When Xie Wushuang went in to see Shen Xiuwen, Hua Xiangwan glanced at the carriage, then walked alone to the river and looked down at the water.

The river flowed in the moonlight. The water ghosts hid underwater, entangled like seaweed, greedily looking at Hua Xiangwan who was standing by the river.

Although she had no spiritual power, this water ghost couldn't hurt her. She lowered her head and watched the water ghost twisting underwater.

She found the water ghosts entangled and interesting, so she squatted down and wanted to reach out to touch them. However, as soon as she stretched out her hand, the sword energy swept across from behind her, and the water ghosts screamed and disappeared instantly.

Xie Wushuang's voice came from behind, a little cold: "Ghosts can confuse people's minds, young master, you should come back."

When Hua Xiangwan heard this, she turned around and saw Xie Wushuang looking at her calmly.

Hua Xiangwan nodded: "Thank you, Daojun."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Xie Wushuang's wound. The curse on him didn't seem to be getting better at all, and the black energy even became thicker, which was obviously much more serious than the curse on Shen Xiuwen. Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but frown.

With such a severe curse, who on earth did Xie Wushuang meet in the valley?

Xie Changji stood facing her gaze for a while, and when he saw that she did not move, he turned around and went under the tree, sat down cross-legged, placed the sword on his knees, connected his thumbs and middle fingers together, turned his palms up, and placed them on his knees on both sides to enter a state of meditation.

Seeing that he didn't care about the injuries on his body, Hua Xiangwan hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Xie Changji and half-knelt down.

"Xie Daojun, the curse doesn't feel good, does it?"

Hua Xiangwan propped up her chin and looked at Xie Wushuang: "However, let's make a deal. You tell me the purpose of your trip, and I will help you heal your wounds, okay?"

As expected, there was silence. Hua Xiangwan was not surprised and changed the condition: "Then tell me who hurt you?"

Still no words.

Hua Xiangwan felt helpless. Although they were both disciples of the younger generation, Xie Wushuang was much more difficult to deal with than Shen Xiuwen.

She changed her mind and realized that Xie Wushuang could not speak, but the wound could speak. She would know who cast the curse once she checked it.

Thinking about this, she suddenly reached out to pull Xie Wushuang's clothes off, but the other party was faster. The moment her hand was on the clothes, he grabbed her wrist and said calmly: "I don't want to negotiate conditions."

"Then let's not talk about it."

Hua Xiangwan smiled and said, "I'll heal your wound."

"It's the Yin Yang Sect's Yin Yang Saint Son," Xie Wushuang grabbed her hand and looked up at her, "If you still want to help me with my injuries, then I'll see."

Now that we know who did it, it’s meaningless to look at the wound again.

Xie Wushuang seemed to have guessed her thoughts completely, which made her feel a little angry for no reason.

She was silent for a moment, then pushed Xie Wushuang's hand away and angrily pulled open his clothes, revealing the wounds on his body.

The wounds on his body had long been torn by the curse and were bleeding profusely, but there was no trace of "pain" on his face. Hua Xiangwan cursed him as a lunatic, raised her hand and stabbed the silver needle around the wound on Xie Wushuang's chest, and said coldly: "There are not many of you Yunlai who can break the curse of the Western Territory. If I don't help you tonight, you will have to go to the Realm of Life and Death to find your master the next day."

"Why do you want to go find my master?" Xie Wushuang asked calmly.

The words "Yunlai is the only one who can decipher this kind of curse" almost came out of his mouth, but Hua Xiangwan stopped himself before he could say it.

It was she who taught Xie Changji how to decipher the spells of the Western Realm.

Few people in the Western Territory have seen the Ten Thousand Special Curses of the Yin-Yang Saint, let alone known how to break them.

There are not many people in the Western Territory who can decipher it. If Xie Changji had not met her and been cursed by her, Yun Lai would probably have never even seen this kind of curse.

But she naturally couldn't tell such a secret out loud, and it would be best if she had no connection with Xie Changji.

So she kept her voice down and just said, "Isn't Qing Heng Shang Jun the strongest in your Tianjian Sect? Besides him, who else can use this top-level spell?"

Xie Wushuang didn't say anything. Hua Xiangwan vaguely felt that he seemed to smile, but when she looked carefully, she saw that he was still as cold as usual.

This made her feel a little flustered. She turned her eyes away from him, quickly gave him acupuncture, and ordered coldly: "Give me your hand, give me some spiritual power."

Xie Changji obediently raised his uninjured hand, and Hua Xiangwan's palm fell into his hand. Spiritual power flowed into Hua Xiangwan's body through his palm. With the help of spiritual power, Hua Xiangwan began to draw talismans quickly on the wound, and Xie Wushuang's wound began to tremble.

Cold sweat dripped down Hua Xiangwan's forehead. She said hastily, "Use your spiritual power..."

Before he could finish his words, Xie Wushuang's spiritual power had already reached the wound and suddenly burst out.

The black gas rushed out from Xie Wushuang's wound as if it had broken free from shackles, and it opened its mouth to bite Hua Xiangwan. However, Xie Wushuang was faster. He grabbed Hua Xiangwan and pulled her to the side, raised his sword and cut off the black gas. Then he turned around and looked at Hua Xiangwan who was panting behind him. After confirming that she was fine, he put away the sword.

"You're really quick-witted," Hua Xiangwan watched his movements, smiled, straightened up, and leaned against the tree, "I haven't even finished talking yet, and you already know what I mean."

"Um."

"Xie Wushuang" was the response, but Hua Xiangwan couldn't figure out what he meant.

She looked at the peaceful young man and approached him: "You seem to know me very well?"

Xie Wushuang remained motionless, neither dodging nor avoiding, and only said, "I know much more than you think."

"for example?"

Hua Xiangwan raised her eyebrows. When Xie Changji heard this, he turned around and looked at her quietly through the white silk.

Hua Xiangwan couldn't see his eyes, but she could still feel that he seemed to have a lot to say. However, after a long time, he turned his head and just whispered, "Go to sleep."

As he said this, he stood up and walked to the side to make room for Hua Xiangwan: "I'll keep watch."

Looking at his expression, Hua Xiangwan knew that she would not be able to get any more information out of him tonight.

She curled her lips, lay down on the grass with her back to Xie Wushuang, and began to think about what happened today.

Qin Yunshang from Mingluan Palace has arrived, and now the Yin Yang Sect's Yin Yang Saint Son has also arrived, and the Five Poison Sect is also involved...

There is no way that so many people came from the Western Territory just to block her marriage with the Tianjian Sect.

Xie Wushuang is a descendant of the Sword of the Heart. Given his skills, he is likely to be the next successor to the Sword of the Heart.

What could have happened that could cause the core disciples of the Sword of Questioning Heart and the masters of the Western Territory to come out in droves?

Hua Xiangwan thought about it and his eyes gradually turned cold.

In these two hundred years, she had only seen one thing that had such charm.

That was the ghost spirit that she had sealed with her own hands two hundred years ago, but was eventually split into two halves and left wandering outside.

As far as she knew, half of the ghosts were missing, and the other half fell into the mysterious realm of the spirit void.

The Lingxu Secret Realm is about to open?

If it was really for the sake of the Ghost Spirit, then the Tianjian Sect only sent out Xie Wushuang, which should be considered stingy.

If the realm of life and death did not need to be guarded by the Sword of the Heart, perhaps Xie Changji himself might have come.

The moment this thought came to her mind, Hua Xiangwan's body froze. Shen Xiuwen's words suddenly flashed through her mind: "Shangjun Qingheng went against the grain and entered the world alone, almost slaughtering everyone in the world..."

If Xie Changji really massacred an entire world, and the alien world had no ability to commit crimes again, would the world of life and death still need him to guard it?

"Xie Wushuang," Hua Xiangwan thought of this and couldn't hold back her temper. She couldn't help but ask, "Does the Realm of Life and Death still need your master?"

Xie Wushuang did not reply. Hua Xiangwan felt that her question seemed a bit abrupt, so she quickly explained: "What I mean is..."

"He won't come," Xie Wushuang seemed to know exactly what she was going to ask, and said calmly, "He can't leave the realm of life and death."

Hua Xiangwan felt relieved after hearing this. She didn't say much. She covered herself with the quilt and closed her eyes, deciding to digest the good news and go to bed early.

She already knew roughly why it happened, so she was no longer panicked.

Xie Changji felt that she seemed to have fallen asleep, so he glanced over.

After looking for a long time, he thought about it, and the corners of his mouth quietly curved up slightly.