After walking for an unknown amount of ti, they finally arrived.
At the end of the light, a short, elderly man in a gray Daoist robe sat alone at a chess table.
The chessboard displayed a nearly finished ga.
Fan Wubing stood beside, observing.
The elderly man pondered for a long ti, unsure of how to solve the predicant, and then smiled and asked,
"Young friend, do you know how to play?"
Fan Wubing didn’t answer but picked up a chess piece and abruptly placed it down.
Pa-da!
The mont the piece was placed, a gray light flickered in the elder’s eyes, and he burst into laughter,
"Such a talent, must not be stifled, you should return!"
Fan Wubing was pushed away with a single palm thrust.
He began to fall.
This intense sensation of falling jolted him awake, and several notifications appeared before him,
[The flying sword "Peach Blossom" has advanced to the second stage]
[You have triggered the protection "Ash Immortal’s Blessing," receiving a gift from the Ash Immortal in the unseen]
[The "Ash Immortal" gifts you... to live on]
["Tongue Desire" surged, you absorbed so Evil Qi, maximum HP 6345]
[Current HP: 41698]
Fan Wubing struggled to open his eyes.
Luo Qingyao had arrived at so unknown ti, she seed to be crying.
She was a crybaby,
always shedding tears.
Fan Wubing’s eyelids were too heavy to lift again, and he weakly said,
"Qingyao... that... that Soul Daoist is likely the incomplete celestial soul of your ancestor... Quickly, go and collect it."
After saying this, his spirit could no longer resist the tide of weariness and dimd down.
Beside him, the flying sword "Peach Blossom" nestled closely.
...
Warm, soft, fragrant.
Fan Wubing slept for a very long ti.
Sunlight fell on his face, finally waking his drowsiness. He sat up straight, slightly irritated from sleep, and instinctively reached out beside him, only to touch a slender arm.
The drowsiness imdiately left him.
He looked over to the side.
Luo Qingyao was lying next to him, sleeping soundly.
Fu Manman sat on the chair by the bedside, holding a book in her hands. She seed like a lady from a secluded court, steeped in the world’s insights found within books, exuding a calm and elegant aura. Seeing Fan Wubing awake, she hastily put down the book and looked at him with delighted eyes.
"Shh!"
Fan Wubing gently got out of bed and walked outside the room with Fu Manman.
Only then did Fu Manman smile and say,
"You’re awake."
Fan Wubing stretched lazily,
"How long did I sleep?"
"Twelve days."
"Twelve days?!" Fan Wubing exclaid, "Why so long!"
Fu Manman said,
"That night, when Qingyao brought you back, you were almost dead. Although your vitality was full and resilient, your soul was flickering, threatening to dissipate at the slightest disturbance."
"That serious?"
"Yes, very serious!" Fu Manman said solemnly, "Neither Senior Brother Jiang nor I knew what to do. It was Qingyao, who enveloped your soul with her own spirit energy, nurturing it continuously to stabilize it. But she herself consud so much that she fell into a deep sleep."
Fan Wubing looked at the girl sleeping soundly in the room, took a deep breath,
"She really doesn’t care about herself at all."
Fu Manman lowered her head and said,
"When she brought you back, she was crying so sadly over a fragnt of bone."
Fan Wubing couldn’t help but twitch his lips,
"She still kept that thing!"
It truly fulfilled the saying... each ti he died, Luo Qingyao would cry holding that fragnt of bone.
Fan Wubing shook his head,
"How are you all?"
Fu Manman smiled,
"I’m doing well. Junior Brother Yinian is also fortunate, his soul wasn’t hard. Senior Brother Jiang nurtured him for a few days, and he’s mostly recovered. But unfortunately, he’s lost all his cultivation. However, Senior Brother Jiang said he found fortune in misfortune; although his cultivation is gone, his spirit root changed and beca exceptionally pure! It’s still unclear what specific spirit root physique he has, but surely it’ll be quick for him to regain his cultivation."
Fan Wubing nodded. He had long known that Ai Yinian had an extraordinary physique... after all, even rootless energy could be contained within his blood and vitality...
Fu Manman paused slightly, sowhat nervously asked,
"Shall we go for a walk? After the Evil Qi completely disappeared, the atmosphere in Nanlai City has beco quite good, very suitable for a stroll."
"Alright."
The two walked on the street. Everything was restored as before, with not a trace of Evil Qi in the air.
The sunshine was lovely, and strolling with the girl, Fan Wubing was in an exceptionally good mood.
Fu Manman said,
"Many outsiders perished that night... but the demons fared worse, not sure if it was related to that Soul Daoist. When he died, all the demons died with him too. All the blessings were released. People have been busy fighting over the blessings these days."
"Blessings!" Fan Wubing said regretfully, "I slept for so long, I must have missed a lot of blessings!"
Fu Manman smiled,
"It’s okay, there are still so left."
"What were your gains?"
Fu Manman pondered for a mont,
"Five paths... five is my limit. The sixth path just wouldn’t co near . The more, the harder it is to get more. Senior Brother Jiang has four paths, Qingyao, due to taking care of you, hasn’t gone to look yet. Junior Brother Yinian did well too, despite losing his cultivation, his physique managed to harvest three paths."
Fu Manman turned her head, her eyes smiling like tender paste,
"After today, the Peach Blossom Spring will end. You should hurry."
Looking at her appearance, Fan Wubing was sowhat stunned. He thought Fu Manman seed... a bit more beautiful, no... rather, more pleasant, more endearing than before. Before, because of her personality, she always gave off a feeling of awkwardness and lancholic lancholy. Now, she wasn’t as lively as Luo Qingyao, but she was a lot more cheerful.
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