I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

"Heart-Clearing Grass?" The two bandits were taken aback. "That's used to make Heart-Clearing Pills. Adding it to milk tea...won't it be too bitter?"

"Although it's bitter, it has effects that nothing else can replace." Ning Ruan raised an eyebrow. "Can't you find a way to neutralize it? For example, could you change the amount of spirit honey?"

"This... seems to actually work."

The two bandits exchanged glances, then their eyes lit up. "Fellow Daoist Ning, your insight is brilliant! Let's go give it a try!"

"Okay." Ning Ruan nodded in satisfaction. "Go ahead and bring it to me as soon as it's done."

"Yes!" the two replied quickly, and then began to study the milk tea on the spot.

His serious and cautious demeanor made him look more like he was refining elixirs than making milk tea.

"..."

Lei Zhen's expression was complicated.

Not long ago, they were the ruthless bandits of Wuyin.

In just a few days, it has turned into this state...

It's hard to say.

The group of cultivators who paid protection money also found the situation difficult to explain.

No one felt it more deeply than them.

Although he still wanted to kill these guys to get revenge, he now seemed to understand why Ning Ruan didn't put them all into the painting.

In a sense, they are indeed useful.

At least for Ningsoft.

It has become incredibly useful.

...She didn't let these endless bandits idle at all.

Cooking, piloting the spirit boat, and occasionally sharing interesting personal experiences with him...

And this is also the thing that the Boundless Bandits fear most.

There was one before, who was included in Ning Ruan's painting on the spot because he shared his personal experience.

So much so that now, whenever she requests to hear someone's story, every member of the Boundless Bandits acts as if they're ready to die for their cause.

I was afraid of saying something I shouldn't have.

……

The spirit boat continued its journey.

About two days later.

A surge of spiritual energy appeared ahead.

It is a small airship.

There were only two female cultivators from the Spirit Sand Clan traveling together on the boat, and they looked quite disheveled.

His clothes were torn, his breathing was disordered, and he was injured.

They sensed the approaching spirit boat, and the expressions of the two who had been traveling smoothly changed drastically.

"It's the Boundless Bandits!"

"Run!"

The two of them didn't even care about the flying boat anymore.

He jumped off the flying boat and took out the teleportation talisman.

Seeing this, Lei Zhen took a deep breath before the two could activate the talisman.

He hurriedly circulated his spiritual energy and shouted in that direction:

"If you want to go to the Eternal Realm, you can board the ship."

"Just pay the protection fee, and we can escort you safely to the Eternal Realm."

"..."

The two female cultivators paused noticeably.

But soon, the teleportation scroll was activated.

The two figures vanished in an instant.

Only the empty spirit boat remained, silently drifting in the boundless realm.

Lei Zhen: "..."

Ning Ruan leaned on the second-floor railing, looking at him with a half-smile, "Your reputation is even worse than I imagined."

"..."

Lei Zhen was speechless.

The spirit boat also bears the emblem representing the leader, making their identities immediately recognizable to the other party.

The reputation of the Boundless Bandits...

It was almost unbearably smelly.

Or they are afraid of them.

Or they either hate them.

The former ran away as soon as they saw them.

The latter killed them on sight.

No reason is even needed.

He would find it strange if someone actually believed him and stopped to wait to pay protection money.

The two female cultivators were just a minor incident.

Lei Zhen didn't take it to heart.

Ningruan doesn't have it either.

But sometimes, fate just happens like that.

However, only half a day later, we saw each other again.

It was still those two female cultivators.

Their situation is far worse than before.

At this moment, they are surrounded by a five-man bandit squad.

His injuries had clearly worsened, and his robes were almost completely soaked in blood.

He looked like he was about to die at any moment.

"Run? Why don't you run?"

The leader of the bandits grinned maliciously, his long sword drawing a cold light in the air. "Weren't you running so fast just now? You even wasted one of my space-fixing talismans!"

"Why waste words with them? Let's just kill them!" A female cultivator next to her clutched the wound on her shoulder and curled her lips slightly. "Although they are only at the twelfth realm, they have quite a few good things on them. We won't lose out this time."

"What's the rush?" The leader of the Boundless Bandits looked the two female cultivators up and down. "What a waste to kill them! Although the Spirit Sand Clan isn't doing too well, there are still people who like them, especially those with good talent, who can fetch a good price."

"Hehe, Big Brother is right!" The other bandits chuckled. "We can have some fun before we sell them off."

"..."

Upon hearing this, the two female cultivators turned even paler, their eyes filled with despair.

Had they known this would happen, they would never have abandoned their elders and ventured out to gain experience on their own.

Who would have thought that on the way to the Great Sage's Eternal Domain, they would encounter several waves of Boundless Bandits?

The two looked at each other and saw a resolute determination in each other's eyes.

Even if it means death, I absolutely cannot fall into the hands of these beasts!

Just as the two were about to self-destruct.

Then the bandit leader, addressed as "Big Brother," suddenly looked up at the area behind him, narrowed his eyes, and said loudly:

"May I ask which leader you are under? Our leader is Lord Blood Butcher."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

“We targeted these two first, and according to the rules, they should belong to us.”

There are universally acknowledged rules among the bandits.

Whoever sets their sights on the target first owns it.

If you want to forcibly take it, of course you can.

Then we'll have to see whose leader is more powerful.

Unless they are mortal enemies, and both sides are roughly equal in strength, they are generally willing to give each other face.

Their Blood Slaughter leader is quite famous in these areas.

Neither his own cultivation nor the overall strength of his subordinates is weak.

Therefore, the patrol team was very confident.

The other party will inevitably back down.

however.

The spirit boat did not retreat.

Instead, they continued to approach.

The patrol team members' expressions changed slightly, and the leader of the bandits, Wuyin, said in a deep voice:

"Who is your leader? Are you trying to break the rules?"

No one answered his question.

The spirit boat stopped not far away.

Ning Ruan sat on the top of the spirit boat, her legs dangling in the air, holding two new types of milk tea that Wuyin Fei had just developed for her.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze falling on the two female cultivators.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

"so……"

Do you need protection now?

She asked with a smile, "As long as you pay protection money, we can safely escort you to the Eternal Realm ahead."