Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

The next day, Wumian recovered from his state of meditation and soon felt the different atmosphere in the cave.

A dark aura flowed through his ink-black eyes. In just a moment, he sighed and walked out of his room.

Before he could see the situation outside clearly, he lowered his head and walked to Han Wei's side.

"It seems that Mr. Ye has already made up his mind. Although it's a pity, it seems that we are not on the same path after all."

Outside the door, Ye Pingan sat quietly on a cushion, ignoring Han Wei beside him. Even though Wumian had just said such words, he was just meditating and breathing in his true energy.

Han Wei and Wumian looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

After about an incense stick of time, Ye Ping slowly opened his eyes. He passed his spiritual sense over the two of them and said lightly:

"That Sangge is just an ordinary monk, useless. Letting him stay here is already my greatest kindness, but I didn't expect that guy to actually try to deceive me, humph!"

Ye Ping's last cold snort made Wumian and the other two tremble in their hearts, and they did not dare to ask Sangge what he had done wrong.

Then, Ye Ping continued:

"Based on what you just said, I can kill you here, but I didn't kill you and Sangge because of the person behind you. If you want to find him, go ahead, but I, Ye, am not a kind person."

"When you leave this cave, we'll meet again next time. I won't think of our friendship this time."

“……” Wumian was confused by Ye Ping’s sudden change in attitude, but the unquestionable power in the other party’s words made Wumian very embarrassed.

"Hey, these two youngsters came to you for help after all, why do you just use them and then abandon them?" A clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from all over the cave, and the powerful magic power made Wumian raise his eyebrows.

"Hei Lingyue's strength is indeed amazing. It's worth it that I spent half of my life to release the resentment in the Soul Locking Prison." Wumian whispered to Han Wei. After hearing Wumian's words, the other party just nodded silently in his heart.

The experience of being almost molested by this senior who looked like a little loli was still vivid in her mind. When she heard this voice, she instinctively felt uncomfortable.

Even if Han Wei had a fake identity, she would only choose a man like Shu Dan as her husband. She was an out-and-out straight woman. In her cognition, she had never thought that a woman would behave like this towards another woman.

Even if she has heard of it, it doesn't mean she will agree with it.

So, when Hei Lingyue's fingers suddenly touched her neck, she almost couldn't help but retching.

Fortunately, the two seniors in the cave did not care about her behavior. Ye Ping suddenly changed from anger to laughter and said:

"Haha, that's right. It seems that the plan is about to be completed. I can't help but be a little anxious. I can't help but lose my temper like this."

"Yesterday I told you, 'Don't let your greed for pleasure delay your work.' I didn't expect that today I almost delayed my work."

After saying this, Ye Ping glanced at Han Wei and Wumian again, and his tone softened a lot:

"That kid wanted to tell the monks in Fengyang City about our plan."

Wumian was slightly startled, but he did not seem flustered by Ye Ping's words.

He simply bowed slightly and continued:

"It seems that I failed to keep a close eye on this guy. I am sorry for causing trouble for you, Senior. However, even if he wants to turn against us, I am afraid he will not be able to bring any useful information to the cultivators of Fengyang City."

What Wumian said was also true. The "useful information" that Sanger thought he knew was actually of no use, except for the existence of Hei Lingyue.

I'm afraid that even Ying, who had dealt with Hei Lingyue many times, would never have thought that they would use Hei Lingyue for their own benefit in this way.

If the situation is right, Hei Lingyue can become their trump card to break through Fengyang City.

The other method is to destroy it, but this sacred tree is no longer of much use now.

"That's why I drove him out instead of sealing him." Ye Ping stood up, put his hands behind his back, and began to walk slowly out of the cave.

Wumian wanted to say something, but suddenly his heart began to beat fast. He turned his head to look at Hei Lingyue, and after a moment of silence, he just sighed:

"Whatever. He is destined to be united anyway. It's just a matter of time."

……

In the gathering place, Sanger held a magic weapon in his hand and looked at several thugs lying on the ground wailing in pain. His eyes trembled and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

That’s power, that’s what powerful feels like.

Sang couldn't help but look at the magic weapon in his hand. It was a dagger that suddenly appeared beside him after he woke up.

The blade was as black as ink and looked ordinary, but it was extremely heavy. As a cultivator, he had to wield it with all his strength to unleash its power.

But it was all worth it. With just one strike of the sword, he knocked down to the ground those powerful monks who suddenly appeared in front of him and threatened him, making them lose their ability to move.

"Good stuff." Sanger couldn't let go of the dagger, and the way he looked at the gangsters also changed -

"Hey, hey, hey, who was it just now who said I should be in trouble?" Sang leaned down and approached a gangster with an expression that looked like he deserved a beating.

"Grandpa, I'm here now, come and hit me." After saying that, Sang raised his hand and patted the other person's head.

However, he did not continue to do anything excessive and slipped away before the group of people recovered.

Ever since he met Ying in this timeline, he has only met cultivators of high levels. Now there are even people at the Earthly Immortal level around him, which makes him, a weaker cultivator, feel pressured.

After breaking away from that group of evil cultivators, although his strength still did not improve, he felt as if he had gotten rid of a heavy restraint on his body, and felt an indescribable sense of relief.

However, Sanger did not forget what he should do.

"Ye Shiyi..." Sangge muttered the name silently, and his relaxed expression became solemn again:

"We must not let this guy into the city."

"Why? Did Old Ye provoke you?"

Suddenly, a heroic female voice sounded from behind Sanger, and then a fiery woman jumped out from behind him.

This person was Wen Lan. Although she had become an immortal, she did not enter Fengyang City immediately, but continued to stay outside the city with her father for a while.

Today was the day she was planning to go into the city, but she didn't expect to hear a stranger say these words on the road.

She was not angry. She and Ye Shiyi had lived in the gathering place for many years and had more or less friction with the gangsters here. It was normal for someone to dislike them, so she was just curious and wondered why a cultivator with such low strength would look at Ye Shiyi like this.

But what she didn't know was that Sangge had also been on guard against Ye Shiyi's sudden appearance. When he heard Wen Lan's words, countless thoughts flashed through his mind:

"Old Ye? This person knows Ye Shiyi?"

"Who is she? Is she Ye Shiyi's subordinate? In other words, Ye Ping's subordinate?"

"Oh no, he really doesn't trust me. Otherwise, why would I run into his people the moment I arrived at the gathering place?"

"Damn it! Damn it! I have to find a way!"

Thinking of this, Sanger's eyes widened and he shouted vigorously:

"Immortal blood! Great sale!"