Chapter 5: A Thief Steals Chickens in the Middle of the Night "Meeting is fate and cannot be turned back. Please...

The sky was shrouded in blood, and endless blood-red mist was swirling around. Gusts of fishy wind made people vomit, as if the wind was stained with the red of blood.

The scarlet blood gathered into a river and flowed to one person's feet.

The girl was wearing a white robe stained with blood. She stood there motionless, her eyes were like the cold blade of an icy sword, and her fair and beautiful face seemed to carry a kind of cruel beauty.

The red vertical mark between his eyebrows seemed to flow slowly downwards, and murderous intent spread in the air.

The girl pointed her sword at the sky. There stood a man in a blue robe, his hair tied up high with a golden crown. His face seemed to be obscured by mist and could not be seen clearly.

The man's expression seemed complicated, but he quickly calmed down and spoke in a deep voice, revealing his murderous intent: "Ayang, I didn't want to be your enemy. I never thought you would become like this."

"What? The body of a crippled and ugly ghost cultivator? This is all thanks to you. Is killing your wife to prove your truth the only way for you to be ruthless? What a joke. It's just an evil way. It's not even as good as the way of ghosts like us."

There were a few drops of blood on Xie Chuyang's face, and his voice was full of sarcasm.

There was sadness in the man's eyes, and he seemed to be reluctant.

His voice floated very far away, so soft that it almost melted into the wind, "Ayang, only by completely cutting off the emotional ties and getting rid of the inner demons can I achieve my immortal path. From the beginning to the end, you are my inner demon."

[How shameless! This person is sick. Is this a story about a male protagonist cultivating immortality? A male protagonist named Long Aotian who kills his wife to prove his truth?]

[My fists are hardened. Is this still the Bai Yueguang he mentioned earlier? Bai Yueguang is resurrected and has to die again?]

[Isn’t this male protagonist too disgusting? What kind of rubbish did the author write? Xie Chuyang is so miserable. Was she saving the male protagonist at the time to show his charm? Bad ending, bad ending, one-star bad review! ]

[This Bai Yueguang has too much hatred. She killed so many innocent people. She deserves to die. She is as evil as the male protagonist. It is better for them to die together.]

[I didn’t expect that Bai Yueguang didn’t die, and in the end he became a ghost king villain, slaughtering half of the cultivation world, just in time to pair up with another world-destroying villain]

A voice that came from nowhere interrupted Xie Chuyang's thoughts. Their words were strange and she had never heard of them before.

She stood there in a daze, watching the man she hated so much slashing her with a sword, and her body seemed to be fixed by something, unable to move. She stared at the sword piercing her dantian, shattering it, and her spiritual power rushed out from it.

Her body could not bear the weight and large cracks appeared on it.

Xie Chuyang's spiritual energy dissipated, and he fell to the ground stiffly like the body of a puppet.

When Xie Chuyang was on the verge of death, he stretched out his hand to grab the bright red, but in the end, the red silk slipped through his fingers, and his blood-stained hand fell down powerlessly.

The ghost cultivator's body could not withstand the impact and broke into pieces. The red silk on his wrist was torn into rags along with its owner.

Xie Chuyang is dead.

Xie Tingyu suddenly woke up, sweating profusely. She subconsciously touched her chest, and the beating feeling there made her breathe a sigh of relief.

But that kind of unwillingness before death made her feel lost.

It was just a nightmare, why did it feel so real?

It's like I really died.

Also, who is Xie Chuyang?

With cold sweat running down her forehead and her long, thick eyelashes fluttering, Xie Tingyu raised her head. She didn't know where she was, but the place was decorated simply and elegantly. The thing she was lying on seemed to be a huge green jade.

Warm and comfortable.

Xie Tingyu suppressed the throbbing in his heart, looked around the room, and felt a little dazed.

My whole body was sore and I had to change all my clothes.

Xie Tingyu heard a rustling sound outside the window. She reached out and pushed open the window. A figure holding a sword came into view. The simple and elegant crescent-white robe seemed to be glowing in the night.

The moonlight blurred the man's cold profile, exuding a bright color.

Noticing Xie Tingyu's gaze, the man turned his head, and an impeccable and gentle smile appeared on his cold face, "But did I wake up my junior sister? Sorry."

Staring at Wen Zhiyu's face, Xie Tingyu was inevitably stunned, thinking: "Why does a villain look so good?"

Wen Zhiyu sat in the courtyard with his back straight. He lowered his head and continued to wipe his ice-blue sword. The moment Xie Tingyuxin's voice rang out, his movements stopped.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Villain?

If he is a villain, who will be the positive character and who will kill him?

I'm afraid there is no such capable person in this world.

"Such a handsome guy, but he has a mouth." Another voice mixed with sighs echoed in my mind.

Wen Zhiyu placed the handkerchief he was using to wipe the long sword on the stone table and sneered, "Junior sister has been lying in bed for three days and two nights. It's time for her to get out and move around."

"Brother, you've been guarding me for three days and two nights?" Xie Tingyu closed the window expressionlessly, took the coat from the hanger and put it on, then opened the door and walked out.

Wen Zhiyu raised his head, "That's not the case."

"Master is out, let me teach you the basic skills and send you to school tomorrow." Wen Zhi sheathed the Gui sword and stood up.

Xie Tingyu tilted his head, "What kind of mental method? Can I practice it even if I don't have spiritual roots? Also, why should I, a mortal, go to school?"

Wen Zhiyu answered the first two questions first. "Master's unique Guiyu Heart Method, which comes from a foreign language and can be used to polish jade, is particularly suitable for Junior Sister's name. As for spiritual roots..." Wen Zhiyu chuckled when he said this.

"Junior sister, you should read less storybooks. We are cultivating the astronomical charts."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling red and blue light appeared under Wen Zhiyu's feet, and a familiar Yin-Yang fish appeared.

Wen Zhi and had shown it before in Fanyin Temple.

Xie Tingyu looked at the Yin-Yang fish that was getting bigger and bigger, and couldn't help asking, "If there is no spiritual root, where is the spiritual energy stored, or can the star disk be gathered in the dantian?"

When the Yin-Yang Fish expanded to a radius of four meters, it was almost covering the entire courtyard, with warmth and lowered eyes.

"Young man travels, Fu Shiyu, traces back the origin, sighs and cares for the world, and looks at the sea tide. Young man travels to cultivate the body, Fu Shiyu cultivates the bones, traces back the origin to cultivate the qi, sighs and cares for the soul, and looks at the sea tide to cultivate the spirit. Only when both the body and mind are prepared can one successfully enter the tribulation period."

"And the function of Dantian is naturally to warm the star disk. After the tracing back to the origin, the star disk is divided into two. The auxiliary disk is in Dantian, and the main disk -" Wen Zhiyu pointed to his head, "is here."

The gentle voice was blown away by the night wind. Xie Tingyu nodded slowly, feeling that the realm of this cultivation world was much more troublesome than the ghost house.

The ghost palace is divided into nine levels, from the ninth level to the level of transcending tribulation.

Before she came to the world of cultivation, she had reached the middle stage of the ninth level, ranking last among the four ghost kings, but she was much more powerful than the other little ghosts.

After all, she was only seventeen.

Xie Tingyu had a head of black hair that fell to her waist.

Wen Zhiyu glanced at her, took out a slightly tattered booklet from his pocket and threw it to her, "This is the mental method written by our master himself. Read it carefully and try to learn it before the final exam."

"Master asked Senior Brother Wen to teach me. Is this how I will teach you?"

"It was the same for me back then. My junior sister was very talented and was able to learn it easily."

[If you can't learn it, you don't even have the qualifications to be my junior sister]

The system pops up an accurate translation.

Wen Zhiyu particularly liked to go around in circles, and Xie Tingyu thought that Wen Zhiyu was praising her and felt that the sun had risen from the west. However, after hearing what the same-speech conversion system said, she became furious.

She said coldly: "Who wants to be your junior sister?"

"Junior sister, do you have any misunderstanding about what I said? If I can do something despite my stupidity, it should be easy for you, Junior Sister Xie." Wen Zhiyu narrowed her eyes.

An innocent look appeared on his face, as if he had been wronged by Xie Tingyu.

"Oh, by the way, Junior Sister naturally drew Qi into her body the day she subdued the divine sword. Now she is already a young man in the Second Heaven, so she should stop considering herself a mortal."

Xie Tingyu sneered, and after flipping through the brochure for a while, Wen Zhiyu suddenly came over and said, "Let me take you to a place."

Just as Xie Tingyu had put the booklet away, someone grabbed him by the back of the collar.

He was caught off guard and landed on a sword.

Wen Zhiyu grabbed Xie Tingyu's collar with one hand and used the other hand to make the sword fly. He looked indifferent with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Soon, the flying sword fell, and Xie Tingyu stumbled and jumped off the sword.

My stomach started to churn.

"Wen Zhiyu, are you sick?" Xie Tingyu's eyes were fierce, but he didn't say anything. He stared at the movement of Wen Zhiyu's index finger lightly touching his thin lips, and cursed in his heart.

Wen Zhiyu seemed to be in a good mood. He heard Xie Tingyu's inner thoughts and felt the discomfort caused by the same heart spell, but he did not take any other action.

A pair of phoenix eyes glanced at her, and the voice was gentle and clear, "This place is especially suitable for viewing the moon, Junior Sister, would you like to join us? You must enjoy the days without going to school."

"Moon watching? You are really interested in this." Xie Tingyu tilted his head.

The person next to me was looking at the fence not far away.

When Xie Tingyu was puzzled, Wen Zhiyu suddenly laughed, "Junior sister, if you can grab the things in the fence with your spiritual power, it means that you have mastered the method of luck."

[I suggest you just grab it with your hands, because I think you haven't gotten the hang of it]

Xie Tingyu had good eyesight, so he could naturally see what was behind the fence in the dark.

Round shape, black hair, white fangs.

A bit like a wild boar.

"Is there something on my face?" Xie Tingyu asked without looking away.

Wen Zhiyu was confused, frowned, turned around and glanced at Xie Tingyu's face, "No."

"Take a good look at me. Does the word 'fool' appear on my face?" Xie Tingyu rolled his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him suddenly laughed, and his body trembled slightly with laughter.

"If you had really listened to me, you would have said those two words. What a pity, you were just one step away from it." Wen Zhiyu sighed in a pretentious manner.

Finally, Wen Zhi took matters into her own hands and caught a chicken.

Before Xie Tingyu could react, Wen Zhi moved and appeared next to the vegetable garden ten steps away and quickly started a fire.

The chicken didn't even have the chance to struggle before it was forced to become Wen Zhiyu's meal.

Xie Tingyu moved a stone and squatted opposite Wen Zhiyu, watching Wen Zhiyu's skillful movements and making two "tsk tsk" sounds.

The bright moon appeared and disappeared from time to time, the chirping of insects added a bit of fun to the night, and the alluring fragrance filled Xie Tingyu's nostrils without her knowing when.

Wen Zhiyu rolled up his sleeves and slowly sprinkled the seasoning on the roast chicken, adding a touch of fiery charm to his handsome face that seemed beyond human form.

But Xie Tingyu did not look at him, but stared at the chicken on the fire. The crispy and golden skin was particularly tempting. Wen Zhiyu handed over a chicken leg. Xie Tingyu hesitated for a moment, and under Wen Zhiyu's gaze, he took a bite of the tender meat, which was particularly delicious.

"Aren't you afraid that I might poison you?"

"If I die, you won't be able to live either." Xie Tingyu's calm and beautiful face had a hint of satisfaction, and his words were as cold as usual.

The two of them stopped talking and just ate by themselves.

Wen Zhi's usually smiling face also relaxed at this moment, looking extremely inhuman.

Xie Tingyu turned a blind eye. This was not the first time that Wen Zhiyu revealed his true face in front of her. Xie Tingyu could also imagine that there were dark waves in this peaceful night.

Her other hand, hidden in her long sleeves, pinched a small green snake, which wrapped around her wrist. Xie Tingyu remained expressionless.

A dark aura was faintly emerging behind Wen Zhiyu. He trembled his fingers lightly and brushed off a layer of black ash. The skin that came into contact with the black ash quickly turned black, but he still showed a gentle smile.

Until a manic shout broke the silence.

"Which little bastard stole my chicken!!"

Xie Tingyu raised her eyes, and Wen Zhiyu's figure had disappeared.

She cursed him for being unsportsmanlike, threw the snake away, and tore off another chicken leg from the unfinished roast chicken and took it away.

The little snake quickly disappeared in the grass.

After taking two steps, I met a young man in blue clothes.

The boy had a cold expression on his face, which looked a bit like a child pretending to be cool to Xie Tingyu.

The young man gently scolded, "Who are you and why are you breaking into the Spirit Beast Peak in the middle of the night?"

Xie Tingyu suddenly had an idea and stuffed the greasy chicken leg in his hand into his hand, with a tone that did not allow for any objection.

The boy didn't react for a moment, the person in front of him disappeared in an instant, only the clear female voice echoed in the wind.

"Meeting is fate and cannot be turned back. I will treat you to a chicken drumstick."