Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

The night was desolate, carrying the chill of melting snow.

Three figures emerged from the mountain god temple one after the other, but the sound of their footsteps on the snow was that of only Xiao Hong.

If it were any other girl, she probably would have gotten scared just from not hearing their footsteps, and her two long braids would have immediately stood on end, and she would have run back to the mountain god temple.

But Xiao Hong was surprisingly bold. She didn't hear the footsteps of the two people behind her and even moved slightly to the side. When the two people came up to her, she followed them and looked down at their steps with a curious look in her eyes, as if she had discovered a new continent.

Lin Xian'er moved with light steps, her naturally small feet, no bigger than a palm, treading on the snow. She seemed to float like a ghost, leaving only shallow traces and making no sound at all.

Wei Wu strolled leisurely, making no attempt to conceal himself. With each step, the soles of his shoes firmly sank into the snow, leaving deep footprints as if they were rooted to the spot.

If it were someone else taking such heavy steps, let alone keeping up with Lin Xian'er's pace, it would be quite difficult, let alone keeping silent.

Yet Wei Wu walked without the slightest discomfort, moving quickly and quietly, clearly demonstrating that his lightness skill had reached an extraordinary level.

Envy flashed in Xiao Hong's eyes. She then followed Wei Wu with a grin, her hands behind her back. She imitated Lin Xian'er's steps, her petite body swaying as she walked, her two long braids hanging down from her shoulders swinging back and forth with each step, making her look lively and adorable.

Unfortunately, that's not how you train for light-body skills.

While light-body skills may seem to be an extension of footwork and body movements, the most crucial element is actually breathing, which is the function of internal energy.

Although Xiao Hong was light, she didn't have any martial arts skills, and her internal strength was not outstanding. Although her steps looked decent when she learned them, they were only for psychological comfort.

Neither Wei Wu nor Lin Xian'er offered her any advice, and she clearly didn't need their guidance, simply amusing herself by their side.

Lin Xian'er felt annoyed.

Xiao Hong didn't know if she was anxious or not, but she was really anxious!

So she reached out and scratched Wei Wu's palm, her gaze sweeping eagerly toward the distance, and whispered, "Let's go over there."

All that could be seen outside the mountain god temple was a vast expanse of white frosty sky. Although many withered trees had sprouted new branches, the landscape was still sparse and desolate after the heavy snowfall, with hardly any greenery to be seen.

There happened to be a large tree in the direction Lin Xian'er chose. Although the trunk wasn't thick enough, it was definitely enough to block her body.

Wei Wu glanced around, then nodded. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that Xiao Hong still wanted to follow, he patted her shoulder and pointed to the other side, saying, "Go over there."

Xiao Hong was taken aback, her slender eyebrows furrowing. "Shouldn't it be me and this older sister going over there? Big brother, you go there, then, then I'll go!"

Before she could finish speaking, Xiao Hong saw Lin Xian'er's face flushed red. She wasn't stupid, and she realized that she really needed to use the convenience, while the other person was just looking for a convenient solution!

She immediately blushed with embarrassment and dared not bother Wei Wu any longer. She covered her face and ran towards the tree that Wei Wu had pointed to.

Seeing this, Lin Xian'er giggled twice. Noticing out of the corner of her eye that Wei Wu's face was expressionless, she quickly stopped laughing, snuggled closer to him, and whispered, "Master, have you taken a fancy to that little girl?"

A hint of jealousy flashed in her eyes, but she still smiled. Her body, as supple as a snake, clung to Wei Wu, her bright red forked tongue brushing against his neck. "If you really like her, just leave this matter to me."

"Judging from her appearance, she and her grandfather aren't dressed like wealthy people; they're just poor storytellers. When we get back, I'll give her some money to recognize you as her godfather, and then we can transfer the ownership in the county."

In the early Ming Dynasty, there were strict laws prohibiting the keeping of slaves. Therefore, servants were not called slaves, but adopted sons and daughters. They had to address their masters as father and mother, and were outsiders who were not included in the family genealogy.

Upon hearing Lin Xian'er's words, Wei Wu's expression showed some change.

It's a laugh.

But it was a laugh laced with deep sarcasm.

He pinched Lin Xian'er's cheeks, holding her perfect oval face in his hand. With just a little force, two red marks appeared on her delicate, smooth, and pale skin. "If you want to die, just go and provoke them."

Lin Xian'er's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of needles.

She didn't realize that this poor storyteller might have an extraordinary identity. Instead, a strong sense of crisis arose in her heart, and she felt that Wei Wu might really have fallen in love with that little girl.

Lin Lingling from before unconsciously came to mind.

If Lin Lingling and Xiao Hong have anything in common, it's that Lin Lingling is younger than Xiao Hong!

Lin Xian'er immediately understood Wei Wu's thoughts. Although she was beautiful and had a perfect figure, she was still an "old woman" who had been sleeping with him for a year and couldn't compare to a fresh young girl.

The more Lin Xian'er thought about it, the softer her bones felt, the more her gaze became, and the more unrestrained her actions became—

She looked at him with seductive eyes, and leaned most of her body against Wei Wu. Ignoring the fact that Wei Wu was holding her with one hand, she used her pink tongue to scratch Wei Wu's palm, making it itchy and wet.

With one hand, she half-unbuttoned her robe, and with the other, she grasped Wei Wu's hand and guided it to her own body.

Her seductive and alluring appearance was like a rutting snake coiled around Wei Wu, even more seductive than the lowest prostitute in the brothel.

Wei Wu was never a good person, much less a true gentleman who could remain unmoved by temptation. Since Lin Xian'er had gone to such lengths, he naturally wouldn't hold back either.

He pinned Lin Xian'er against the tree, released her face, and began to interrogate her.

The two were extremely skilled in light-footed movements, leaving no trace on the snow.

But their movements were like an avalanche or a tsunami, smashing the tree, which was big enough to cover a person, into a rustling of bare branches, and causing the snow to fall like petals.

Xiao Hong hid to the side. Having already finished relieving herself, she dared not go back. She could only squat down and wait for the ghostly noise to stop, staring longingly at the other side. The snow was falling heavily, obscuring its true form, but the suppressed sound reached her ears, making her feel burning with desire. She couldn't help but look towards the mountain god temple.

From the vast sky above, all one can see is the clouds gathering and the moon suddenly appearing; the wind sweeping away the fallen petals, and the fragrant steps swarming in disarray; a thousand sorrows of parting, ten thousand kinds of idle melancholy.

Hearing the sounds around her, Xiao Hong couldn't help but think of storytelling—

A clear, melodious sound, like a delicate hairpin swaying in the breeze, a long skirt trailing behind, its jade pendants tinkling. A sudden gust of wind blows from the eaves, and golden hooks are used to jingle the curtains.

The trees rustled, like the palace of Brahma. At night, the bell tolled sparsely in the winding balustrade. The sounds of rulers and scissors accompanied the bell, and the water clock dripped long into the bronze pot.

I crouched down and listened again to the east of the tree trunk; it turned out to be a string of paulownia trees growing near the base of the tree.

Its sound is powerful, like the clanging of iron cavalry and the clatter of swords and spears; its sound is melodious, like falling flowers and flowing water; its sound is high, like a clear breeze, a bright moon, and the cry of a crane in the sky; its sound is low, like listening to children whispering in a small window.

Her ears burned, her eyes blurred, and her pale face flushed pink!

Looking at the outline of the mountain god temple from afar, Xiao Hong couldn't help but think of the people inside, wondering what they were doing.

What else can we do?

Just wait to die!

Inside the mountain god's temple, numerous experts lay sprawled on the ground, some twitching, others shaking uncontrollably. They lay despairingly on the cold ground, staring at the leaky, broken tiles of the temple, silently praying for Wei Wu to hurry up...