Chapter 35

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Who says scholars can't curse? They just don't use foul language. Their words are sharp and cutting, eroding to the bone!

Unfortunately, cursing doesn't fill the stomach!

Wujiao lay on the stone bed, his head tilted to one side, his mouth open, looking half-dead. Surrounded by water, all he could think about was eating something. Even Qisan's vegetable soup or the stinky earthworm meat would do.

"Hmph! It's been seven days, and you're still alive, but barely. Your time is running out! Crawl over here and tell me where the treasure is. Out of respect for our past, I'll let you live!"

Wujiao remained lying there, unmoving. He could easily imagine the smug look on the person's face from the cave entrance.

Seven days have passed in a daze, and I'm still alive?

I'm quite surprised myself!

But Muxin is still lingering at the cave entrance, refusing to leave. Asking me to crawl over and beg for mercy is absurd!

I originally planned to dig a way out, but it turned out to be a futile effort. Someone took advantage of the situation, and I had to give up halfway! Now, I'm barely holding on, but I'm so hungry I can't think straight. I can't fall asleep, or I might not wake up...

Wujiao's arm fell into the water, and he forgot about the cold. It felt slippery and soft, so he grabbed it without thinking. When he lifted it, it was a white, soft mass, like cotton or a steamed bun. He licked it with his tongue, finding it cool and sweet, and took a bite. It was edible? Hehe...

Muxin had been watching the stone bed, thinking about how to dispose of the body. Seeing Wujiao eating anything he could find, he pretended to be sympathetic, shook his head, and then looked slightly surprised.

That person was gnawing on a stone and even laughing. Was he starving to the point of madness? The stalactite looked soft but was still a stone. He grabbed it as if it were easy.

Wujiao, perhaps driven mad by hunger, started gnawing on the stalactite in the water. With something in his stomach, he felt more solid, and the unbearable hunger was greatly relieved. In no time, he sat up, seemingly enlightened, and continued to grab more stalactites, muttering to himself: "I forgot what the *Baoling Jing* says. Stalactites, also known as dripstones or reed stones, have the effects of improving eyesight, enhancing essence, and unblocking the hundred orifices. In other words, they are medicinal and can be eaten. Stalactites from jade and spirit mines are also called water pills, which have the magical effects of replenishing life, breaking through chronic conditions, warming the body, and generating blood..."

Since it's edible, why not have another piece?

Wujiao grabbed another stalactite and bit into it, "crunch, crunch."

In a short while, he had eaten two large pieces of stalactite. His stomach felt full, and the hunger was gone. After drinking some water, he felt more comfortable and more alert, at least not dizzy and anxious.

Strangely, why did the stalactite become so soft?

Ouch, why is my stomach aching...

Wujiao, having eaten his fill, started to think more clearly. Before he could think much further, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, which he couldn't bear, and let out a pained groan. Soon, his face turned pale, and he was drenched in cold sweat, clutching his stomach in panic.

It must be a case of "trouble comes from the mouth"! Stalactites might be edible, but eating too much is problematic!

Wujiao jumped up, waded through the water, and ran to the corner of the cave where he had urinated. He took off his clothes, squatted down, and shouted, "No peeking, no coming near, oh..." He groaned in pain and then called out, "Muxin, if you dare to come over, you'll be disowned..."

At the cave entrance, there was no one. Muxin had left, just as he had come, without a trace, silently.

Wujiao breathed a sigh of relief, held his head, and groaned. Then, "slosh, slosh," he finally let out a long breath. After cleaning up, he put on his clothes and looked back. In the white stone pit, there was a black pile. He quickly covered his nose and cut a piece of stone to cover it, feeling relieved as he walked away, still feeling the burning sensation in his buttocks.

Since I was a child, my parents have always told me not to eat random things. Now, I've eaten something that upset my stomach, but it was out of necessity. Although I had to defecate, I no longer felt the fear of hunger, and my mind gradually cleared, as if I hadn't lacked food or drink for the past seven days!

As for Muxin, I wonder when he disappeared. Was he playing a game of cat and mouse, or was he driven away by my excrement?

Wujiao didn't feel relieved by Muxin's departure but was instead filled with doubt. He walked to the stalactite near the stone bed, intending to grab another piece to examine it, but his arm paused mid-reach.

From the wet sleeve, his arm, which was originally pale, now had a faint black aura. As he clenched his fist, the black aura disappeared. It seemed like an illusion, but he couldn't figure it out.

How strange, could eating stones make me sick?

Wujiao, noticing the abnormality in his arm, waved it a few times. He felt no discomfort but instead felt unusually strong. He reached for the stalactite but then turned to the stone bed. With a slight effort, he grabbed the hard jade and left deep marks. He lifted his hand, surprised.

Although I am both a scholar and a warrior, I have never been this powerful. Breaking stones and jade, nothing can withstand me! If I had Muxin in my hands, I could easily crush his skull!

Wujiao immediately forgot about the black aura on his arm and was overjoyed by his newfound strength.

There's no need to think much; it's all thanks to the stalactite. I should eat more, even if my buttocks can't handle it!

Muxin, let's continue this, don't you dare leave...

With this newfound confidence, Wujiao's courage grew. He walked towards the cave entrance but stopped after a few steps.

In the dark cave entrance, Muxin's figure slowly appeared, but he looked different, frowning and worried. After standing still for a moment, he regained his composure, raised his eyebrows, and said with a mocking tone, "Want to leave? Be my guest..." He stepped aside, making a gesture of invitation.

Wujiao shook his head firmly; he wasn't that foolish.

Muxin stopped pretending, casually flicking his sleeve. Without any warning, a sword light shot out and flew towards Wujiao.

Wujiao, under the influence of the stone pillar's spiritual power, was only a few dozen feet from the cave entrance. The sudden attack made him pale with fear, and he stumbled and ran.

"Boom—"

The sword light was fierce, reaching him in an instant. In a flash, the sharp edge was behind him. At that moment, the spiritual power of the stone pillar suddenly appeared. A loud explosion followed, and a figure was thrown into the air, the light blinding, and the chaotic killing intent swept in all directions.

"Bang"

Wujiao was thrown over a dozen feet, slamming into the cave wall at the end, then fell to the ground, face down in the water, motionless. His clothes were torn, and he looked extremely miserable. Especially his left arm, which had a deep, bloody gash, was particularly shocking!

At the same time, the fierce sword light exploded in mid-air, instantly turning into a talisman that burned to ashes before it could fall.

Muxin, under the backlash of the spiritual power, retreated several steps and disappeared into the cave entrance. In a few breaths, he reappeared, rushing out of the cave and along the edge of the cave wall, heading towards the end of the cave.

The sword talisman was a gift from his elders after he arrived at the Spirit Mountain, crafted by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, with extraordinary power. He had kept it for self-defense and was reluctant to use it. The sudden attack had indeed been effective!

Muxin, like a wolf that had been waiting for the right moment, finally found his chance. He revealed his fierce and sharp nature, pouncing viciously.

The boy was lying in a water pit a few dozen feet away, and this time, he would crush his bones and scatter his ashes!

Muxin avoided the spiritual power of the stone pillar, stepped forward, and swung his hands, moving like a fierce eagle hunting a rabbit. At that moment, the figure in the water suddenly struggled, weakly stood up, and then rolled over, like a fish gasping for water, frantically and recklessly, suddenly dashing back to the stone pillar, falling with a splash, and then lying still like a dead person.

Muxin landed, stunned, and it was too late to react. He looked at the figure in the water, clenching his teeth.

Hmph, if not for the backlash of the spiritual power, the boy would have died for sure. Even so, he won't escape a fatal injury!

Muxin hated Wujiao to the core. After days of stalemate, he finally managed to ambush him, but unexpected complications arose. At this point, he could only console himself. The sword talisman was not to be underestimated, even by a Foundation Establishment cultivator, let alone a mortal. In his view, the hateful boy would inevitably die!

However, since Wujiao survived the family massacre years ago, his luck had been good. Although he couldn't say he was destined for good fortune, at least he wasn't ready to die. As Muxin saw, he still couldn't escape the ambush of the sword talisman...

At this moment, Wujiao was still lying in the water, his hair disheveled, bloodstained, and his limbs spread out, looking like a dead person. A moment later, his body twitched, and he pushed himself up with his hands, kneeling with his buttocks raised, his face still in the water, motionless like a lifeless stone.

Muxin had returned to the cave entrance, blocking it to prevent any further surprises. He watched the figure by the stone pillar with suspicion.

Wujiao still knelt in the water, seemingly unable to struggle, but perhaps gathering strength. Suddenly, he lifted his head, his disheveled hair splashing water, and opened his mouth, spitting out a stream of blood.

In an instant, the surrounding water turned red.

Wujiao spat out the blood, then panted heavily. After a moment, he wiped the blood from his face, crawled to the stone bed, and examined his condition.

His entire body was soaked in blood, and the sword wound on his left arm was a gruesome sight, the skin torn and the bone exposed.

His eyes twitched, and he slowly turned his head.

Muxin was watching coldly, suddenly feeling a chill, wanting to dodge but not daring to look away.

In a daze, the blood-soaked figure on the stone bed suddenly exuded a mysterious and deadly aura. His eyes, visible through his disheveled hair, were wild and unrestrained, sending shivers down Muxin's spine! And yet, he was just a mortal, perhaps just a momentary illusion?

Wujiao ignored Muxin, reached out with his right hand to grab a piece of stalactite, and started gnawing on it. The cave, once silent, was filled with the sound of "crunch, crunch." He swallowed two large pieces of stalactite, wrapped his left arm in his wet sleeve, lay down, and closed his eyes, as if in a deep sleep...

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