Chapter 125: Running away is enough, fighting is not.
Wen Yu felt relieved when she heard this, but she did not dare to be careless. Her cultivation was low, but she relied on the magic power borrowed from Bu Wenjun to exchange a few moves with Fan Wujiu.
She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, she would be at a disadvantage.
Fortunately, Fan Wujiu had no intention of competing with her from the beginning to the end, and only used 30% of his strength to deal with it.
He controlled the whisk with one hand, and within a few moves, he flashed to Zhibai's side.
Fan Wujiu pinched his fingers together and said coldly, "Little flower demon, why don't you show yourself?"
Wen Yu then landed on the ground, stood across Zhi Bai's body, and replied with his neck stiff, "What advice do you have, sir?"
Unexpectedly, Fan Wujiu raised the corner of his lips slightly, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. "I dare not."
He was completely different from his previous impatience.
For a moment, Wen Yu was very puzzled.
Before he finished speaking, his ghostly figure retreated rapidly, heading straight for the dungeon entrance.
He didn't want to get entangled with Wen Yu.
Wen Yu, who had fallen into his trap of luring the tiger away from the mountain, was now far away from the prison cell with Zhi Bai.
"Chen Mian——" Zhibai panicked and screamed, almost fainting.
Wen Yu had no time to comfort Zhi Bai, so he hurried forward and saw two ghosts, one black and one white, approaching the main entrance of the dungeon.
Wen Yu used all his strength to attack Xie Bian and the other man.
Amidst the surging winds, Xie Bian felt helpless. The sand and stones in the courtyard covered him. He kept patting his clothes and advised, "Little Taoist friend, why are you making things difficult for us? This is official business, official business."
Wen Yu did not answer, but just fought with the two of them with all his might.
It was not that she was pretending to be profound, but she was really no match for these two adults. After fighting for several moves, she was already very tired and had no time to spare to argue with Xie Bian.
"It's not advisable to stay here for long." Fan Wujiu said quickly while dealing with Wen Yu.
When he came here just now, he felt that the aura here was not right, and he always felt that there was a faint divine breath.
At first, he thought it was just a place like the government office, blessed by the dragon energy of the Purple Star, so he didn't take it seriously.
But... now it seems...
Fan Wujiu closed his eyes and listened carefully for a moment.
After hearing this, Xie Bian stopped laughing. He swept the whisk lightly, picked up a flower with one hand, pinched three times and counted twice, then signaled Fan Wujiu with his eyes.
——The situation is not good.
At this moment, Fan Wujiu opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "A quick battle and a quick decision."
After saying that, Fan Wujiu's whisk flew out and spun rapidly in the air. The clanging sound was like a sharp sword made of black iron, cutting through the sky and pointing directly at Wen Yu.
Wen Yu was overwhelmed and unable to split her attention. She originally wanted to use her spiritual power to resist Fan Wujiu's attack, but Xie Bian alone was enough to make her exhausted. Wen Yu panicked and saw the whisk coming towards her vital point.
Master, I will honor you in my next life.
Wen Yu closed his eyes cruelly and turned his back in a flash.
Oh no, Wujiu is going to get serious now.
Xie Bian instantly retracted the strength in his hands, and his snow-like whisk also chased after him, ready to stop Fan Wujiu.
He didn't want to cause trouble in the mortal world. If the mission was not completed, it would be a small matter, but if the reputation of the Netherworld was damaged, it would be a big matter.
Unfortunately, it was a moment too late. Xie Bian could not catch up, and Fan Wujiu's whisk was about to hit the back of Wen Yu's head.
"Wujiu——"
A "clang" sound drowned out Xie Bian's voice.
At the same time, Fan Wujiu's whisk seemed to be frightened by something and quickly bounced back to hide behind Fan Wujiu.
The powerful air wave was directed at Fan Wujiu. He was unable to respond and fell to the ground quickly. He staggered for a few steps before he could stand up with the support of Xie Bian.
"What is that?" Fan Wujiu asked in disbelief, covering his heart with one hand.
Xie Bian followed his gaze and saw a flash of bright light passing through Wen Yu's hair.
Although I don’t know what kind of magic weapon it is, it is not difficult to see its mystery.
This little tree demon has little experience and low cultivation level, and he definitely cannot rely on his own abilities to block Wujiu's moves.
The pearly luster in her hair has a great origin.
The shock in Fan Wujiu's heart had not yet subsided, but he struggled forward to find out what was going on.
"No, no blame."
Xie Bian's mind came back to him, and he immediately made the decision that was most beneficial to the current situation. He raised his hand, grabbed Fan Wujiu, and made a gesture to leave.
"What are you doing?" Fan Wujiu, who didn't understand what was going on, asked in confusion. His feet felt like they were filled with lead and he refused to move at all.
"Run away!" Xie Bian shook his whisk, straightened his tall hat with both hands, and started to move forward.
Just now he sensed that there were not only him and Wujiu here, but also an unknown force whose cultivation was as high as that of a god descending from heaven.
Originally, he and Wu Jiu had the same idea, ready to fight quickly and decisively. But now this little tree demon was difficult to deal with, and who knew which great Buddha was in the dark -
Just from the overwhelming pressure, this person is definitely not the same kind as him and Wujiu.
Xie Bian yawned. If he didn't run now, when would he run?
"Fight him." Fan Wujiu's eyes darkened and he said in a deep voice.
Obviously, he was not talking about Wen Yu.
As early as when he arrived, Fan Wujiu had noticed the presence of the man in the dark.
Xie Bian was still lazy. Hearing Fan Wujiu's arrogant words, he replied without thinking: "If you can't beat them, run away first."
The man in the dark has unfathomable cultivation level. The two of them are just small ghost messengers, how can they compete with him?
"I have to fight even if I can't win." Fan Wujiu was stubborn and stood still.
Xie Bian shrugged. Lord Wujiu really is... conscientious in his duties...
"You are so courageous, my lord. I will go ahead."
Xie Bian's body swayed, and in an instant he turned into a ray of white light and flew out.
"Xie Bian, you..." Fan Wujiu choked, feeling helpless.
He turned and glanced at the dungeon.
——Well, let him live one more day.
Fan Wujiu was about to leave, but then he seemed to remember something and gave Wen Yu a meaningful look.
This little tree demon...
In the end, Fan Wujiu left without saying a word.
For a moment, the courtyard became quiet again.
Wen Yu covered his face with his sleeves, curled up on the ground, and was fully prepared to be beaten back to his original form.
She had thought it all out. When the time came, she would just dig her head into the soil and treat it as a new landscape addition to the Jiangyang government office.
But Wen Yu waited anxiously for a long time, but the pain she had imagined did not come.
She just thought that Fan Wujiu's whisk was going to twist her into ninety-nine pieces, but she didn't expect that everything would be calm and nothing would happen.
Wen Yu's tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, and then she tentatively opened her eyes a crack—
I saw nothing.
She simply opened her eyes wide and quickly got up from the ground. At first, she was a little defensive and called out quietly, "Master Wuchang? Master Wuchang?"
What happened? Why did the people, oh no, the "ghosts" disappear?
Wen Yu stretched his neck to look around, trying to find any clues, wondering if the two men would hide in the dark and attack him.
After some inquiries, Wen Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was no one around.
"What do you mean by 'you're here'? What do you mean by 'catching you'?" Wen Yu kicked the pebbles on the ground. "You scared me to death!"
Although I don't know why the two of them let her go for no reason, but at least nothing happened, right?
Perhaps they both have business trips elsewhere and need to rush.
In the past, his master was very busy and was not in the Spring Temple all day, which gave her and Chi Huang the opportunity to sneak out.
It seems that being a civil servant in the Netherworld is not easy!
Wen Yu patted his butt and shook off the dust on his body.
It’s such a pity for her brocade cloak, which was given to her by Song Linsheng.
Wen Yu muttered to himself, tidied up a little, and then groped in the dark to find something new.
"Branch white—Branch white—"
"Wenyu! I'm here——"
Wen Yu looked over when he heard the sound, and saw Zhibai coming out from a dark corner with backlight.
"Don't be afraid, I've chased them away!" Wen Yu rushed forward excitedly, "Come on, let's go to the dungeon."
Zhibai fell out of the darkness, holding the swaddling clothes tightly in his arms.
When facing Wen Yu, Zhi Bai looked flustered and anxious, but he did not forget to free his hands to pinch Wen Yu all over his body.
"Well? They didn't hurt you?"
She only regretted that her magic power had not yet recovered, so she could not help Wen Yu at all, and even made her worry about protecting herself.
Zhibai was ashamed and embarrassed, because she was hundreds of years old.
"It's okay! I'm not hurt!" Wen Yu patted his shoulders and turned around in front of Zhi Bai again. "They must have been tired of my pestering and were too lazy to bother with me, so they just ran away."
Zhibai breathed a sigh of relief, then recalled what had just happened and asked curiously, "Weren't you the one who fought them off just now?"
She clearly saw a flash of golden light, and the two ghost officials were unable to resist and had to leave.
"Ah? You're talking about me?" Wen Yu was a little embarrassed. She pointed a finger at her own shoulder and said, "I repelled Lord Wuchang?"
Zhibai nodded, his eyes full of affirmation.
"How could that be?" Wen Yu's words were filled with surprise.
When Wen Yu first transformed, she relied on her position as the first disciple of the Spring Temple to do whatever she wanted in the East Heaven Court. She ate her master's natural treasures as food and drank his nectar as water.
But it is only limited to the sphere of influence of her master.
After leaving the East Heaven Palace, she still knew her own weight.
She had only been in human form for a hundred years, and even her appearance was created by her master, not to mention her cultivation level—
Running is enough, fighting is not.
She dared to go down to the mortal world alone only because these few tricks of hers could fool mortals.
If she were to meet a true fellow Taoist or expert like today, she would not be able to match them.
Therefore, although she didn't know why Lord Wuchang showed mercy just now, she was able to save her life, right?
Wen Yu didn't want to delve into it further as there were more important things to do at the moment.
Seeing her sincere words, Zhibai began to feel unsure.
Could it be that she saw it wrong?
She had just clearly seen a golden light emanating from Wen Yu, dazzling and powerful.
"Hmm..." Zhibai pondered for a moment and did not rush to refute.
Wen Yu was tidying up her messy bun and the loose hair hanging on her forehead. She couldn't meet Song Linsheng like this later.
Then she saw that Zhibai looked a little distressed, and was about to say something to comfort him, but was suddenly interrupted by a noise behind her.
There was a creaking sound, like a door opening and closing, accompanied by very light footsteps, which sounded very stealthy.
At this moment, Wen Yu and Zhi Bai were like frightened birds, and they would flutter into the air at the slightest disturbance.
Wen Yu's ears moved slightly, and he immediately became alert.
Could it be that the two Lords of Impermanence did not leave, but were hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to enter the dungeon?
With a flick of his wrist, Wen Yu gathered his spiritual power, turned around suddenly, and shouted, "Who is it?"
As he spoke, the spiritual power at his fingertips was about to attack.
"Xiaoyu."
"It's me."
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