Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Cui Yan scolded Luo Lin as a "hypocrite" but still felt it was not enough. He was still quite angry, so he continued to "output":

"Hypocrite! Pretending! Now that the phantom demon is gone, what should we do with Junior Sister Linghui's 'Nightmare Entanglement'? Where can we find the thousand-year-old heart essence and the phantom demon thread?"

His fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound, as if all the resentment that had nowhere to vent was concentrated on Luo Lin.

The gentle smile on Luo Lin's face had long disappeared, leaving only the gloom of being slapped in the face by Su Chen in public and the impatience under Cui Yan's questioning.

He took a deep breath, barely suppressed his surging emotions, and said in a deep voice:

"Brother Cui, please be patient. Although the phantom monster has been destroyed, the road is not hopeless. I have seen another solution in the ancient books of my sect."

"What's the solution? Tell me now!"

Cui Yan asked anxiously, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"It is necessary to use the inner elixir of a thousand-year-old monster that is pure and untainted by blood and karma as a guide, supplemented by the Nine-turn Resurrection Grass, to refine the 'Soul Cleansing and Heart Purifying Pill'."

Luo Lin spoke slowly, his eyes subconsciously drifting towards the direction of Yunmengze where Su Chen and Nan Xiang disappeared. An imperceptible gleam of light flashed through the depths of his eyes.

"The effect of this pill is even better than that of the phantom demon blood."

"The inner elixir of a thousand-year-old monster with the purest nature?"

Cui Yan was stunned at first, then he scratched his hair angrily.

"This is harder to find than a phantom monster! A thousand-year-old spirit is rare to begin with, so which one doesn't have some karma on its hands? And it also needs to be pure and kind and never hurt anyone? This is like looking for a needle in a haystack! Who knows where this thing is hiding!"

The more he thought about it, the more desperate he became, and his hatred for Su Chen and Nan Xiang grew like weeds.

Luo Lin looked at Cui Yan's anxious expression, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his tone became a little "gentle":

"There will always be a way, Junior Brother Cui. There is always a way out. For Junior Sister Linghui, even if I have to travel all over the mountains and search the heavens and the underworld, I will find her."

He said this sincerely, as if he were a good brother who would do anything for his sister.

Lu Mingxuan, who had been silent the whole time, tightened his hand holding the hilt of the sword almost imperceptibly when he heard "a thousand-year-old monster that is extremely pure and has never been tainted by the bloody cause and effect."

The pair of amber eyes with a golden halo, smart and pure, instantly flashed through his mind - the little ginkgo demon held in Su Chen's arms.

The vitality of plants and trees on her body is pure and majestic, and her eyes are clear and untainted by dust. Doesn't it fit Luo Lin's description?

Moreover, her cultivation is definitely not shallow.

This thought was like a poisonous snake, quietly drilling into Lu Mingxuan's heart.

But his expression remained calm, and he didn't even look at Luo Lin and Cui Yan.

Nan Xiang's sharp accusations of "a scum who betrayed the fox demon Qinghe and killed people to silence them" and "the Luoshui Sect is a harbor of filth" echoed in his ears like a curse, stirring up his forgotten past.

Two hundred years after surviving the catastrophe, his Taoism has stabilized, and his sword-forgetting skill has reached perfection. He is known as the "Sword-Forgetting Immortal" and never doubts the justice of his mission to slay demons and eliminate evil.

But the accusation of the little ginkgo demon, with such specific names and places, seemed to be true, which made his Taoism faith waver for a moment, like a thorn piercing his strong defenses.

"All right."

Lu Mingxuan's cold voice interrupted Cui Yan's complaints and Luo Lin's "comfort". He looked towards the misty path in the distance.

"I have protected you till here, my mission is complete. You can report the rest to the head brother on your own."

He didn't give the two of them a chance to speak again. He drew his sword formula, and the Qiu Shui sword let out a clear dragon roar, carrying him into a lonely azure sword light, which disappeared into the sky in an instant. The direction was not towards Luoshui Sect, but... the direction where Su Chen and Nan Xiang left in the depths of Yunmengze.

He wanted to find that little demon and ask him about "Qinghe" and "The City of No Return".

"Humph! Why are you pretending to be so noble?"

Cui Yan snorted again in the direction where Lu Mingxuan disappeared.

Luo Lin looked at the place where the sword light disappeared, his eyes flickering, as if thinking about something.

Junior Master Lu Mingxuan's last slight pause and the direction he left...

The vague idea in his mind became clearer. He turned to Cui Yan and said:

"Junior Brother Cui, let's go back to our sect first and report what happened here to our master and Sect Master Cheng, and then we can make a long-term plan to save our junior sister."

He already had an idea in his mind that the "little ginkgo" tree next to the Buddhist disciple of Wanfo Sect might be the path mentioned in "There is always a way out".

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City of No Return·Nanke Teahouse

The noisy voices, the fragrance of tea, and the storyteller's rising and falling tones interweave to create the unique urban atmosphere of the City of No Return.

The private room by the window on the second floor seemed to be separated by a tranquility.

Nan Xiang lay on the edge of the carved window frame, her chin resting on her folded arms, her amber eyes sparkling, listening with great interest to the storyteller in the center of the lobby downstairs who was reciting the legend of the City of No Return with saliva flying.

"Two hundred years ago, if we hadn't returned to the city, it would have been a mess!"

The wake-up stick was slapped with a loud bang, which startled the tea drinkers and made them perk up.

"First, the famous doctor in the city who saved the world with her medicine was stabbed by her newlywed husband... Ouch, she was stabbed through the heart by a sword! She died a miserable death! Why? Just because of these eight words, 'Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts'! It turns out that the lady with a kind heart was actually... a fox demon in disguise!"

There was a sound of people gasping in the teahouse, mixed with a few low curses such as "bastard" and "ungrateful man".

Nan Xiang listened intently, subconsciously clenched her fists, and muttered softly:

"Another human-devil love affair that ends badly? These stinky men..."

She thought of Lu Mingxuan's hypocritical appearance outside Yunmengze, and the fox demon Qinghe who was killed by a heartless man, and felt upset.

Su Chen sat beside her, his plain moon-white monk robe still spotless in the smoky atmosphere of the teahouse, and the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows was a calm red.

He did not look downstairs, his eyes gently fell on Nan Xiang's slightly frowned brows, and he picked up the celadon teapot with his bony hands, and smoothly refilled the empty cup in front of her with warm tea.

With his other hand, he picked up a peeled, plump pine nut and placed it silently on the small white porcelain plate next to Nan Xiang.

"It would be terrible if that miraculous doctor lady died!"

The storyteller's voice suddenly rose, trembling with fear.

"The demons she had treated revealed their true forms in their grief and anger! The city was in chaos! People killed people, demons killed demons, and demons ate demons! The blood flowed like a river! To make matters worse, a terrible epidemic swept in, and corpses were everywhere. It seemed that the City of No Return was about to become a dead city, a ghost town!"

The atmosphere was rendered extremely depressing.

Nan Xiang was so nervous listening that she even forgot to eat the pine nuts on the plate because she was completely focused.

"At this desperate moment!"

The wake-up stick slammed down again, and the storyteller's voice was filled with awe and hope.

"A god descended from the sky! An immortal wearing a silver-white mask and a light blue robe suddenly appeared! No one knew his name or where he came from.

He brought the dead back to health with his miraculous skills, and curbed the spread of the epidemic with his extraordinary means. He also suppressed all the demons, monsters, and thugs in the city with his powerful strength. His methods...tsk tsk, they are so unpredictable!"

The tea drinkers exclaimed in awe.

"After the chaos subsided, the surviving citizens were grateful for the immortal's kindness and were awed by his supreme magical powers. They unanimously nominated him as the new lord of our Bugui City!

Although the immortal is wearing a mask and his face cannot be seen clearly, his aura, his benevolence in saving the world and the people, his majesty in suppressing the world... Hey, in the hearts of the people of Bugui City, he is a living god!"

The storyteller's face flushed with excitement, "Since then, we have not returned to the city, and that's why we have the rule of 'three tribes living together', and we have had these two hundred years of peace.

All of this is thanks to our mysterious, god-like city lord!"

Applause and cheers rang out in the teahouse.

Nan Xiang was also moved by what she heard and clapped her hands:

"This city lord is truly a powerful figure! Mysterious and powerful, he also cares about the people!"

She turned to look at Su Chen, her eyes bright.

"Little monk, what do you think the city lord is? A deity? A hidden great power?"

Su Chen picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip. He calmly swept his eyes over the noisy crowd downstairs, then returned to Nan Xiang's excited little face and shook his head slightly:

"It is true that his supernatural powers are vast. However, his heart and ambition cannot be easily judged. Under the mask, is it compassion or calculation, protection or control, it remains to be seen."

His voice was clear and gentle, yet it carried a calmness that came from someone who had insight into the world.

Nan Xiang blinked, feeling that Su Chen's words always had the power to make people sober instantly.

She shrugged, picked up the pine nut and put it in her mouth, mumbling:

"Who cares? He has kept peace here for two hundred years. It's enough that he's a good guy for now!"

She leaned forward to listen again with great interest, wanting to know if the storyteller would tell her more secrets about the city lord.

Su Chen looked at her childish appearance, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips, feeling helpless and indulgent.

He moved his fingers slightly, and a few more peeled nuts appeared on the plate.