Chapter 26 You guys still went to this godforsaken place...
Rumors of Fan's seclusion leaked out, and Xu Cangyu hurriedly packed his things, grabbed a bundle, and rushed to the Ascetic Cliff.
Looking up, the gray sky offered no bright light, pressing down heavily on one's head, posing a double test to both mood and spiritual practice.
The Cliff of Ascetic Cultivation is a rare dead zone, devoid of spiritual energy. In case of danger, one can only rely on pure martial arts to fight back. Ordinary people who accidentally enter it will avoid it. But the Heavenly One Sect is different.
The elders felt this was a divinely ordained test, and after discussing it, they clapped their hands and sealed this place as a training ground for the disciples.
Even the martial arts fanatic Liu Yidao disliked this desolate place. If it weren't for escaping reality, Xu Zangyu really wouldn't want to run to this godforsaken place.
The area was a swampy wasteland filled with miasma, connected only by narrow paths that allowed only one person to pass at a time.
As you follow the path up the hill, a cacophony of sounds arises, as if they are right beside your ears, or perhaps beneath your feet in a swamp.
"Don't go, it's so cold down there."
A white bone emerging from the mud grabbed his ankle, and then a hollow skull suddenly jutted out from below, enough to startle anyone who wasn't paying attention and send them stumbling backward into the swamp behind them.
Xu Cangyu, however, remained expressionless as he stepped on the white bones, which shattered into several pieces with a crack.
"If you're cold, wear more clothes."
They'll think it's his first time at the Ascetic Cliff, otherwise the child will be scared again.
The more you attack this thing, the more powerful it becomes; if you treat it as if it doesn't exist, it becomes helpless.
Xu Zangyu stepped away, and her voice became mournful again, "Brother, how cruel you are! My hand hurts so much, brother, blow on it."
Her wet hair hung on her face, making her fair and delicate features look particularly pitiful, and her beautiful appearance was captivating.
It was You Fengchun's face! The people he met during his trip, and even the things inside were keeping up with the times.
Her slender fingers hovered in mid-air for a long time, but she didn't receive any pity from the person next to her.
The smile on his face froze, and You Fengchun had no choice but to climb out from inside using only his hands and feet.
When he straightened his back and strained, his buttocks were so high that they could support a bottle of water, and Xu Zangyu couldn't help but laugh.
He's incredibly gifted.
The creature's movements became even more stiff, and its smile was almost gone. "What are you laughing at, brother?"
"I'm laughing at your perky butt, it'll make you good at bearing children."
The creature's expression was practically on the verge of collapse, yet it still forced a smile and feigned shyness as it lifted its shirt, asking, "Would you like to see, brother?"
Before Xu Zangyu could speak, the person in front of him was kicked away with his buttocks sticking out, and only then did he see the angry young man behind him.
"Where did this lecherous man come from? How come you're into this kind of thing?"
Xu Zangyu looked at it again and again without saying anything, while Xue Wenxiang continued to complain.
"I'm truly impressed. Did you think this was some kind of treasure land? It's the middle of nowhere, and your Tianyi Sect even locked it up."
Okay, so it really is Xue Wenxiang.
"Only my master and I have the access tokens. Where did you get them?"
Xue Wenxiang scoffed, "Who am I? How could the person in charge of Anxiang Tower not have some tricks up their sleeve?"
"I didn't expect your master to be so vain. He praised him a few times as invincible and toasted him a few times, and then he got drunk. That's why I couldn't get my way."
He tossed the token in his hand with great pride.
These words certainly flattered the master, but how could someone at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage have their belongings stolen so easily?
His master was indeed a bit vain.
Xue Wenxiang suddenly realized the loophole in his words, "There are only two tokens, how did that man get in?"
"Who said that was a person?"
Xue Wenxiang froze, looking into the swamp. The person who had fallen there was gone. At the same time, a strong gust of wind hit him from behind, almost kicking him down.
Xu Zangyu, who had anticipated this, retreated several steps, but Xue Wenxiang still struggled to fight.
His once-proud spiritual power vanished, and his agile and nimble Dark Fragrance Blade Technique became constrained and difficult to execute in the narrow space.
"He's not real, don't believe him."
"How can I not believe you? He kicked me several times."
This thing is troublesome enough, but its moves are also extremely lewd, specifically targeting his lower body. Its smile is even more provocative, "Another one coveting my brother. I'll make sure you can't be a man anymore."
Enraged, Xue Wenxiang fought even more fiercely, but the thing only grew more ruthless, dodging the Dark Fragrance Blade's kick with one foot.
His pupils constricted, and he was suddenly pulled backward. Xu Zangyu stood in front of him, and surprisingly, he neither dodged nor avoided him.
He said righteously and indignantly:
"Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony; adhere to the socialist path."
"Keep the Eight Honors and Eight Shames firmly in mind."
"All appearances are illusions, Amen."
The foot that was about to kick stopped as if it had been choked, watching Xu Zangyu shatter and disappear with resentment.
Xue Wenxiang thought for a long time and said, "What kind of scripture are you reciting? It's so...unique."
What you say is not important; what matters is believing.
Xu Zangyu walked past him and continued walking, saying, "You have to believe in the existence of that thing, and it will always follow you."
"What is that thing? Where am I? And where did my spiritual power go?"
Xu Zangyu: "Originally, they are just random thoughts. If one is misled, they will give rise to delusions and go astray. If one's mind is firm, one can temper one's will and consolidate one's cultivation."
"As for any spiritual objects, spiritual energy has no effect here."
After climbing up the low hillside, he finally found a spacious place where he had left behind a bamboo mat. Xu Zangyu casually put his package aside and rested.
Xue Wenxiang followed him up and lay on the ground. Looking up, she saw the sky looming down, which made her even more agitated.
"What a lousy place! It's nowhere near as satisfying as a real fight. If you don't lock this place up, no one will come in."
"We locked it up to prevent people from accidentally breaking in, but who knew that someone would go to such lengths to get in."
He kindly reminded everyone, "Once you're in, you can't get out. You can only leave after the ban is lifted in a month."
Xue Wenxiang was so angry she almost choked. "No wonder that old man wasn't on guard at all. I even lost five jars of good wine."
Xu Zangyu smiled but remained silent.
They say old ginger is spicier.
The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high, young man.
"I get hungry quickly when I'm low on spiritual energy," Xu Cangyu asked, rubbing his stomach. "Do you still have any of those hawthorn pills from last time?"
"What stomach-strengthening hawthorn pills?" Xue Wenxiang stubbornly refused to admit it.
"It's the antidote you gave me last time."
"No, who carries that thing around?" Xue Wenxiang turned over, her ear tips visibly turning red.
Xu Cangyu ignored his embarrassment at being exposed, only clicked his tongue and sighed, then took out a fasting pill and swallowed it, the feeling of fullness immediately suppressing his hunger.
Hearing that there was no sound behind her, Xue Wenxiang turned back and found that Xu Cangyu had already sat down and closed his eyes.
"Hey, do you want to learn the skills of Dark Fragrance Pavilion? How about I give you my chance to exchange disciples?"
"Don't you like Chu Shu? Why not seize such a good opportunity? I sensed that the sect leader was hesitant, but he didn't completely deny it."
If he really sends Chu Shu there, he can have some peace of mind for a while.
He thinks being a man is too unsafe in gay fanfics, and now he sees everyone as abnormal.
Xue Wenxiang remained silent for a long while, then said, "It's good that you know. If I find out you're still close to Chu Shu..."
Xu Zangyu opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow, "Give me another dose of medicine that will rot my intestines?"
He was speechless at Xu Zangyu's words, and gritted his teeth inwardly, "You really think I can't do it?"
"Of course you couldn't do that. Young Master is kind-hearted, how could he be so vicious?"
Just as she was about to get angry, Xu Cangyu coaxed her down with sweet words. Xue Wenxiang tried her best to suppress her anger and cleared her throat twice. "You're not blind, you know how good this young master is to you."
He leaned closer. "When did you start liking me?"
Xu Cangyu stared at him, "Are you poisoned? Why don't you just wash up and go to sleep? Stop thinking about strange things, or you'll get possessed again."
Xue Wenxiang was angered by him again, glaring at Xu Cangyu to see when he would go to sleep.
As night fell and eerie will-o'-the-wisps flickered around him, Xu Zangyu finally lay down fully clothed.
Looking at the person so close to her, Xue Wenxiang's heart suddenly raced. She secretly took a step closer to him, only to see Xu Cangyu suddenly stand up.
They moved the broken wooden table next to them and placed it between the two of them.
Now he wouldn't always feel that chill in his butt. He looked at Xue Wenxiang, who was full of dissatisfaction, and explained, "I like to move my hands and feet when I sleep. It wouldn't be good if I hurt you."
Xue Wenxiang practically stared a hole through the broken table, saying, "How can I sleep with this broken table propped up in the middle?"
"Close your eyes and sleep."
The other side responded with a merciless reply, and then silence fell.
How could there be such an infuriating and hateful person?
Through the gap under the table, he saw a slender, smooth back and long, silky hair as black as ink. By no means did he look like a person with a strong sense of aggression.
But it's really infuriating.
Xue Wenxiang stared at him for a while, her thoughts drifting away. Upon reflection, she realized that this person was actually quite endearing at times.
When Xu Zangyu stood in front of her, Xue Wenxiang thought the same thing.
Is Xu Zangyu really not afraid?
What if he gets kicked and injured?
He was clearly timid and his cultivation was inferior to his, so how dare he take the blame for someone else?
Xue Wenxiang inappropriately thought of someone.
His mother died young.
How dare that woman, who was only at the Qi Refining stage, stand in front of him during a chase and encirclement?
If you had just handed him over, he wouldn't have died so easily.
Half-asleep, Xu Zangyu felt a corner of her clothes being tugged.
The boy, his eyes closed and tightly clenched in his other hand, frowned, with suspicious tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
Xu Zangyu then realized that Xue Wenxiang was only a fifteen-year-old boy, and he would definitely be scared in such a ghostly place.
After hesitating for a moment, she pulled the table aside, put a hand on his shoulder and patted him gently, "Okay, don't worry, there's nothing wrong, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."
Xue Wenxiang had actually woken up when he pulled the table open, but she was unwilling to open her eyes, letting his gentle hands pat her body gently.
I wish it could stay like this forever.
He moved closer to Xu Zangyu's chest very slowly and carefully, secretly observing her. When he found that Xu Zangyu was not awake, he moved even closer.
Then, slowly, slowly, I reached out and hugged the person tightly, and my restless heart gradually calmed down.
He seemed to smell the fragrance of plum blossoms, see the plum blossoms blooming in the Dark Fragrance Pavilion, and hear someone walking out from the pleasure quarters.
Holding a jar of wine, she brushed the cold snow off his shoulders and took his hand.
"Why are you just standing there like an idiot in the snow?"
He replied blankly, "I'm waiting for you to come home."
"You don't need to freeze yourself like this."
The two went inside hand in hand, warmed the wine, and as they drank it, their hearts were warmed as well.
Fueled by alcohol, he held onto her tightly, saying, "Don't leave me, Xu Zangyu."
The man smiled indulgently, "Okay."
The room was filled with the warmth of spring. The wine that had been boiled was not finished, but its intoxicating sweetness was already on the palate, brewing a surge of passion.
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