Chapter 67

This chapter is an extra update for the great writer Lin Hai. As a fellow writer, I understand the hardships of writing. It's not easy to write a plot. I'm not a great writer, just a struggling one, writing the stories I like.

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I love his line, "Dreams are flowers that grow on the cliffs." I have dreams too, and I've had similar feelings in my old books.

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Ning Wuxue felt that his fate was full of twists and turns. He had only been in this world for a few months, and he had already fainted three times.

He was holding a broken sword, which actually sucked blood!

No wonder Nalan Hongye lent him the sword without any hesitation, not even worrying about him stealing it.

A blood-sucking sword?

Who would want it? Only a foolish woman like Nalan Hongye would. The Mo Ye sword, which actively sucks human blood, must have been the reason why Nalan Hongye, despite her severe injuries, was often drained by the Mo Ye sword.

Ning Wuxue woke up from his deep sleep, feeling dizzy and seeing stars. His vision alternated between black and white, a reaction to excessive blood loss. He remembered standing with the Mo Ye sword after cutting the arrow shaft for Chen Qinglong, and then he fainted.

In his unconscious state, he seemed to hear a woman's mournful voice calling out "Gan Jiang," along with other indistinct sounds. Ning Wuxue had heard the story of Mo Ye and Gan Jiang. Since Nalan Hongye had the Mo Ye sword, the female voice he heard in his unconscious state must have been the sword spirit Mo Ye.

Ning Wuxue, still dazed, reached out to his side but found no Mo Ye sword. He was startled and opened his eyes, looking around. "Where's the Mo Ye sword?"

If the cold Nalan Hongye knew he had lost the Mo Ye sword, she would surely kill him!

"Master, you're awake?" Zhang Ling walked in and saw Ning Wuxue sitting dazed on the bed. He quickly approached.

Zhang Ling held a bowl of medicine and looked at Ning Wuxue with gratitude and a hint of respect. People like them, who lived on the edge of life and death, rarely truly respected anyone. He had heard from Chen Qinglong about the grudges between him and Ning Wuxue. After Chen Qinglong was injured, Ning Wuxue didn't abandon him but instead lent him the sword and medicine, even getting injured himself. Ning Wuxue's actions made Zhang Ling secretly admire him, a true man!

"This is a ginseng soup. The doctor said you lost a lot of blood, and ginseng can replenish qi and blood. You should drink more of it."

Ning Wuxue noticed the change in Zhang Ling's tone but didn't pay much attention. He took the ginseng soup and sighed with relief. Finally, it wasn't bitter medicine. He drank the warm ginseng soup in one gulp and looked at Zhang Ling. "How is Chen Qinglong?"

"The boss is awake. The doctor said that with a few months of rest, he will recover. Master, you saved the boss's life, which means you saved my life. If you ever need me, I will do anything for you, even if it means climbing a mountain of knives or diving into a sea of fire, I will not hesitate, no matter the cost!"

Zhang Ling knelt down and bowed deeply. This was his heartfelt gratitude.

"Get up. Why would I need you to climb a mountain of knives or dive into a sea of fire? I'm not that bored." Ning Wuxue smiled lightly. Zhang Ling was a man of deep loyalty and righteousness, a rare find, but a bit inflexible. "What day is it today?"

Zhang Ling stood up. "It's the tenth of the seventh month! Master, you've been unconscious for three days. Miss Ruo Lan has been managing the manor, and the officials have already sent people to handle the situation."

Three days? Ning Wuxue was shocked. He had been unconscious for so long.

"Where's the Mo Ye sword?"

Zhang Ling looked at Ning Wuxue. He didn't know about the Mo Ye sword, but he immediately remembered the evil sword Ning Wuxue had. "It was taken by a woman named Nalan Hongye. The sword is very evil; others can't even touch it, and it even emits red light to hurt people. Only Nalan Hongye could handle it. After she took the sword, your bleeding stopped."

Ning Wuxue was speechless. No wonder he had been unconscious for three days. If not for his strong internal organs and powerful blood regeneration, he would have been drained dry. The more beautiful a woman, the more vicious her heart. She lent him a sword and sucked so much of his blood.

Thinking of this, Ning Wuxue felt a deep hatred for Nalan Hongye.

"Oh, right, Master, a sword-wielding man named Ruo Liufeng came to look for you, saying he wanted to settle accounts. But when he saw you were unconscious, he laughed three times and left."

Ruo Liufeng?

Thinking of the man in the green robe, who was polite but secretly in love with Nalan Hongye, Ning Wuxue felt a bit less angry. If he married a cold rose like Nalan Hongye, he would be waiting to be pricked to death.

Ning Wuxue looked at Zhang Ling. "Do you know where they went?"

Zhang Ling and his people were once spies, skilled at gathering information. Zhang Ling was just a bit inflexible, not stupid. He knew these people were not ordinary and had been paying attention.

"I heard they went to slay demons. Ruo Liufeng mentioned something about Black Mountain. After they left, I asked the inn's attendant, and he overheard some information while serving tea."

"Black Mountain? What did he hear?"

Sure enough, they were going after the Black Mountain Demon. Ning Wuxue thought for a moment. The Black Mountain Demon was only at the Qi Condensation stage. Last night, the cold rose Nalan Hongye and another woman in white were both at the Qi Condensation stage. The Feathered Immortal Sect sent two Qi Condensation cultivators, and other sects wouldn't be weak. Why send so many people to deal with the Black Mountain Demon?

"The attendant said a demon appeared on Black Mountain, capturing a woman named Nie Xiaoxian, planning to ascend to immortality on the fourteenth of the seventh month. He didn't hear everything clearly, so I don't know if it's useful to you."

Zhang Ling looked at Ning Wuxue. He had heard from Chen Qinglong that his master was not an ordinary person. He thought his master had an extraordinary background. Now, he realized that his master probably had other intentions.

"Alright, you can go out now. I need to rest. Call me if anything happens!"

After Zhang Ling left and closed the door, Ning Wuxue frowned. Nie Xiaoxian was captured by the Black Mountain Demon. What did it have to do with the demon's ascension to immortality?

"Fourteenth of the seventh month..."

"The fourteenth of the seventh month is..." Ning Wuxue's eyes suddenly brightened. "Isn't the fourteenth of the seventh month the Ghost Festival, when the gates of the underworld open, and the negative energy overwhelms the pure yang? It's indeed a good time for demons and ghosts to attempt immortality."

The *Taiyin Scripture* didn't mention much about lower realms, but it did talk a lot about the path to immortality. Ning Wuxue had read some of it.

"But the Black Mountain Demon is only at the Qi Condensation stage. How can he attempt immortality? The stage above Qi Condensation is the Spirit Transformation stage, and only after that is the path to immortality. Is there some secret technique? The Black Mountain Demon is so obsessed with Nie Xiaoxian; she must have some secret."

Ning Wuxue frowned.

"There are four days until the fourteenth of the seventh month. Perhaps the Black Mountain Demon has a chance to break through. I need to recover quickly."

He took out a jade bottle from his chest. It contained the pills left by the unkempt old Taoist, a total of nine. He didn't know what they were made of, but the yuan qi they contained was more than twice as strong as Yan Chixia's Ginseng King Pill.

He used half a pill on Chen Qinglong's wound, gave him another half to swallow, and left one for Ning Wushuang. There were seven pills left in the bottle.

Ning Wuxue put a green, crystal-clear pill in his mouth, sat cross-legged, and began to circulate the *Taiyin Scripture*. The cultivators in Wuzhou City had already left, so he wasn't worried about the demonic aura being exposed.

As soon as he started circulating the *Taiyin Scripture*, Ning Wuxue opened his eyes in shock. "What? What's happening?"

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