You call this the way of the sword?

Hearing Yang Qingfeng's question, the two girls snapped out of their daze, but they weren't fully awake. They glanced at each other but didn't notice each other's state at all.

"What's wrong?"

"Resurrection Grass?"

"I don't think I've ever heard of it..."

Seeing them indeed frowning and pondering, Yang Qingfeng felt a surge of guilt.

He quickly turned his head away, took out two outer garments from his cultivation space, and handed them over in his left and right hands.

"Never mind if you haven't heard of it, just make do with this for now."

Looking at the clothes in front of them, the two girls simultaneously looked down and reacted in completely different ways.

The woman on the left was extremely shy; her face quickly turned red, and it seemed as if steam was rising from her head.

The man on the right forced a smile and said, "War, the battlefield... it's actually quite normal. It's better than losing your life."

That's what she said, but she still raised her arm to cover herself and quickly took the clothes to wrap around her body. After confirming that there was no more leakage, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Um, my name is Qin Hongru, and her name is Lin Miaoyu. Thank you so much this time."

"I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace..."

Lin Miaoyu's voice was soft and delicate, which was quite incongruous with her large figure. Yang Qingfeng had to turn his head to hear what she was saying.

As he approached, Lin Miaoyu's pupils contracted slightly, and her face flushed red with embarrassment.

"I have nothing to repay you with... I can only offer my life and family as thanks."

As she spoke, Lin Miaoyu activated the Divine Connection Talisman, looking at Yang Qingfeng with extreme shyness, "I don't have much savings, please don't look down on me, Junior Brother..."

Yang Qingfeng finally understood what she was saying, and waved his hand, both amused and exasperated, "No need for money. Anyone would come if they saw a distress signal on the battlefield."

"No need to give money..." Lin Miaoyu suddenly became extremely nervous, completely ignoring Yang Qingfeng's subsequent words. She glanced at the grove of trees not far away and gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

At this point, Qin Hongru couldn't stand it anymore and quickly interrupted, "That's true, but if you hadn't arrived in time, we wouldn't have been able to wait for other rescues. How about this, we'll go and inquire about that... what... what kind of grass is it again?"

Qin Hongru asked Lin Miaoyu a question, but found that Lin Miaoyu was still looking at the woods in the distance.

Yang Qingfeng couldn't help but laugh and said, "The Rejuvenating Herb."

"Oh, right!"

Qin Hongru smiled shyly at Yang Qingfeng: "Although it can't repay your life-saving grace, we can help you find the Rejuvenating Herb as a token of our gratitude."

Yang Qingfeng raised an eyebrow slightly, only then noticing that the two of them were a little nervous, and he wondered what they were afraid of. Was he that scary?

"In that case, I'll trouble you both. Farewell."

I originally wanted to inquire about the situation on the battlefield, but the other side's condition was clearly not suitable for communication.

Yang Qingfeng turned around and swung Yu Jun's sword. Before leaving, he thought for a moment and then threw two teleportation crystals back.

"grateful!"

Qin Hongru caught the crystal with quick reflexes, while Lin Miaoyu caught it with her head.

Startled by the blow, Lin Miaoyu finally came to her senses. "Hey, where is he?"

Qin Hongru glanced at her helplessly, then sat down deflated like a duck, trembling with lingering fear.

…………

They flew forward for a while but didn't encounter any other demons or ghosts.

Yang Qingfeng remembered to open his cultivation space to check the spoils he had just acquired.

Apart from the demon race, most of the demons, ghosts, and ancient gods among the five races are similar to the human race.

They possess humanoid bodies, live in groups, can speak, cultivate, and also have storage space.

But this doesn't mean that killing a few demons and monsters will make you rich.

Take Yang Qingfeng himself as an example, his cultivation space was cleaner than his face.

In a currency-disrupted world, killing him would yield absolutely nothing.

For those who are poor cultivators, materials are sold as soon as they are acquired, and treasures are used up before leaving the house, since the purpose of leaving the house is to make money.

These bat demons were clearly of the same ilk.

There's no money, no treasures, the equipment is a complete mess, the props are so strange that I don't dare use them, and the only things I can estimate to be worth something are some scattered materials.

"What is this?"

Suddenly, something caught Yang Qingfeng's attention. He picked it up and took a look. It was two elastic straps connecting two semi-circular bags.

Suddenly, Yu Junjian stopped advancing.

Yang Qingfeng's eyes widened; he had seen this thing before.

Several years ago, late one night, that woman, drunk, kicked open his door, wearing just this thing.

This is underwear!

"How could...he appear among the demon race?"

In a moment of surprise and doubt, Yang Qingfeng saw the delicate bodies of Qin Hongru and Lin Miaoyu, followed by the alluring figure of Qiao Wanyi.

In all his knowledge, human women wore bibs and undergarments, and only that one woman had ever worn this style of underwear.

? ?

Yang Qingfeng held the bra open with two small straps, examined it carefully from all angles, and found that apart from being a little small, the style of the bra in his hand was absolutely correct.

"Why haven't we seen it among humans, but it's appearing among demons instead..."

After years of silence, I suddenly stumbled upon this clue.

Yang Qingfeng pondered for a long time, and couldn't help but develop a strong interest in the female demon.

To be precise, they were interested in their underwear.

It's a subtle matter, but you'll know once you take a look at a few examples.

Just then, the sword spirit two kilometers away sent back a message that someone was coming.

Yang Qingfeng switched his sword soul's vision and saw five figures running wildly in a deep valley.

Upon closer inspection, everyone looked disheveled and panicked, as if they were running away from something.

Looking ahead, soul fire surged forth from the depths of the valley.

The Soulfires were very small in scale, but their numbers increased dramatically in an instant, quickly forming dense, indistinguishable groups, and they moved extremely fast.

"insect?"

Yang Qingfeng was instantly intrigued.

Ever since he acquired the Sword of Explosion, he has become particularly interested in hordes of monsters.

Especially now in the wild, that's tons of cultivation.

With the attitude of "better safe than sorry," Yang Qingfeng landed on the outer edge of the deep valley and met the young man who ran out first, wanting to ask what was chasing them.

Before Yang Qingfeng could even open his mouth, the young man had already thrown his head back and roared, "Idiot! Save him!"

Before he finished speaking, two more men and a woman rushed out.

They were clearly on the same team as the young man, and they had all heard what the young man said. One of the big men, nicknamed "Wooden Man," reacted extremely quickly and swung out a vine the moment he saw Yang Qingfeng.

The vines stretched for over a hundred meters, enchantingly wrapping around Yang Qingfeng's waist.

"Well…"

Yang Qingfeng looked down and was then pulled up by a tremendous force.

In the blink of an eye, he was being carried on the shoulders of a large man, and the scenery on both sides was rushing past.

Then, the last figure finally burst out of the deep valley, bringing with it a swarm of buzzing insects.

Yang Qingfeng's eyes widened immediately, and he quickly pressed down on the big man's shoulder to prop himself up. "Senior brother, what the hell is that?"

The big man seemed not to hear, only focusing on running wildly, but someone still let out a howl.

"Battlefield Locusts, those are deadly!"

"no…"

Yang Qingfeng stared intently at the red-clad female ghost who was staring at him, and couldn't help but ask again out of curiosity, "What kind of ghost is she?"