Bo Qiu felt strange. After all, it was a life-saving act, so why was this girl hiding it so much?
Hearing his tone was a bit questioning, Tu Nian glanced at him sideways and said, "It's not too late yet."
After a moment's silence, she added, "I'll tell him when I get a chance."
Bo Qiu said with a hint of amusement, "I don't mean to blame you."
Tu Nian muttered, "This is really hard to believe."
Am I really that fierce?
Bo Qiu couldn't argue with her, so he said, "There's no need to talk about it if you didn't have time to. I'll help you remove this talisman when we get back to Jixue."
Tu Nian was a little stunned, "That talisman is so powerful, how can it be broken?"
"I made this talisman myself, so what's so hard to decipher?"
He said this lightly, which made Tu Nian silent.
Why does her ancestor's business level seem to be a bit high? She has to hold this thigh tightly.
It was already noon when the three of them arrived in the Magic City.
The sun was shining brightly, the yang was strong and the yin was weak. Most of the pedestrians on the road covered their faces with scarves or wore hats and hoods. Tu Nian and his companions followed suit and mingled with the crowd to inquire about the whereabouts of Chu Qiurong and Xu Ziqiao.
He asked along the way, but he didn't find out the whereabouts of his two senior brothers. However, he heard that there was a wandering poet in a nearby teahouse, so he decided to try his luck.
When I walked into the teahouse and took a look, I saw that the bard was there. His long robe dragged on the ground, and he held a huqin in his hand, playing a tune in the hall and chanting catchy lyrics. There was also a circle of demon men, women, young and old sitting around him. They were either drinking tea or chatting in low voices, all listening with great interest.
Tu Nian and his companions sat down at a small table not far away and ordered a pot of dragon beard grass tea. It didn't take long before they took their first sip, sipping it silently while listening to the gossip of the people in the circle.
"Anything new today?"
"It is said that there was a commotion outside the Demon Emperor's Palace when we woke up early this morning."
"Isn't this new? It's been happening every two days for the past ten days or so."
"No. He said this is confirmed news, it seems that there is some movement in the world of immortal cultivation."
"Really? Didn't they just hold a martial arts competition? Now they're causing trouble again. Why are they so idle?"
"Who knows? They just love to do this kind of nonsense. On the surface, they talk about morality, but behind the scenes, they do all kinds of sneaky things."
“…”
Listening to these people's conversation, Tu Nian wiped the rim of the cup with his fingertips, lowered his voice, and asked hesitantly: "Have we been exposed?"
Jin Nanfeng's eyebrows moved slightly, "It shouldn't be."
Bo Qiu also echoed: "It's just the death of two poor people. How can the demons be so boring as to care about such trivial matters."
That’s right, Tu Nian thought.
With those few crappy bounties, if Xu Ziqiao hadn't been lucky enough to run into a guard leader, they wouldn't even have reached the edge of the Demon City. Unless the demon leaders were so bored, they wouldn't care about the lives of such ants.
After thinking for a moment, she nodded at the bard and said, "Let's ask him later."
Obviously, most of the gossips of these people were heard from him, but they were not very detailed. If they wanted to know more, they would probably have to spend some money.
After all, a profession like this relies on information to make a living.
"Okay." Jin Nanfeng nodded.
So they listened to the man sing two more songs, and when he finished singing, received the tip and was about to rest, they went over to him.
Jin Nanfeng has a cold face and Bo Qiu doesn't like to meddle in other people's business, so social matters are naturally left to Tu Nian.
She greeted the man with a smile on her face, reached out and fiddled with the hat he used to receive the tip, "My friend, you sang the song well."
"Um?"
Before the poet could turn his head, he felt a weight on his hand. When he looked into his hat, he saw a spiritual stone with a fine water sheen inside.
A top-grade product could almost equal his earnings for two or three days. The poet's eyes lit up, and he quickly turned around and bowed to Tu Nian, "Thank you very much, sir. I am truly humbled by your praise."
It was not enough to just say thank you. He had been in this business for a long time and naturally knew that others would not flatter him without reason. He immediately put away the things scattered on the table, filled three cups with tea, pulled out stools, and made a "please" gesture to the few people.
"Gentlemen, please take a seat. If there is anything you would like to hear, I will tell you everything I know."
Tu Nian didn't refuse and sat down on the wooden stool he had placed. He asked, "Just now during the dinner, I heard someone say that the immortal cultivation world is taking action against the demons. What's going on?"
"Young Master has good taste!"
The poet's eyes sharpened, and he crossed his legs and sat down diagonally across from Tu Nian. He immediately raised his hands to set up a sound barrier around the four of them, and pressed his body against the table mysteriously. "This matter is indeed the most interesting one in recent times."
Tu Nian curled his lips and smiled, "Tell me about it."
The poet responded and began with the most classic question-and-answer narrative.
"Have you gentlemen ever heard of 'Wind Fox'?"
Wind Fox?
Tu Nian and Jin Nanfeng were both confused.
The two exchanged glances, about to reply with "I don't know," when Bo Qiu, standing beside them, said slowly, "It's a leopard-like, cyan-colored, rare and spiritual beast that lives in the wind. However, because its fur is resistant to fire and can withstand swords and spears, it was hunted in large numbers to make armor, and thus disappeared a thousand years ago."
He spoke in great detail. Tu Nian listened and muttered unconsciously, "These years have really not been lived in vain..."
Her voice was almost inaudible, but unfortunately Bo Qiu's fox ears were so sensitive to the wind that he still heard it. He glanced at her and kicked her calf accurately under the table.
Small-minded!
Tu Nian shuddered and retracted his aching calf. He took a deep breath secretly, not daring to show it too much.
"Young Master is indeed quite knowledgeable!"
The poet would then speak more, first praising it, then continuing, "It is said that this wind fox has indeed disappeared for thousands of years, but for some reason, it has reappeared now."
"And it is said that the one that appeared this time is not an ordinary wind fox."
At this point, the poet's back shrank even more, as if he wanted to curl himself up into a ball. After looking around, he lowered his voice again and said, "It's a newly fallen sixth-level wind raccoon."
Tu Nian looked at his attitude, as if since he was a demon, he should know how precious this information was. However, she didn't know much about the demons. She could understand every word in his sentence, but put them together and she was confused. The same was true for Jin Nanfeng.
There was no other way, she could only look to Bo Qiu for help again.
Bo Qiu was helpless, so he pretended to pick up on the poet's words and explained to the two, "When a spirit beast reaches the sixth level, its cultivation condenses into an inner elixir. When a spirit beast falls into demonic power, its inner elixir will mutate."
"In the world of immortal cultivation, a method was once popular. It involved digging out the inner core of a fallen demonic beast before it fully mutated, and then using it to refine an elixir. This elixir had a chance of mutating the user's spiritual roots into the beast's innate spiritual attributes."
"That's right!" The poet slammed the table. "The world of immortal cultivation is all after Feng Li's inner elixir."
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