After walking a few steps, he noticed footsteps following him. Turning around, he saw the old man in hemp clothing whom he hadn't seen for many days, which greatly surprised Li Sisui.
Upon seeing the old man in hemp clothing with his dying face, he felt a chill run down his spine, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
The old man in hemp clothing put one hand on Li Sisui's shoulder and whispered in his ear:
"Don't be surprised, don't make a sound, hurry to where you live!"
The hoarse voice made Li Sisui's heart tighten, and he quickly helped the old man in hemp clothing toward his residence.
The area inside and outside the Beehive Cave was bustling with people, and no one paid any attention to the old man and the young boy.
After the two arrived at the cave where Li Sisui lived, the old man in hemp clothing sat down on the ground and sharply gestured for Li Sisui to sit opposite him.
The old man sat cross-legged with his arms crossed, muttering incantations. Not long after, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
A strange thing happened: the blood seemed to have a spirit, hovering between the old man in hemp clothing and Li Sisui.
At this moment, the old man in hemp clothing glared angrily, his hands gripping Li Sisui's shoulders tightly like steel clamps, while he was repeating some kind of incantation.
After a short while, the old man in hemp robes spoke:
"Quickly put your hands on my shoulders, I don't have much time left!"
Li Sisui looked at the old man in hemp clothing with a ferocious expression in front of him with some fear, and put his hands on the old man's shoulders as the old man said.
When Li Sisui placed his hands on his shoulders, he felt as if he were not touching human shoulders, but rather as if his hands were in a pool of mud, wet and sticky, with a strange suction force that tightly gripped his hands, leaving Li Sisui shocked.
"The spell I am using now is a demonic art from another race, obtained from my own people. It can transfer my cultivation to you. Although my cultivation is low, this is my most precious possession, given to you as a way to repay you with the Manjusaka Fruit. You only need to accept it wholeheartedly without any burden."
The old man in hemp clothing spoke slowly, his voice low and tinged with sadness:
"We met by chance, only a few times, yet you unhesitatingly gave me the Manluo Fruit, a gift from the clan's daughter, just to save me. This is truly beyond my expectations! The Manluo Fruit, a sacred object coveted by cultivators, has come into my hands so easily!"
"I was initially confident of success, believing that the Manluo Fruit's incredible effects would allow me to break through my cultivation level and avoid death. Ha! But who could have imagined that while the Manluo Fruit is miraculous, it couldn't revive a dying person? Although I did feel refreshed and invigorated after consuming it, and my cultivation even showed signs of a breakthrough, my frail body simply couldn't support a higher level of cultivation!"
“Each stage of cultivation is divided into three levels: the Pure Realm, the Void Realm, and the Harmony Realm. I have been in the outer sect for over 180 years, and my cultivation has remained at the Initial Harmony Realm for over 60 years. I originally thought that I was just dull-witted, which was why my cultivation hadn't progressed at all. It wasn't until that day, after consuming and refining the Manjusaka Fruit, that I realized that what was limiting my cultivation was actually my own dying body!”
At this point, the old man in hemp clothing was moved to tears. His long-held obsession had been resolved today, and who could understand the joy he felt?
"The Manjusaka Fruit, to enjoy it even once in this life, I would die without regret! Thank you, you silly boy. Now is my final chance to repay your kindness. It's laughable, really, but my meager cultivation isn't even enough to carry me down this mountain. If you can advance further in the future, then my actions today will not have been in vain!"
The old man in hemp clothing finished speaking with alternating joy and sorrow. His eyes swept over Li Sisui with burning intensity. When their eyes met, Li Sisui clearly felt a pang of reluctance at the thought of parting.
"I'll give my life for your beginning!"
This was the last thing Li Sisui heard from the old man in hemp clothing before he fell into a coma.
But after the old man closed his eyes, the red snowball floating between the two suddenly swelled up and extended countless thin blood-red tubes, which drained all the blood from the old man in hemp clothing in just a few seconds.
Then, like a blood-red balloon, it slowly floated to the top of Li Sixui's head, and then broke into several smaller blood-red spheres, which quickly entered Li Sixui's eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Li Sisui's entire body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood, which was extremely eerie.
The old man in hemp clothing lost all color in his body, but he did not die immediately. Instead, he seemed to have a final burst of energy before death.
He got up, looked at the unconscious Li Sisui, nodded in satisfaction, and then turned and walked out of Li Sisui's residence.
The old man in hemp clothing walked slowly, as if he were walking on cotton.
Not long after, a commotion was heard from inside the Beehive Cave. A corpse fell from the sky and landed on the ground without making a sound, as if a feather had fallen.
The once bustling cave was suddenly thrown into chaos as the people gathered around the corpse began to whisper among themselves.
Several people quickly emerged from a corner of the cave, skillfully wrapped the corpse in hemp clothing, and took it away.
Once the body was disposed of, the crowd lost their curiosity and began looking for potential buyers.
Shortly after, Dongfang Bubai, the head of the outer sect, appeared inside the cave and solemnly announced:
"An alien race has invaded our sect. Everyone return to your positions immediately. All trading activities for the next few days are cancelled, pending further decision from the inner sect! Those who disobey will be executed!"
After hearing Dongfang Bubai's words, everyone realized the seriousness of the situation, and the once bustling Beehive Cave gradually returned to calm.
Everyone returned to their own residences, awaiting the impending bloodshed.
The clan has always had zero tolerance for foreign races. Any movement by a foreign race will cause a collective shock throughout the clan, and it seems that this time will be no exception.
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