When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

The once calm fog suddenly surged and billowed.

A gust of wind swept across her face, and Chu Xianlan dodged to the side, finally managing to make out what was lurking in the darkness at this distance.

It's not a monster.

It's a vine.

The next instant, the deep purple vines lashed out with lightning speed!

With her divine sense suppressed in the mist, Chu Xianlan was unable to accurately estimate the distance. Disliking the short attack range, she directly dispersed the spirit sword she had originally condensed, used her golden spirit to re-condense it into a long saber, gripped the saber with both hands, and slashed forward!

The rustling sounds underfoot continued incessantly, and more vines appeared at tricky angles, vaguely showing a tendency to wrap around the ankles.

Chu Xianlan kicked away the vines that had wrapped around her. With a soft hum, her long sword sliced ​​through the ground, and many broken branches fell to the ground, writhing like insects.

He frowned in disgust and squinted at the darkness ahead.

Why did Ali's lamp go out?

In a blessed land like Youxin Valley, where countless spiritual plants grow, it's not surprising that mutated plants would attack people. But why did these plants, which were originally quiet and still, suddenly surge up like they've gone mad?

Just because the glass lamp went out?

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear anything in the mist, so he couldn't call out to the herb-gathering girl, nor did he know what was happening on her side.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

As I was pondering this, more vines sprouted from the ground.

These things seemed to have learned their lesson and no longer fought alone. Instead, they gathered together, twisted into a thick tentacle, and swung it fiercely towards the direction where the group was!

At the same time, the thin vines underfoot stirred restlessly, and a brute force pulled him toward the darkness behind him.

Suddenly, a chilling aura burst forth from the spot.

The azure spiritual energy swept across the entire area without mercy, and the surging fog seemed to be frozen into ice crystals, freezing all the restless vines in place.

In the blink of an eye, a thick layer of ice covered the vines, then shattered them into ice shards.

Chu Xianlan turned around and could sense that it was her master who had made a move, but the fog was too thick, and she couldn't discern the opponent's exact direction at all.

The chaotic fight just now did change everyone's original positions.

He took a few steps forward based on his senses.

In any case, lighting the glass lamp is the most important thing.

Just then, a burning hot hand reached out from the darkness behind Chu Xianlan and grabbed his arm tightly!

Not right.

The brutal force caused Chu Xianlan's pupils to shrink sharply. Sensing that the newcomer was hostile, he quickly swung his knife to counterattack. But before he could even raise his blade, a piece of cloth was suddenly smothered over his mouth and nose!

"—Ugh!"

The back of his neck was pressed down, and a strange, sweet-smelling smell filled his nostrils. In an instant, his consciousness vanished.

-

The gambling den was bustling with noise, the din of which drowned out the faint rumble of thunder outside.

The drizzling raindrops flowed down the eaves and seeped along the mottled wall into a side room in the backyard where miscellaneous items were stored.

A young child is staying here.

The side room was extremely small and had no windows. It was already cluttered with miscellaneous items, and an adult man would have to bend over to enter. For a teenager, there was just enough space to curl up and lie down.

Honestly, Chu Xianlan didn't think it was a terrible place. Before being taken in, he had been wandering the streets for a long time, not knowing where he came from or where he was going.

It's just too dark.

It was dark and cramped; people living there could barely breathe.

Candlelight can dispel darkness.

However, buying candles requires money, and so does eating.

The feeling of hunger is far more terrifying than darkness. Your intestines ache, your vision blurs, and you break out in a cold sweat. It can truly be deadly.

Darkness won't kill you; at most, it'll just make you panic for a while, but you'll be fine once the sun comes out.

The gambling den owner took pity on him because of his young age and let him help chop wood and carry water in the backyard, occasionally running errands in exchange for a bite to eat.

One afternoon, as Chu Xianlan was carrying a stack of teacups to the front hall, the gamblers' exclamations suddenly erupted in unison around him. He was startled, his hand trembled, and he almost dropped the teacups. Looking up, he saw several streaks of light flash across the horizon.

One of the snow-white figures stunned him instantly.

A gambler, his eyes bloodshot from losing money, cursed, "What are you pretending for? You're just some stinking cultivator. If only I had spiritual roots back in the day..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone next to him kicked him, yelling, "Are you out of your mind?! What nonsense are you spouting? That's a cultivator!"

The Great Way leads to Heaven, yet it is formless and without appearance.

For ordinary people, cultivators are unapproachable legends, and in folk tales they are gods who can turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist, fly through the sky and escape into the earth, and live forever.

Chu Xianlan held her teacup, staring at that frost-like, snow-white figure, as if she were seeing the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and unconsciously held her breath.

After the man disappeared into the horizon, he asked the waiter tidying up the table beside him, still in a daze, "Who was he?"

"Who?"

"That one, the one with white hair."

The waiter said "Oh," and continued, "That one, I think it's Immortal Lord Jixue of the Taiyi Sect, what's his title again... Let me think, a mortal descended to immortality? That sounds like a big gimmick, probably not much different from a real immortal!"

An immortal descended from the mortal realm.

Chu Xianlan silently repeated these four words in her heart.

"Splash!"

Just then, several drunk gamblers next to them started shoving and cursing at each other. A half-finished glass of wine rolled off the table, spilling most of it onto Chu Xianlan's pants.

The gambling den owner happened to witness this scene. She stood with her hands on her hips, frowning, and said, "You little beggar, your pants are wet in this freezing weather, why don't you take them off? Be careful you don't freeze your legs off and then you won't be able to walk!"

……

Chu Xianlan opened her eyes.

A sudden childhood memory can always bring sadness. I blinked, my vision blurred for a moment, and then my consciousness gradually returned from the dream.

Looking up, there was a dark stone wall above, and below—

Someone is taking off his pants.

He lowered his gaze, and all his confusion, bewilderment, and melancholy were blasted away by the intense shock.

Chu Xianlan: "..."

To be precise, it was Xie Qingying, Senior Xie, Great Doctor Xie... who was taking off his pants.

Holy crap.

There's a pervert here!!!