As soon as the evil cultivator died, the Blood Refining Great Formation naturally lost its effectiveness. The blood-colored vines that entwined people withered and fell, and the villagers also collapsed.
Their bodies were drained of blood. Even if the formation was broken at this moment, they probably wouldn’t survive a few more hours.
In the past, Chu Xianning only descended the mountain to slay evil. However, she didn’t know how to handle the people she saved. She didn’t understand medicine or what kind of pills were suitable. She could only watch life after life disappear, helpless. It wasn’t until she brought Jiang Huai down the mountain to slay evil for the first time that Jiang Huai began to prepare medicinal powder after all the evil cultivators were dead.
These medicinal powders weren’t made from expensive medicinal materials, but simply replenished the blood Qi they lacked. One stalk of Spirit Red Grass was only one Spirit Stone, and the medicinal powder made from it could save hundreds of people.
Jiang Huai took a large pot and brewed a pot of spirit medicine. He first went to the women who were still conscious. Some women were mentally broken at this point, screaming hysterically at him, acting like madmen. Jiang Huai had no choice but to grip their shoulders and force them to drink the medicine. The spirit medicine had the effect of soothing the nerves and nourishing the soul. Gradually, their consciousness cleared. Jiang Huai then called out to them to help him feed the medicinal soup to everyone.
At this time, Chu Xianning would only stand aside, quietly gazing at Jiang Huai as he gently comforted the villagers’ emotions. Her cold, aloof eyes gradually melted, and her expression softened.
In the past, facing such a scene, she would only be at a loss. She only knew how to wield her sword to slay evil, but was completely ignorant of these matters. However, Jiang Huai was good at these things. He was skilled at many things that Chu Xianning was not.
About half an hour later, all the villagers who could be saved were saved. Some villagers had already died tragically before Jiang Huai arrived, and even with his excellent medical skills, he was powerless to change their fate.
At the time of departure, Jiang Huai and the villagers behind Chu Xianning knelt down. Jiang Huai quickened his pace, unable to bear to look back.
***
Chu Xianning and Jiang Huai’s second stop on this trip was in Miaoshui Village.
By the time the two arrived at Miaoshui Village, the evil cultivator’s altar had been closed, leaving only piles of dried corpses and traces of the evil cultivators. Jiang Huai and Chu Xianning exchanged a look. The white butterflies around Chu Xianning poured out again. These white butterflies were her eyes, and they could detect the blood Qi in the air. She sat cross-legged, her soul divided and controlling the white butterflies to fly a hundred miles away. Upon finding the trace of the evil cultivators, she rode her sword at full speed. Jiang Huai tightly hugged her slender waist from behind. This time, Chu Xianning did not awkwardly remind him.
The two arrived at a mountain stronghold outside the city. Several evil cultivators were roasting meat around a fire. Several girls in tattered clothes were locked in cages. Their chastity had long been defiled. Perhaps because of their exceptional beauty, the evil cultivators had brought them back to the mountain stronghold, awaiting their fate… Most likely, they would be discarded after being played with until they were tired of them.
When Jiang Huai saw what meat they were roasting, even though he had expected it in his heart, he couldn’t help but feel disgusted.
The first step to becoming an evil cultivator was to completely abandon one’s humanity.
Under the night sky, the bonfire in the mountain stronghold flickered. When Chu Xianning’s spirit sword landed, the evil cultivators’ eyeballs trembled at first, and then they thought of running for their lives.
But Jiang Huai’s sword was faster.
When the sword light dissipated, there were seven or eight corpses on the ground. Jiang Huai, holding the brewed medicinal soup, went to the cage, opened it, and said gently, “Drink the medicine, change into clean clothes, and I’ll take you to the nearest town.”
Most of these girls were so frightened that their souls had left their bodies, trembling all over. Fortunately, Jiang Huai was used to it. He had prepared a set of soothing words to guide them to drink the medicinal soup, wash the dirt off their bodies in the mountain spring, and then took out some clean and tidy clothes for them to change into. After that, he led them to the nearest town, giving each of them some silver notes.
As for what happened to them later, Jiang Huai could no longer control it.
The night was deep, but the master and disciple’s journey was not over.
By the time the sun in the sky quietly rose, half of the bamboo tubes Jiang Huai had obtained had been dealt with. As Chu Xianning rode her sword, she looked back at him and asked, “Do you want to rest for a moment?”
Chu Xianning could stay awake all night, but Jiang Huai had no spiritual Qi and would still feel tired. However, Jiang Huai shook his head, “Kill all the evil cultivators on the bamboo tubes before sleeping.”
These evil cultivators were spread across various villages in the Yun Kingdom. The highest cultivation level was rumored to be Void Refinement. Jiang Huai and Chu Xianning had to hurry. If the evil cultivator with Void Refinement heard the news and hid, it would take a lot of effort to find them again.
From early morning to deep night, Jiang Huai and Chu Xianning traveled non-stop. At most, he would get close to Chu Xianning on the flying sword, hug her waist, rest his chin on her shoulder, and close his eyes for a while. Although he needed sleep, with the Overlord Art, not sleeping for three days and three nights was not a big deal.
He was just a little tired.
Jiang Huai, along with Chu Xianning, killed from the first ray of sunlight in the early morning until the first ray of moonlight in the evening. Finally, all the evil cultivators on the bamboo tubes were wiped out by the two of them. The Void Refinement evil cultivator at the Seventh Realm, using all his might and self-detonating his cultivation for a sliver of hope, still couldn’t withstand a single sword from Chu Xianning.
When Jiang Huai killed evil cultivators, he had inherited Chu Xianning’s style. He was always too lazy to talk much. Whether they begged for mercy, complained, or cursed, he ignored them all, just like Chu Xianning, believing only in the sword in his hand.
After a long and arduous journey, this trip to slay evil finally came to an end. Jiang Huai looked back at Chu Xianning and asked softly, “Do you want to rest for a night in the main city of the Yun Kingdom before returning?”
Chu Xianning nodded gently and agreed.
Along the way, she used spirit butterflies to find the traces of evil cultivators, which was a great strain on her soul. At this moment, she also showed signs of fatigue. The two entered the main city of the Yun Kingdom. The Yun Kingdom was a particularly prosperous country. Even though it was deep in the night, the main city was still brightly lit and bustling with noise.
Jiang Huai was quite familiar with these secular countries. He asked Chu Xianning to wait where she was while he found someone to inquire about an inn. Then, he took Chu Xianning for a walk around the city and bought two candied hawthorns before arriving at the most luxurious inn in the Yun Kingdom, the Star Picking Tower. He looked at the receptionist and said, “I want two rooms on the top floor.”
“There is only one room on the top floor.”
“Is that so?”
“The rooms at the Star Picking Tower have been very popular lately. It’s the Lantern Festival these days, and the rooms at the Star Picking Tower are the best spots to watch the fireworks. Sir, there really is only one room left. The price is…”
Jiang Huai casually took out a silver note. The denomination made the shopkeeper’s eyes widen, and his lips trembled. But Jiang Huai simply said, “Lead the way, no need to find change.”
The shopkeeper was overjoyed and led Jiang Huai to the top floor of the Star Picking Tower.
Chu Xianning walked silently beside Jiang Huai, her face as cold as frost. Only after they both entered the room did Chu Xianning’s eyes gradually calm down. She glanced at Jiang Huai and said, “You sleep on the bed. I won’t.”
Jiang Huai blinked innocently at Chu Xianning and took out a quilt, spreading it on the floor. The superior room at the Star Picking Tower had a large space, so it was not difficult to make a floor bed. He said softly, “It’s okay, Master can sleep on the bed.”
Chu Xianning stopped talking. She slightly bent over and began to take off her shoes and socks.
She was going out today, not staying in the courtyard, so her shoes and socks were properly put on. White short socks wrapped her slender ankles. She first took off her white embroidered shoes and placed them aside. Then, she slightly lifted her calf, bent over, and gently grasped the edge of the socks, pulling them off. Her delicate, tender, and white little feet were completely exposed to the air.
Jiang Huai was hungry.
There was spiritual Qi flowing around her, so her body had always been free of dust. At this moment, her porcelain-smooth, jade-white little feet appeared before Jiang Huai again. The soft sole, with a slight pinkish hue, was right in front of Jiang Huai. Her pearl-like toes were spread out, delicate and small, and she even playfully wiggled them.
Too much!
After Chu Xianning had taken off her shoes and socks and put them away, she lay down on the bed. The snow-white quilt covered her body completely. Jiang Huai lay on his side on the floor bed, looking up. He suddenly noticed that Chu Xianning’s quilt did not cover her white and tender little feet completely, with a small half exposed outside.
Can’t look, Jiang Huai, can’t look. If I look again, I won’t be able to sleep.
Jiang Huai tugged at the quilt and buried his head under it. Moonlight fell through the window lattice outside the room, and there was a dim, white glazed lamp by the bed.
After a while, Jiang Huai quietly lifted the quilt. Chu Xianning seemed to be asleep, and her white and tender little feet were still tucked outside the quilt. Jiang Huai’s head hurt terribly.
How can I not be tempted?
Strange thoughts of holding Chu Xianning’s delicate feet in his hands and gently kneading and playing with them reappeared in his mind. He also pictured Chu Xianning’s cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes alluring, as if his fingertips were itching, craving the touch of Chu Xianning’s delicate and smooth skin. Even though he knew these thoughts were heretical, the more he was forbidden from thinking about them, the more intense they became.
The room was dimly lit at the moment, and what he could see was only a hazy blur of white light. Yet, the more it was so, the more he recalled Chu Xianning’s expression when she calmly took off her shoes and socks in the bright light before. No, at that time, Chu Xianning’s eyes seemed to have glanced at him coldly, revealing a hint of mockery and grumbling.
And a little bit of shyness.
Jiang Huai’s mind began to repeatedly conjure images of Chu Xianning looking shy. The clearest memory was probably from last time when she mentioned three months, her eyes became bright and intoxicating, as if glittering honey was flowing in her pupils.
Jiang Huai began to toss and turn in bed, unable to sleep. The bright moon hung high, and the moonlight illuminated the room even more clearly. Jiang Huai quietly lifted the quilt, tiptoed to Chu Xianning’s bedside, and reached the foot of the bed.
In his sight, Chu Xianning’s white and tender little feet became increasingly clear. Jiang Huai didn’t know what he wanted to do; his mind had turned into a paste. He had started to fantasize, wondering if Chu Xianning had cast a love spell on him, and why he always liked to act like a little lapdog in front of Chu Xianning. Clearly, he always restrained himself in front of other women.
Just one touch, and touching them tonight would allow him to sleep peacefully.
However, before Jiang Huai’s fingertips could even touch Chu Xianning’s white and tender little feet, a clear and aloof voice sounded in his ear, “What do you want to do?”
Jiang Huai was instantly on the verge of tears. He didn’t even dare to turn his head to look at Chu Xianning’s eyes, only stammering his reply, “Seeing, seeing Master’s little feet exposed, wanting to help Master cover them, so that your little feet don’t get cold…”
Even he didn’t believe what he said.
There was silence in the room. After about a few breaths, he heard Chu Xianning’s cold reply.
“Disgusting.”
Instantly, Jiang Huai shrank back into the quilt, wrapped himself into a mummy, and began to play dead. At this moment, he wished he was a mummy who had been dead for many years, no longer hearing any sound or having any thoughts.
I really want to die.
