Chapter 27

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No one could clearly say who had stolen the items. However, the tragic fate of a certain disciple had already spread throughout the entire Yujing Peak.

As the party involved, he felt no despair over his misfortune. Instead, his originally monotonous life had become more enjoyable.

A few miles to the south of the shack was a steep cliff. On the hillside next to the cliff, there were variously sized caves scattered around. This place was another residence for many Yujing disciples, beautifully named: the Cave Mansion.

Wujiao moved here overnight and had nowhere to settle. The caves on the hillside, whether old or new, already had their owners. Therefore, as a newcomer, he could only make do for one night before starting his grand plan to build a nest.

On this afternoon, the sky was clear. The mist undulated like waves, and the sky was as blue as jade.

At the foot of a huge rock on the west side of the hill, a wisp of blue smoke rose, and a faint aroma of burnt meat wafted in the wind. A young man sat by the fire, blowing on the flames and turning the roasting bird meat, sprinkling salt and spices, busy and happy.

Behind him was a fence made of branches and dry grass, or a small courtyard. The gate, wide enough for one person, was made of branches and old clothes. Inside the courtyard, there were bed boards and mats, as well as jars and daily necessities. Although the place was simple and looked shabby, it had a huge rock to shelter from the rain, dry grass to block the wind, and a view of misty clouds and endless scenery. For the owner, having such a place to sleep was enough!

The owner, of course, was Wujiao. After settling down overnight, he went down the well early the next day, finished mining the jade ahead of time, and returned. Since he had made a deal, the two managers, Xiang Rong and Gou Jun, did not interfere. He dismantled the bed boards from the shack, collected branches and dry grass from the forest, and after half a day of hard work, he finally had a place to shelter from the wind and rain. In the following days, he boldly asked Ge Qi for jars and other items, sneaked into the kitchen to get salt and spices, and then wandered around with a short sword, not letting go of any edible birds, beasts, or wild fruits. Cultivators prioritize cultivation, but he prioritized filling his stomach.

In a moment, the bird meat was roasted to a golden brown.

Wujiao grabbed the roasted meat from the branch, tore off a piece, and put it in his mouth. It was so hot that he blew on it and shook his hand, then continued to enjoy the delicious food. After eating the meat and throwing away the bones, he turned through the gate, picked up a pottery bowl, and drank some water from a jar, then chuckled with satisfaction. The jar contained mountain spring water, which was very clear and sweet.

Turning back, the fire had long since gone out.

Wujiao put the short sword he was issued on his waist, and didn't forget to touch the other short sword in his chest. With two swords by his side, he felt a bit more courageous. He then picked up a branch and poked at the ashes, and two bird eggs rolled out. He wrapped them in his sleeve, walked to a green stone a few yards away, sat cross-legged, and then cracked the shells and ate them one by one. Wild bird eggs were delicious, even better than chicken eggs. Next time, he could try making soup with them.

The scenery here was beautiful. A few yards away was a thousand-foot cliff, and further away were mountain ranges, with changing clouds and winds. The view was so pleasant that it made one forget oneself.

Lingxia Mountain, a great place!

Within a hundred miles, there were mountains and water. The key was that he could find food, and he no longer had to eat the strange clear soups and meat chunks from the kitchen. For this, he received a complaint from Yun Shengzi.

The place was nice, but it was cut off in all directions. Even after checking for several days, he found no way down the mountain. It was said that the nearest Hongxia Peak was a hundred miles away. He had asked Zong Bao how to get to the other peaks, and the answer was simple: fly!

He always felt that the guy was being mysterious, or that he was of low status and didn't know the details, so he was just talking nonsense. No one on Yujing Peak could fly, so how could they come and go? And of course, he couldn't fly either, so he could only endure and adapt. Maybe Ziyun Fairy would come to visit, hehe...

Wujiao was a broad-minded person. After eating and drinking, he comforted himself and couldn't help but laugh. A moment later, he stretched his arms, yawned, and slowly lay down on the stone, propping up one foot, half-closing his eyes, and smiling.

Such a gentle breeze, watching the clouds and listening to the waves, it was better than being a immortal. Those disciples working in the well were wasting their time!

At this moment, a sword light came from afar. A moment later, a figure descended from the sky.

It was a man in a black robe, in his twenties or thirties, handsome and dignified. He looked around and shook his head slightly.

The place was secluded, and under the huge rock, the branches and wild grass were in disarray. The crooked fence contained a bed and jars and other miscellaneous items. On the ground nearby, there were ashes, bird feathers, and bones. At first glance, it didn't look like a place for a cultivator, but more like a pigsty or a beggar's shelter.

However, the owner was comfortable, lying on a stone nearby, even wiggling his feet. Who knew what good thing he had encountered, or if he was just daydreaming!

The newcomer looked puzzled and couldn't help but call out, "Wujiao..."

Who was calling? Oh! The one walking slowly over was none other than Daoist Xuanyu! It must be that Ziyun was worried about him and sent him to check on him. What a coincidence!

Wujiao's eyes opened a slit, then suddenly widened, "It's Daoist Xuanyu! I haven't seen you in days, I'm sorry for not welcoming you properly..." He hurriedly stood up, overjoyed, and raised his hand in greeting.

Xuanyu stopped two yards away, his expression unclear, "It seems you've had a good time these past few days. Why haven't you gone down the well to mine jade?"

Wujiao straightened up, without much thought, and pointed around, smiling, "This place is much better than the jade well! As the saying goes, the yellow bird is full of affection, often calling the drunk in dreams; the white cloud is lazy, coming to the secluded place to please the recluse, hehe..." He was momentarily pleased and couldn't help but show his former boldness and ease.

"Hum! You're just lazy!"

Xuanyu's face darkened, and he scolded, "A mere mortal, not even fit to be a servant, dares to pretend to be refined and talk big! If I hadn't covered for you, you wouldn't last a day..."

How could his mood change so quickly? He thought he was a good person, but it seemed he wasn't!

Wujiao was startled, stunned for a moment, and said blankly, "Daoist Xuanyu, since you were entrusted by Ziyun, why are you like this..."

Xuanyu's eyebrows lifted slightly, a cold smile flashed across his lips, and his tone softened, "I came here for that..." His eyes swept over Wujiao and turned to the distance, "You said you were Ziyun's savior. I don't know the details, but she left a very valuable token as a keepsake. Tell me the truth, or I'll throw you off the mountain!"

This time, it wasn't just a change of mood, but even more ruthless!

Wujiao was about to answer but hesitated, looking at Xuanyu's back, his heart shuddered. A moment later, he returned to his former weak and timid self, and his words were full of pedantry and stubbornness, "Daoist Xuanyu, if you throw me off the mountain, so be it! There's no food or drink here, and it's boring. I pretend to be happy, but I'm actually suffering, sigh..." He sighed again, "Even if the immortal realm is wonderful, it can't compare to the warmth of the mortal world!"

Xuanyu was surprised, his eyes narrowed, "If I throw you off the mountain, you'll be dead. Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wujiao nodded, looking very tragic and helpless.

Xuanyu's expression was disdainful, and he said magnanimously, "If you tell the truth, I'll let you go."

Wujiao pushed his luck, "You have to promise to let me go first..." Perhaps lacking confidence, he lowered his head and spoke hesitantly.

Xuanyu let out a sigh, irritated, "Fine, I promise to let you go..."

Wujiao patted his chest, feeling relieved, and said, "Please forgive me, Daoist. Ziyun said that what happened between us is a secret and cannot be mentioned to others..."

Xuanyu looked as if he had been toyed with, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

Wujiao, unaware, continued, "Ziyun also said that if anything happens to me, she won't live alone! Please tell her not to worry..." He didn't finish his sentence when a strong wind suddenly blew in front of him, and a distorted face approached, spitting and furious, "Ziyun is pure and proud, how could she like a lowly mortal like you..."

Wujiao was terrified, and he screamed, "Daoist, you broke your promise! Ah..." His scream was cut off as he was thrown backward. As he rolled, he still cried out, "Ziyun, I'll see you in my dreams, don't forget to avenge me..."

His cries echoed in the air, but the expected disaster did not come.

A sword light flashed and paused. The figure on it looked back, spat, and said, "Ziyun would like a smooth-talking, cowardly mortal? What a joke! I'll keep you around to avoid dirtying my hands..." He smiled coldly and turned to leave.

Wujiao lay on the ground, listening to the wind. After a while, nothing unusual happened. He then pulled out his right hand, which was tightly gripping a short sword, and sighed in relief. A few feet away was a thousand-foot cliff. If he fell, he would only meet Ziyun in his dreams!

However, Daoist Xuanyu really left?

Wujiao hurriedly got up, moved away from the cliff, and felt lucky to be unharmed!

Today, he learned that the Ling Mountain Immortal Sect, though high and mysterious, had all kinds of people, just like the mundane world!

As expected, Ziyun was a beautiful and beloved fairy, with many admirers. Xuanyu was one of them, and he brought him up the mountain to please the fairy, but he was narrow-minded and jealous. In short, he came to compete for her affection. Hum! In the capital, he had seen many romantic scenes. He might not be good at cultivation, but he had never lost in showing off elegance and taking the lead in front of others!

However, he couldn't tell the truth about saving Ziyun. Otherwise, if that guy found out the details and had no more reservations, he might have already thrown him off the cliff. Saying the truth wasn't hard, but sometimes the truth could cost a life!

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