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The spiritual energy in this place was abundant, to the point that even the amethyst stones seemed on the verge of transformation. Perhaps there were other rare treasures hidden within.
Since earlier, Qi Xiao had faintly detected a scent in the air—damp, slightly sweet, with an almost imperceptible fishy odor. He couldn't think of anything that matched these characteristics, so for safety's sake, he invited Lu Mingyuan to join him.
Lu Mingyuan scratched his head, feeling uneasy about the disciples outside. "Can you all manage here by yourselves?"
Seeing this, Zhao Jingjing immediately said, "Senior Brother, if you want to go, then go ahead. We can take care of ourselves."
Fu patted his chest proudly and added, "Lu Senior Brother, I secretly took a high-grade talisman from my master this time. If we encounter any danger, I’m confident I can handle it. Besides, I still have two junior brothers with me."
"Who’s your junior brother? Stop flattering yourself here. If danger really strikes, it will depend on my formation," another voice chimed in.
"And me," another added.
Seeing his junior brothers and sisters so confident made Lu Mingyuan feel quite reassured. He decided not to hesitate any longer and entered with Qi Xiao. However, before leaving, he repeatedly reminded them to exit the cave after half an hour at most. Even if they hadn’t returned by then, they must leave. The junior brothers and sisters nodded in agreement, promising not to cause him any trouble.
As they continued forward, the dampness became more pronounced, accompanied by the sound of dripping water. Qi Xiao passed through several corridors, following the sound until he reached a dead end where a plant stood before him—half a person tall.
Its smooth green trunk resembled that of bamboo, but instead of bamboo leaves at the top, there were willow-like branches that hung down with tender leaves. On these branches were clusters of small red objects, thin-skinned and semi-transparent, with a blood-like fluid flowing within them, pulsating rhythmically.
It looked almost like undeveloped embryos.
Suppressing his nausea, Qi Xiao cautiously poked one of the red objects with the hilt of his sword. Before he could make contact, a blade of wind sliced through the air toward him.
Qi Xiao dodged to the side just in time as the wind blade struck the stone wall, sending dust and debris flying.
His expression turned cold as he glared at several figures emerging from another corridor.
They all bore similar appearances: the men were handsome and gentle-looking while the women were graceful and beautiful. Dressed in white robes with green gauze and adorned with golden pearl belts, their gauzy hems subtly embroidered with drifting bamboo leaves.
This attire was familiar to Qi Xiao and Lu Mingyuan; it belonged to the disciples of Miaochun Valley.
"What do you mean by this?" A girl surrounded by them stepped forward and bowed slightly to Qi Xiao and Lu Mingyuan.
"I am Shu Qingyao from Miaochun Valley. In the heat of the moment earlier, I acted rashly and offended you."
"I urgently need this Blood Linglong. I wonder if you two could part with it?"
"If you are willing, I can offer you compensation."
"Compensation? The Blood Linglong has strict conditions; it’s priceless. Even if you bring a high-grade spirit stone to the Linglong Pavilion, you might not be able to buy it. What do you have to offer as compensation?"
Shu Qingyao bit her lip, surprised that Qi Xiao understood the market for Blood Linglong so well. She stamped her foot as if making a firm decision, her voice tinged with regret.
"How about this? We both take a step back and split the fruit from this tree. I could even give you a little more."
"However, the roots of this Blood Linglong must belong to me. Many disciples in my Miaochun Valley are skilled in cultivating spirit plants. If I can take the roots back, perhaps I can grow it successfully. Isn’t that a reasonable request?"
Qi Xiao was almost laughing in anger. "Do you really think I know nothing? The true fruit of the Blood Linglong isn’t in the branches but underground! You’re trying to play tricks to monopolize it and then ask me if I'm satisfied. Don’t you find that ridiculous?"
Shu Qingyao had likely never faced such blatant mockery before; her expression shifted rapidly before she finally gritted her teeth and coldly threatened, "I didn’t want to tear our relationship apart, but you’re forcing me!"
"Our numbers surpass yours! Even if we have to resort to force, you won’t be able to stop us!"
This was the first time Shu Qingyao had acted so domineering; she didn’t want to resort to such measures. But she had her reasons for needing the Blood Linglong desperately, so she decided to play the villain.
Hearing her words, Qi Xiao and Lu Mingyuan exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
On the surface, they indeed appeared outnumbered, but who said they only had so few people?
Lu Mingyuan took out a communication jade talisman and muttered a few words. Before long, chaotic footsteps echoed from a nearby cave.
One by one, they emerged looking disheveled and dusty, wielding pickaxes, hoes, and hammers, their eyes shining with determination—a force that seemed ready to face any challenge head-on.
"Who dares to steal from our Xiaoyao Sect? Step forward and spar with me!"
It was one thing for them to delay their mining efforts; how dare anyone try to rob them? That was simply unforgivable.
As Zhao Jingjing and others appeared, both sides were now evenly matched in numbers. With Lu Mingyuan at the Golden Core stage on their side, Qi Xiao's group clearly held the upper hand.
Shu Qingyao's face darkened instantly.
Who could tell her where these people had come from?
Qi Xiao wore a half-smile, and it seemed that Miss Shu had just used the word "snatch."
Zhao Jingjing and the others tightened their grips on what they held, their presence becoming even more imposing as they fixed their gazes on Shu Qingyao.
Under the simultaneous scrutiny of so many people, Shu Qingyao was momentarily taken aback and swallowed hard.
This... this is all a misunderstanding!
"From what I see, Miss Shu's demeanor doesn’t seem like a misunderstanding," someone remarked.
Shu Qingyao understood that she had to provide an explanation. Gathering her courage, she covered her face and began to cry loudly.
"I truly have my reasons!"
Shu Qingyao and her sister, Shu Mengyao, had both pledged their loyalty to the sect leader. Although the Blood Linglong was precious, it was not in her nature to resort to theft.
The issue lay with her sister, Shu Mengyao.
Six months ago, during an outing for trials, Shu Mengyao had been ambushed by an evil cultivator and poisoned severely, leaving even the sect leader helpless.
The sect leader had said that if they could find the Blood Linglong, there might be a way to save her sister.
Thus, she bribed several disciples to accompany her in searching for it until they arrived at Little South Mountain and encountered this Blood Linglong.
Qi Xiao seemed somewhat skeptical. Miaochun Valley was a sacred place for alchemists in the cultivation world, with generations of masters being renowned alchemists. Was there really a poison in this world that you couldn’t handle? Where did this evil cultivator come from?
Shu Qingyao nodded hesitantly.
To be precise, my sister is not poisoned but cursed!
However, the curse was hidden so well that it was only half a month ago that my master accidentally discovered it using his spiritual sense.
While poison and curses have similarities, they are ultimately two different categories; moreover, this curse is particularly strange, so my master has no real solution either.
He told me that this cursed creature belongs to the fire element and thrives on flesh and blood; it has merely been gluttonous within my sister’s body.
If we could find something more enticing, perhaps it would come out on its own!
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