Chapter 6: Farewell to Mo Chou

"Bring it here for me to see. How truly marvelous it is!" Lu Wushuang reached out to grab the wooden sword at Yang Guo's waist.

Lu Wushuang's body tensed up immediately, and she hurriedly said, "Cousin, please don't mention her again; just thinking of her gives me nightmares"

The fierce wind at the mountain peak blew his long robe, causing it to flutter as he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, immovable and majestic, like a sturdy pine standing on the cliff, tall and elegant. Wan Yan Ping gazed dreamily at his silhouette, suddenly feeling a sense of loneliness and desolation emanating from it, as if he were the only person left in the world. Unable to restrain herself, she softly called out, "Brother Xiao"

Yang Guo sat down on the cloth that Lu Wushuang had originally laid out and said with a smile, "If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not have believed it; it is truly beyond comprehension"

Lu Wushuang pointed to the wooden sword that had fallen to the ground and said, "This sword is indeed peculiar; just now, a surge of true energy came from the sound of the sword, piercing me like a needle."

Upon reaching the mountain peak, Wan Yan Ping gazed with curious eyes, fully appreciating the beautiful scenery of the mountains and waters. At times, she looked into the distance, and at other times, she gazed down at the valley, feeling a sense of tranquility and indescribable beauty. Each time her gaze shifted to Xiao Yue Sheng, she hurriedly averted her eyes, her heart racing, her face unable to resist flushing. The closer she got to Xiao Yue Sheng, the more she felt like a butterfly ensnared in a spider's web; the more she struggled within, the tighter the entanglement became.

In the glow of the fire, Lu Wushuang's delicate face seemed to be adorned with a layer of rouge, vibrant and enchanting. Cheng Ying still wore her gaunt mask, the flickering flames casting an eerie and frightening shadow. Yang Guo looked at these two distinctly different faces and couldn't help but chuckle. He then thought of his aunt; if only she could be with him, sitting together by the fire like this, how blissful and sweet that would be. Aunt, where are you? Do you know how much your Guo'er misses you?

Lu Wushuang's eyes sparkled with excitement as she said, "If it weren't for Brother Xiao's appearance last time, you wouldn't have seen us. That time..."

Yang Guo dragged the dilapidated offering table in front of the Buddha statue over, borrowed Lu Wushuang's saber, and split the table into pieces.

Xiao Yue Sheng had just been lost in thought and did not use his "inner eye" to observe Wan Yan Ping, thus he was unaware that her heart was in turmoil. Upon hearing his words, he hurried over and gently waved his hand towards her. She immediately felt as if she had entered a warm realm. A fierce wind swept a pile of dry leaves towards her, paused momentarily in front of her, and then split to the sides, leaving her with an extraordinary sensation. This was the very thing that enveloped her when she flew. She reached out her hand to touch it, but as soon as she extended her arm, she felt a slight tremor in her fingers, which were then bounced back. She lightly stuck out her tongue and ceased her random touching.

Among all the women Xiao Yuesheng encountered, Cheng Ying was gentle and graceful, yet inherently strong, embodying a softness on the outside and firmness within, with a strong sense of self; Lu Wushuang was lively but excessively ruthless; Ye Luying was straightforward, yet inevitably proud, none of whom captured his heart. Only Wan Yanping, of noble birth yet with a pitiable background, burdened by national grievances and familial hatred in her frail body, still retained a gentle and kind character. Her delicate and pitiable demeanor instantly captured his heart, stirring his emotions.

Yang Guo and Lu Wushuang were taken aback. Yang Guo said, "How did she find us? Has she been waiting at the intersection all along?"

Cheng Ying carefully put on the mask and softly said, "What is meant to come will always come; it is indeed you, cousin, who understands her best. It truly is at dawn."

Cheng Ying felt a slight stir in her heart, yet she was reluctant to part with her cousin, so she merely shook her head

Yang Guo shook his head, secretly lamenting that his aunt had grown up in the ancient tomb and was unaware of the ways of the world, completely ignorant of the dangers that existed in society. Even with her exceptional martial arts skills, it would be difficult for her to protect herself. Thinking of this, he felt an urgent sense of anxiety, but regrettably, he was unable to ensure his own safety at the moment

Lu Wushuang curled her lips, not quite believing it. As soon as her hand touched the wooden sword, a sudden shriek startled Yang Chengying. Chengying hurriedly asked, "What happened, cousin?"

Xiao Yue Sheng turned around to look at her. In the strong wind, his hair was tousled, yet it could not conceal the tear stains at the corners of his eyes. A faint smile graced his lips, but it could not hide the desolation between his brows. In that moment, she suddenly realized that she was finished; his face at this instant would be forever etched in her heart. This ordinary-looking man, this imposing figure radiating authority, this man who could defeat the world's greatest masters with a mere laugh, this man who was so lofty that he could only be looked up to, revealed such a vulnerable side before her, a mere woman. How shocking this expression was to her! She wished she could transform into a clear stream, washing away the tears at the corners of his eyes, cleansing the desolation between his brows, and restoring to the world a carefree and extraordinary person.

He forced a smile and said, "You must be tired; why not take a rest for a while? I will keep watch here."

Lu Wushuang nodded slightly, also expressing disbelief

Lu Wushuang slowly collapsed, her pale face drenched in sweat, her expression weary. Cheng Ying hurriedly supported her and exclaimed, "Cousin, what is wrong with you?"

Cheng Ying also woke up, removed the mask, gently rubbed her eyes, and softly asked, "Brother Yang, have you discovered something?"

Cheng Ying slowly placed her on the ground, allowing her to sit on the mat. With a soft chuckle, she said, "Look how scared you are. Is Li Mochou really that frightening? At most, she can only die!"

Yang Guo and Cheng Ying bid farewell to Xiao Yuesheng, Guo Jing, and others, contemplating a return to the ancient tomb on Zhongnan Mountain. In a state of despair and lethargy, it is highly likely that Xiao Longnu will return to the ancient tomb.

Yang Guo's mood had calmed down, and he asked, "Oh, is she very cruel in tormenting people?"

Yang Guo turned his eyes and said, "My aunt and Mrs. Guo have gone to attend to a matter and will meet us here shortly. I wonder what teachings my esteemed master has for Yang Guo upon your arrival"

Lu Wushuang waved her hand with difficulty, panting heavily, and said: "It's fine, just a short rest will do. That female demon has finally left! Thank heaven!"

Xiao Yue Sheng was utterly captivated by her delicate and timid demeanor, feeling an overwhelming desire to embrace her and shower her with affection. However, he maintained his composure, his expression remaining impassive, exuding an air of righteous propriety. He repressed his smile and said lightly, "Very well, we will arrive shortly"

Lu Wushuang felt extremely tired. She took out a piece of cloth from her bundle and spread it on the ground, sitting down heavily. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the fragrant sweat from her forehead and temples, sighing, "I am exhausted"

At this moment, her heart was overflowing with tenderness, wishing to transform the affection within her into a garment, to hold him tightly and warm his lonely heart, letting him know that there are still people in this world who love and care for him

Wanyan Ping felt her jade-like face flush under his gaze and softly said, "Everything is up to you, Brother Xiao."

A single call made Lu Wushuang's face turn even paler; thinking of how cruel her master could be in tormenting others sent a chill down her spine

Yours sincerely

The mountains and waters have their encounters; I earnestly hope to meet with the fairy, to engage in a long and heartfelt conversation, expressing our deep feelings, how delightful it would be

After the discussion, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were both astonished, not expecting that Brother Xiao possessed such extraordinary abilities. His profound martial arts, when compared to his Taoist skills, seemed almost trivial. What other remarkable talents does this enigmatic man possess? His teachings on self-improvement deeply resonated with both of them

Cheng Ying shook her head, touched the jade flute in her sleeve, and said, "There is no time."

Yang Guo smiled with satisfaction and said, "Of course!"

Xiao Yue placed his hand on her waist, suppressing the warmth that radiated from his palm. They floated gently upward, drifting downwind toward the mountains. Wan Yan Ping had grown accustomed to this magical art of levitation, her eyes wide open as she quietly gazed at the scenery passing by.

Yang Guo took down the wooden sword and handed it to her, smiling as he said, "This sword is indeed remarkable, as if it resonates with my thoughts."

A chill swept in, waking the two sisters who were huddled together. Lu Wushuang opened her hazy eyes and saw Yang Guo standing motionless at the temple entrance. Feeling something was amiss, she asked, "Fool, what are you doing standing there?"

The three individuals became increasingly animated in their conversation, even forgetting about Li Mochou, and before they knew it, the night had deepened and it was already dark.

Lu Wushuang lightly wiped the sweat from her face with a handkerchief and said with a bitter smile, "You haven't seen how she torments people. If you did, you would surely be even worse off than I am."

Cheng Ying said: "Brother Yang, you need not worry; your master possesses such high martial arts skills that he will certainly be safe"

Li Mochou finished reading the letter, her expression changing constantly. Her gaze shifted among Yang Guo and the others, fluctuating repeatedly. She bit her jade-like teeth, tucked the letter away, and placed it in her bosom, not sparing them a glance. With a slight twist of her waist, a yellow shadow flickered, and she had already flown out of the dilapidated temple, disappearing without a trace

Having spoken, he turned to Lu Wushuang and said with a faint smile: "Little girl, where is the Five Poisons Secret Manual? Hand it over, and considering our master-disciple relationship, I might grant you a quick end"

After meeting Wan Yanping, Xiao Yuesheng stared blankly at her, only then realizing that he had forgotten himself and tears had filled his eyes. She must have noticed, so he hurriedly turned his head away and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Miss Wan Yan, what is the matter?"

Wandering alone in this world, he gazes around, and all he sees are strangers. As an immortal being, he carries a profound secret that no one can articulate. In his presence, martial arts seem like mere child's play. True companions are hard to find, and masters often feel lonely. In just two short years, he has deeply experienced this tormenting solitude. He understands that as time passes, this loneliness will only grow more intense; perhaps this is the price of eternal life.

Yang Guo replied while chopping the table, "Exactly."

Cheng Ying shook her head and said, "Although I have not seen her, I am very familiar with the bell hanging from the neck of her donkey, and there is no way I could be mistaken."

After listening to Yang Guo's account, the two felt even more confident about the letter that Cheng Ying held in her arms. This was precisely Yang Guo's intention; rather than living in constant fear of death, it was better to die with peace of mind.

Lu Wushuang scoffed and said, "It is not merely cruelty that can describe it. Forget it, forget it, no need to speak further; just thinking about it sends chills down one’s spine"

They walked in secluded places to avoid attracting attention. At this moment, everything was desolate; the sky was high and the sun was setting, with mist and clouds gathering. What was once a dense, verdant forest had now transformed into sparse, bare trees, each one standing alone. Occasionally, a clear stream would catch the eye, but when one turned to look, it had already been left behind. In the distance, on a tree, withered leaves were gently blown by the autumn breeze, drifting downwards. Before they could touch the ground, that tree had already been cast behind them. Wan Yan Ping turned her head to look back, and it seemed to recede further away, in the hazy distance, as if those falling leaves had yet to reach the ground. Occasionally, a clear stream would catch the eye, but when one turned to look, it had already been left behind. In the distance, on a tree, withered leaves were gently blown by the autumn breeze, drifting downwards. Before they could touch the ground, that tree had already been cast behind them. Wan Yan Ping turned her head to look back, and it seemed to recede further away, in the hazy distance, as if those falling leaves had yet to reach the ground.

Lu Wushuang said anxiously: "Cousin, there might still be time. This female demon loves to torment people; she will surely wait until dawn tomorrow to act, allowing us to suffer for a night. If you can find Brother Xiao before dawn, you will definitely be able to save us"

The solitary and steep mountain peak appeared in an instant. At a glance, it was evident that this mountain was rarely visited by humans, surrounded by trees and entwined with vines, leaving no path to traverse. The entire mountain was covered in dense forest, with not a single gap in sight. Xiao Yue Sheng silently admired this place, recognizing it as a land rich in spiritual energy, truly an excellent location for cultivation.

After riding for a while, the sky had darkened, yet there was still no village in sight and no inn to be found. The only option was to rest in a dilapidated temple located on the hillside. The crumbling walls and broken structures were evident, the door was missing, and the statue of the Buddha inside had been cracked by the wind, leaving it in a state of disrepair. This place could barely provide shelter from the wind and rain

Lu Wushuang noticed the ancient shape of the wooden sword at Yang Guo's waist and curiously asked, "Is that wooden sword at your waist the Junzi Sword?"

The three let out a long sigh, and Yang Guo lamented, "Brother Xiao is indeed formidable; with just a letter and a map, he managed to scare away that female demon, Li Mochou."

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang thought about Xiao Yuesheng's abilities, feeling somewhat reassured. Lu Wushuang, filled with curiosity, asked: "Silly, can Brother Xiao really bring the dead back to life?"

The unparalleled young lady, with a pitiable background, is greatly cherished by me. I humbly request the celestial being to forgive me, in order to preserve the feelings we share in our meeting. I am immensely grateful.

Cheng Ying was slightly out of breath, having taken two quick breaths. She said, "I don't know, I was just looking for water when I suddenly heard the sound of her donkey's bell, so I hurried over. She might not have noticed us yet"

Lu Wushuang was so frightened that her face turned pale. She knew this master very well; if she were to be caught by her, she would undoubtedly suffer countless torments and die.

Gently supporting Wan Yan Ping's slender waist, Xiao Yue Sheng moved through the air, appearing ethereal as if floating like an immortal. Wan Yan Ping did not feel the wind, as if a layer of transparent glass enveloped her, her clothing remained still, and her hair did not flutter.

Xiao Yuesheng appeared to be indifferent, yet he was constantly observing her, albeit with his "inner eye". Upon noticing the excited expression on Wan Yanping's face as she gazed at the mountain peaks, he understood her feelings and gently changed direction, flying towards the mountain.

Lu Wushuang shook her head and sighed: "It is useless. She is skilled in tracking techniques, and we cannot escape. She will only follow us slowly until we are exhausted. She is looking for me, and it has nothing to do with you. You should return and find Brother Xiao to rescue me."

Yang Guo quietly watched the burning campfire, the wood crackling as it burned, while the chirping of autumn insects like crickets and grasshoppers occasionally filled the air, making the night feel even more tranquil. Scenes of his time with Xiao Longnv flashed through his mind, and he silently vowed that after finding his aunt, the two of them would return to the ancient tomb and never come out again, spending their lives together.

As dusk deepened and weary birds returned to their nests, the sudden cawing of crows stirred a sense of unease in Yang Guo. He inquired, "Miss Cheng has yet to see Li Mochou; it is possible that it is not her."

As thoughts drifted, the mind gradually became hazy, fatigue took over, and I fell into a dream.

The two women, already extremely fatigued from their journey, after experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions, were physically and mentally exhausted. Upon hearing the words, they did not hold back, nestled together, and soon fell asleep.

Yang Guo picked up the wooden sword and hung it at his waist, laughing, "This time, you all believe it, right"

Upon reaching this point, he no longer employed the art of manipulating the void, but instead executed the most ordinary form of lightness skill. He lightly stepped on the branches at the top of the trees, floating forward gracefully, and after two or three dozen zhang, he lightly stepped on another branch, exuding an indescribable sense of leisure and elegance

He embodies the thoughts of a modern individual, and his actions differ from those of people in this world. When he takes a liking to a certain woman, he does not hold back but rather pursues her directly. This time, when the opportunity arises, he naturally will not let it slip by, inviting her without hesitation. Although it may come across as abrupt, under his imposing demeanor, it instead highlights his boldness.

Cheng Ying observed one person speaking with great enthusiasm while the other listened with rapt attention, so she went out to look for water, checking if there were any nearby streams or rivers.

At this moment, Cheng Ying's breath had calmed down. Hearing this, she said: "Although Li Mochou certainly has some reservations about Brother Xiao, a mere letter may not have the desired effect. After all, Brother Xiao is not present, and Li Mochou might act impulsively, disregarding everything. That would be dangerous."

"Brother Xiao?" Li Mochou was taken aback, her heart racing, and she asked sharply, "Which Brother Xiao?"

Cheng Ying, curious, went to fetch the wooden sword, and it was the same.

Before her suddenly appeared a mountain peak, solitary and towering, as if carved by a knife, piercing the clouds, shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see the summit. Wan Yanping could not help but feel excited; having lived on the grasslands, she rarely encountered such a steep and extraordinary mountain peak.

By the time he awoke, it was already dawn. The first light of morning was faintly visible, the air was fresh, and the sky was a deep blue, pure enough to be refreshing

Cheng Ying, still wearing her mask, opened her bundle and carefully laid out the prepared provisions on the ground. Hearing this, she smiled and said, "Cousin, we were much more exhausted when we were being pursued by Li Mochou back then. You didn't complain about being tired then."

Wanyan Ping felt as if she were stepping on something beneath her feet, while the large hand at her waist merely rested lightly without applying any force. Moreover, the two of them floated in mid-air, flying for such a long time without ever touching the ground, as if they had sprouted wings and were soaring, a marvel beyond compare

Having said that, he took out a wax-sealed letter from his bosom and handed it to Li Mochou

Cheng Ying saw Yang Guo staring blankly at the flames, his expression shifting between joy and sorrow. She knew he must be missing Xiao Longnv. They were unaware of Yang Guo's true feelings for Xiao Longnv, believing instead that they shared a very close master-disciple relationship, a result of Xiao Yue Sheng's assistance in concealing the truth.

The last time we met was fleeting, and we parted hastily, leaving us with little opportunity for a lengthy conversation, which is quite regrettable. The fairy is a person of genuine character, and I find myself very much in harmony with her. Therefore, although the fairy may find my approach somewhat forceful, I still possess a heart that cherishes and values her. On both occasions we met, we greeted each other with smiles.

A melodious laugh, like the sound of silver bells, rang out from outside the temple. A yellow figure flashed, and within the temple appeared a beautiful young woman in an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, holding a silver whisk. With a charming smile, she was none other than the Red Serpent Fairy, Li Mochou

Yang Guo nodded slightly, leaned against the temple door, listened carefully for a moment, turned around and smiled, saying: "Sisters, Li Mochou has finally arrived"

Standing at the peak, gazing far and wide, to the south of the mountain lies a vast pool of water, bright as a mirror. The clear and pristine mountains, the transparent waters of the pool, the solitary wild goose flying in the distance, and the falling red leaves all evoke a deep sense of melancholy in Xiao Yue Sheng.

Li Mochou let out a light laugh and said, "Where is my little junior sister?"

The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra has always been a treasured possession in Li Mochou's heart. Initially, she was unable to cultivate it and was expelled from her sect. Having witnessed her master's formidable power when it was demonstrated, she held a considerable apprehension towards Xiaolongnv, who was practicing the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra. Upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes flickered as she glanced around, and only then did she feel at ease

Lu Wushuang let out a sigh and said, "Brother Xiao is still thoughtful; this female demoness, her vengeful spirit lingers!"

Cheng Ying watched as Lu Wushuang was so frightened by Li Mochou that she could hardly stand. She quickly took her small hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, and said to Li Mochou: "Daoist Li, Brother Xiao is Xiao Yuesheng. When we parted from Brother Xiao, he entrusted a letter to me, stating that the Daoist would surely meet us. When we see the Daoist, I will hand the letter to you."

She chuckled twice and said, "You little rascal, just wait and see how I, your master's uncle, will discipline you!"

She suddenly said, "Oh right, oh right, cousin, don't you have a letter from Brother Xiao?"

Yang Guo quickly turned his head, placing his index finger beside his lips to signal for silence

Although Lu Wushuang tried to maintain her composure, she was still unconsciously afraid due to the deep-seated terror instilled by Li Mochou. With a voice slightly trembling, she said: "She always likes to kill at dawn; whether we live or die depends on Brother Xiao's letter!"

In fact, she herself was not certain, but she did not want her cousin to suffer alongside her, so she deliberately said so

Yang Guo said anxiously: "How could I abandon you? Enough, enough, I might as well fight this female demon. Miss Cheng, it would be of no benefit for you to stay here; it would be better for you to return and find Brother Xiao. Perhaps there is still time."

After watching for a while, she unexpectedly fell asleep slowly, her head resting on Xiao Yuesheng's shoulder. Her long eyelashes gently shielded her eyes, and a serene calm enveloped her delicate face, making him fall even more in love with her.

After chopping the wooden table, he ignited the cloth on the ground with a fire stick, setting the wooden blocks ablaze. The altar table appeared to be made of pine, burning vigorously, and soon the heat rose within the dilapidated temple, dispelling the chill of late autumn

At this moment in late autumn, dressed in light clothing, Wan Yanping could only feel the large hand resting on her waist emitting waves of warmth, slowly spreading from her skin at the waist and quickly enveloping her entire body. Immersed in this warm sensation, her heart felt tranquil, and a faint fragrance lingered in her nose, reminiscent of the fresh scent of tender grass in the spring fields and the blossoms of peach trees in full bloom, invigorating her spirit. It was only then that she realized she was actually flying in the sky.

Cheng Yinglu Wushuang finally believed this, and was even more curious about Xiao Yuesheng. A seemingly ordinary wooden sword had transformed into a spiritual sword, and such a remarkable ability to turn decay into the miraculous was indeed astonishing

Cheng Ying smiled and said: "You need not be afraid. Before departing, Young Master Xiao entrusted me with a letter, stating that Li Mochou would certainly not let this matter rest and would come looking for us one day. When we encounter her, we shall present this letter to her, which will ensure our safety"

Cheng Ying found it somewhat hard to believe and softly said: "That can't be true; a dead person cannot be brought back to life. Throughout history, this has never happened."

Wanyan Ping said softly: "Let us go, Brother Xiao, it is a bit cold here"

Yang Guo suddenly smiled and said: "In fact, we need not worry. Brother Xiao possesses extraordinary skills that could shake the heavens and the earth. Even if we were to die, he might still be able to bring us back to life. The letter he entrusted to Miss Cheng must be backed by complete confidence. Even with a few doses of courage from Li Mochou, she would not dare to do anything to us"

Cheng Ying knew that this was merely an excuse to make her leave. Returning to Lu Family Village, even galloping on horseback, would take at least half a day, and the round trip time was simply insufficient.

Wanyan Ping felt extremely delighted; in this way, she could better appreciate the scenery of the mountain. It was as if she were flying just like before, but the scenery passed by in an instant, leaving no time to see it clearly, which made it less beautiful. She couldn't help but feel grateful for Brother Xiao's thoughtfulness.

The two women grew increasingly curious, so Yang Guo recounted what he had witnessed at the summit of Mount Hua, even sharing the teachings that Xiao Yuesheng imparted to him at their parting, which he also conveyed to the two of them.

Phoenix Mountain, Xiao Yue Sheng

Upon hearing the name of Xiao Yuesheng, Li Mochou felt a chill in her heart. She cast a fierce glance at the three of them, forced herself to appear calm as she took the letter, removed the wax seal, and opened it.

Yang Guo looked at the sky and said: "At this time, it is already dark; if we ride away on horseback, it will be difficult for her to find us. Let's not discuss anything else for now, just hurry and run. We will think of a way on the road."

The two no longer inquired of each other, both sitting down on the ground, breathing freely, having narrowly escaped death, feeling that life is so beautiful, and Yang Guo's restless heart also calmed down

Xiao Yue felt a slight sensation in his heart, turned his head, and looked at her. A serious expression gradually blossomed into a smile on his face as he said, "Let us first rest at the inn ahead, and when my servant arrives, we can return slowly. How does that sound?"

Mo Chou, the Immortal Fairy, is equally revered

Then the three began to discuss why Xiao Yuesheng possessed such extraordinary abilities, who he truly was, why he had remained obscure for so long, and suddenly emerged with such brilliance. They pondered how he had cultivated such powers, who his master was, and so on.

She shyly lowered her head, watching the scenery rush by beneath her feet. The speed was too fast, and soon she felt nauseous, her heart heavy. She hurriedly raised her head, and only then did she feel somewhat better

Her gaze swept once again over Xiao Yuesheng, who stood there with his hands behind his back. Her heart raced once more, and with each glance, her gaze lingered on him longer than the last, increasingly aware of his extraordinary elegance.

Yang Guo called out loudly: "But Master Li Mochou? Yang Guo pays his respects!"

At this moment, Yang Guo tied up the horses and walked in. Upon hearing these words, he smiled and said, "Wife, Li Mochou is looking for you again. Tell me about it."

Lu Wushuang felt her body weaken upon the arrival of Li Mochou. Although she wished to be more resolute, the accumulated terror had already penetrated her very bones, leaving her unable to muster any strength. Hearing Li Mochou's words, she gathered her courage and, with a pale face and slight tremor, said: "The Five Poisons Secret Manual has already been destroyed by Brother Xiao"

The Five Poisons Secret Manual, which harms the harmony of heaven, is inauspicious to practice and easily invites heavenly retribution. I have already destroyed it on behalf of the fairy, and I hope the fairy will forgive me for my transgression.

The two were engaged in an animated conversation when Cheng Ying suddenly rushed in, lacking her usual grace and composure. Her blue robe was torn in several places by branches, which was quite unusual for her. She hurried into the temple and urgently said to the two sitting on the ground: "Not good, Li Mochou is here again"