Ning Buwei picked up Ning Xiu and held him in his arms.
People outside were knocking on the door and breaking in, some even came in directly through the wall, their eyes fixed on Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei’s hands.
“Boy, hand over the child in your arms!” The leader was a purple-robed cultivator, his eyes lingered on Ning Buwei’s face for a moment, and he smirked, “You’re so handsome, maybe I’ll spare your life if you become my cauldron.”
“Tsk! You are so reckless!” A female cultivator scolded him, and said to Ning Buwei, “Hurry up and hand over the child, or we won’t be polite!”
Seven or eight cultivators greedily looked at Ning Buwei and Ning Xiu in his arms. They seemed to be sure that the father and son could not escape, and even began to discuss how to dissect Ning Xiu’s golden core in front of Ning Buwei.
Ning Buwei stood there expressionlessly, holding the child, looking like he had given up resistance.
“Hahaha, I told you he’s not to be feared! I can handle him by myself!” The purple-robed cultivator snorted coldly and reached out to grab Ning Xiu.
However, his outstretched hand turned into dust before it even touched the corner of Ning Buwei’s clothes.
“Be careful!” Someone with quick eyes and hands pulled him back, but still couldn’t prevent half of his body from withering and losing vitality.
“Ah ah ah ah!” The purple-robed cultivator wailed in pain on the ground, and for a moment, no one dared to approach rashly.
“What kind of sorcery is this!?” A woman looked at Ning Buwei warily.
“I just don’t believe it, what kind of waves can a useless person make!” Another cultivator took out a brass bell more than one person tall, and the loud bell sound echoed in the room.
Inside the inn, an uninformed cultivator angrily said. “Which madman dares to use so much spiritual power!?”
“Don’t attract others!” The female cultivator said.
As soon as her voice fell, there was an earth-shattering explosion downstairs, and a young man’s angry roar. “I’m going to kill you all!”
The cultivators in the inn were all alarmed.
“We can’t care about that much now! Quick win!” The bell-controlling cultivator chanted, and the big bell hummed and rushed towards Ning Buwei.
(t/n: Quick win-Start the battle quickly, end the battle quickly, and win. It also refers to completing a task quickly in a short period of time)
Seeing the situation, the others simply took out their own magical instruments, determined to snatch the child.
Ning Buwei protected Ning Xiu with one hand, and the spiritual power stored in the fragments of the Suzaku Sword surged out. His free hand quickly formed an array, so fast that it left afterimages, but the bell was about to cover them.
Ning Buwei’s gaze condensed, and another fragment of the Suzaku Sword flew out, and the whole room exploded. Countless dormant vines sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power and suddenly rose from the ground and gathered towards everyone.
“Damn it!” The purple-robed cultivator was distracted for a moment because of the vines, and as a result, his life’s magical treasure was shattered by a strange fragment, and even the talisman array he carefully arranged on the bell body was broken in an instant, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
“Senior brother!” Someone shouted in the chaos, but was pierced through the heart by the vine and quickly rolled away.
The cultivators inside the inn were all panicked, and some subconsciously wanted to use their magic weapons and swords to fly, immediately becoming live targets, entangled by the demon vine and unable to break free, and all their spiritual power was consumed.
Ning Buwei stood in place and finished the last stroke, and the ground suddenly began to shake non-stop.
There were still people who were not discouraged, dodged the attack of the vine and rushed towards Ning Buwei, but the expression on their faces turned into horror.
Countless black mists rose from the ground, and the eerie ghost howls and gales swept the entire inn. The ghost claws were sharp as if they were real, piercing their throats and hearts, and even wanted to pull out their souls and eat them. The white bones broke out of the ground, tore the demon vine, and crawled on the ground in a weird posture, but they were fast, and in an instant, they engulfed all the people around Ning Buwei in the ghost fog.
The cultivators who were escaping for their lives couldn’t even tell whether the demon vine was terrifying or the ghost fog and white bones were more terrifying, but they could never escape the fate of being slaughtered, and the wailing and screaming continued.
Ning Buwei’s scarlet eyes flashed a bit of cruelty, and he was about to make another move, but Ning Xiu in his arms suddenly yelled.
Ning Buwei looked down, and Ning Xiu, it was unknown when he had opened the swaddling clothes covering his face, was staring at his father curiously with beautiful eyes.
Ning Buwei gave him a protective spell, he couldn’t hear the ghost howls and wails outside, but he could see his father’s gloomy face and red eyes.
“Ah~ Ah ah?”
Father~ Why are your eyes red?
“Ah~~”
Don’t be sad~
Ning Xiu learned his father’s comforting movements, and his white little hand patted Ning Buwei’s front a few times at random, and his little face strangely showed a bit of worry.
Ning Buwei was looked at by Ning Xiu with clear eyes, and suddenly lost the interest in killing and soul extraction.
The fluctuation of spiritual power here was too great, countless demon vines smell the scent and come, looking up, there were countless green vines that the end couldn’t be seen at a glance, swaying, making people’s scalp numb.
Ning Buwei wrapped the child who was moving around in his arms, and the two fragments flew back to his hand, obediently pretending to be dead and not moving.
“Chu Xin!” Jiang Yizheng’s voice sounded downstairs, “Are you crazy!?”
“Chu Xin come back!!!” Feng Zizhang’s horrified voice was even more exaggerated than Jiang Yizheng, “Help ah ah ah ah——”
As soon as his voice fell, Chu Xin, half-dead, protruded half of his body from the stairs, all over his body was blood.
The third floor of the inn was leveled by Ning Buwei’s array, and now there was only a bare floor and the demon vine that wanted to approach but was a little wary, standing in the air and constantly waving.
Chu Xin tried his best to raise his head and saw that his Martial Uncle Chu Sun was still lying on the ground in good condition. It seemed that he had let go of his last wish, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay half of his body on the stairs without moving.
Ning Buwei: “…”
Ning Xiu poked his head out to see, but was pressed back by Ning Buwei’s finger.
“Ah~” Ning Xiu habitually hugged his finger and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ning Buwei casually pinched his little mouth, raised his head and looked at the increasingly thick giant vine in the center of Linjiang City. In just a few days, the vine had already covered the sky and the sun. At first, there was still sunlight, but now the sunlight could only shine in from the cracks, and everywhere was wriggling green.
He stayed in Linjiang City for so many days, one was that he wanted to investigate the Suzaku Sword fragments again, and the other was that his spiritual power had always been insufficient, but now he had the spiritual power taken from that old thing’s sea of consciousness, and now even if he used a part of it, he had plenty left.
The incident just now gave him a wake-up call. It was too dangerous for Ning Xiu to be trapped in this city. It was better to go out early. As for the lost piece, he would come back to get it sooner or later.
He weighed the spiritual power in the fragments of the Suzaku Sword, and said to Ning Xiu. “Father will take you out to play.”
“Ah~” Ning Xiu was drooling over his hand.
Just as Ning Buwei was about to move, suddenly two bloody people rushed up from the stairway, one of them accidentally stepped on Chu Xin’s foot, and Chu Xin, who had fainted, was forcibly awakened, opened his eyes with difficulty, and stubbornly crawled towards his martial uncle.
“Senior, are you okay?” Jiang Yizheng reached out and wiped her face, but the more she wiped, the dirtier she got. She didn’t care about the details and wiped it on her yellow robe.
“Those bastards!” Feng Zizhang said angrily. “They actually used such despicable means! They deserve to suffer!”
The three of them were trapped in the small kitchen on the first floor at that time. Chu Xin was anxious and wanted to die with those cultivators. At the critical moment, it was unknown who led the vine into the inn, and suddenly there was chaos. The three of them took the opportunity to hide. They didn’t see the terrifying scene of hundreds of ghosts crying and howling on the third floor. They thought it was the scream of the cultivators. Thus now seeing that Ning Buwei was still fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Ning Buwei had nothing to say to these little ghosts, turned around and was about to leave, but heard Jiang Yizheng say. “We can’t stay here anymore, we must find a safe place to heal.”
Feng Zizhang looked at Ning Buwei, “Senior, where are we going?”
Chu Xin and Jiang Yizheng also looked at him expectantly, looking like ‘wherever you go, we will follow’.
“Whatever.” Ning Buwei coldly threw down two words, meaning that it didn’t matter where they went, but he ran two streets with Ning Xiu in his arms, turned his head, and was followed by three tails behind him, one was carrying a half-dead Chu Sun.
Ning Buwei stopped and said to them, “Don’t follow me.”
Feng Zizhang opened his mouth blankly, Jiang Yizheng touched her nose awkwardly, Chu Xin was carrying his martial uncle and panting, and when he heard the words, he wanted to cry without tears and said, “But we only know you in the city.”
Ning Buwei was a little annoyed.
Ning Xiu was his own son, he could barely bear it, these little ghosts were neither related to him, one was more stupid than the other, he just occasionally gave them advice out on a whim, and was stuck by these little brats.
He’s not their biological father.
“If you follow again, I’ll kill you.” Ning Buwei threatened, turned around, held Ning Xiu in his arms, and continued forward.
Feng Zizhang, Jiang Yizheng, and Chu Xin looked at each other.
“Senior…looks a bit scary.” Jiang Yizheng swallowed.
“Shall we follow?” Chu Xin was a bit hesitant.
Feng Zizhang, the oldest of the three, said, “Senior was unharmed in the chaos just now, and you see those vines dare not approach him, he must be hiding his strength.”
Jiang Yizheng nodded, “Senior is so powerful, maybe he knows the way out.”
Chu Xin agreed, “If the three of us walk alone, we will either be entangled by the demon vine or killed by those mad cultivators.”
Thinking back to the life-and-death battle just now, all three of them were still scared.
“Let’s follow.” Jiang Yizheng said seriously, “If it doesn’t work, we’ll recognize him as our father.”
Feng Zizhang and Chu Xin were shocked, but when they came back to their senses, they were somewhat tempted.
The three of them followed Ning Buwei from a distance, chasing him and whispering.
“I was thrown on the side of the road when I was born. If it weren’t for my senior brother who picked me up, I would have been eaten by a wild wolf.” Feng Zizhang said, “My master is very good, but he has hundreds of disciples and often can’t remember my name. Thinking carefully, it seems good to recognize a father.”
“I grew up begging in Linjiang City. My mother died early. Later, I was recruited by the hall master and did the dirtiest and most tiring work.” Jiang Yizheng said, “I really want to have a powerful father, or a master, preferably recommend me to go to Wushi Sect to do odd-jobs.”
“Although I grew up in the Yushan Hall since I was a child, I have a real father and a master,” Chu Xin regretted, “Or should I recognize a godfather?”
The three of them were whispering, they were new to the world and had not experienced many dangers. The imagination of young people was always unfettered. In less than half an hour, they were convinced that Ning Buwei must be a founder ancestor that disguised himself going down the mountain, and they could even boldly justify themselves with enthusiasm.
The cultivation world had never lacked any strange and weird talks, but the more they compiled, the more outrageous they became. They even compiled that he had 108 beautiful wives, which made Ning Buwei’s forehead veins jump.
Just when Ning Buwei couldn’t bear it and wanted to pinch these little ants to death, the huge vine in the center of Linjiang City suddenly began to wriggle, and countless golden lights projected from inside, and countless small flower buds suddenly grew on the green vines on the ground.
The flower buds on the demon vine grew extremely fast, and soon changed from budding to blooming. The semi-transparent petals flowed with golden veins, and the golden dots spread in the air.
Ning Buwei’s eyes flashed with astonishment, but in this instant, he lost the initiative and stiffened in place holding Ning Xiu.
Feng Zizhang and the three who followed him had already fainted on the ground. At the same time, nearly a thousand surviving cultivators hidden in Linjiang City lost consciousness almost instantly.
In the giant vine, Yan Lanpei slowly opened his eyes, his gaze passed through the overlapping vines and countless blooming flowers, and fell on Ning Buwei and Ning Xiu.
Ning Buwei picked up Ning Xiu and held him in his arms.
People outside were knocking on the door and breaking in, some even came in directly through the wall, their eyes fixed on Ning Xiu in Ning Buwei’s hands.
“Boy, hand over the child in your arms!” The leader was a purple-robed cultivator, his eyes lingered on Ning Buwei’s face for a moment, and he smirked, “You’re so handsome, maybe I’ll spare your life if you become my cauldron.”
“Tsk! You are so reckless!” A female cultivator scolded him, and said to Ning Buwei, “Hurry up and hand over the child, or we won’t be polite!”
Seven or eight cultivators greedily looked at Ning Buwei and Ning Xiu in his arms. They seemed to be sure that the father and son could not escape, and even began to discuss how to dissect Ning Xiu’s golden core in front of Ning Buwei.
Ning Buwei stood there expressionlessly, holding the child, looking like he had given up resistance.
“Hahaha, I told you he’s not to be feared! I can handle him by myself!” The purple-robed cultivator snorted coldly and reached out to grab Ning Xiu.
However, his outstretched hand turned into dust before it even touched the corner of Ning Buwei’s clothes.
“Be careful!” Someone with quick eyes and hands pulled him back, but still couldn’t prevent half of his body from withering and losing vitality.
“Ah ah ah ah!” The purple-robed cultivator wailed in pain on the ground, and for a moment, no one dared to approach rashly.
“What kind of sorcery is this!?” A woman looked at Ning Buwei warily.
“I just don’t believe it, what kind of waves can a useless person make!” Another cultivator took out a brass bell more than one person tall, and the loud bell sound echoed in the room.
Inside the inn, an uninformed cultivator angrily said. “Which madman dares to use so much spiritual power!?”
“Don’t attract others!” The female cultivator said.
As soon as her voice fell, there was an earth-shattering explosion downstairs, and a young man’s angry roar. “I’m going to kill you all!”
The cultivators in the inn were all alarmed.
“We can’t care about that much now! Quick win!” The bell-controlling cultivator chanted, and the big bell hummed and rushed towards Ning Buwei.
(t/n: Quick win-Start the battle quickly, end the battle quickly, and win. It also refers to completing a task quickly in a short period of time)
Seeing the situation, the others simply took out their own magical instruments, determined to snatch the child.
Ning Buwei protected Ning Xiu with one hand, and the spiritual power stored in the fragments of the Suzaku Sword surged out. His free hand quickly formed an array, so fast that it left afterimages, but the bell was about to cover them.
Ning Buwei’s gaze condensed, and another fragment of the Suzaku Sword flew out, and the whole room exploded. Countless dormant vines sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power and suddenly rose from the ground and gathered towards everyone.
“Damn it!” The purple-robed cultivator was distracted for a moment because of the vines, and as a result, his life’s magical treasure was shattered by a strange fragment, and even the talisman array he carefully arranged on the bell body was broken in an instant, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
“Senior brother!” Someone shouted in the chaos, but was pierced through the heart by the vine and quickly rolled away.
The cultivators inside the inn were all panicked, and some subconsciously wanted to use their magic weapons and swords to fly, immediately becoming live targets, entangled by the demon vine and unable to break free, and all their spiritual power was consumed.
Ning Buwei stood in place and finished the last stroke, and the ground suddenly began to shake non-stop.
There were still people who were not discouraged, dodged the attack of the vine and rushed towards Ning Buwei, but the expression on their faces turned into horror.
Countless black mists rose from the ground, and the eerie ghost howls and gales swept the entire inn. The ghost claws were sharp as if they were real, piercing their throats and hearts, and even wanted to pull out their souls and eat them. The white bones broke out of the ground, tore the demon vine, and crawled on the ground in a weird posture, but they were fast, and in an instant, they engulfed all the people around Ning Buwei in the ghost fog.
The cultivators who were escaping for their lives couldn’t even tell whether the demon vine was terrifying or the ghost fog and white bones were more terrifying, but they could never escape the fate of being slaughtered, and the wailing and screaming continued.
Ning Buwei’s scarlet eyes flashed a bit of cruelty, and he was about to make another move, but Ning Xiu in his arms suddenly yelled.
Ning Buwei looked down, and Ning Xiu, it was unknown when he had opened the swaddling clothes covering his face, was staring at his father curiously with beautiful eyes.
Ning Buwei gave him a protective spell, he couldn’t hear the ghost howls and wails outside, but he could see his father’s gloomy face and red eyes.
“Ah~ Ah ah?”
Father~ Why are your eyes red?
“Ah~~”
Don’t be sad~
Ning Xiu learned his father’s comforting movements, and his white little hand patted Ning Buwei’s front a few times at random, and his little face strangely showed a bit of worry.
Ning Buwei was looked at by Ning Xiu with clear eyes, and suddenly lost the interest in killing and soul extraction.
The fluctuation of spiritual power here was too great, countless demon vines smell the scent and come, looking up, there were countless green vines that the end couldn’t be seen at a glance, swaying, making people’s scalp numb.
Ning Buwei wrapped the child who was moving around in his arms, and the two fragments flew back to his hand, obediently pretending to be dead and not moving.
“Chu Xin!” Jiang Yizheng’s voice sounded downstairs, “Are you crazy!?”
“Chu Xin come back!!!” Feng Zizhang’s horrified voice was even more exaggerated than Jiang Yizheng, “Help ah ah ah ah——”
As soon as his voice fell, Chu Xin, half-dead, protruded half of his body from the stairs, all over his body was blood.
The third floor of the inn was leveled by Ning Buwei’s array, and now there was only a bare floor and the demon vine that wanted to approach but was a little wary, standing in the air and constantly waving.
Chu Xin tried his best to raise his head and saw that his Martial Uncle Chu Sun was still lying on the ground in good condition. It seemed that he had let go of his last wish, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay half of his body on the stairs without moving.
Ning Buwei: “…”
Ning Xiu poked his head out to see, but was pressed back by Ning Buwei’s finger.
“Ah~” Ning Xiu habitually hugged his finger and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ning Buwei casually pinched his little mouth, raised his head and looked at the increasingly thick giant vine in the center of Linjiang City. In just a few days, the vine had already covered the sky and the sun. At first, there was still sunlight, but now the sunlight could only shine in from the cracks, and everywhere was wriggling green.
He stayed in Linjiang City for so many days, one was that he wanted to investigate the Suzaku Sword fragments again, and the other was that his spiritual power had always been insufficient, but now he had the spiritual power taken from that old thing’s sea of consciousness, and now even if he used a part of it, he had plenty left.
The incident just now gave him a wake-up call. It was too dangerous for Ning Xiu to be trapped in this city. It was better to go out early. As for the lost piece, he would come back to get it sooner or later.
He weighed the spiritual power in the fragments of the Suzaku Sword, and said to Ning Xiu. “Father will take you out to play.”
“Ah~” Ning Xiu was drooling over his hand.
Just as Ning Buwei was about to move, suddenly two bloody people rushed up from the stairway, one of them accidentally stepped on Chu Xin’s foot, and Chu Xin, who had fainted, was forcibly awakened, opened his eyes with difficulty, and stubbornly crawled towards his martial uncle.
“Senior, are you okay?” Jiang Yizheng reached out and wiped her face, but the more she wiped, the dirtier she got. She didn’t care about the details and wiped it on her yellow robe.
“Those bastards!” Feng Zizhang said angrily. “They actually used such despicable means! They deserve to suffer!”
The three of them were trapped in the small kitchen on the first floor at that time. Chu Xin was anxious and wanted to die with those cultivators. At the critical moment, it was unknown who led the vine into the inn, and suddenly there was chaos. The three of them took the opportunity to hide. They didn’t see the terrifying scene of hundreds of ghosts crying and howling on the third floor. They thought it was the scream of the cultivators. Thus now seeing that Ning Buwei was still fine, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
Ning Buwei had nothing to say to these little ghosts, turned around and was about to leave, but heard Jiang Yizheng say. “We can’t stay here anymore, we must find a safe place to heal.”
Feng Zizhang looked at Ning Buwei, “Senior, where are we going?”
Chu Xin and Jiang Yizheng also looked at him expectantly, looking like ‘wherever you go, we will follow’.
“Whatever.” Ning Buwei coldly threw down two words, meaning that it didn’t matter where they went, but he ran two streets with Ning Xiu in his arms, turned his head, and was followed by three tails behind him, one was carrying a half-dead Chu Sun.
Ning Buwei stopped and said to them, “Don’t follow me.”
Feng Zizhang opened his mouth blankly, Jiang Yizheng touched her nose awkwardly, Chu Xin was carrying his martial uncle and panting, and when he heard the words, he wanted to cry without tears and said, “But we only know you in the city.”
Ning Buwei was a little annoyed.
Ning Xiu was his own son, he could barely bear it, these little ghosts were neither related to him, one was more stupid than the other, he just occasionally gave them advice out on a whim, and was stuck by these little brats.
He’s not their biological father.
“If you follow again, I’ll kill you.” Ning Buwei threatened, turned around, held Ning Xiu in his arms, and continued forward.
Feng Zizhang, Jiang Yizheng, and Chu Xin looked at each other.
“Senior…looks a bit scary.” Jiang Yizheng swallowed.
“Shall we follow?” Chu Xin was a bit hesitant.
Feng Zizhang, the oldest of the three, said, “Senior was unharmed in the chaos just now, and you see those vines dare not approach him, he must be hiding his strength.”
Jiang Yizheng nodded, “Senior is so powerful, maybe he knows the way out.”
Chu Xin agreed, “If the three of us walk alone, we will either be entangled by the demon vine or killed by those mad cultivators.”
Thinking back to the life-and-death battle just now, all three of them were still scared.
“Let’s follow.” Jiang Yizheng said seriously, “If it doesn’t work, we’ll recognize him as our father.”
Feng Zizhang and Chu Xin were shocked, but when they came back to their senses, they were somewhat tempted.
The three of them followed Ning Buwei from a distance, chasing him and whispering.
“I was thrown on the side of the road when I was born. If it weren’t for my senior brother who picked me up, I would have been eaten by a wild wolf.” Feng Zizhang said, “My master is very good, but he has hundreds of disciples and often can’t remember my name. Thinking carefully, it seems good to recognize a father.”
“I grew up begging in Linjiang City. My mother died early. Later, I was recruited by the hall master and did the dirtiest and most tiring work.” Jiang Yizheng said, “I really want to have a powerful father, or a master, preferably recommend me to go to Wushi Sect to do odd-jobs.”
“Although I grew up in the Yushan Hall since I was a child, I have a real father and a master,” Chu Xin regretted, “Or should I recognize a godfather?”
The three of them were whispering, they were new to the world and had not experienced many dangers. The imagination of young people was always unfettered. In less than half an hour, they were convinced that Ning Buwei must be a founder ancestor that disguised himself going down the mountain, and they could even boldly justify themselves with enthusiasm.
The cultivation world had never lacked any strange and weird talks, but the more they compiled, the more outrageous they became. They even compiled that he had 108 beautiful wives, which made Ning Buwei’s forehead veins jump.
Just when Ning Buwei couldn’t bear it and wanted to pinch these little ants to death, the huge vine in the center of Linjiang City suddenly began to wriggle, and countless golden lights projected from inside, and countless small flower buds suddenly grew on the green vines on the ground.
The flower buds on the demon vine grew extremely fast, and soon changed from budding to blooming. The semi-transparent petals flowed with golden veins, and the golden dots spread in the air.
Ning Buwei’s eyes flashed with astonishment, but in this instant, he lost the initiative and stiffened in place holding Ning Xiu.
Feng Zizhang and the three who followed him had already fainted on the ground. At the same time, nearly a thousand surviving cultivators hidden in Linjiang City lost consciousness almost instantly.
In the giant vine, Yan Lanpei slowly opened his eyes, his gaze passed through the overlapping vines and countless blooming flowers, and fell on Ning Buwei and Ning Xiu.
