Thick smoke billowed from the narrow alley, gradually subsiding after an hour.
Shi Lan walked unsteadily down the alley with slumped shoulders, her footsteps making a dragging, heavy sound on the rough stone pavement.
Will-o'-the-Wisp walked aloofly to the side, and seeing her extremely unusual behavior, he remarked, "This isn't the first time you've killed someone, is it?"
Shi Lan paused, turned her head to look at him, her voice trembling as she tried to suppress it, "So what if I am? I'm a good girl, unlike you who kills without blinking an eye."
Shi Lan's words made Gui Huo pause, his dark eyes darkening. "I only kill those who deserve to die, and I never provoke the innocent."
Will-o'-the-wisp's voice was as cold as ever, but Shi Lan could detect displeasure in it. Thinking of his silent actions when dealing with Xu Jiao and Zhao Chao earlier, Shi Lan glanced at him apologetically and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood earlier and said the wrong thing."
Ghostfire pursed his lips slightly, his indifferent expression softening slightly.
Outside the alley, people came and went in an endless stream, and the cries of vendors rose and fell. Shi Lan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, her mood gradually improving. The question of what to do next came next.
“Um, Will-o'-the-Wisp, I’ve been down the mountain for a while now, and my master has been very worried about me. Now that I’ve avenged myself, it’s time to go back and put his mind at ease.”
A glint flashed in Will-o'-the-Wisp's eyes, and he parted his thin lips slightly, "What happens after we get back? When will we go down the mountain again?"
Shi Lan tilted her head and thought for a long time before saying uncertainly, "Probably after the Breakthrough Realm."
The reason she said "probably" was because, in addition to seeking revenge, the original owner also hoped that her master could live out the rest of his life in peace. Now that Xu Jiao and Zhao Chao were dead, and Shi Lan had completed most of her mission, she herself did not know when she would leave.
As for what to do with the mess after they leave, that's up to Mingxiao and the man named Haoze in the space.
etc……
As the thought crossed her mind, Shi Lan suddenly stiffened.
The name Haoze sounds so familiar...
Recalling the thrilling scene that Mingxiao had sent her, she finally remembered who the man was.
Good heavens, I never expected that she would actually sit on a chair conjured by a god who dared to defy heaven and earth.
Shi Lan's mind went blank for a moment, and she stood there dumbfounded on the bustling street.
When Ghostfire saw her with her head down and silent, his heart clenched, and an extremely unfamiliar emotion spread through his heart in circles.
What happened? Having lived for decades, Ghost Fire was completely at a loss with these uncontrollable emotions, so he chose to disappear.
Shi Lan sorted out her thoughts, which felt as if she had been struck by lightning. When she looked up, there was nothing in front of her; the will-o'-the-wisp had vanished without a trace.
"What's going on? They just disappeared without a word. Are they even friends?" On the way back to the sect, Shi Lan kept muttering to herself about Gui Huo's behavior.
Taiqing Town was under the jurisdiction of Qingmen. Shi Lan only traveled for a day and a half and stepped into the sect just as it got dark.
Upon hearing that Shi Lan had returned, Wu Ming rushed down from the martial arts hall halfway up the mountain.
"My dear disciple, you're finally back," Wu Ming said, tears streaming down his face, almost bursting into tears as he hugged Shi Lan.
Shi Lan looked helplessly at Wu Ming, who was acting like a child, and reached out to wipe away his tears. "Alright, Master, I'm back now, aren't I?"
Wu Ming nodded, his dry, rough hands pulling her up and down, scrutinizing her carefully. Only after seeing that her clothes were neat and clean, her breathing steady and long, and her face rosy and tender did he release her hand, stroking his two-inch-long beard and striking a pose of superiority. "How was your trip down the mountain this time?"
Shi Lan smiled and nodded, "That's good, I've found the real culprit who killed my parents."
Wu Ming, whose eyes were already half-closed, suddenly opened them wide. "Really? Did he hurt you? Do you want me to stand up for you? Hey, say something! You're making me so anxious!"
Shi Lan smiled as she watched Wu Ming jump around, until he couldn't wait any longer, then she pulled him back. "No need, Master. I've already avenged you," Shi Lan told Wu Ming about what had happened along the way.
After listening, Wu Ming sighed and said, "I also know about the secret technique of the Demonic Spirit Sect. It's an evil art that has caused chaos throughout the world. Those who practice it commit countless evil deeds, resorting to any means to steal vital energy. For a time, not only disciples of various sects, but even villagers in towns who practiced some physical techniques lived in fear. In order to stabilize the people's hearts and protect their own disciples, the sect leaders sent out a large number of elites, and it took them more than ten years to eradicate this evil art. This Zhao Chao, being able to obtain this, does have some ability. However, practicing evil arts is ultimately not a long-term solution. My dear disciple, you must take this as a warning and not be greedy for quick success or take these crooked paths!"
Wu Ming's last words were earnest and meaningful. Shi Lan smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, Master. I killed those two people right away. This secret technique will be completely extinct and no one will practice it anymore."
Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and patted her head, just like when she was a child. "My disciple is the best. A couple of days ago, I saw some salted meat drying in the canteen. It's just the right consistency now. Come on, let me make you your favorite braised pork belly."
Wu Ming walked ahead with his hands behind his back, while Shi Lan tilted her head slightly, listening with a smile as Wu Ming rambled on about what had happened in the house during her absence.
In the original owner's memories, Wu Ming always treated her extremely well. He not only took her with him for meals and cultivation, but also arranged for her to live in his own courtyard, enjoying treatment that surpassed that of a direct disciple.
The fact that the original owner was able to maintain a pure heart and make continuous progress in cultivation is largely due to Wu Ming's contributions.
As the days went by, Shi Lan broke through to the fifth level of the Condensation Realm with remarkable ease. What others considered a bottleneck was meaningless to her.
Wu Ming was overjoyed. Shi Lan was only twenty years old at the time. With her talent, as long as she was determined and worked hard to cultivate for several decades, she would definitely be able to break through the void, ascend to the upper realm, and become a new immortal legend.
Shi Lan smiled at his earnest expectations but remained silent. Although she continued to cultivate diligently, she began to consciously control the speed at which she broke through realms.
In this world, the lifespan of ordinary people is only about fifty years. Those who cultivate live longer, but it's still no more than a hundred or eighty years. Even someone like Wu Ming, who has entered the Breaking Mansion Realm, can only live up to one hundred and twenty years old at most, which is the limit.
When Wu Ming took the original owner as his disciple, he was already in his seventies, and now he is getting closer and closer to turning 18.
Shi Lan stayed at Qingmen, practicing the Body Refining Technique once a day, and spending the rest of her time bickering and arguing with Wu Ming. She lived a very carefree life.
On the side peak of Yunlang Mountain, at the highest summit, outside a delicate and elegant bamboo house, a man with a perpetually expressionless face stared fixedly into the distance.
Not far away, a man in black glanced at the man's tall and straight back and whispered, "Young Master, why don't we ask the elders of the sect to come and propose marriage? That way you can see the person you want to see every day."
Will-o'-the-wisp glanced at him coldly.
The man in black immediately lowered his head, silently counting the ants that were carrying a heavy load over his feet, inwardly regretting that he shouldn't have spoken up.
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