"Earlier I saw online, Wu Qingyun practiced swordsmanship until she beca silly, lost her emotions, and only had swordsmanship left in her heart.
"I thought that was nonsense.
"Why does it seem true now?"
Suddenly, a voice in the crowd couldn’t bear it anymore.
"Wu Qingyun! What are you doing? Don’t you have empathy? So many people have died, and you’re still thinking about practicing swordsmanship? Don’t you feel bad?"
In the dead end, next to the pile of corpses, the girl turned her head.
Inside the bronze helt, her delicate face still had no expression. Her brows and eyes were even dull.
She looked at the crowd.
"What is there to feel bad about?
"I’m not feeling bad."
Her expression was too calm, seeming truly unaffected.
Yet everyone clearly saw tears flowing down from the corners of her eyes, sliding over her cheeks, sliding over her delicate jawline.
Her face appeared cold, but the tears were warm.
It was as if her expression and her tears belonged to two different people. Or rather, the original Wu Qingyun had split apart, making her look so strange.
Upon seeing this, everyone quieted down.
They seed to accept Wu Qingyun’s actions.
She’s not cold-blooded... She’s just sick.
...
In the small restaurant, Bai Mo, Zhang Shan, and others gathered in a private room, surrounding a table of food, eating heartily.
Next to Bai Mo was White Gloves, guarding a pile of fried chicken, munching wildly. It was scared today, its appetite was scared bigger, it had to eat more to replenish!
Zhang Shan gnawed on a pancake.
"We don’t need to worry about the case for now. The committee’s criminal investigation experts, image investigation experts, and experts in tracking immortal beasts and Gu Dao are already mobilized, fully capturing the criminals. Leave professional matters to professionals; we just need to sit and wait for orders."
Finishing this, he drank a bowl of lump soup.
"Let’s not talk about this lousy matter, let’s talk about sothing happy."
He leaned closer to Bai Mo, mysteriously, appearing much more relaxed.
"Our group of Immortal Martial in West State City, over sixty people, a few days ago, were just identified by the Round Stone Ancient Immortal as complete trash.
"Hahaha."
Bai Mo, while eating, furrowed his brow. What’s good about being complete trash?
Not ashad, but proud?
But with a turn of thought, he imdiately understood.
The Ancient Immortal who holds expectations for disciples is like a ti bomb.
The Ancient Immortal Master has given up, given up completely, no longer causing trouble, disciples can instead live freely and comfortably.
Indeed, it’s pretty good!
Zhang Shan, eyebrows dancing, "In the future, in dreams, we can wholeheartedly help the Ancient Immortal dig up soil and docunt without needing to cultivate. He won’t force us anymore, won’t cause any mischief."
Lu Yang said as he ate.
"In our lifeti, we’ll remain in Sequence Nine.
"Still, in Sequence Nine, one of the weaker ones.
"To be honest, do you guys envy Wu Qingyun?
"Sequence Eight, that’s so impressive, with a high status."
These words made the dining table fall into silence for a mont.
Everyone recalled Wu Qingyun’s abnormal deanor and sighed.
"Not envious.
"Her state is pretty scary.
"Don’t want to beco like her.
"But... very respectful!
"In real matters, it’s up to her to take charge."
"Her pathological state is a form of dedication."
Lu Yang spoke again.
"Do you think all high sequences have more or less issues?
"Does Chairman Chen Shu? Does Committee mber Tie Shiba?"
The few lowered their voices and started gossiping.
"Seems they all have issues, just hidden better."
"Ah, we who have been evaluated as trash really are quite comfortable."
"Then you say, that mysterious gentleman with the Alchemy Path in West State City, higher in sequence, how abnormal would he be?"
"That’s really unimaginable!"
"Have his character also beco twisted?"
"I fear he has committed many sins to achieve advancent."
"Is his physical health still okay?"
"I’m afraid he has many ailnts and eccentricities now?"
Zhang Shan and the others were getting more and more ridiculous.
Beside them, White Gloves was nibbling on fried chicken, glancing at his Master with an odd expression.
His Master, too, had a twitching mouth, feeling quite speechless.
...
The sky above Fox Mountain was, as always, covered with dense clouds.
Bai Mo, wearing his newly bought outdoor sports shoes, walked among the ruins, watching his disciples excavate pits and soil.
"It really seems they are becoming more professional."
In each pit, there were fox disciples digging like small fountains, crazily tossing soil out! The speed was much faster than before.
Large stone walls were occasionally lifted by several fox disciples together, moved out of the pits, and prepared to be sent to the Bronze Hall.
The buried ruins and broken walls, ravaged by eons of erosion and weathering, had beco fragile, yet the disciples handled them with ease.
In one large pit, White Tail was cleaning a broken wall, first using a big shovel to knock off large clumps of soil stuck to it, then using a smaller shovel to carefully chip away soil, and finally using his big tail to brush away the last layer of soil. Through this series of work, the sequence characters on the broken wall could be preserved as completely as possible.
Seeing Master observing from outside, White Tail imdiately looked at him and pointed at the broken wall, "Ying ying ying!"
This kind of broken wall, still attached to the foundation, required Master to personally transcribe. It was just the right mont for Master to co down and inspect.
"Look at you, all dirty."
Bai Mo then jumped into the pit, jokingly scolding, crouching down to touch White Tail’s head and then hugging him, helping to brush off the soil from his body and tail. Although his na was White Tail, only the tip of his tail was actually white. His fur was very smooth; soil barely clung and could be brushed off very easily.
Its head nestled in Master’s arms, gently nuzzling, while it stared alongside Master at the sequence characters on the wall... though it couldn’t understand them.
"Oh?"
"Did you really find it?"
Bai Mo, after a mont of gazing, displayed a joyful expression.
"The next dicinal recipe needed for advancing to Sequence Six, the Warming Fire Soup!
"Enhances the Dantian Qi Sea, allowing it to accommodate a stronger Pill Fire."
"Hahaha."
In ancient tis, this recipe wasn’t considered secret; it wasn’t that hard to find. But finding it so quickly was thanks to thousands of fox disciples frantically excavating the ruins!
Bai Mo, hugging White Tail, simply sat cross-legged on the ground, delving into this new dicinal recipe.
Nearby, a dozen or so fox disciples overheard their Master’s words earlier, happily poking their heads out, their faces beaming with delight.
A new pill formula has been found!
Master can advance once more, and Fox Mountain can grow stronger!
The disciples didn’t linger, promptly returning to their respective tasks.
The sky churned with clouds, fierce winds howled through the mountains, occasionally sweeping up dust and stones across the ruins.
Bai Mo remained seated in the pit, focusing intently on the sequence characters on the broken wall, learning and contemplating the dicinal recipe.
Periodically he lowered his head, drawing and marking in the dirt, listing items, or tracing processes.
White Tail nestled against Master’s chest, nuzzling his forearm. It was reluctant to leave but eventually overca its hesitation, wriggling out of Master’s embrace, and speedily ran away, further and further from the ruins.
...
Bai Mo sat in the pit, learning the dicinal recipe while drawing and marking on the earth.
Once the front ground was filled with writing, he erased it to write anew.
Suddenly, his tablet was handed to him.
Turning his head, he saw it was White Tail, holding the tablet with its front paws. This smart creature realized its Master had no pen and paper, so it ran back to the hall to fetch the tablet.
"Haha, you’ve really outdone yourself."
Bai Mo pinched White Tail’s chubby cheeks, took the tablet, activated the screen, and continued deducing the dicinal recipe.
...
Ti passed gradually, Bai Mo sat in the pit, observing, pondering, and drawing on the ground.
Beside him, White Tail occasionally dusted off the windblown sand from the Master’s body.
Seeing the Master seed thirsty, it promptly offered the Master’s cup... this clever one had fetched Bai Mo’s cup at so point. It even went to the cafeteria to collect two Jade Food Fruits, placed them in a bowl nearby, ready to replenish the Master’s strength.
And Bai Mo’s research on the dicinal recipe was reaching its conclusion.
"...The final ingredient is, Fire Lotus.
"Eh? Fire Lotus?
"A two-hundred-year-old Fire Lotus?"
Bai Mo’s expression froze.
He had been at Fox Mountain for, all in all, just three years.
In the Fox Mountain storage, nearly all herbs were fast-growing species.
This two-hundred-year-old Fire Lotus, where could he possibly get it?
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