The path to immortality through martial arts begins with being forced into marriage!

At the entrance of the alley, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Even from a distance, Cui Yi could see that the man was wrapped in a tattered black robe, with half of his withered face visible under the hood, and his eyes glowing with an unnatural scarlet color.

Evil repair!

Cui Yi tensed up instantly. This was the first time he had ever seen a heretical cultivator, but this characteristic was too distinctive!

Almost instinctively, Cui Yi stepped in front of Mu Yangyan, and the long sword at his waist was drawn half an inch from its sheath with a clang!

The opponent's aura is not weak; he has already reached the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm!

This level of cultivation is like a dimensional reduction attack for ordinary people!

That basically confirms that the third party at the scene was this guy!

The evil cultivator didn't even glance at Cui Yi; his scarlet eyes were fixed on Mu Yangyan, and he even managed a strange smile that could be described as gentle.

"What, don't you recognize me?"

"I'm Chen Fei!"

"Little guy, five years ago when I was starving to death, you gave me a bite to eat."

"Over the years I have become a cultivator, and at least now I am free from worries about food and clothing."

"I came here intending to find you and repay your family, but instead I witnessed a good show."

"You lit the fire, brandished your knife, and stood guard at the door. Heh heh, that look in your eyes was really something!"

Chen Fei took half a step forward, and Cui Yi had already drawn his longsword, pointing it at his throat from a distance.

"Stop!"

"take it easy."

The evil cultivator waved his hand dismissively, still staring at Mu Yangyan, "Kid, you may kill people, but your methods are too crude."

"Blood everywhere, resentment soaring to the sky, and the lingering scent of you there."

"Whether it's the government or the Demon Suppression Bureau, it's only a matter of time before they find out about you."

"so……"

A cruel and gleeful glint flashed in his bloodshot eyes. "I'll help you out!"

"Anyway, your uncle's family is just wasting food while they're alive, so I'll just take care of their flesh and souls as well."

Chen Fei licked his lips and said, "You little guy, you ran pretty fast. Luckily, I guessed early on that the Jingyao Division would definitely send people to find you."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be a while before I can see you again."

Hearing what the other person said, Cui Yi frowned and put down the long sword in his hand.

This makes sense.

The reason why the Demon Suppression Bureau made a wrong judgment was because this person took the blame for the heinous crime on behalf of this poor boy in order to repay the kindness of a meal he had received years ago.

Li Fei was quite surprised by Cui Yi's actions, and the red light in his eyes flashed a few more times: "Oh ho, you lackey of the Demon Suppression Division, you actually sheathed your sword when you saw me?"

Cui Yi responded calmly, "There is no distinction between good and evil in this world, nor between right and wrong; it's just that everyone has a different perspective."

"Since you've come to seek someone to repay a debt of gratitude, you're better than many hypocrites."

Li Fei hadn't expected Cui Yi to actually praise him, and he burst into two maniacal laughs: "Hahahaha, interesting, very interesting!"

"You're much better than those hypocrites who spout benevolence but are despicable behind the scenes!"

"That's right! I'm an evil cultivator, sucking people's life force and refining their souls. I do all the heinous things that you righteous sects consider unforgivable!"

"But the ones I kill are all demons in human skin, living in this dog-eat-dog world!"

"There are too many beasts in this world, I can't kill them all no matter how hard I try, and my cultivation level is increasing faster and faster!"

"If my cultivation level weren't insufficient, I would have killed even more people!"

Li Fei suddenly turned his head, his fervent gaze once again locking onto Mu Yangyan.

"Boy! You heard that! There's no place for you left in this world!"

"Trying to reason with those hypocrites? They'll only tie you to the execution ground and torture you to death!"

"Come with me! In this world, what is right? What is wrong?"

"The most important thing is to survive, and to live a fulfilling life!"

Looking at Li Fei's outstretched withered arm, Mu Yangyan glanced at the silent Cui Yi beside him, and then he moved.

Because of his leg injury, Mu Yangyan walked with a limp, saying loudly, "Brother, today, I owe you another favor."

"Mu Yangyan hereby swears that if I am fortunate enough to become a cultivator in the future, I will return to repay this debt of gratitude!"

"Brother, if you ever need me, I'll brave any danger, even mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

Cui Yi simply watched without intervening.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Li Fei took the blame for him, and Mu Yangyan also had nowhere else to go.

The Demon Suppression Division's ability to rewind time wasn't solely mastered by Song Ziwei; it's just that his level of understanding was higher, allowing him to deduce more information.

Even an ordinary person like Mu Yangyan, who has no cultivation, could have the scene recreated by a Qi Refining cultivator using the Rewind Technique.

Leaving with him was undoubtedly his best option.

At midday in winter, the pale sun hung listlessly above Qingshui Lane, sparingly letting down a few thin rays of light, but unable to dispel the chill that had settled in the alley.

The hoarse, intermittent cries of a charcoal seller echoed from the alley entrance, and one could even faintly smell the aroma of food.

But this warmth of human life only seeped in faintly before being swallowed up by the coldness deep in the alley.

The two figures had already disappeared from sight. Cui Yi sheathed his longsword and silently walked in the opposite direction.

He saw nothing.

Nothing to do today.

......

......

In the following days, Cui Yi spent his time in Qingshuifang.

Others may not know who the murderer in this case is, but he knows that the two men have probably gone far away.

He was happy to have some free time, spending his days slacking off and practicing his skills, and his nights cuddling with his wife while they slept. It was a pretty good life.

One day.

Cui Yi was at home on his day off, cultivating his skills, when suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the door. Tang'er then skipped over and said that a carriage had stopped in front of the door.

When Cui Yi went out, there was indeed a carriage parked outside.

The coachman was an honest-looking old man. When he saw Cui Yi come out, he quickly jumped off the carriage shaft and bowed respectfully: "Greetings, Master Cui. I have been sent by Steward Lin to deliver something."

Cui Yi was taken aback, and a person flashed into his mind instantly.

Forestry manager?

Lin Songshan?

hiss!

Cui Yi slapped his forehead. No wonder he'd been feeling empty inside lately. How could he have forgotten something so important?

Upon arriving in Donghai City, Lin Songshan told him to collect his reward from the Chamber of Commerce the next day. Coincidentally, that very night he had obtained the Refining Spirit Technique from Xi Yue.

With no days off these past few days, and being so busy, I completely forgot about it!

Thank you for your trouble.

Cui Yi stepped aside. "Want to come in and have some hot tea?"

"I dare not trouble Master Cui."

The driver waved his hands repeatedly, took out a foot-long ebony box from the carriage, and presented it with both hands: "Manager Lin instructed that it must be delivered personally."

"Now that Master Cui has received the goods, I shall take my leave."

After the driver left, Cui Yi carried the box into the inner room.

Inside the box was a martial arts manual.