The silkworm demon appears!
The sect's assessment will be held a year later. If you fail the assessment, you will be expelled from the mountain.
Rong Yan vowed to cultivate diligently and never be expelled from the sect.
Just when he was cultivating day and night without making any progress, his senior sister told him to go down the mountain.
But three years haven't even passed yet, and they're going to kick him out just because he has an empty spiritual root that he can't cultivate?
Rong Yan lowered his head and silently packed his bags.
Lin Yueyao leaned against the door and said sparingly, "Going down the mountain is for training, not to rush you."
"Really?" Rong Yan's sorrow turned to joy. He dropped the bundle in his hand and jumped up to hug Lin Yueyao.
She frowned slightly, and Rong Yan stood rooted to the spot, awkwardly asking, "Will Senior Sister accompany me down the mountain?"
"That's exactly what Master said." Lin Yueyao glanced at him up and down. With his physique, he would only get beaten up if he went out to wander.
Knowing his own weakness, Rong Yan happily repacked his belongings and quickly folded his clothes.
Lin Yueyao found it troublesome, so she tossed out a spirit pouch and gestured for him to put the contents inside.
Spirit pouches are easy to carry, can hold all things, and can even store food at a constant temperature. This is why many cultivators will try to snatch each other's spirit pouches upon meeting, as they might find rare and precious materials or magical artifacts inside.
Rong Yan wasn't quite sure how to use it yet, so Lin Yueyao didn't say a word. She stepped forward, formed a hand seal, and channeled some spiritual energy into the clothes on the table, which then automatically entered her spiritual pouch.
He finished packing and, seeing that his senior sister hadn't brought anything, asked, "Aren't you packing anything, senior sister?"
Lin Yueyao turned around, revealing a crimson spirit pouch hidden beneath her raised sleeve, as bright and dazzling as her clothes.
They were just waiting for him. Since he couldn't fly on a sword, Lin Yueyao enlarged the Wenqing sword by two times, making it more than enough for the two of them to stand on.
Once you're down the mountain, everything has to be done on foot.
Wenqing carried the two of them and flew down to Lanxi Town. Since the last demon invasion, all the major sects had sent disciples to patrol and guard the area, and the patrol officers stationed here included people from the Misty Sect.
He was a disciple of Master Ganji, and according to seniority, she should call him senior brother.
The senior student prepared accommodation for the two of them in an ordinary farmer's house.
After settling in, Rong Yan looked sickly and seemed listless. As she came out of the house, she said to him, "Shall we go and see him?"
Rong Yan shook his head. "I'm not going."
The person is gone, and revisiting the place will only bring back painful memories and trouble the heart.
When they were resting at night, Wen Qing appeared without being summoned and gently patted her face. Lin Yueyao was awakened by the patting and quickly made her way to Rong Yan's room.
It was empty. She touched the blankets; they were cold, so they must have been gone for a long time.
Little brat...
While she wasn't looking, I sneaked out.
The situation was calm, no demonic energy was detected, and the house was as clean as ever, with no signs of a struggle, so nothing should have happened.
She flew onto the roof beam without disturbing the couple in the hut, and, carrying Wenqing's message, searched everywhere for them.
It was late at night, pitch black, and Lanxi Town was only so big; they couldn't find Rong Yan for a while.
Lin Yueyao stopped in her tracks, then suddenly realized something and picked up her sword, heading to the other end of the alley.
It was a desolate piece of land, with a layer of lush green grass sprouting from the ground beneath one's feet, and the pebbly path in front of the door covered with wildflowers and weeds.
A man was kneeling in the courtyard; it was Rong Yan. His voice was choked with emotion, and it was impossible to hear what he was saying.
Lin Yueyao stood at a safe distance, holding Wenqing, and hid behind a big tree. She could vaguely hear her father and mother's voices.
Rong Yan kowtowed again at the tightly closed door. The gatehouse was extremely desolate due to the lack of people. A thin layer of green had climbed up the eaves, which was caused by insect decay. Even swallows were unwilling to build their nests there.
He reluctantly left the courtyard and bumped into Lin Yueyao outside the gate.
In the stillness of the night, she was dressed in fiery red, her expression aloof, which startled Rong Yan. Still shaken, he said, "Senior Sister."
"If you dare to run around again, I'll beat you to death." She said fiercely and went back the way she came.
Rong Yan followed behind her back to the house. He saw his senior sister enter her room before he went back to his room.
They had to continue their journey until dawn.
Lin Yueyao had no further plans and would just go with the flow. She politely declined the carriage offered by her senior brother and headed towards the edge of Lanxi Town with Rong Yan.
The journey was peaceful, and we stayed overnight at a farmer's house along the way.
Cultivators rarely use gold or white items; instead, they carry spirit stones to barter for goods. Spirit stones are expensive and come in different qualities. High-grade spirit stones have pure spiritual energy, which can improve cultivation and help one break through to a higher level.
Low-grade spirit stones are only suitable for refining medicine, storing items, and trading.
The siblings passed through an ancient town, and Lin Yueyao exchanged spirit stones for two rooms.
If you are walking in a deserted place, sit down on the ground and use the "love charm" to draw a circle around yourself. The two of you will spend the night inside the circle, and no evil spirits will dare to approach.
Until this day, late at night. The sword, Wenqing, hummed and trembled as it tried to draw from its sheath.
It was demonic energy. Lin Yueyao smelled a bloody odor, but it wasn't unpleasant.
Each demon has a different scent. Spirits are extremely beautiful and have a sweet fragrance. Ordinary demons, on the other hand, emit an unbearable stench, especially male demons.
However, this demonic aura was so ordinary that she didn't notice it immediately; it was Wenqing who reminded her.
Lin Yueyao turned and left. Seeing her get up and leave, Rong Yan quickly stomped out the fire on the ground.
The siblings followed the eerie aura and found a small village. It was the dead of night, and there was not a sound.
Upon entering the village, a yellow dog lay sprawled on the ground, its neck snapped, and silver threads wrapped around its body.
A faint demonic aura lingered around the yellow dog, while Wenqing's sword flashed with sharp light, guiding her forward.
Dogs are intelligent and can see things that ordinary people cannot. To avoid the yellow dog barking and causing a disturbance, it was strangled to death.
Lin Yueyao took a step forward and walked into the pigpen next to the hut. Several pink piglets were unharmed, but there was a person lying on the ground, his body shriveled up. Beside him was a huge silkworm sucking on the person's arm, sucking him dry until he was a dried corpse.
A large pool of blood spread beneath the dead body, the smell of which overpowered the demonic aura; no wonder she couldn't detect it.
Rong Yan was so frightened that his legs went weak. He held up his sword and hid behind Lin Yueyao.
The village had no shortage of livestock, but the yellow dog died a violent death, and the piglets in the pigpen started acting strangely, squealing in panic.
In ordinary people's homes, a pig is equivalent to a year's worth of grain, more precious than a human life. Hearing the commotion, the owner of this house came out with a lamp, only to faint from fright at the sight of the giant silkworms in the pigsty.
The silkworm was probably starving, and it began to suck blood indiscriminately. Before it could finish sucking, Lin Yueyao arrived.
"You're courting death—" Lin Yueyao roared, drawing her sword to kill.
The silkworm was swollen all over, its body segmented and covered with tentacles. Although it was unable to move easily, it spun silk from its mouth and entangled Wenqing.
Unable to break free, Lin Yueyao unleashed a burst of flames, which burned the silkworms along the silk threads. The silkworms cried out, waking everyone in the village.
The piglets scattered in fright, and Rong Yan, knowing he couldn't help the monster and not wanting to anger it, went to comfort them and drive them to safety.
The villagers who rushed over, holding torches, mustered their courage and stepped forward to help, but Rong Yan quickly stopped them.
"It's dangerous here, everyone hide quickly." He urged the curious and frightened villagers. When they didn't leave, he pointed to the yellow dog on the ground and said, "We are from the Immortal Sect. This monster has already killed one person. My senior sister is doing her best to kill it. Please go back inside and don't come out."
The village chief hurriedly stopped the villagers from returning to their houses; everyone was terrified, and this night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
Rong Yan rushed over, and at that moment the silkworm was stabbed, and bright red blood seeped from the wound—human blood.
The silkworm, having sucked human blood, became much more powerful, spitting out more and more silk from its mouth. It swiftly broke through the ground and wrapped itself around Lin Yueyao's feet.
She couldn't move; even her hands were entangled.
The silkworm shifted its body, making a thumping sound as it tried to escape, but the silkworm silk became entangled in Wenqing's web, preventing Lin Yueyao from moving freely. She called out to Rong Yan, "Stop it—"
Rong Yan held his sword, his legs trembling. He had never seen such a large demon before.
The silkworm didn't even glance at him. It spun silk that wrapped around the sword in his hand and gently locked it, shattering the magical weapon into pieces.
That was a top-grade spiritual weapon. Even without infusing it with spiritual power, it could cut a hair in two and was impenetrable by bows and crossbows, yet it was crushed by a silkworm demon.
Even magical artifacts can be defective; Master must have been fooled.
By the time Rong Yan realized what was happening, the silkworm had vanished without a trace, and even its demonic aura had disappeared.
The deceased was a middle-aged man who heard pigs squealing last night. Urged by his wife, he got up and went to the pigsty to check, where he happened to run into this demon.
Most of the government officials arrived, but they were at a loss as to what to do about the demons and monsters. However, they were quite respectful to Lin Yueyao and the others, and said some kind words to them.
The villagers treated them to a warm welcome, but afterwards they remained fearful, worried that the silkworm demon would return.
"Senior Sister." Lin Yueyao had finished eating and arrived here early in the morning.
The piglets in the pigpen were moved to another place, but the woman of the house was still crying incessantly.
Lin Yueyao was not good at comforting people; she just watched coldly.
Rong Yan offered a few words of comfort, then followed her to a ridge in the field. Looking at the newly sprouted rice seedlings, he said, "I'm sorry..."
Lin Yueyao tilted her head to look at him, her sword, Lian Wenqing, was drawn half an inch from its sheath. She didn't understand why he was apologizing.
"It's all my fault..." He continued to blame himself, but then changed the subject, "From now on, I will work hard to cultivate, but I will not become a burden to my senior sister."
"You should talk about it after you can lift the sword." Lin Yueyao rarely spoke a long sentence in front of him.
She walked along the ridge, her feet covered in wet mud, but she didn't notice it. Rong Yan, however, did.
Lin Yueyao returned to the pigsty and looked at the marks left on the ground. The silkworm demon had been hit by her sword and probably couldn't have escaped far.
The events were so terrible that the villagers begged them to stay a few more days, and their stay turned into a funeral procession.
His wife was young and had never had children. Dressed in mourning clothes and carrying a memorial tablet, she walked at the head of the funeral procession.
Four people were carrying a wooden coffin behind him. The coffin was hastily made, and the tung oil on it was still wet, giving it a strong smell.
Besides the people carrying the coffin, there were also people on both sides of the wooden coffin holding soul-guiding banners and scattering paper money.
The sky was filled with white flakes, as if it were snowing.
Lin Yueyao and Rong Yan walked at the very back of the procession, following the villagers to the burial site.
Amidst cries, the wooden coffin was successfully laid to rest.
After returning to the village and having a farewell dinner, Lin Yueyao set up a talisman around the village to ward off evil spirits.
The villagers were extremely grateful. Lin Yueyao left with Rong Yan.
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