Chapter 15

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Wujiao was enjoying the thrill of riding the wind when he was suddenly interrupted by Guli's shout.

In an instant, sand and dust rose from all directions, the rustling sounds urgent and unceasing. Then, one by one, gray shadows shot out from the dust, rushing straight toward the five travelers. Their momentum was swift and sudden, and in a moment, thousands of gray shadows, like arrows, came roaring like a net from the sky.

Guli shouted in alarm, "Sand snakes, no time to waste, charge through—"

Before he finished his shout, he threw a beast skin talisman.

The talisman exploded with a loud noise, transforming into a white light that enveloped both him and Wujiao. In an instant, the light trembled, and the "bangs" sounded like a sudden rainstorm. The thousands of gray shadows, as if hitting a wall, fell back from a distance of about ten feet. Upon closer inspection, these gray shadows were about four to five feet long, as thick as a child's arm, covered in gray-brown scales, and indeed looked like venomous snakes!

Wujiao followed Guli, continuing forward. Despite his shock, he secretly rejoiced at his foresight.

Whether it was a natural disaster or a human calamity, relying on his own abilities, reaching Lingxia Mountain smoothly was nothing but a dream. Even this Yellow Sky Plain might become his burial ground. It seemed that Qisanren had not lied; the old man was honest!

The sky was clear and the sun was scorching. Yet, on the vast desert, clouds of sand rose, like sudden whirlwinds. In the whirlwinds, five figures were breaking through the encirclement.

Guli led Wujiao at the forefront, the light he summoned blocking the sand snakes' fierce attacks and piercing through the layers of encirclement, rushing forward without hesitation. Mushen, a few feet behind, was also surrounded by a protective light. Taozi and Hongnü followed closely, working together.

Wujiao was always carried by Guli, not needing to exert any effort. Initially, he was somewhat frightened, but seeing that his safety was assured, he gradually became more at ease, yet still kept an eye on the surroundings.

The light from the talisman was very peculiar, seemingly intangible yet slightly dazzling. Upon closer inspection, it was indistinguishable. It was like the reflection of starlight and moonlight, coming from the heavens and merging into the void, light and ethereal, yet capable of repelling evil.

Looking back, he could see nothing. The surroundings were a gray haze, and he could not tell how the other three were faring. He hoped that Mushen would be eaten by the sand snakes...

After two hours, the relentless sand snakes suddenly disappeared. A moment later, several exhausted figures fell onto a sand dune.

Wujiao was just enjoying the talisman's magic when he was unexpectedly thrown by Guli, landing on the ground and rolling a few times. He quickly spat out the sand in his mouth and scrambled to his feet.

Two yards away, Guli lay on his back, his forehead and temples sweating, and he was breathing heavily, clearly exhausted. Not far away, Mushen was lying on the ground, his face pale and green, his chest heaving in exhaustion. Further away were Taozi and Hongnü, supporting each other, both out of breath and looking like they had been through a lot.

Among the five, only Wujiao was not tired, and his minor injuries had already healed. He looked around with a relaxed expression.

The sun was slanted, and it was already afternoon.

The yellow sand sea remained the same, with the heat rising and spreading. It gave the impression of being in a forgotten world, isolated from the rest, devoid of life, and only the silence of death was swallowing everything...

Wujiao did not have time to reflect. He glanced back and secretly felt satisfied, reaching into his chest.

Heh, Mushen also choked on a mouthful of sand. However, the guy looked wary.

Wujiao grunted, bent down to pick up his bag, and walked toward Guli.

The short sword in his chest was a treasure to ward off evil, but he did not know how to use it. If not, this would be a good time to teach Mushen a lesson!

"Common wisdom says, a man is iron, and food is steel. One cannot go without a meal. Brother Gu, with your high cultivation, why not have a bun with beef to regain your strength, and a peach to quench your thirst..."

Wujiao sat down next to Guli and casually took out two buns and a peach from his bag. The buns were a bit dry and hard, and the peach was a bit wilted. This was a habit he had developed while wandering, and there was a saying: "With food in hand, one's heart is at ease."

Guli sat up, took a deep breath, glanced at Wujiao's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then without further ado, grabbed the buns and peach and started eating. Although he was a cultivator and often practiced fasting, he had not yet reached the level of dining on clouds and drinking dew. After using his magic continuously, he was inevitably hungry and thirsty.

Mushen, Taozi, and Hongnü gradually got up and slowly gathered around.

Wujiao quickly said, "Everyone, I have already given everything I have..." He was afraid someone would ask for food, so he spoke first and said openly, "I am a man who repays kindness and enmity. Fellow Daoist Mushen should know this!"

Mushen grunted and ignored him, sitting down a short distance away and sipping from a wine flask. His eyes occasionally glanced at Wujiao, full of mockery. Offering stale buns and rotten peaches as a way to repay kindness, how could he say it with a straight face? However, a bookkeeper, in a fit of anger, burned down the Ruyi Pavilion, which was quite ruthless! Perhaps he was challenging Wujiao?

Taozi took out a plate of exquisite pastries from his bag and shared them with Hongnü. They were considerate of each other, and they ignored the smug fellow Daoist.

Wujiao talked to himself, feeling bored. Suddenly, he had something in his hand, a fruit he had never seen before, about the size of a child's fist, golden in color, and emitting a faint fragrance. Someone patted his shoulder and laughed, "Ha! Brother, it's not hard to repay kindness if you have real skills! This ginseng fruit is for you, as compensation!"

Guli had already swallowed the buns and peach and casually took out a fruit to exchange.

Wujiao wanted to say no, but he smiled bitterly. He had intended to curry favor with Guli, but it turned out that the other person did not appreciate it and even mocked him for lacking skills. Was it so hard to repay kindness?

Mushen, drinking his wine, laughed and said, "Is a ginseng fruit just any ordinary thing? It not only quenches thirst but also has the effect of condensing qi and nourishing the spirit. Fellow Daoist Wu, you are indeed shrewd; this time you have made a good deal, hehe..."

The ginseng fruit looked good, but how did it taste?

Wujiao held the fruit and examined it, then took a bite. It was juicy and delicious, sweet and fragrant. It seemed quite good. He put the fruit in his mouth, eating it while smiling awkwardly at Guli to show his gratitude, but his eyes were glancing at Mushen, looking completely unconcerned.

Since this young master could survive in the midst of blood and rain, what could he not endure? He remembered a sage in a book who said, "Too much complaint can break the heart; it is better to take a long-term view." One day, he would repay his grievances and kindness, and of course, he would hold hands with Fairy Ziyun and live happily ever after, hmmm...

This person was never one to be overly sentimental, even after the destruction of his family and the hardships of wandering, he always believed in one truth: as long as he was alive, there was hope. Only by living could he not waste the past suffering!

Wujiao finished the fruit, still savoring it, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but saw that Guli, Mushen, Taozi, and Hongnü were all resting with their eyes closed, so he could only stay there, bored.

The fruit was really delicious, and he wanted to buy more next time. It was laughable that he had been showing off with buns and peaches, like comparing wealth with a rich man or longevity with a god, really meaningless!

Moreover, those few people could sit and rest without fear of the heat, which was truly enviable...

Wujiao put the bag on his head and silently endured the scorching sun. After half an hour, his four companions still showed no signs of waking up. He was already drenched in sweat but could only continue to wait. Without these cultivators, he would be unable to move an inch. If only a breeze would come, it might cool him down a bit!

Whether it was a coincidence or a wish come true, a faint dust cloud approached, bringing a slight breeze. In just a few breaths, the dust cloud transformed into a four-legged figure, with round, glaring eyes and a blood-red mouth full of fangs!

Wujiao was initially delighted but then startled. What was the monster going to do?

At the same time, Guli, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Linbao..."

Mushen was startled awake and shouted, "That is not an ordinary creature; it is a spirit beast, extremely fierce, let's go..." Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed away.

Taozi and Hongnü were also terrified and instantly left the spot.

Although Wujiao did not know the origin of the Linbao, seeing the cultivators so frightened, he was also scared and stood up to run, but then secretly lamented. This young master did not know the wind-riding technique and was destined to be left behind to die!

"Brother Gu, please help me..."

Wujiao turned to ask for help, but his face turned hopeless. It was over; he couldn't escape!

A fierce wind suddenly swept in, followed by a deafening roar. The monster, more than two yards long, leaped into the air and pounced down viciously.

Mushen had already taken the lead, and Taozi and Hongnü followed closely. Only Wujiao, pale as earth, and Guli, who was a step behind, remained. Guli, however, did not dodge or avoid, but chanted a spell and pointed his hand, "Go—"

In an instant, a sword light shot out from the scabbard on his back.

There was a dull thud, followed by sparks.

The monster was hit on the head by the sword light and was thrown back, creating a large pit in the sand. It then kicked its legs and flipped over, ready to attack again with its fierce and brutal demeanor.

Guli waved his hand again, and the strange sword light returned and spun. He had no intention of continuing the fight, summoned the wind-riding technique, and turned to leave. In a blink, he was already dozens of yards away.

Wujiao's face turned pale, and he was powerless to call for help.

The monster was fierce; don't leave me behind, brother...

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