Continue."
"You can start again now."
"We don't have much time left."
"Don't just stand there, I'm awake now, continue."
"…"
There was no sound, no conversation.
In this cramped cave dwelling deeply embedded in the mountain, there was only Xu Yuan's calm reminder after he revived from near death each time.
And with each instance Xu Yuan's voice sounded, it would weaken slightly more.
With Ran Qingmo's advance arousal of Xu Yuan from his coma, the time he awakened from near death shortened from around an hour to less than half an hour.
Healing through energy transmission allowed one to use someone else's Qi to heal their own body.
But the Qi infused into the body from another was ultimately not one's own.
Each healing through energy transmission would leave some remnants of the other's Qi in one's own meridians.
In situations where there was ample time, this was beneficial.
With one's own cultivation, it was possible to refine the residual Qi left in one's body by someone else, gradually making use of it to enhance one's own cultivation level.
However, too many healing sessions through energy transmission in a short span of time could cause the Qi remaining in the body from another to undergo a qualitative change, leading to an almost incurable hidden ailment.
Ran Qingmo explained the pros and cons to Xu Yuan, but Xu Yuan did not care.
The reduction of time spent near death from an hour to half an hour was already more than enough for him.
This was good news; it meant he would have more opportunities to adapt to the near-death state, making more preparations for the final cultivation of the Blood Essence Heart Meteor Art.
Time stealthily passed amidst these repeated brushes with death.
Five times,
ten times,
twenty times,
thirty times….
His consciousness cycled endlessly at the brink of death's endless darkness, and Xu Yuan had forgotten how many times he had entered the near-death state with her help.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Lit by the faint glow emitted by the Luminous Pearls on the stone walls, he saw the woman's exquisite and flawless face, as well as the thin layer of sinisterly cold frost that covered his own body.
"Ran…
Miss Ran."
His voice was weak and trembling, but it also meant that Xu Yuan was now able to steady his mind despite such a near-death state, even managing to speak.
Ran Qingmo quietly looked up, her serene eyes containing a complex expression:
"Go ahead."
Xu Yuan, covered all over by Ice Crystals, struggled to maintain a steady tone:
"How much longer will the Formation outside..
still…
be active?"
Ran Qingmo closed her eyes to sense, and after a while, she replied softly:
"About two more days."
"Two more days….."
Xu Yuan let out a slight sigh.
There was still too little time.
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Even if he ignored the risk of the hidden ailment and risked his life, it had still taken about three days to complete just the third step.
Despite the limited time remaining, getting anxious would accomplish nothing.
The necessary preparations had to be made, even if there was only one chance left.
And Xu Yuan believed that Changtian, the Prime Minister's eldest son, wouldn't risk him, his younger brother, running into cultivation deviation by forcing his way through the barrier after realizing that he was cultivating.
At this point, Xu Yuan could only gamble.
After a long silence, Xu Yuan finally said with a trembling voice:
"In the coming day, I…
I will start running the Cultivation Technique.
If I run into cultivation deviation, then…
please take care of it."
Ran Qingmo nodded silently.
Looking at her solemn gaze, Xu Yuan smiled gently:
"Miss Ran…
After a day, I will officially begin cultivating.
Remember to remind me."
"Yeah, okay."
…
…
The first attempt to cultivate while in a near-death state was much harder than Xu Yuan had anticipated.
Not because his consciousness couldn't converge, but because there was simply too much residual Origin Qi left by Ran Qingmo in his body.
Countless healing sessions over the days had almost transformed Xu Yuan's meridians into the shape of Ran Qingmo's.
His own body's talent was never good to begin with.
The degree of blockage in each of his meridians was akin to narrow sheep-intestine paths, and now these narrow paths had an added layer of Ran Qingmo's icy blue Origin Qi.
These remnants of icy blue Origin Qi had crawled over the inner walls of every meridian within his body.
In such circumstances, for Xu Yuan to direct his remaining Origin Qi to circulate according to the Cultivation Technique's routes was extremely difficult.
After becoming aware of this, Xu Yuan's heart did not fluctuate much.
He still held firm to the belief he always had,
When there's a problem, solve the problem.
If the meridians within his body became narrower, then he would have to be even more careful when guiding the Origin Qi forward.
If a cycle of the Cultivation Technique took longer to complete, then he would have to forcefully maintain a clear state of consciousness for a longer period while on the verge of death…
…..
A day slipped by swiftly.
Waking up from yet another coma,
the first thing Xu Yuan saw was her, still silently watching over him.
Different from before, he was now lying on the only jade bed in the cave dwelling.
Sitting up in silence, Xu Yuan glanced at the jade bed.
On the immaculate white jade bed, there were two Cultivation Techniques quietly stacked together, next to which sat two bottles of the precious Elixir Medicine necessary for cultivation.
Watching in silence, his thoughts tinged with emotion, after more than a month, he finally reached the last step.
"Um, I…
haven't looked through your Cultivation Techniques."
Perhaps due to Xu Yuan's prolonged gaze, the Big Ice Lump suddenly said this out of the blue.
Glancing over, Xu Yuan Wan'er:
"I know."
These two manuals had nothing special about them, other than the content they contained; they were simply ordinary pages.
With Ran Qingmo's cultivation level, if she wanted to, she could clearly investigate from several dozen meters away using her Will-spirit, even with the books closed.
Xu Yuan adjusted his posture in silence and sat cross-legged on the jade bed.
///24///
Upon opening the two jade bottles, a scent mingled with blood and elixir fragrance instantly permeated the cramped cave dwelling.
He spread two elixir pills across his palm, their surfaces marked with ancient, intricate patterns.
Xu Yuan glanced sideways one last time at Ran Qingmo beside him, and half-jokingly said,
"Mr.
Ran, you should hope for my success, otherwise, this cave will be our final resting place."
"….."
Ran Qingmo stared at him without speaking.
She was still as reticent as when he first met her.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan shook his head, somewhat disinterested, and without another word, he tossed back the two elixir pills in one gulp.
The pills dissolved upon entering his mouth, transforming into two smooth currents of warmth that entered his body.
It wasn't painful.
On the contrary, the spreading warmth within his body was actually somewhat comforting.
But just as this thought crossed Xu Yuan's mind, a sudden change occurred!
One of the currents of warmth turned violent, transforming into a torrent of Origin Qi that surged along Xu Yuan's meridians, rushing through his body!
The sudden onslaught of intense pain caused Xu Yuan's entire body to uncontrollably curl up like a shrimp.
His narrow and clogged meridians could not withstand such a massive impact from the Origin Qi.
As the Origin Qi passed through each inch, Xu Yuan's meridians cracked inch by inch, the pain of his shattered meridians reaching deep into his heart, nearly driving him to the brink of losing his mind.
Pain…
it was too painful!
The deep pain that penetrated to the marrow made it impossible to breathe, and his vision began to blacken in waves.
However, fortunately, numerous brushes with death had made it so that Xu Yuan could still forcibly stabilize his will-spirit, avoiding being overwhelmed by the pain and falling into unconsciousness.
For the duration of a quarter of an hour,
the violent medicinal power of the Calamity Falling Pill made a full circuit through the 127 meridians in Xu Yuan's body.
Accompanied by the bone-deep pain, Xu Yuan could feel that his 127 meridians were in a state of being shattered to pieces.
And his external body was already too weak to maintain the seated meditation posture, collapsing limply onto the jade bed.
A sense of despair, truly belonging to death, began to slowly spread within his heart…
However, at this moment, the second current of warmth from the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill also began to spread into his fractured meridians.
This current of warmth was warm and sticky; with each inch it passed, it brought a tingling warmth.
Xu Yuan, sensing this condition, knew the time had come and immediately began to guide the medicinal power of the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill to circulate according to the route of the Heart Calamity Transference Method.
As the medicinal power of the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill flowed and spread, the broken meridians within Xu Yuan's body began to be repaired bit by bit.
Yet this was merely the beginning.
The powers of the Calamity Falling Pill and the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill, one after the other, began to constantly circulate through the meridians inside Xu Yuan's body.
The Calamity Falling Pill was responsible for breaking down everything in its path, while the Blood Spirit Fusion Pill followed behind, mending as it went.
Pain and comfort intertwined incessantly, driving a person to madness.
The meridians were broken and then repaired, repaired and then broken again.
Over and over, round and round.
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As time passed,
Xu Yuan found that his consciousness, rather than blurring with the constant brushes with death and intense pain, was becoming more solid and clear.
After an unknown amount of time,
Xu Yuan even managed to spare a portion of his will-spirit to sense the qi that was drifting freely between heaven and earth.
He could initially only sense a mere few weak "qi clusters" in the cave dwelling, which now were continuously increasing as the Heart Calamity Transference Method circulated without end.
His pale face gradually regained a healthy color, and his breath, as thin as a thread, slowly stabilized, with everything moving towards a steady state.
Besides that,
there were some strange images that flowed into Xu Yuan's mind like a gentle stream.
It was like watching a movie made of consciousness streams.
Fragments, intricate, yet somehow forming a coherent whole.
Upon careful sensing,
Xu Yuan quickly realized something was amiss.
Were these images memories belonging to Xu Changtian?
As the integration of will-spirit and body became perfect, these residual memories buried within the body began to surface slowly in Xu Yuan's mind.
There were trivial moments of washing and bathing in daily life,
instances of bullying men and dominating women in the streets, relying on his family's power,
also scenes of horseback riding and hunting excursions,
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and even the outrageous event of the Third Young Master forcefully indulging in the company of five ladies at the Zuixian Pavilion after consuming an elixir…
From vague to clear, numerous memories emerged.
However, contrary to Xu Yuan's expectations, these memories of Xu Changtian related to his father were few and far between.
Most of the time, the man was merely a silhouette that instilled fear, a silhouette that made him tremble.
Fear?
Xu Yuan noticed that when the silhouette flashed across his mind just now, he too felt a hint of fear.
He was being influenced by these memories.
With this thought in mind, Xu Yuan hastily reined in his will-spirit to stop thinking about the Prime Minister.
But the next moment, those memories uncontrolledly surged back into his mind.
Compared to the father, who loomed large over him, the memory that had the deepest impact on Xu Changtian was of his elder brother.
As the memories poured in, Xu Yuan found that the body's sense of fear towards Xu Changge was even greater than the fear of his own father.
It was almost a terror ingrained in his marrow.
Just the thought of that person made Xu Yuan's body tremble slightly even now.
What level of fear could cause such a reaction…?
It didn't take long for Xu Yuan to find the answer in the flashes of memory.
Scenes from the fragments of memory appeared before his eyes.
"Worthless!
You can't even handle such a simple task!"
"If I see you disgrace yourself in public again, I will beat you to death on behalf of our father."
"Foolish thing, look at the disgraceful acts you've committed in the Imperial Capital!"
"Cultivation, you fail.
Civil examination, you fail.
Xu Changtian, can't you learn from your second brother and fourth sister?!"
///25///
Hahaha…
Xu Changtian!
What a difference three days can make.
I was dispatched to the Northern Barbarians for just three months, and by the time I return home, you've stirred up such a good mess.
Impressive, you!
Now you've even dared to lay a hand on the granddaughter of Marquis Wucheng, haven't you?!
Ying'er, help me get the whip, the thickest one!"
"…." Xu Yuan.
With these scenes flashing through his mind, Xu Yuan remained silent and speechless.
Xu Changge was ten years older than Xu Changtian.
With their father preoccupied with affairs of the Imperial Court, it was primarily his elder brother Xu Changge who had raised him since childhood.
However, this elder brother's method of education was rather simple and crude.
If he said he would beat you, he really would—the type that beat you to within an inch of your life.
Memories belonging to Xu Changtian continued to surface in his mind, and Xu Yuan could distinctly feel his emotions being influenced by the other party.
He didn't want this,
But at the moment, aside from silently accepting it, he had no other solution.
As the memories stretched on,
just as Xu Yuan was about to complete the Blood Essence Meteoring Art, his mind suddenly went blank.
The lingering memories from before seemed to be instantly wiped clean.
While Xu Yuan was puzzled,
a sword appeared in his consciousness.
A sword that seemed to pierce through the entirety of Tianmen Mountain.
But as quickly as the sword appeared, it also faded, vanishing almost in the blink of an eye from his consciousness…..
….
….
With the cultivation technique complete, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes.
The memories remained, but those emotions had already dissipated.
Yet, what was that sword that appeared in his mind at the end?
His gaze flickering, Xu Yuan suddenly recalled the sword intent he had sensed while gazing at Tianmen from the cliff.
He hadn't thought deeply about it at the time due to pressing matters, but upon reflection, he found many incongruities.
The appearance of that sword in his mind was most likely due to that gaze.
But why?
The gateway on Tianmen Mountain had been in existence for at least ten thousand years, witnessed by countless people.
So why did this opportunity present itself to him?
After much thought, the only difference Xu Yuan could identify was that he did not belong to this world.
Could it be that only the will-spirit of a transmigrator could sense the sword intent that had persisted for ten thousand years?
This reasoning was a bit abstract.
Unable to make sense of it, Xu Yuan decided to let the matter rest for now.
And at that moment,
Ran Qingmo's voice softly reached him from his side:
"The formation outside has dissipated; they are coming."
Xu Yuan glanced at her and reached for the Blood Essence Meteoring Art on the jade bed, his tone indifferent:
"I see."
While speaking,
he activated the cultivation technique, delicate threads of crimson Origin Qi emerging from between his fingers, winding around him.
The next moment,
flames ignited, and the solitary copy of the Blood Essence Meteoring Art along with that secret technique vanished from the world.
Like the "Ice Cloud Step" in Ran Qingmo's cultivation technique, the Blood Essence Meteoring Art came with many uses, and the flames before him were one of them.
Having dealt with the potentially identity-exposing stolen goods,
he donned the blood-red robe of blood jade and glass, then began methodically taking stock of everything useful in the cave.
Slipping the Sumeru Ring onto his index finger, he collected both the jade bed and the Spiritual Spring into the ring.
After a pause,
Xu Yuan gave the Luminous Pearls on the stone wall a look, and with a smooth motion, also placed them into the ring.
For a moment,
the cave plunged into complete darkness.
Untroubled by the darkness, Xu Yuan began to sit cross-legged and attempted to cultivate.
He was somewhat eager to experience the speed at which the Innate Taoist Body cultivated.
And when his will-spirit spread out, he immediately noticed the difference.
Unlike the previous sensation of just a few clusters of "Qi," at that moment, with his will-spirit's sensitivity, Xu Yuan felt as though he was enveloped by a boundless sea of Qi…..
Xu Yuan was unaware,
that Ran Qingmo's clear, tranquil eyes had been quietly watching him in the darkness, her expression carrying a hint of hesitance.
Time silently slipped by,
and suddenly,
"Um…"
Hearing the voice, Xu Yuan slowly opened his eyes and looked towards Ran Qingmo.
"My name is Ran Qingmo." Ran Qingmo.
"….."
Xu Yuan was somewhat puzzled as to why she would say this.
Although he had been addressing her as Mr.
Ran, Xu Yuan remembered that he had already mentioned her name back at the temple.
He gave a slight nod:
"I know."
After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes again.
After a pause of about ten seconds,
Xu Yuan opened his eyes once more, and infusing his eyes with Origin Qi, he indeed noticed the woman still gazing intently at him.
He was momentarily taken aback, then quickly realized she was inquiring about his name.
After having spent so much time together, she still did not know his name.
Instinctively he was about to give his own name, but then he stopped short.
His eyes flickered for a moment,
Xu Yuan's gaze slowly lowered, he exhaled, and the corner of his lips curved into a subtle, enigmatic smile:
"My name is…
"Xu Changtian."
///26//
Breaking the Wall Xu Yuan's emotions were somewhat complex.
But no matter what had happened before, he would probably only be able to use the name Xu Changtian in the future.
"Oh…."
A slightly disappointed voice echoed softly in the dark cavern, as if she was a bit saddened that he hadn't told her his real name.
After a few seconds of silence, she softly said,
"Then..
will you always use the name Xu Yuan?"
"….."
Xu Yuan?
A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes.
After a moment of thought, Xu Yuan remembered that in "Cangyuan Chronicles," there was mention of the concept of courtesy names, but this Third Young Master always died as soon as he appeared, and his name was never revealed.
Now that he learned that his original identity also bore the name Xu Yuan, he found it somewhat surprising.
Was it a coincidence?
Or was it because of some other reason?
His thoughts wandered, then quickly refocused.
Xu Yuan was not one to waste time on matters he couldn't comprehend.
With this thought, Xu Yuan turned to the woman beside him and said in a slow voice,
"Miss Ran, wait a moment….."
"Ran Qingmo."
Suddenly, Big Ice Lump interrupted him, her clear eyes unwavering and serious,
"My name is Ran Qingmo."
"….."
The air was quiet for a moment as they silently gazed at each other in the darkness.
Feeling somewhat at a loss, Xu Yuan nodded and smiled, speaking again,
"Ran Qingmo, after they come later, don't speak.
I'll deal with it."
This time, Big Ice Lump seemed satisfied and nodded her head,
"Mm..
okay."
After that, neither of them spoke again.
Xu Yuan slowly closed his eyes and re-entered the state of cultivation.
Since the spiritual spring had been completely absorbed into the Sumeru Ring, the Origin Qi of the cave was gradually thinning, but due to the spirit-sealing formation still being in effect, the surrounding Origin Qi remained impressively dense to Xu Yuan.
The cultivation technique started to operate within his meridians, and the surrounding Origin Qi was gradually absorbed into his body.
The meridians in Xu Yuan's body, which were originally as narrow as sheep intestines, had now become wide highways, and the icy blue Origin Qi that had lined the walls of the meridians had been thoroughly swept away by the overwhelming medicinal power.
The free-floating Origin Qi in the world entered his meridians almost without any resistance and quickly began to transform.
Just a quarter of an hour later,
Xu Yuan realized that the amount of Origin Qi he had refined in this short period of time was already equivalent to a week's worth of his arduous cultivation before.
His emotions were somewhat moved and also slightly helpless.
What ordinary people strive their whole life to achieve can't compare to what geniuses can do effortlessly.
His mind fully immersed in cultivation, only those who had strived as ordinary people and faintly sensed the sparse Origin Qi could understand the terrifying advantage brought by his Innate Taoist Body.
But soon, Xu Yuan noticed, for some reason, that the free-floating Origin Qi around him was dissipating at a visibly rapid rate.
Origin Qi, similar to air, continuously flows from "high pressure" areas to "low pressure" areas, refilling any voids.
But despite that, the Origin Qi within the cave was disappearing rapidly.
From dense to thin, and finally, until only a weak "Qi cluster" remained around him at a distance of about two feet.
Xu Yuan's eyes, still closed, frowned slightly as he sent out his will-spirit to probe.
When ordinary people begin their cultivation, their will-spirit can only sense a faint Origin Qi less than a foot away from their bodies, and they can't detect anything else about the Origin Qi—the flow or replenishment.
At this moment, the terror of the Innate Soul Body was once again evident.
Not only was Xu Yuan's sensory range wider, but he could also clearly perceive the flow direction of the Origin Qi.
As his will-spirit probed, Xu Yuan sensed that the dissipating Origin Qi within the cave was flowing towards a spot one meter beside him.
"….." Xu Yuan.
He stopped his cultivation technique and opened his eyes to look.
Ran Qingmo was sitting cross-legged beside him with her eyes closed.
The Origin Qi of the cavern was being hoarded by her.
And he, he simply couldn't compete with Big Ice Lump.
His eyes flickered slightly, Xu Yuan shook his head lightly and stopped cultivating, leaning against the stone wall to rest with his eyes closed.
He began to understand why Ran Qingmo was able to cultivate to the level of Great Grandmaster at such a young age.
She was cultivating at all times.
Whether it was during their first meeting in the Buddha Hall, when she woke up with hypothermia in the cave, or during the breaks while trekking through the Wanxing Mountain Range.
If she was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, then she was meditating.
A genius who works hard is a true genius.
Thinking up to this point, Xu Yuan's thoughts suddenly stalled as he recalled his eldest brother from his memories.
That guy, he hadn't cultivated much, had he?
In the childhood memories, he would always pester his brother, who was ten years his senior, to play with him.
While Xu Changge looked unwilling, he would still accompany him, often for the whole day.
In these memories, he had never seen Xu Changge stop to sit down and cultivate.
As Xu Yuan's thoughts wandered,
Ran Qingmo, sitting beside him, had quietly opened her eyes and said in her cool voice,
"They're here."
Xu Yuan immediately snapped back to attention, his expression sharpening.
The next moment,
"Boom!!!!"
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Stones flew, and the sturdy wall of the cave was blasted open by an external force, creating a deep hole of over ten meters and sunlight poured in through that opening, instantly dispelling all darkness inside the cave.
In that incoming sunlight, several figures could be faintly seen.
It seems that out of a fear for Ran Qingmo's strength, they dare not to rush into this narrow cave dwelling.
After a moment of silence,
a cold and hoarse female voice came from outside the cave.
"Mr.
Ran, please come out."
The voice echoed throughout the entire cave dwelling.
After a second of silence,
Ran Qingmo silently picked up her sword and stood up to walk towards the cave entrance.
Xu Yuan reached out and grabbed her wrist directly.
She turned her head to look at him, and Xu Yuan shook his head gently at her.
At the current moment, with the strength of his cheap elder brother, he could deal a deadly blow to that Big Ice Lump.
Ran Qingmo stayed silent for two seconds, but obediently stood still.
Xu Yuan slowly rose to his feet, patted his blood-red robe, and said aloud:
"Mr.
Ran has not hurt me, do not attack her, let her leave."
"….."
Hearing Xu Yuan's voice, the figures outside the cave did not respond.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan also walked toward the cave exit.
The blasted cave stretched about ten meters, with rubble all over the ground.
His boots clicked on the stones as he walked.
Standing at the entrance of the cave, Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes and infused them with Origin Qi to adapt to the sunlight outside.
Xu Yuan raised his hand and gently touched his neck, seeing the four figures standing in the air outside.
A man with a sloppy beard, a woman in a tight ponytail dressed in a tight outfit, a bald monk, and that masked woman in tight black clothes exposing her fair arms.
Xu Yuan's gaze locked onto the last masked woman.
He remembered her.
This woman was Ying'er, who had handed over the weapon during Xu Changge's attack on him.
Ying'er's indifferent gaze swept over Xu Yuan and she said in a low voice:
"Zhou Chen, take the Third Young Master away."
"…."
Zhou Chen glanced at the Third Young Master standing at the cave's entrance, his eyes helplessly shaking his head.
The blood-red robe was quite dashing indeed, but who would listen to the words of this prodigal Third Young Master?
Killing Ran Qingmo was an order from Changtian.
With that in mind,
Zhou Chen dashed towards Xu Yuan in a flash, so fast that Xu Yuan could not see clearly.
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But halfway, Zhou Chen's figure suddenly came to a violent stop, frowning and hanging in mid-air.
Where the gaze met,
strands of eerie blood-red Origin Qi were emerging from the palm of that good-for-nothing Third Young Master's hand touching his neck, coiling around his own fair neck.
In the instant that Zhou Chen moved, thin streams of fresh blood had already begun seeping out on his neck.
Xu Yuan gently touched his neck, once again scanning the four people around him, and repeated each word deliberately:
"I said,
"let Mr.
Ran leave."
Feeling the warmth of the fresh blood trickling down his neck, Xu Yuan felt that if he could be completely rational, he should seize this opportunity to get rid of that Big Ice Lump.
By doing so, his identity would naturally be fully confirmed, with no flaws left.
But Xu Yuan couldn't.
Perhaps in the future, he and she might end up in conflict over some matters, but it definitely shouldn't be now.
Call him a holy mother or a bootlicker if you will.
If one cannot repay kindness, the very least one should not do is repay kindness with enmity.
She had helped him so much along the way, and in the cave dwelling as well, she helped him silently; if not for her, just being unable to solve the rejection sickness alone would have cost him his life at this moment.
Ran Qingmo stood with her sword inside the cave, watching the blood-red figure at the entrance, her red lips slightly pursing…
"….."
Mists swirled, and beneath lay the thousand-foot abyss of the hanging cliff; the entrance of the cave suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Seeing that burst of blood-red Origin Qi, Ying'er's detached eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but then quickly returned to normal:
"Third Young Master, we are here to save you, what do you mean by this?"
Xu Yuan shifted his gaze towards her and said softly:
"To save me is not in conflict with letting Mr.
Ran go."
After a brief conversation, the cave entrance fell silent once again.
To the four figures floating outside the cave, it was unexpected that the Third Young Master had Origin Qi in his body, but to people of their cultivation, it did not count for much.
It was easy to knock the Third Young Master unconscious and take him away, it was just a matter of flashing forward.
But the problem was, no one knew what cultivation technique the Third Young Master practiced, nor did they know if the blood-red Origin Qi coiled around the Third Young Master's neck would go berserk after he was knocked unconscious.
It's true, the gap in strength would allow them to suppress it forcibly with their own Origin Qi before it could go berserk.
But,
what if?
What if the situation didn't match expectations and the Third Young Master accidentally got hurt, who would take the responsibility?
If the Third Young Master dies at their hands, it would roughly equate to a collective burial for the entire family.
No one dared to take that responsibility.
No one knew how long the stand-off in the atmosphere lasted,
when a sigh suddenly came slowly from the top of the hanging cliff.
It was faint, but clear enough to fall into the ears of everyone present.
After the sigh,
a voice as smooth as jade arose:
"Ying'er, if Mr.
Ran wishes to leave, let her go.
Just bring Changtian up here."
///27///
Inspection Towering cliffs of a thousand feet, with the sound of wind howling past.
As the sound subsided, the slightly stagnant atmosphere instantly relaxed.
The eldest son had actually rushed back from the Ancient Abyss.
With the eldest son's command, there was naturally no need for the people present to continue indulging the Third Young Master in his pretend play.
The four figures suspended in the air disappeared in an instant, leaving only the woman named Ying'er still standing on the spot.
A moment of silence,
Xu Ying'er stared at the blood-colored figure at the entrance of the cave and spoke softly again:
"Third Young Master, please come with me.
The eldest son is waiting for you at the mountaintop."
"….."
Xu Yuan didn't hurry to remove his hand from his neck, but still fixed his gaze on the figure standing aloof in the air, softly calling out:
"Mr.
Ran, we can leave now."
"..."
Hearing his voice, Ran Qingmo slowly walked out of the cave dwelling, silently standing with her sword beside him.
The sudden sunlight outside the cave made it hard for her eyes to adjust.
Closing her eyes,
Opening them.
Underneath the overhanging cliffs,
amidst the brilliant sunlight, the clouds rolled with the wind, the vastness of heaven and earth endless to sight, yet the figure standing beside her was clearly visible.
Her beautiful eyes lowered slightly as she spoke softly:
"I'm leaving."
"Mm, take care."
Xu Yuan glanced sideways, his voice very calm, "What I said before is still valid.
If you change your mind, you can find me in Jingjiang City."
His words referred to the cooperation he had proposed to her in the temple.
Ran Qingmo's red lips parted slightly, she was silent for a few seconds, and finally, she nodded slightly:
"Okay."
As the sound of her voice fell,
Ran Qingmo turned around, the Ice Cloud Step forming invisibly beneath her feet, lightly stepping upon it.
"Oh, by the way."
The voice that suddenly came from behind made her step pause.
Xu Yuan watched her graceful back and said softly:
"My name is Xu Yuan."
"….."
Ran Qingmo looked back at the man behind her, her eyes showing a hint of surprise.
Xu Yuan's eyes were smiling as he repeated:
"I said, my name is Xu Yuan."
"….."
Her terse reply was as it had been upon their first meeting: "Mm, okay, I'll remember that."
The woman dressed in black like ink left.
With a few leaps in the air, she quickly turned into a black dot that disappeared at the edge of the sky.
Only after watching the other person completely disappear did Xu Yuan slowly lower his hand from his neck.
Now, he had repaid the favor Ran Qingmo had done for him.
Turning to look at Ying'er, still standing aloof in the air, Xu Yuan gave a calm command:
"Take me up."
…..
The clouds before his eyes kept rolling forward, eventually clearing abruptly, revealing the azure sky.
In a daze, Xu Yuan had been brought back to the overhanging cliffs by that masked figure, Ying'er.
About to meet Xu Changge, his state of mind was rather calm; after all, he had now inherited the original body's memories, coupled with the refinement of the Blood Origin Heart Decree.
His identity as Xu Changtian was now unbreakable.
After bringing Xu Yuan up, Ying'er didn't say another word and walked straight ahead.
As Xu Yuan looked at the receding figure, his dark pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinholes.
On this mountaintop, he had unexpectedly seen another giant seven-petal python head.
The reason he said 'another' was,
Compared to Ji Qingyue, this python head had its seven lotus blossoms fully bloomed, and atop the python's head sprouted an additional, enormous dark green horn.
Xu Yuan stared at it for a long time before he fully confirmed the identity of this python head.
Great, another leading lady has been chopped by Xu Changge.
Given the features, this python head should belong to Ji Qingyue's sister, Ji Fenghua.
The plot of "Cangyuan Chronicles" had just begun, and the princesses of the Serpent Monster Clan inside the Ancient Abyss were already annihilated.
The Xu Xian storyline he once played out in "Cangyuan Chronicles" had been completely nullified.
However, this thought of complaint was fleeting, and soon Xu Yuan realized the seriousness of this incident.
The direct death of two major female characters meant that the butterfly effect he brought had already started to make the plot of "Cangyuan Chronicles" run amok.
The future began to become unpredictable.
Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, Xu Yuan's gaze began to move again.
Eventually,
His eyes naturally fell upon a handsome young man.
Xu Changge.
He sat quietly beneath the huge python head of Ji Fenghua.
Clothed in green, with dark patterned cloud sleeves, his skin faintly glowed, and his deep eyes were as serene as a cold pool, with his long hair fluttering slightly with the wind at the mountaintop.
Simply sitting there, he evoked a sense of self-deprecation in others.
It was as if some people were born like the bright moon in the night sky, gentle and not dazzling, yet making others keenly aware of their own insignificance.
But at this moment, all this was unimportant to Xu Yuan,
What was important was,
Why was such a man now holding a long, thick vine in his hand?
Connecting to the memories in his mind, an ominous premonition rose in Xu Yuan's heart, and he immediately shouted in the original owner's voice:
"Xu Changge, I warn you…"
"Crack!"
Before Xu Yuan could finish speaking, the young man's eyes narrowed, and the vine in his hand lashed toward Xu Yuan like a coiled snake.
"…" Xu Yuan.
Damn, what kind of brother is this?
Playing violent discipline at twenty years old?
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Xu Yuan quickly activated his cultivation technique, infusing Origin Qi into his eyes to clearly see the trajectory of the lashing vine.
He dodged with a side step.
"Snap!"
A whip struck the ground beside him, immediately kicking up a cloud of dust.
As the vine whip recoiled, Xu Yuan was astonished to see a deep gash it left on the ground.
Looking back, Xu Yuan cursed loudly:
"Xu Changge, are you serious?!"
"Snap!"
Xu Changge, with a calm expression, unleashed the second strike, his voice slow and gentle:
"If you think it's real, then it might as well be."
This time, the vine whip was even faster, and Xu Yuan barely dodged it with all his might.
And this time, the mark on the ground was so deep that it even cracked a small stone at the edge of the cliff.
Seeing this, Xu Yuan was truly angered and opened his mouth to continue cursing, but Xu Changge's third whip was already on its way.
Xu Yuan took a deep breath, his will-spirit reached out, and strands of crimson Origin Qi emerged from his hands, grabbing the incoming vine whip out of thin air.
The moment that thread of blood-colored Origin Qi appeared, Xu Changge's narrow eyes narrowed into slits.
As the crimson Origin Qi burst forth from Xu Yuan's hands, a blood-red flame also ignited on the vine whip.
The blood-red flame climbed up the whip, rapidly racing towards Xu Changge at the other end!
Xu Changge remained seated in his original place, quietly waiting for the blood-red flame to reach the end, letting the eerie blood flame dance in his hand.
Watching the flame, a hint of surprise flashed in Xu Changge's deep eyes, and with a casual pinch, the flame instantly dissipated:
"This cultivation technique…
is quite good."
Xu Yuan opened his mouth, intending to say something, but before he could speak, Xu Changge across from him stood up and waved his sleeve robe at him.
In an instant, gusts of wind materialized out of nowhere from all directions, and Xu Yuan's body was tossed uncontrollably towards Xu Changge like a storm-tossed boat at sea.
Finally, he was suspended two meters away from Xu Changge in mid-air.
Xu Changge stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze steadily fixed on him.
Struggling to speak, Xu Yuan found that he was so suppressed by Xu Changge that he couldn't even move a finger.
Silence, they looked at each other.
After a long while, Xu Yuan turned away from that gaze unwillingly.
He had a nagging feeling that if he continued this staring contest, his elder brother would string him up and beat him.
As Xu Yuan's thoughts wandered, Xu Changge also looked away and said softly to Juexing:
"Master Juexing, please check on Changtian's body."
Upon hearing the name Juexing, Xu Yuan's scattered thoughts instantly recoiled, a chill running through his heart.
Juexing the monk was one of the few cultivators able to detect an incongruity between the will-spirit and the body.
To say it was a body check, Xu Changge was doubting his identity.
Why?
Was it because of his cultivation technique?
Or because of his life-threatening behavior?
But in memory, the original owner of this body had also done such absurd things before.
Before he could think more, a monk with a kind face slowly approached Xu Yuan, who was hanging in the air.
He bowed slightly, with his hands clasped together in greeting:
"Third Young Master, please forgive this humble monk's offense."
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Barely raising his hand, a mysterious surge of Origin Qi invaded Xu Yuan's body from a distance.
This Origin Qi didn't travel through the meridians but followed a strange pathway inside his body.
Although he knew that Juexing would most likely not find anything unusual, Xu Yuan still started to resist the invasion of Origin Qi to better fit the original personality.
But naturally, it was futile; that eccentric Origin Qi still penetrated his body.
A silence fell over the mountain top.
As the peculiar Origin Qi continued to infiltrate Xu Yuan's body, Juexing's expression grew increasingly astonished.
Seeing Juexing's expression, Xu Changge's eyes became darker.
After a moment,
Juexing stepped back, apologizing to Xu Yuan once again.
Turning to Xu Changge, Juexing seemed to hesitate, holding back what he wanted to say.
Xu Changge, as if braced for some revelation, took a deep breath, his voice plain but with a hint of coldness:
"Master Juexing, if you have discovered anything about Changtian, feel free to speak up."
As he said this,
he also glanced sideways at Xu Yuan hanging in mid-air.
Juexing, upon hearing the Young Master's tone, was slightly startled, then immediately realized his expression might have misled the Young Master and quickly explained:
"Young Master, there is nothing wrong with the Third Young Master's body, it's just that…"
Hearing there was no issue, something seemed to settle within Xu Changge, and his eyes softened as he asked:
"It's just what?"
Juexing glanced at Xu Yuan suspended in mid-air, measured his words, and said softly:
"It's just that the Third Young Master, well…"
After hesitating for a while, Juexing finally said uncertainly:
"It seems that the Third Young Master…
has become..
eh, an Innate Taoist Body."
"What?"
Upon hearing 'Innate Taoist Body,' Xu Changge, who was always the picture of a genteel, jade-like gentleman, finally showed a trace of astonishment on his face.
The next moment,
Xu Yuan felt a sudden release and began to plummet towards the ground.
However, before he could hit the ground, a gentle breeze caught him.
Subsequently, an enormous surge of green Origin Qi poured into his body like a flood.
The familiar sensation of invasion returned, and Xu Yuan didn't want to resist anymore.
It seemed like everyone he encountered could swirl some Origin Qi inside his body for a couple of rounds.
A short while later,
the green Origin Qi withdrew.
Xu Changge took two steps back, scrutinizing Xu Yuan without taking his eyes off him.
Now that Xu Yuan had regained control of his body, he met his older brother's gaze defiantly, echoing the original body's tone:
"Xu Changge, what are you looking at?
Once my cultivation catches up to you, you are dead meat!"
Upon hearing this,
Xu Changge's thin lips curved almost imperceptibly, as if he wanted to laugh, but he held back.
Eventually, he waved his sleeve robe and snorted coldly through his nostrils:
"You, a waste?
"Got a bit lucky and you raise your tail to the sky.
Because of the mess you made in Jingjiang City, father has to go through all this trouble to rescue you!
"…Forget it; it's pointless to talk more to you, Ying'er!
Bring me my whip!"
///28///
The Unexpected Incident Elders beating the younger generation was something Xu Yuan had already grown accustomed to.
It was in his nature, and since he naturally loved to have fun, in his past life, he was virtually brought up from childhood to adulthood under the old man's frequent beatings.
In elementary and middle school, he loved to cause trouble and fight; in high school, he fell in early love and had the girl's family knocking on his door; in university, he fell in love with wilderness travel, disappearing for more than a month at a time, with the school seeing neither hide nor hair of him.
Each time the old man caught wind of these things, it meant a severe thrashing for him.
Over time, Xu Yuan grew used to it.
He could not confront the problems, but couldn't he still avoid them?
The world was so vast – if he couldn't resist, couldn't he still run away?
Anyway, no matter what, they were still father and son, and once the old man's anger subsided, a few nice words, a firm attitude in admitting his mistakes, and the resumption of his allowance meant he could continue to play as he pleased.
But in this world now, Xu Yuan found he couldn't run even if he wanted to.
This so-called elder brother could literally hang him up and beat him.
Literally,
hang him up and beat him.
The kind of 'hang up and beat' where he couldn't even get a word out.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, a clear eagle's cry suddenly rang in Xu Yuan's ears.
Snapping back to reality, Xu Yuan looked around the unfamiliar chamber he was in and shook his head slightly.
After being knocked unconscious by the beating, the first thing he saw when he woke up was this room.
A light incense permeated the room, which was decorated in an ancient and simplistic style.
Looking out through the wooden window by the bed,
Xu Yuan saw an endless expanse of blue sky.
And,
a pair of giant eagle wings, each span stretching over ten zhang.
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Two days had passed since the beating, and he was currently seated on the "airplane" heading back to Jingjiang City.
Unlike the steel beasts of his previous world, this "airplane" was a living creature, a giant Black Eagle with a wingspan of over twenty zhang, and its broad back was fitted out with an ornate and luxurious pavilion.
It was Xu Changge's aerial palace, but since Xu Yuan was too weak, it was temporarily lent to him, the youngest brother.
As for Xu Changge himself…
That elder brother was busy with many matters.
After hanging and whipping him, he waited until he woke up and then took off with the two giant python heads immediately.
Xu Yuan guessed he was probably rushing back to the Imperial Capital to report back to their foster father.
To save him, Xu Changge had already spent too much time in the Wanxing Mountain Range, and at this critical moment, he had to return to support their father.
With this in mind, the image of the two giant python heads flashed in Xu Yuan's mind, and his expression slowly turned odd.
He thought of Ji Fenghua, who had her head severed by Xu Changge.
Ji Fenghua, a character with a beautifully drawn green-haired big sister.
A very large and very pale big sister.
However, Xu Yuan was more puzzled by his elder brother's strength than by the death of another two-dimensional wife.
As a seven-lotus stage Mature Seven-Life Mang, Ji Fenghua had blossomed seven blood lotuses decades ago; she was indeed very strong, much stronger than Ji Qingyue, the second princess of the Serpent Monster Clan, by several levels.
But such a character actually met her end at Xu Changge's hands.
It wasn't that Xu Yuan doubted Xu Changge's strength, but because in the many worldlines of "Cangyuan Chronicles," Ji Fenghua had clashed with Xu Changge once.
In the late stage of that worldline, exotic demons from the west crossed the ten thousand mountains of Wanxing Mountain Range and invaded the Dayan Empire.
Outside Jingjiang City, Xu Changge and Ji Fenghua fought fiercely.
And in that battle,
with no interference, Xu Changge lost by a narrow margin.
The severely injured Ji Fenghua transformed into a towering python and was swallowed whole, dying without a trace.
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To the discerning eye, at that time the gap in strength between Xu Changge and Ji Fenghua was negligible, even to the point where a single thought could determine the outcome of the battle.
But the reality now was,
Xu Changge went straight to Ji Fenghua's old home and chopped off her head.
Considering environmental factors, considering the almost unscathed state Xu Changge was in when he returned earlier, and considering that there were still other members of the Demon Race watching in the Ancient Abyss, Xu Changge's strength must be overwhelmingly superior to Ji Fenghua's at this moment.
This was a complete deviation from the plot, and the obvious discrepancy in combat strength that didn't match the original storyline made Xu Yuan feel somewhat uneasy.
In less than ten years, and given that Ji Fenghua didn't have the player's leveling cheat, she couldn't possibly have grown so strong so quickly.
Moreover, Xu Changge was also a true genius.
If Ji Fenghua could become stronger, so naturally could Xu Changge.
Special events like fortuitous encounters could narrow the gap in their strengths, but it would be impossible for them to become equal.
In other words…
Xu Yuan's train of thought momentarily stalled as a somewhat unrealistic idea surfaced in his mind.
In the time since the plot unfolded and the Ancient Abyss invaded the Dayan Empire…
Had his elder brother's strength not only failed to grow but actually diminished?
Why?
Xu Yuan couldn't understand.
In "Cangyuan Chronicles," there were many things that even players with a god's eye view didn't know.
For instance, how Ran Qingmo, who had just parted ways with Xu Yuan, knew that the Prime Minister planned to destroy the Tianyuan Sword Sect was completely beyond Xu Yuan.
After all, at this point in the plot, only Xu Yuan's cheap father and a few of his trusted subordinates knew about it.
While playing "Cangyuan Chronicles," Xu Yuan initially speculated that there was a traitor among the Prime Minister's subordinates, since there were only a few who knew about it at that time.
However, as he unlocked all the endings in the game, none of the Prime Minister's few trusted experts were ever exonerated.
Each and every one of them was loyal to the BOSS until the end.
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The production team dug holes and didn't fill them in, euphemistically claiming: they left space for the players to imagine.
Xu Yuan let out a slight sigh.
Without sufficient information, all conjecture was in vain; he would have to find an opportunity to investigate later on.
Not allowing his thoughts to stray further on this matter, Xu Yuan slowly shifted his gaze to his bedside.
Before leaving, his elder brother nonchalantly gave him over a dozen bottles of Elixir Medicine.
They were supposedly for healing the wounds of someone as useless as him.
Telling him to heal up quickly so that Father wouldn't blame him for being too harsh.
Unlike the three supreme-quality Elixir Medicines found in the cave, each in a jade bottle of their own, these jade bottles each contained over a dozen pills.
The Qingling Pill, which accelerates the recovery of Will-spirit and enhances the ability to sense Origin Qi for a period afterward.
The Guangling Pill, which strengthens the resilience of the meridians and is a divine medicine for consolidating the foundation and nurturing the origin.
The Humaí Pill, after taking it, produces a thin film inside the meridians, allowing the user to circulate their Cultivation Technique for twelve hours continuously without worrying about meridian damage.
The Dishun Pill, as its name suggests, can refine the Will-spirit.
Um…
healing injuries, my big brother said these were for healing his injuries…
these Elixir Medicines can indeed heal injuries, huh~
To say these Elixir Medicines are divine aids for those just starting cultivation wouldn't be an exaggeration—they virtually cover all sorts of issues one might encounter during cultivation.
What's more important is,
These Elixir Medicines have no side effects.
In the alchemy system of "Cangyuan Chronicles," most of the Elixir Medicines that help with cultivation leave some permanent debuffs after consumption.
Such as weakened Will-spirit (reduced mana bar), damaged meridians (increased experience needed for leveling up), and even some Elixir Medicines used for breaking through barriers can have irreversible effects on the organs (reducing maximum health).
Side effect-free Elixir Medicines only occur in one scenario,
The materials required to refine them are worth far more than the Elixir Medicines themselves.
In other words, it's like using valuable materials from the middle and late stages of the game to make something needed in the early stages.
Staring silently at the over dozen jade bottles for a long time, Xu Yuan suddenly felt an inexplicable urge to get beaten up again.
Then he gave a wry laugh and shook his head.
Although his big brother was indeed rough when hitting people, he was also truly generous with good items.
///29///
Knock knock knock—"
Someone knocked on the wooden door of the side room, and Xu Yuan turned his head upon hearing the sound:
"What is it?"
"Third Young Master, your medicinal meal is ready." A slightly hoarse female voice entered the room.
"Come in."
"Creak—"
With a creaking sound, the wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a slender woman dressed in the attire of a Shadow Guard walked in, holding a dinner plate.
It was Ying'er, who had always been by Xu Changge's side.
Her face veiled, she wore tight black clothes, a red sash, and her tidy ponytail gently swayed behind her head.
Looking at her, Xu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
In his memory,
As a standard debauchee and villain,
As someone with the "honorable" achievement of taking medicines by force to indulge in pleasures, Xu Changtian certainly had thoughts about Ying'er, the shapely Shadow Guard by his brother's side.
He even "tactfully" requested her from Xu Changge during their time in the Imperial Capital.
The original host thought she was just a dog raised by his family, a dog with slightly higher cultivation, no different from those with lower cultivation.
And naturally, the result of his request was a thorough beating from his elder brother.
The memories that flashed through his mind left Xu Yuan speechless.
It was absurd.
Visiting the Hook Bar, sleeping with maidservants, and abducting commoners' daughters were one thing, but the original host had actually set his sights on their own martial preparedness system.
Ying'er was a high-ranking Shadow Guard trained by their family.
Such a demand from Xu Changge was about as appropriate as a prince expecting a female general, who had been fighting wars abroad, to return and warm his bed.
Although he knew it was absurd, the play had to go on.
After confirming that he had not been possessed, Xu Changge didn't inquire about anything and simply left.
Where did his mysterious cultivation technique come from?
How did he acquire the Innate Taoist Body?
What had happened on the way while being used as a bargaining chip by Ran Qingmo, and why did he ultimately force her to leave by threatening his own life?
Xu Changge had not inquired about any of these matters.
Or rather,
Xu Changge didn't believe that this foolish younger brother whom he had beaten up since childhood would honestly tell him everything.
If Xu Changge hadn't preemptively sealed his mouth when beating Xu Yuan, he even thought he might hear some monstrous and unfilial words from this misbegotten mouth.
Therefore, he left Ying'er, who had always followed him, by Xu Yuan's side.
Xu Yuan deduced that it was both protection and surveillance.
Every action of his was likely to be delivered faithfully to Xu Changge by her.
His personality could change slowly, but it could not be abrupt.
Threatening death to release Ran Qingmo could barely be explained by feelings developed along the way; his conversation and expression with Ran Qingmo at the cave entrance should have been seen clearly by Xu Changge from the mountain top with his will-spirit.
Besides, threatening his own death was not the first time the original host had done something so absurd.
Thinking this,
Xu Yuan's gaze freely wandered over Ying'er's slim figure, wrapped tight in a black garment.
This time Xu Changge did not hit him too hard; although Xu Yuan was knocked unconscious, two days were enough time for him to get out of bed and walk around.
Ying'er entered the room and silently bent down to place the dinner plate on the wooden table in the center of the side room.
At that moment,
Xu Yuan suddenly chuckled and spoke,
"Heh— In the end, Xu Changge still gave you to me."
As if she hadn't heard his words, Ying'er continued methodically to take the medicinal meal out of the dinner plate and place it on the table.
"…."
Seeing this, Xu Yuan got out of the bed, a smile curling at the edge of his lips, and slowly walked behind Ying'er's graceful figure, raising his hand to pat her bottom.
His palm fell.
Slap—
A crisp sound echoed in the quiet room.
Silence suddenly filled the room.
Ying'er's eyes slightly lowered, showing no hint of emotional turbulence within them.
Xu Yuan was taken aback.
How come this woman with such high cultivation didn't dodge?
Weren't his past attempts to take liberties always dodged by her?
Contemplating for a moment, Xu Yuan kept his smile unchanged, and steeled himself to continue with more pressure, but the next instant his vision blurred.
"Plunk—"
A severed hand fell to the ground.
The cut at the place of severance was neat, the touch icy, the suffocating feeling like plunging into an ice cave.
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"Buzz—"
Back to reality,
Xu Yuan's hand was still gently pressing on the woman's buttocks, and Ying'er just glanced back at him indifferently.
This aura reminded him of the illusion when his head flew off upon his first encounter with Ran Qingmo.
In an instant, Xu Yuan understood that the other party wanted to use this once-and-for-all method to resolve his prying.
Breathing a little rapidly, Xu Yuan cooperated by gritting his teeth and taking two steps back:
"You…
what do you mean?"
"…"
Ying'er didn't speak.
She indifferently withdrew her gaze, turned around, left the room, and before leaving, she did not forget to gently close Xu Yuan's door.
Inside the room, silence for two seconds.
"Clang—"
Xu Yuan kicked over the wooden table in front of him, spilling the precious medicinal meals directly onto the floor.
After gasping for breath twice, Xu Yuan pretended to roar in rage inside the room while starting to trash it:
"I'm going to kill you!
To dare to treat me like this, I'm going to have my father execute you!!
"Bastard!!
Once my cultivation level is sufficient, I'm going to cripple your meridians and throw you in a dungeon!!"
…
…
Atop the upper loft of the massive black eagle, two figures sat leisurely, enjoying the breeze at the edges of the curved eaves.
The scruffy-bearded Zhou Chen lay on his side on the roof, with his sword placed to one side, drinking noisily from a liquor gourd.
Feeling the events unfolding in the main cabin below, Zhou Chen shivered slightly.
This Third Young Master dared to even touch that woman's behind.
His lips curling slightly, Zhou Chen looked toward Sizi Yu beside him, his voice tinged with respect:
"As expected of the Third Young Master, his guts and foresight are indeed astonishing."
Sizi Yu, sitting cross-legged next to him, had also sensed the happenings downstairs and chuckled softly:
"In matters like these, the Third Young Master's guts and foresight have indeed always been extraordinary.
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Even the beloved granddaughter of Marquis Wucheng was once tied up and taken back to the Prime Minister's Mansion by him."
"There was such a thing?"
Zhou Chen seemed surprised, "I remember that Commandery Princess was recognized by her relatives in the Imperial Capital just a year ago, no?"
That is the granddaughter of the military god of the north in the imperial court, and he even dared to abduct her.
The Third Young Master is truly a character.
Sizi Yu glanced at Zhou Chen:
"Otherwise, what do you think made the Third Young Master come from the Imperial Capital to this Jingjiang City a year ago?"
Zhou Chen stroked his stubble, his eyes flickering for a moment, then suddenly lowering his voice, whispering:
"So..
did he succeed?"
Sizi Yu's eyes twinkled with a hint of mirth:
"You're still interested in such matters?"
Zhou Chen, slightly disappointed, smacked his lips:
"If you can't tell, forget it."
Sizi Yu looked into the distance, speaking slowly:
"It was close.
At that time, I was responsible for the Third Young Master's safety.
The eldest son of Marquis Wucheng led people to storm the Prime Minister's Mansion and rescued her."
Zhou Chen shook his head and lifted the gourd to drink:
"That young marquis?
Are you his match?"
Sizi Yu shook his head: "No."
Zhou Chen raised his eyebrows:
"I remember his temper is not too good, how come the Third Young Master wasn't beaten to death?"
Sizi Yu spoke unhurriedly:
"At that time, Changge was in the mansion, but even he didn't know the girl was the granddaughter of Marquis Wucheng."
"…."
Silence,
Zhou Chen's eyes narrowed slightly:
"Are you saying that this little Commandery Princess was abducted by the Third Young Master before she even had a chance to recognize her relatives upon entering the city, such a coincidence?"
Sizi Yu shook his head:
"Naturally, it wouldn't be that coincidental.
The Third Young Master said he was instigated.
"But..
who instigated him, he can't remember."