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"Wind Restraint! Purifying Blade!"
I swung my Fenghua, skillfully coordinating my movements with the dual skills to eliminate the approaching evil spirit.
After accumulating a certain amount of experience, I found myself less flustered in these situations, and I no longer needed to flee in panic.
Of course, facing a group attack was still an exception; I was still not adept at handling one against many.
The lingering resentment in this area felt particularly heavy, so I used my purification technique as usual to alleviate it somewhat.
Although the resentment would eventually gather again after a period of purification, it did have some effect. At least the resentment near the mountain path guarded by the Mystic Domain and the entrance to the Demon Suppression Cave had diminished significantly.
If I could maintain this, once the resentment completely faded, the frequency of evil occurrences in Potter's Field should decrease as well. At that point, I wouldn't have to live in constant fear every day.
Of course, all of this was merely idealistic; I had no idea when it would actually be achieved...
With a long sigh, I habitually checked my Spirit Power value—still half remaining.
Just to be safe, I decided to take a break.
Today had truly worn me out, mentally speaking. After all, the time that should have been used to recharge had been consumed by a series of unexpected events, leaving me with no proper rest.
For some reason, I felt that tonight's resentment was particularly restless; even with Xuan by my side, it seemed difficult to calm down...
Thinking of this, I glanced down at the black creature at my feet that appeared quite distracted.
"Xuan?"
"Gao?" it looked up at me with its round eyes.
"What's wrong?" I couldn't shake the feeling that it kept glancing back as if something unusual was behind us.
"Ga..." It tilted its head in confusion, staring intently in a certain direction.
"Is there something over there?" I squinted my eyes and looked in the direction it was focused on.
I had grown accustomed to the limited visibility at Potter's Field during the night due to the lack of lighting. The darkness was overwhelming; even with the hazy moonlight above, I could barely see anything. However, I sensed no presence of any malevolent entities.
"Gao?" Was that lost fellow following us again? Had he gotten lost once more?
I froze for a moment, staring intently in that direction for quite a while, but still saw nothing unusual. Finally, I tentatively called out, "…Master Song?"
After a long silence, a figure quietly emerged from behind the bushes.
"My apologies, Miss Wei."
I shuddered suddenly, feeling my scalp tingle and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Please don't scare me like that. I don't have such courage; if I accidentally harmed you, that would be a grave mistake." I instinctively tightened my grip on my Fenghua for protection. "What’s going on? Is there something you need?"
After all, he was a corpse and naturally lacked any aura. Moreover, since he bore no resentment, I couldn’t sense his presence at all.
If it weren't for Xuan's warning, I wouldn't have noticed him at all.
So why did he come here? Was it an ambush? A murder to silence me? But I remembered that Song Zichen from the book, while aloof in nature, should be an honorable man. If he intended to attack or kill, he should do so openly!
"My apologies for startling you, Miss Wei," he said with a hint of guilt in his voice. "I was just concerned whether you could truly handle things on your own, which is why I followed you."
Well, there was no need to be so sneaky about it...
"I said I had no problem; it was Master Song who was overthinking," I sighed lightly, trying to probe. "Or perhaps... you actually have other plans?" Even as I spoke, I felt no hint of hostility.
At my words, he paused slightly, then frowned in displeasure. "No, Mr. Song truly has no other intentions; Miss Wei has misunderstood."
I was about to respond when suddenly a chill ran through me, sensing an unusual atmosphere.
"Gao!" (Behind you! They're coming!) Xuan warned immediately.
I turned around to see two or three shadowy figures swaying as they approached.
Damn! Another group—why does it always seem like what I don't want to encounter is exactly what comes my way? Curse you, Murphy's Law!
No wonder the restless energy tonight felt so unusual; it really was a bad omen!
Though I had some experience, encountering zombies still made me shudder. The psychological trauma from playing Resident Evil was not something easily overcome.
I trembled slightly as I gritted my teeth and raised Fenghua, preparing to chant before those snarling creatures lunged at me.
Suddenly, a flash of sword light swept past me, slicing through the clawing horde.
With a few swift movements, the crisis was instantly resolved—clean and efficient.
I halted my unfinished chant, staring in astonishment for a moment before finally letting out a sigh of relief.
"Thank you... that was quite impressive!"
Song Lan slowly retracted Frostblade, looking at me thoughtfully.
"Although the young lady possesses extraordinary abilities, it seems she is still inexperienced in responding to situations and lacks agility. Is it due to insufficient experience?"
"Well, the lack of experience is one reason..." I couldn't help but smile wryly. "To be honest, my main ability lies in purification; I don't possess any combat skills. Being able to protect myself is already a stretch."
Upon hearing this, he furrowed his brow again.
"The trial should be gradual. Potter's Field is too dangerous and not suitable for a young lady to practice her skills. Moreover, since you acknowledge your own lack of courage, why force yourself to stay here?"
"No, I actually think this place is perfect for me," I countered with a smile. "After all, the accumulated resentment here is vast and heavy, making it an ideal environment for my purification abilities to shine. As for the lurking dangers, they provide a chance to gain experience and sharpen my reflexes. Furthermore..." I scratched my face a bit awkwardly. "Like my master, I'm not good at interacting with people, so... it's better to avoid them when possible."
For me now, living people are definitely more terrifying than the dead!
Song Lan still looked unconvinced.
"If Mr. Song hadn't intervened today, would you really have been able to handle the situation just now?"
"I could," I replied without hesitation. "Perhaps not as effortlessly as Master Song did, but I could manage it." I shrugged and smiled. "After all, I'm still alive, aren't I?"
Song Lan fell silent for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end, he could only sigh helplessly, "Stubborn!"
"Fair enough," I replied with a dry laugh.
He let out a faint hum and turned his attention to the spirit beast beside us.
"Speaking of which, although this spirit beast seems young, its intelligence is quite extraordinary."
"Gao?" The spirit beast tilted its head at him in confusion.
"Yes, it may seem a bit dull, but it is indeed very alert," I said politely with a smile.
"I remember when Mr. Song encountered it on the way into the mountains; it was initially cautious but somehow seemed to signal for me to follow it... If that hadn't happened, Mr. Song wouldn't have had such an extraordinary experience." He reflected thoughtfully before suddenly asking curiously, "It seems you can communicate with it mentally?"
"Oh, about that, I was quite surprised as well," I shrugged nonchalantly. "It must be due to my spiritual energy affecting it while I was repairing its statue."
"So, what did it say?"
"What?" I looked at him with confusion, not understanding his question.
"For example, how did it inform Miss Wei about Mr. Song?"
Seeing the concerned expression on his face made me involuntarily chuckle.
"Actually, Xuan thinks you are lost."
"Lost?" He looked bewildered.
"Yes, it believes you brought me here for help because you couldn't find your way out," I replied.
"Lost... is that so?" He slowly crouched down and hesitantly reached out to gently pat Xuan on the head. "Perhaps it sensed the confusion hidden deep within Mr. Song's heart..."
"Gao?" Xuan tilted its head at him.
"Confusion?" I looked at him in the same state of bewilderment.
However, Song Lan merely offered a wry smile and did not elaborate further.
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