"Looking at you, it’s obvious that you have yet to find Scripture Master Wen. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to et with Miss Jing from your sect first and team up with her before making further plans?"
Baili An was not surprised that Su Jing and Yin Baishuang had managed to find these travelers so quickly. He feigned surprise and delight, "The Young Master has also co to the Demon World? Please, lead the way quickly."
Baili An’s performance diluted their suspicions sowhat.
If he truly were from the Taixuan Sect, they dared not offend him, let alone a youth who was the brother of the renowned Vanquishing Sound sword scripture.
Both of them silently sheathed their weapons and enthusiastically guided Baili An along the way.
During their journey, possibly out of respect for Baili An being a disciple of Taixuan, they chatted and talked with him enthusiastically.
Naturally, there were probing intentions in their conversation.
After so idle chat, Baili An learned that the two were from the sa sect, coming from the Upper Sun Palace in the Daze borderlands of Ze Country.
Unlike cultivators who practiced in seclusion high in remote mountains, Upper Sun Palace was a cultivation institution specifically established for the noble families of Daze, under the rule of Ze Country’s royal family.
The pair also subtly inquired about Wen Hanwei’s intentions for coming to the Demon World.
Baili An’s explanation was that Jiachen had been poisoned by demonic toxins, and Ye Lian ventured deep into the Demon World to find a cure for his injuries and got stuck in a predicant; the Sect Master then ordered Wen Hanwei to co to the rescue with him.
Unexpectedly, the Demon Clan was faced with a great war, and amidst the chaos, elder sister Wen Hanwei and others mistakenly entered this place, hence he ca to search for them.
Such a half-true, half-false tale was indeed difficult to discern for flaws.
After several exchanges, the two were almost completely convinced of Baili An’s identity and intentions.
When he was led to et with Su Jing, seeing him respectfully change his address to "Young Master," they completely dismissed any suspicions and vigilance in their hearts.
The War Slave Camp established by Mi Lu was not built on a single mountain but had training camps based in mountains all over the Demon World.
Even Hao Nong, who was in charge, only oversaw a tenth or so of the Slave Camp.
Those who survived the nightly hunts by demons were all cultivators with notable cultivation and talent.
Now, there were quite a few cultivators who had entered this network of earth veins, and those from different camps were scattered in various positions; the faction from Upper Sun Palace alone counted over a hundred people.
What surprised Baili An was that this group was very well-prepared; it seed that during their ti as War Slaves, Mi Lu had not taken away their Qiankun Bags.
Presumably, their daily rations had been extrely ager, but over the years they had been able to save quite a bit of food. Now that they were beneath the Dragon Vein, their supply was anything but short.
It seed that they had planned for this early on.
The current rest point was in a concealed mine within the earth veins. There was no need to light a fire, as the natural ore embedded in the cave walls emitted a phosphorescent glow, illuminating everything around in exceptional clarity.
"Brother Si Chen, coming all this way by yourself must have been difficult and exhausting. The yin energy in these earth veins is extrely heavy; have a bowl of hot water first to warm up your body."
The man who brought the bowl of hot water was nad Xun Guan, one of the cultivators who guided him earlier.
Baili An tilted his head slightly, following the sound of his voice to reach for the bowl of hot water.
Although corpse demons never drink water, since he was currently posing as a Taixuan disciple, it wouldn’t do well to make others suspicious by not eating or drinking.
He expressed his thanks but just as his fingers barelytouched the rim of the bowl, a hand as white as snow reached first, causing him to grasp at air.
Xun Guan turned back in surprise to look at Miss Jing, who was steadily holding the bowl.
Suddenly recalling that these past few days, she and Miss Yin had refused their water and food, he originally thought it was because talents as lofty as theirs were hard to approach.
But now, it seed they were wary of poison in the water.
However, in the next mont, Su Jing lowered her eyes with a cool gaze, slowly lifted the bowl, and drained the hot water. Such a simple act of drinking water carried an indescribable grace and ticulousness.
Xun Guan’s face registered shock as his mouth slowly gaped open.
For a mont, Baili An did not know what had happened; his outstretched hand had not yet been lowered.
He coughed lightly, ready to inquire, when Su Jing placed the empty bowl firmly into his palm.
"What’s wrong with your eyes?" Her voice was cold and lingering, no different from the usual simple exchanges between fellow disciples.
Baili An was slightly taken aback, never having expected her to notice such details.
On his journey here, he had deliberately disguised himself, and even Xun Guan and his brother had not noticed he was unable to see; yet she was so sensitive, detecting sothing was amiss at a glance.
With all these people present, it wasn’t suitable for Baili An to say that he had been injured by an archer during the chaotic battle with Manxie.
He gave a vague explanation, "Hmm... There was a minor accident, nothing serious, the Young Master need not worry."
Perhaps perceiving that it was inconvenient for him to answer, Su Jing frowned slightly, but did not press further.
Xun Guan gave Baili An a renewed, surprised glance, thinking to himself, could he really be blind?
Just then, the hand holding the bowl was suddenly nudged, and the empty bowl smashed to the ground with a clatter.
Following that, his chin was tightly seized by two delicate, soft fingers.
Baili An opened his eyes in astonishnt.
Yin Baishuang had erged from nowhere like a ghost, squinting her attractive almond eyes.
Applying slight pressure with her fingers and lifting his chin, her voice drew out a long "Hmm?" as she scrutinized, "It looks rather like the notorious poison—Peacock Feather. And you say this counts as nothing serious?"
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