Chapter 135 She Ran Away Again!: That night, upon returning home, Xi Congshuang said she planned to leave the tea town. At that time...
That night, upon returning home, Xi Congshuang said she planned to leave the tea town.
At that time, Xi Congshuang was sitting in the courtyard directing the paper figures to sweep the floor, wielding the tall brooms with great force.
Su Wenxin sat to one side, resting her chin on her hand as she watched, her feelings quite complicated.
If the people of Feixian Palace knew that their young master trained his pain tolerance by sweeping the floor every day, I wonder what they would think.
Upon closer reflection, it wasn't just about sweeping; Xi Congshuang wouldn't give up using her spiritual power to accomplish anything that could be done with it.
As for the effects, they were there. The chances of her face turning pale after using spiritual power decreased significantly, and the serious injuries she sustained when she forced her way through the barrier of the Cliff of Contemplation were also brought under control.
Xi Congshuang had many elixirs and miraculous medicines, but she couldn't absorb them well. Taking them would only cause further damage to her spiritual palace, so she could only try to treat them slowly.
From vomiting blood every night whenever he used his spiritual power, to being able to use only a portion of his spiritual power at will, he was seriously injured and spent three years recovering, but he never stayed in bed for a single day.
Is this even human?
Su Wenxin's low cultivation level does not mean she is ignorant.
This injury would have turned any cultivator to dust or caused their soul to be scattered long ago. How could they possibly be so lazy as to use paper dolls every day?
While lost in thought, Su Wenxin suddenly heard what the person next to him said, and subconsciously replied, "Okay."
"..." Wait, what did she say?
Once Xi Congshuang received a response, she began to think of the best route in her mind. The first key point was to find the route with the fewest cultivators, because encountering cultivators would never be a good thing.
Instead of choosing the fastest route to the battlefield and the border between immortals and demons.
If she wanted to go there, she would have arrived three years ago, instead of slowly setting off today.
Along the way, Xi Congshuang secretly collected all the information she could, even reading many unorthodox stories about love between humans and demons, hoping to find some clues in unofficial histories. It was definitely not because Xi Congshuang herself liked to read them.
Without exception, they all mentioned the point that "humans and demons are different, flesh and blood cannot be reconciled, and heaven and earth cannot tolerate them."
It was at this moment that Xi Congshuang realized just how earth-shattering her mother had been.
Demons only look like humans; in essence, they are worlds apart from humans, and cultivation is simpler for them than breathing.
This race does not reproduce through the fusion of flesh and blood, but is born by gathering demonic energy. They have no concept of blood ties and only believe in the law of the jungle. If they do not have the ability to protect themselves at the beginning of their birth, they will really be eaten by other demons.
However, because of this concept, the number of demons is far less than that of demon cultivators, and most of them live only in their birthplace, the Demon Realm.
It seems there is a reproductive barrier between humans and demons, otherwise why would stories so often depict miscarriages, enraging one of the main characters who then go on a killing spree...
Furthermore, the walking "Heaven and Earth Cannot Tolerate" tilted its head to the side, where Su Wenxin was sitting.
If the problem of her shattered spiritual palace cannot be cured, the demonic bloodline in her body will inevitably be a disaster for her. She does not want this journey to be entirely unpleasant and arduous for Su Wenxin.
At least we've shared many happy moments together.
Xi Congshuang spoke up, bringing Su Wenxin back to her senses as she left: "You're unhappy here, and I don't want you to be unhappy either, so why don't you just leave?"
Just like the Qingfeng faction, they could leave whenever they wanted.
Su Wenxin didn't need to sleep; she spent the whole night packing her luggage. She arrived empty-handed but left with a large suitcase full.
Xi Congshuang carefully selected what she needed and put it into her Qiankun sleeve to take away. What she didn't really need, she simply cleared out and gave to her neighbors.
At daybreak, they said goodbye to their neighbors, returned the keys to the brokerage firm, and got a new awning boat. The two of them boarded the boat again.
The covered boat sailed across the vast waters, heading off in high spirits.
After a month away, Feixian Palace finally found a clue and discovered this earthly town.
It was a bright, sunny day, and the market was bustling with activity when suddenly we heard a few gasps of surprise. We looked up with the people around us.
"What did you see that made your jaw drop?"
"Gods! There are gods in heaven who can fly!"
"Gods? Where are there gods?"
"That, that's a god!"
It turned out that several flying immortals had appeared in the sky, seemingly riding the wind. They flew over the heads of the crowd, looked down at them, and the onlookers were all startled, no longer daring to utter a sound.
Seemingly having failed to find the person they were looking for, the several immortals, their robes fluttering, set off again, heading straight for the ya xing (a place name), before gracefully landing.
"I am your employer. I have questions for you all, and you must answer truthfully." After showing his identification badge, the male cultivator asked, "Seniors...?"
As he spoke, the male cultivator respectfully took something from the cultivator behind him, and a half-body phantom with blindfolds appeared in front of everyone.
Lifelike and vivid, if it weren't for the fact that the person appeared on a crystal-clear stone, one would really think that a living person was standing in front of them.
The people in the brokerage firm were stunned.
"Take a good look, have you seen this person before?" The landlord urged, afraid that the cultivators behind him would get angry. "Stop standing there, speak up!"
Hearing the rebuke, everyone quickly came to their senses.
"It seems... I haven't seen it before."
This was the first time the junior manager of the brokerage firm had met the true owner of his business. He had heard from the shopkeeper that his owner was a deity who had lived for over a hundred years and possessed unparalleled strength.
Unexpectedly, the day he personally visited the brokerage firm was one in which he was carried there by several young, slender cultivators behind the owner.
The leader was a female cultivator in a purple dress, with a cold expression. It was clear that the master feared her the most.
The landlord felt like he was sitting on pins and needles: "I've seen it, or I haven't. What do you mean by 'seems'? Think about it carefully!"
The steward also became frightened and hurriedly looked at it carefully again.
The figure was blindfolded, unsmiling, and as stern as snow. Although her nose and chin looked somewhat familiar, her white hair was truly striking.
Everyone thought that no one but an old woman would have such white hair, yet she looked so young.
My first reaction was that I had never seen anyone like this before.
The master turned to the female cultivator and said, “Senior, you see, they really haven’t seen it before, and neither have I. We really didn’t withhold information!”
The woman in purple stepped forward, raised her palm and brushed it across the face of the illusory figure. A burst of spiritual energy flashed in her palm, and when she lowered her hand again, the illusory figure underwent a great change.
Her once white hair turned black, the white blindfold disappeared, revealing her elegant and slender, exquisitely beautiful eyebrows and eyes. Although the woman still kept her eyes closed, exuding an aura that kept people at a distance, she already looked very familiar.
Lan Hui: "And now?"
Before the manager could speak, one of the waiters blurted out, "I've seen her before! Isn't this Miss Su from Locust Flower Lane?"
Miss Su? Just by hearing that surname, you can tell who she comes from.
They did consider using Su Wenxin's portrait to find her, but the fifteen-year-old girl's appearance changed drastically during her growth, making her even harder to find than Xi Congshuang's portrait, so they eventually gave up on this approach.
Lan Hui frowned slightly: "What did you say her name was?"
Waiter: "Her name is Su Meiming."
Lan Hui: "..."
"Su Meiming?" The two disciples of Feixian Palace looked at each other in bewilderment.
Su Meiming, isn't that Su Meiming?
The two disciples asked in unison, "Where is she now?"
The manager said, "She cancelled the lease a month ago and left by boat."
Lan Hui and her fellow students: "..."
They really did run away.
They fled a month ago, by water; how could they possibly be found?
But returning empty-handed was not an option, so Lan Hui led a group of people to the courtyard where Xi Congshuang had lived for three years to see if there were any clues.
The result was nothing. Because the master had lived there before, the courtyard had been reserved in advance, and the family even raised chickens in their yard.
As soon as the door opened, a large hen and her chicks clucked all over the place. Lan Hui decisively declined the lady's invitation to come in for tea.
After asking the neighbors and hearing a bit of what Su Meiming had said, Lan Hui fell completely silent. She had given them a rice cooker, two bowls, several plates, a copper washbasin, and two large wooden tubs.
No one knew where she was going.
One of the girls held up a net and said, "Sister Su also gave me this tassel; it's my favorite shade of blue."
The two junior female students asked in surprise, "Really? Can I touch it?"
Yan Yan generously handed over the knotted cord in her hand: "Let me show you."
Lan Hui raised her hand and took the tassel, examining it repeatedly in her palm. The technique was meticulous and the design exquisite. After looking at it over and over for a while, she handed it to her two junior sisters behind her.
It seems that the young master has been living a rather carefree life all these years.
Lan Hui said to the old woman, "We're sorry to have bothered you, we'll be leaving now."
The two junior sisters returned the tassels to their hands and followed behind Lan Hui.
"Senior Sister, what should we do if we can't find the Young Palace Master?"
Lan Hui was also concerned about this matter: "The traces have been wiped clean, but the young palace master is more cautious than before. When he left, he even used a covered boat instead of a spiritual artifact. There is no way to find the direction based on the traces of spiritual energy, so his whereabouts are still unknown."
One of the junior sisters said, "If only the fake palace master hadn't burned everyone's heart lamps."
If the Heart Lamp were still there, an array could be set up based on the heart's blood within it to track the young master's whereabouts, eliminating the need for such a troublesome personal search. It's just a pity that there are no "ifs".
"Let's go back and report first." Lan Hui summoned her natal spiritual weapon, stepped on it, and flew away from the tea town.
The old lady next door looked up and watched the figures disappear into the distance, and exclaimed, "Goodness, I never thought Miss Su was a real deity! All her subordinates can fly!"
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Just as Lan Hui had thought, Xi Congshuang first traveled by water, and when she reached a dead end, she went ashore, sold the boat, bought a horse-drawn carriage, and continued her leisurely journey.
This time, they didn't kill as they went. Those three years were spent killing evil spirits so fiercely that they were caught by clues and found their way to the tea town.
Until they left the last city inhabited by mortals, they could only take the route frequented by cultivators, and the two embarked on their journey to the battlefield between immortals and demons.
The further north they went, the more often they encountered cultivators, and later they even saw demonic cultivators.
Because the two of them always chose to go to secluded places, those places were the easiest places for filth to hide and for demonic cultivators to lurk.
These demonic cultivators truly despise cultivators in the cultivation world. They want to kill them on sight, threatening to rob them of all their spirit stones and then give them a quick death.
Initially, Su Wenxin usually managed to kill them all, and Xi Congshuang rarely had a chance to make a move.
Later, Xi Congshuang became the one who took the most action, while Su Wenxin was responsible for finishing off the enemies. They continued to steal from each other, and the Qiankun Bag contained even more items than when they arrived.
It was at this moment that Su Wenxin finally understood why Xi Congshuang stayed in the tea town for three years before setting off. If it were three years ago, she really wouldn't have been able to deal with so many demonic cultivators smoothly, and Xi Congshuang would have had to protect her at every turn.
At that time, she had fighting spirit but no strategy; no matter how strong her fists were, she was prone to dying from exhaustion.
The two walked and stopped frequently, eventually reaching the vicinity of the battlefield.
"Three hundred miles west of this city gate lies the ruins of a battlefield," Xi Congshuang said, standing in the cultivator market, picking through the items on the stalls.
Su Wenxin's attention was drawn to her words, and she looked up at the tightly closed city gate.
Tianxin City is located near the Immortal-Demon Battlefield and is the last checkpoint to reach it. To enter or leave the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, one must obtain the City Lord's Order.
Such restrictions are not only to prevent demonic cultivators from the abyss from entering the cultivation world, but also to prevent opportunistic cultivators.
After all, it was an ancient battlefield ruin where too many cultivators died. Their bodies and storage bags fell into it and could not be retrieved in time. Countless spiritual treasures were also lost there.
Naturally, there will be cultivators who go to the battlefield between immortals and demons in search of spiritual treasures, hoping to emulate their predecessors and find top-grade spiritual artifacts to turn their lives around.
However, the battlefield between immortals and demons is not as simple as everyone thinks. Because too many cultivators have died there, some of whom cultivated demonic arts, the area is filled with malevolent energy, and not a blade of grass grows within a hundred miles.
Those who step into it will at best have their minds affected and harm their companions, and at worst be directly devoured by the malevolent energy, becoming companions with countless wronged souls, never to be reincarnated.
Xi Congshuang's task was not only to leave the city gate and head towards the vicinity of the battlefield, but also to bypass the battlefield and head towards the abyss.
Su Wenxin: "But we can't leave this gate without the City Lord's Token, and getting the City Lord's Token isn't easy either. Do we have to reveal our identity?"
After putting down her things, Xi Congshuang moved freely through the group of cultivators: "No, that's too much trouble."
Su Wenxin: "Then what should we do?"
Xi Congshuang: "Easy, it's a dark and windy night..."
Upon hearing this, Su Wenxin felt a chill, thinking that Xi Congshuang planned to sneak into the city lord's mansion at night and then take his place. There were rumors that the city lord was in seclusion recently, and if she succeeded in causing trouble, she could come and go freely. But wouldn't that be more troublesome?
Then she slowly continued, "The night I climbed over the wall."
Su Wenxin: "..."
Xi Congshuang smiled faintly and said, "I just released my divine sense and found a loophole in the city wall barrier. We can climb over the wall from there."
That night, when all was quiet, a few people appeared at the foot of the city wall.
These people were strangers to each other, having come from all directions of the city. After confirming that there were no cultivators guarding the city gates, they gathered under the "little-known" barrier loophole.
The group of people who wanted to climb over the wall looked at each other, none of them made a move, and silently arranged the order of climbing over the wall, each showing their own unique methods.
"See? I told you that it's a dark and windy night to climb over the wall. I wasn't the only one who did it this way; others did too."
When Xi Congshuang arrived late, she saw several orbs of light looking at each other under the hole. There were colorful spiritual cultivators and also demonic cultivators whose magic power was so dense that it was like a ball.
Everyone heard the voice of the newcomer and looked on alertly.
But what they saw was a cultivator with his eyes covered by a white cloth, leading a swordsman carrying a long sword. They looked perfectly innocent, but they were actually doing something sneaky, like climbing over walls. They were even strolling around and chatting with the swordsman beside them.
The swordsman looked sharp and imposing, but judging from his cultivation level, he was merely at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm and nothing to fear.
On the contrary, the former, a blind man with flowing sleeves and an unfathomable cultivation level, was impossible to discern.
Either they used a magical treasure to deliberately conceal it, or their cultivation level was already above that of others. Either way, they are not to be trifled with.
Who knows if she has any other trump cards up her sleeve? Nobody would rush to their death at this critical juncture.
Just then, Xi Congshuang spoke up: "I'm going out too, you can do as you please."
With their own thoughts, everyone under the city wall focused on scaling it.
The presence of demonic cultivators in cities near the battlefield didn't surprise Xi Congshuang much, let alone the existence of loopholes.
Three hundred years have passed since the great war between immortals and demons. The Palace Master of the Flying Immortal Palace, who once led the righteous path and commanded the cultivators of the cultivation world to fight against the demons, has been living in seclusion for no more than three hundred years.
Three hundred years is enough time for many things to happen.
For example, the once monolithic Tianxin City has become a chaotic city of cultivators; the city lord is old and indifferent to worldly affairs, not wanting to offend either side, thus allowing loopholes to exist; and a treasure-hunting craze has emerged among cultivators, with people often sneaking out of the city at night to search for treasures, risking their lives.
Just before climbing over the wall, Xi Congshuang turned to the person next to her and said, "We'll have to improvise later."
Before setting off, Xi Congshuang made several plans, told Su Wenxin about them one by one, and handed over her things to keep safe.
She knew all too well that as long as they stayed in Tianxin City, everyone was safe; once they went outside, it was hard to say what would happen.
As Xi Congshuang had expected, the peace under the city wall was only temporary. After climbing out of the city wall barrier, which was easy to leave but difficult to enter, Xi Congshuang heard the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground as soon as she landed, and a strong smell of blood spread around her.
Someone died, and the other party planned to attack her next. Xi Congshuang made a quick judgment and protected the person behind her.
Xi Congshuang looked up. Regardless of day or night, in her eyes, which were blindfolded with white silk, the world was a giant infrared imager.
It was clear that one of the orbs of light in front of her had disappeared, leaving several spiritual cultivators watching from a distance. These people had climbed over the wall earlier than the axe-wielding demonic cultivators and found a place to hide themselves well in advance.
Su Wenxin witnessed the cultivator killing someone, and her face tightened.
The axe-wielding demonic cultivator walked heavily towards Xi Congshuang, saying, "Your cultivation is unfathomable, you have hidden injuries, your spiritual power is limited, and most importantly, you are blind. I knew I wasn't wrong, you are Xi Congshuang."
Xi Congshuang said calmly, "There are countless blind people in the world, and I am not the only blind cultivator. I am Su Meiming, you have mistaken me for someone else."
Unnoticed by anyone, Xi Congshuang flicked her sleeve, and a spirit pearl rolled out from it, which she held in her hand.
If someone with a discerning eye were to see it, they would know that the spiritual power contained within this spirit pearl is equivalent to the total spiritual power of several spirit stone mines combined, and that the spiritual power inside is so concentrated that it could be dissolved into water.
Xi Congshuang could use herself as a bridge to transfer spiritual energy and blast away eight or ten demonic cultivators.
"Su Meiming? You dare to play me for fools?" The axe-wielding demonic cultivator recited the name once, quickly realized what was happening, and swung his axe at the target.
"Why not stay in the Flying Immortal Palace? You insist on running out of your turtle shell to seek death. If you know what's good for you, quickly bring out all your magical artifacts, and I'll give you a quick death!"
With a single axe strike, sand and stones flew everywhere, making it impossible to return to the city through the gap in the barrier. This demonic cultivator had been biding his time in the city for this very moment.
He attacked swiftly, his black hurricane-like magic creating a massive and overwhelming force. The other cultivators hidden in the shadows showed no pity, but instead widened their eyes, eager to see how the young master of the number one palace in the world would die.
Feixian Palace could never have imagined that their young palace master, whom they had worked so hard to raise, would die so quietly and never be found again.
But in Xi Congshuang's eyes, these attacks were the opposite; they were just flashy but ineffective killing moves.
Xi Congshuang's smile vanished. She pulled Su Wenxin behind her protectively and struck out with her palm.
A simple palm strike, without any additional weapons; a truly powerful cultivator never needs many countermeasures, only brute force to overcome all techniques.
Since the spiritual vein was forcibly widened that time, Xi Congshuang felt more at ease and had a vague idea about her situation.
"Oh no, this is a trap!" The axe-wielding monk turned and ran.
However, it was too late. A palm strike imbued with spiritual power shattered the axe-wielding demon cultivator's blade, and the spiritual power, undiminished, attacked him.
The axe-wielding cultivator, unable to escape in time, was killed with a single blow, coughing up blood as he collapsed to the ground.
Within a quarter of an hour, two more corpses appeared at the foot of the city wall, joining the others who had already died.
Xi Congshuang calmly withdrew her palm and said in a low voice, "You've all seen it. Anyone who's not afraid of death, come on."
"..."
Who would dare to come now!
A chill ran down the spines of those hiding in the shadows; they felt a fear that their whereabouts had been discovered, and they hurriedly left under the cover of night.
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