even faster!
Almost at the same second that Pei Lang rushed out, Shen Zhaozhao lightly touched the ground with her toes, nimbly flipped over and leaped onto Little Yellow, who had just returned with a few chickens in his mouth and a look of ecstatic joy on his face as he said, "Dinner's ready!"
With clothes fluttering, she was already steadily straddling the back of the little yellow dog.
"From the Crimson Cloud Sect!"
Shen Zhaozhao's voice carried an unquestionable command, her sharp gaze sweeping over the few junior brothers who were still in a daze: "Grab a passing array cultivator on the spot and have him set up the toughest, most resilient defensive array! Quickly!"
She speaks very quickly, yet her thoughts are exceptionally clear.
Before he could finish speaking, his hand pressed down hard on Xiao Huang's neck hair: "Chase Pei Lang!"
"Aww~"
Although Xiao Huang didn't fully understand, it could sense the urgency in Shen Zhaozhao's tone. It reflexively let out a low growl, then exerted force with its four claws, its body transforming into a golden lightning bolt that tore through the air, rushing towards the direction where Pei Lang had disappeared.
Only a few junior disciples from the Crimson Cloud Sect were left looking at each other in bewilderment.
Deep within Rift Valley.
Pei Lang practically tumbled and crawled into the rocky area, and when he saw the scene before him, his blood seemed to freeze instantly.
Chu Xiao.
Chu Xiao, who was always aloof and upright, with even the strands of his hair exuding the arrogance of a sword cultivator, was now slumped on the cold rock.
He was dressed in the Yunmiao Sword Sect's signature plain white sword robe, almost soaked in dark red blood, with deep claw marks visible beneath the torn fabric.
Even more glaring was the fact that his ever-present, gleaming sword was now broken in half, the broken piece lying helplessly beside him.
The color drained from Pei Lang's face in an instant. His mind went blank, but his body lunged forward faster than his consciousness could, scooping Chu Xiao's cold body up from the ground.
"Chu Xiao, Chu Xiao, wake up! Wake up, you little brat!"
Pei Lang's voice trembled violently, filled with unprecedented panic.
Depend on!
He can't die!
He's dead, and I won't live long either!
Thinking of this, Pei Lang raised his hand and slapped Chu Xiao's face, which was covered in blood and dust, with two loud slaps. The force was so great that the sound was particularly crisp in the silent valley.
"Stop playing dead! Open your eyes, do you hear me?!"
Pei Lang practically screamed, tears streaming down his face, not even bothering to wipe them away, "If you dare to die here, your Elder Xuan Shuang will tear me apart alive!"
"He really would kill me! Even my father couldn't stop him!"
"Chu Xiao, don't die! If you're going to die, wait until you're out of the secret realm!"
"You little bastard! You want to drag me down with you even in death?! As expected, you sword cultivators who play with small iron pieces aren't just poor and stingy, but also all cunning old devils!!"
Perhaps it was because the two slaps were too forceful, or perhaps it was because Pei Lang's penetrating howl was too powerful, but Chu Xiao, who had already lost consciousness and was breathing weakly due to excessive blood loss, had his eyelashes tremble slightly.
He used all the strength he had left to barely lift his heavy eyelids, revealing a slit in the skin.
His eyes were unfocused and unfocused, yet they carried Chu Xiao's unique, cold arrogance that he maintained even on the verge of death.
He glanced with great difficulty at Pei Lang, who was wailing and howling in his arms. His lips moved slightly, almost inaudibly, but Pei Lang knew the shape of his mouth all too well—get lost.
But then, at that very moment!
"boom!"
A deep, muffled roar, accompanied by a tremor of the earth, came from above them.
Pei Lang subconsciously looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting!
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