Tumor Sword Immortal

There is such a person in Chapter 24

Strictly speaking, Pei Xia didn't sleep at all during the half-month journey from Weishan back to Beijing Normal University.

Even though suppressing the calamity pig had become an unconscious instinct for him.

But in reality, even when it was supposedly "deeply ingrained in his mind," the influence of the calamity still lashed at his spirit at all times.

The pain from the roars and shrieks wasn't nonexistent; he had simply gotten used to it.

But now that I'm already in Beijing, there's really no need for me to suffer alone.

As long as he finds a quiet place where people gather late at night and emotions run high, just like he did in Tinghu County, he can counteract the influence of the calamity and get a good night's sleep.

So he subconsciously asked about the brothel.

He only remembered when he saw Xu Shangxin frozen in place.

Oh, my fiancée.

"Brothels? No."

Xu Shangxin turned her head away, not wanting Pei Xia to see her face: "There's a brothel in the north of the city, but it's far away. If you want to go, you'd better hurry."

Pei Xia originally wanted to explain.

But as the words were about to come out, I felt that this misunderstanding might not be so bad.

Lu Li tugged at his hair and exclaimed, "Let's go, let's go! I want to go to the night market!"

Just as Pei Xia was about to take a step, Xu Shangxin called out again, "Wait!"

He turned his head and saw his older brother's face was icy as he said, "You still want to bring Pear? Is that even reasonable? Leave the child here; she'll sleep with me tonight!"

Lu Li, of course, refused, wrapping her legs tightly around Pei Xia's neck and refusing to let go.

Pei Xia coughed heavily again: "What did you promise me before you left Weishan?"

Lu Li reluctantly let Pei Xia take the hair off her head.

“This girl is wild, you’d better keep a close eye on her,” Pei Xia said.

Xu Shangxin, holding the child, rolled her eyes and turned away: "No need for Young Master Pei to worry about this. Go and sleep in your boudoir."

Pei Xia watched her retreating figure, shrugged, and stepped out the door.

……

As night fell, the distant clouds began to darken.

The blooming of flowers on Luoshen Peak has kept the Zhangsheng Palace exceptionally busy today.

Built on the mountainside of Luoshen Mountain, all twelve White Robe Halls were affected.

Some people in white like flowers, so it doesn't really matter to them.

Or, like Erkui, who rarely stays at the Palace of the God of War, it doesn't really matter.

The more troublesome one is Sui Zhiwo. He has many disciples, and today we've only been cleaning his palace.

Most importantly, the white-robed disciples who were in seclusion were worried that the flowers and trees would affect their seclusion, and they were also afraid that cleaning them would disturb them. They were uneasy and made the whole palace restless.

This is a good thing for Luo Xiaojin.

Chen Guanhai waited quietly in front of the sect's introductory artifact until a flash of light appeared and a slender figure emerged from it, at which point he breathed a sigh of relief.

Despite the dim light, he could still see the fine beads of sweat on Luo Xiaojin's nose, indicating that she had been in a great hurry.

His eyes asked inquiringly, "?"

Luo Xiaojin nodded slightly to him: "It was a close call; the inner city gate almost closed."

Since Qin lychees couldn't enter the inner city, the two entrusted the little girl to a family in the outer city before returning to their sect to report.

If Luo Xiaojin wanted to visit them, she would have to cross the inner city first.

The round trip took quite a while, but thankfully we made it back before the inner city gates closed.

Chen Guanhai blinked, a hint of relief in his eyes: "

Because of today's unusual phenomenon, the Palace of the Holy Master was busy inside and out, and not many people paid attention to the two disciples guarding the mountain gate, which made it much easier for Luo Xiaojin to carry out her duties.

The girl leaned the sword against the railing, then leaned back, stretching half her body into the air. Gazing at the star-studded sky, she let out a long sigh: "She's awake, but she doesn't cry or make a fuss; she's like a block of wood."

Luo Xiaojin's clothes were already tight-fitting, stretching her waist and accentuating her youthful curves. Chen Guanhai didn't dare look at her and turned his face away.

Luo Xiaojin shook her head: "Having food to eat is only a step in the process. She has to start her life anew before she can become a human again."

No one understands this better than Luo Xiaojin.

If it weren't for the young lady's great kindness back then, she would probably have been subjected to the wanton debauchery of some powerful and influential person, going from one kind of numbness to another, and never being able to escape that cruel vortex for the rest of her life.

"We need to find a way to give her a better place to live," Luo Xiaojin said.

This time it was Chen Guanhai's turn to shake his head.

Luo Xiaojin was able to rise from a mere Qin merchant to where she is today because that person back then possessed immense power; with just a single word, he was enough to defy everyone's prejudices and change Luo Xiaojin's fate.

But nowadays, Luo Xiaojin is just an ordinary disciple of the Holy Palace.

Even with exceptional cultivation, he only wore a black robe and a red belt.

Chen Guanhai may be in a slightly higher position than her, but he doesn't really have much say.

Luo Xiaojin herself understood this.

But should we just leave it like this?
The two young men remained silent, separated by the sect's teleportation artifact.

After a long pause, Chen Guanhai suddenly looked up: "?"

Luo Xiaojin's expression changed.

Chen Guanhai's gaze was earnest: "

"That guy isn't a decent person, he..."

Luo Xiaojin recalled everything she had seen that night.

The claim that she and the donkey were left in the wilderness, and that she fainted several times along the way, covered in blood, before finally returning to the camp is an inhumane act.

Luo Xiaojin had endured much hardship while practicing blood magic, so she didn't care about this.

What she was really worried about was the so-called "troublesome pig" that she hadn't even mentioned to Chen Guanhai.

That night, the man surnamed Zhang was a fifth-level cultivator, yet he died with his eyes bulging and his brain exploding simply because he saw something.

It's so bizarre that it's hard to believe Pei Xia's involvement.

"Moreover, the Prime Minister's residence is probably not peaceful now. I heard that his sister and brother-in-law have been plotting against the Prime Minister's residence for a long time. He is just a roughneck who has been wandering the world. He will be lucky if he is not played to death. I'm afraid he has no strength left."

Chen Guanhai agreed with Luo Xiaojin.

But so what? They're still no match for those two nobodys.

Chen Guanhai was about to give Luo Xiaojin another meaningful look when he heard hurried footsteps in the distance.

The two immediately stopped sprawling out and stood up straight, swords in hand.

The newcomer was a young boy dressed in gray, an outfit worn by disciples of the Holy Palace who had not yet formally become apprentices.

These people were mainly responsible for odd jobs in the palace, such as cleaning, organizing warehouses, and serving tea and water.

Of course, while they may be described as "not even scratching the surface," most of them never actually get started and end up doing menial tasks their entire lives.

The little boy, carrying a hanging scroll, ran over and called out to Luo Xiaojin and Chen Guanhai from afar, "Senior Brother and Senior Sister!"

Luo Xiaojin took a closer look and recognized the child; he seemed to be from Han Baiyi's palace.

"what happened?"

"There's something."

The boy ran up, panting, and held up the scroll in his hand: "Master has spread the word throughout the Palace of the Holy Ones, saying that if any of his disciples see this person in the past or in the future, they must inform her."

That hanging scroll is a painting.

Luo Xiaojin unfolded the scroll and saw a somewhat thin face with handsome features, but heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't had a full night's sleep in years.

Her eye twitched.

He turned his head to look at the child: "Han Baiyi, what do you want with this person?"

With a serious expression, Xiao Tong said, "He beat up Han Baiyi and stole her magic weapon."

(End of this chapter)