Qin Xi's soft heart was immediately apparent; the next one was Song Tingwan.
She hid at the very back of the group, deliberately keeping her presence low, and only nodded slightly when he looked over.
Pei Xiang calmed down and turned around to help the village chief.
"Would it be convenient for you to take us to see the river?"
The village chief, who had been waiting expectantly in their silence, nodded repeatedly and led them to the riverbank in a fawning manner.
"Thank you, immortal. Thank you, immortal."
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Sui Village Riverbank.
The clear river flowed slowly, everything was peaceful and tranquil, and on the surface there seemed to be nothing wrong.
The group exchanged glances and stepped forward to investigate.
Baili Xijiang squatted down by the river first, not daring to touch it. He didn't want to become the first male dragon in history to be pregnant with offspring, nor did he want to have a pair of cat ears on his dragon horns.
The male cultivator, dressed in luxurious clothes and with clear eyes, reached out and cautiously probed the river with his spiritual energy.
Qin Xi rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment, then took out a magic weapon that looked like an iron bar and put it vertically into the river.
Pei Xiang'an observed carefully, then used a medium-sized cup to fill it with river water and examined it closely.
Each of them had their own way of investigating. Song Tingwan approached slowly, looked at the clear river water, closed her eyes, and spread her divine sense.
Only Wanqiji stood aside with his giant sword on his back, looking at his teammates who all had work to do.
After a moment's thought, the expressionless cultivator untied the giant sword from his back and swung it vertically towards the river.
The river was cleaved in two by the spiritual energy contained within the giant blade, and the splashing water instantly rushed towards us.
The group instantly erected a protective shield, protecting them and the village chief who was terrified.
"Wanqiji!"
What are you doing?!
These days, the river water is so bad that it spoils if it touches them, but this guy did it! He swung his knife down and almost soaked them completely.
Even Song Tingwan, who has the best temper, couldn't help but laugh.
Faced with the accusing gazes of his teammates, Wan Qiji froze, carrying his two-meter-long broadsword.
I'm sorry.
"I want to split the river to see if there's anything hidden underneath."
Qin Xi smiled speechlessly, "You're really a genius."
Pei Xiang'an couldn't help but chuckle, "But Junior Brother Wanqi's idea isn't wrong either."
After a few complaints, Baili Xijiang patted Wanqiji on the shoulder without a care in the world, "Brother, next time there's such a big commotion, you must let us know first."
Wan Qiji readily agreed, "Okay."
They chatted and laughed as they returned to the riverbank to continue their unfinished exploration.
Wanqiji carried the fiery red giant sword, carefully used his spiritual energy to shake off the water, and then carefully wrapped the cloth around it.
He almost caused trouble, but his teammates didn't blame him.
If it were someone from his former family, they would probably have scolded him so badly he couldn't stand up straight.
The tall, muscular cultivator stood quietly to the side, waiting for his teammates to finish their investigation, while his mind wandered, recalling how his clansmen had treated him in the past.
They said, "How could the Wanqi family have a young master who practices body cultivation? He's always so dull and only thinks about finding someone to fight and cultivate his body."
His clansmen didn't think much of him, and his father scolded him all the time, so he became more and more silent and chose the Wanqi family's family-style swordsmanship.
He thought, "They probably won't hate me as much this time."
—Hey, a body cultivator wielding a big sword, what a strange combination, neither attacking nor defending.
—Look at him, the young master is different. He can get so many of our resources just because he wants to learn how to use a knife.
—With a brain like yours, how could you possibly master swordsmanship?
It was then that he realized their malice towards him wasn't because of any particular martial arts technique he practiced; they simply harbored ill will towards him.
"Wan Qiji! He's gone, he's gone."
"I've snapped out of it."
Qin Xi turned around and called out to his lagging teammates. Song Tingwan, who was walking at the back, smiled and patted his shoulder as she passed by to bring him back to his senses.
Wan Qiji looked up and saw that his teammates had all turned around and were waiting for him. He snapped out of his daze, slung his broadsword over his shoulder, and quickly followed.
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