Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 807 This is a huge misunderstanding (Third update, please vote)

"You—!" Nangong Wan's voice instantly switched from languid to icy, bone-scraping, the killing intent in her eyes almost solidifying and bursting forth, piercing Fang Yu along with the alchemy furnace. "How could it be you?!"

Fang Yu's CPU instantly overclocked, and he was about to forcefully snatch it, but in a flash, his mouth, which was used to running fast trains, started moving on its own: "I...I'm here to thank Senior Sister for bestowing the pill during the day!" He quickly withdrew his hand, put it behind his back, and tried his best to make his tone sound full of simple gratitude, "That pill...is very potent! I thought I should bring some local specialties to show my respect to Senior Sister!"

"Senior sister?!"

Nangong Wan was so angry she almost laughed out loud. Her scalp tingled, and she felt all the blood rushing to her head. Her voice was so shrill it could pierce the roof, "Who's your senior sister?! Look carefully! I am an elder of the Hidden Moon Sect!"

At this moment, all she wanted was to use a spell to blast this bastard who had seen her body into dust, and then grind his bones to ashes!

Startled by the oppressive aura, Fang Yu instinctively shrank back, but his tongue seemed to be coated with oil: "Elder, please calm down! I was blind during the day and didn't know you were an elder! Now I know! I... I'll leave the Hidden Moon Sect right now!"

He spoke rapidly, his eyes filled with unwavering sincerity, "From this day forward, I will never set foot inside the Hidden Moon Sect again! I swear to God!"

These words were purely his attempt to find an alibi for sneaking into the elder's boudoir in the middle of the night to steal the furnace. As long as I "died" outside, it would have nothing to do with the Hidden Moon Sect!
A logical genius.

But to Nangong Wan, who had just begun to feel a pang of pity, the meaning of her words changed completely.

She looked at Fang Yu's empty sleeve, still smelling of fresh blood from his wounds, and then thought about how he, an "outer disciple," had managed to reach the peak of Qi Refining, and who knows how much suffering he must have endured.

Now, because of an accident, he is about to ruin his future and cut off his path to immortality?
This punishment is far too harsh!

after all
It doesn't seem like he deliberately barged in to look?
and many more!

Nangong Wan's anger subsided slightly, but her logic kicked in instantly, and her eyes sharpened like knives: "Wait a minute! Why didn't you knock? You were acting suspiciously!"

"I'm scared!"

Fang Yu spoke almost without thinking, his face filled with the fear of an honest man, "I'm afraid you, Elder, won't like my humble country goods and won't accept them! I... I really don't have anything good, just potatoes and clods of dirt dug up from the mountains."

As he spoke, as if to prove his innocence, he quickly pulled a bulging coarse cloth bag from his storage bag and dumped it on the ground with a clatter.

A bunch of dark, bumpy tubers, exuding a faint earthy smell and a strange spiritual aura, rolled out and spread out over a small area.

Nangong Wan just wanted that face to disappear from her sight immediately, the farther the better. She waved her hand impatiently, "Alright, alright! Put the things down! You! Get out of here right now! Don't let me see you again!"

Fang Yu felt like he had been granted a pardon. He glanced at the alchemy furnace he had been longing for and sighed inwardly: Well, Brother Menggong's business was thwarted today. He was caught red-handed. It would be too unethical to just snatch it by force. He had no choice but to make a strategic retreat.

He turned around quickly and disappeared out the door in a flash.

Nangong Wan's chest heaved violently several times before she could barely suppress the urge to kill.

She wrapped herself tightly in a bath towel and walked to the door, intending to confirm that the plague was really gone, but her gaze fell on the pile of "clods of dirt" on the ground.

She crouched down, picked one up and examined it closely, then brought it closer to sniff the unique, faint spiritual energy mixed with the miasma of the forbidden land, her beautiful eyes widening instantly.

"Black cloud beans?!" she exclaimed in a low voice, her face full of astonishment. "These aren't clods of earth! These are black cloud beans that only grow in the Crimson Forbidden Land!"

This thing, let alone outer disciples, even inner elites would be incredibly lucky to bring a few out of the forbidden area alive!

This place.
Nangong Wan suddenly stood up, rushed out of the quiet room, and shouted at the still-disappearing figure, "Hey! Fang Tiezhu! You! Come back!"

Fang Yu paused, his heart skipping a beat: 'Holy crap? We've been exposed?'

He slowly turned around, his nose unconsciously sniffing the faint fragrance lingering in the air, a simple-minded look of confusion on his face: "Elder, did you call me?"

Nangong Wan pointed to the black beans on the ground, her voice filled with disbelief: "Where did you get these things?"

"Dig it up," Fang Yu blinked, trying to cover it up.

But seeing Nangong Wan's "Do you think I'm stupid?" look, he immediately realized, slapping his forehead: "Ah! I remember now! The Crimson Forbidden Land! I dug it in the Crimson Forbidden Land!" "The Crimson Forbidden Land?!"

Nangong Wan's heart skipped a beat! Looking again at Fang Yu's empty sleeve, which seemed to still faintly smell of blood, the smell of fresh wounds mixed with dirt and sweat in the air seemed even clearer.

An uncontrollable thought popped into his head: He, a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator, had paid the price of losing an arm in a place like the Crimson Forbidden Land for such a small local specialty?!
Nangong Wan's heart felt as if it had been squeezed tightly by something, and her previous anger was mostly diluted by a more complex emotion.

She took a deep breath, her tone carrying an undeniable command:
"You! Take off your shirt!"

"Huh?!" Fang Yu was stunned; the turn of events was a bit too fast.

"Take it off!" Nangong Wan emphasized.

Fang Yu cursed inwardly, but could only force a troubled yet honest expression on his face as he slowly unbuttoned his tattered blue shirt, revealing his upper body.

hiss--

Nangong Wan's gaze fell on him, and even though she was used to life and death, she couldn't help but gasp!
New wounds overlapped with old ones, crisscrossing and varying in depth! In some places, the skin and flesh were turned outwards, so deep that the bone was visible; in others, there were large patches of purplish-blue bruises; and in still others, it looked as if they had been corroded by some strong acid, leaving behind hideous dark red scars!
The most glaring thing was the wound on his left shoulder where his arm had been severed at the root. The skin and flesh were charred and rolled back, and there were still strange traces of dark green viscous fluid at the edges. It was obviously a fresh wound! It looked as if it was still bleeding!

This is hardly a "minor injury"! It looks like it was just pulled out of a pool of blood from hell!

"How did you hurt your arm?" Nangong Wan's voice trembled slightly, without her even realizing it.

Fang Yu glanced down at his disastrous performance art piece and casually made up a story: "Oh, there's a monster in the Blood Forbidden Land. It's really fierce. It chased after me and tried to bite me. I couldn't escape, and it took a bite out of me." His tone was as calm as if he were talking about being chased by a wild dog.

Nangong Wan's breath hitched for a moment.

Monsters from the Crimson Forbidden Land?

Recalling the terrifying commotion and rumors surrounding the closure of the forbidden area, her gaze towards the "Qi Refining Disciple" before her completely changed.

He risked his life to save himself, and this little bit of resources he obtained is actually going to use it to thank his own worthless, burnt-out pill?!
"You risked your life, even lost an arm, to get this," Nangong Wan's voice was hoarse, "and you just gave it to me like this?"

Upon hearing this, alarm bells rang in Fang Yu's mind: "Big sister! I just want to get out of here!" He immediately adopted the expression of a grateful young man, his tone so sincere it could melt hearts:

"I will never forget the elder's kindness in bestowing this pill upon me! I can never repay it! I really can never repay it! What is this little thing! My life belongs to the elder!"

Inner monologue: Please let me go! Let me leave!
Looking into his sincere eyes, and then at the pile of black beans on the ground, stained with dirt and possibly his blood, Nangong Wan felt a surge of intense guilt and an indescribable bitterness welling up in her heart.

She avoided Fang Yu's gaze, her tone softening, carrying a hint of gentleness that left no room for refusal:

"Go back first, take good care of your wound, and come find me again at this time tomorrow."

Fang Yu: ".???"

Holy crap! Again?! I just want to steal a furnace! Why are we having to make it a regular visit now? Is the process really this complicated?!

Looking into Nangong Wan's eyes, which held no doubt and even hinted at "I've got your back," he knew that the stove was completely out of the question for tonight.

He could only suppress his utter rage and the bitter indignation of his failed plan, forcing out a forced, awkward smile that looked more like a grimace, and nodding emphatically:

"Alright! Elder! I... I'll definitely come tomorrow! You should get some rest!"

After saying that, as if afraid of being called back again, he grabbed the tattered clothes on the ground, threw them on himself haphazardly, and ran away, his back view filled with the frustration of fleeing in panic.

Nangong Wan watched him disappear at the end of the corridor, then looked down at the small pile of black beans on the ground, her eyes filled with a complex and unreadable expression.

She sighed softly, bent down, and carefully picked up the beans, one by one, which were covered in dirt and blood.

(End of this chapter)